"New Year's Day in four seasons, longevity in early spring"
Du Fu's famous poem Shou Sui;
Shousui Arjon's house, the pepper plate keeps singing.
I'm afraid I can't stand horses, and I'm afraid I'll scatter crows.
After the forties of the Ming Dynasty, the scenery was oblique.
Who can be more restrained? Being drunk is a profession.
Wang Anshi also has a poem "January Day", which says:
The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.
The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.
90 New Year's Day Imagination
The wind roared for my indirect footprints.
Rain wiped away tears and wept for my slender, cold voice.
Nothing can shine in my eyes.
Nothing can make my heart beat again.
There are only a few yellow leaves left in the hurried autumn leaves.
White snow flowers are drifting across the winter plum and are dying.
Stumbling through the Year of the Horse
Still the same monotonous story.
Look at the blue sky and rainbow without blood samples.
Looking around, there are only yellow weeds all over the mountains.
Picking up my glass, I can no longer indulge in the complaints of the Liberal Party's low style.
Holding a pen like lead will never draw Cupid's beautiful smile.
Kong Qiu knelt at the foot of ZhuangZhou scold.
I don't want to raise the blood temperature any more.
Thunder-like noise doesn't want to be left out by me.
I slowly raised my head and looked back at the newly opened cemetery.
Suddenly found more than one poplar bleak in the north wind.
How much nutrition can lollipops have?
Born in a colorful world
How long does it take to endure a hungry stomach?
New Year message
-to swallows.
Swallows in the south
How are you?
Do you miss the spring in the north?
Here, in the cold north
In this season of blooming flowers
The world without stars is desolate and lonely.
Although the city is brightly lit at night. ......
Innocent little swallow
A little swallow as lovely as an angel
How are you?
Is it the same as my dream?
Which tall building or mountain do you often fly to?
Staring at the north like a crying cuckoo.
Feel sad and look around.
The swallow is far and near from me.
The swallow is far and near from me.
How are you?
You want the bird that makes my dream come true.
Bathe in the morning light
Fly to you, fly to my dream.
Best wishes and greetings for the New Year.
swallow
The long-lost swallow
Have you forgotten the north and the return date?
I forgot the waiting of spring and the call of blue sky.
But I have been thinking about you, and I hope you will bless you.
Wake up in a dream 2005
moist
Wake up in a dream
Firecrackers scared away the cold.
Xue Rui built a house.
Joy that comes from the mouth.
Jumped into the dance
Snow girl's face
Suddenly there was a layer in the sky.
Charming veil
Wild children in snowball fights
A red face with a plain face facing the sky.
Let the snow glow soft red.
Neighbors passing by the door
The sad face of the past
Like snow on a haystack.
Melt slowly.
They carry the fruits of the autumn harvest.
Went to the market town to exchange.
Can imagine
This festival
Be sure to be rich and happy.
Because in their hearts,
Full of autumn joy
Firmly look forward to the coming year.
Ah, my brothers.
How easy you are to satisfy.
I used to listen to grandpa say
People don't trust the right man.
Just for the good weather.
A bumper harvest of grain
The telephone rang.
I know that's my own mother.
My son-in-law is an officer in Beijing.
Brought me Erguotou back.
We agreed yesterday.
Go to his house for the Spring Festival today.
Xiyuansong
Whenever I walk into the beautiful West Garden in the morning light, I feel infinite passion and imagination. As a teacher, I deeply love my profession and my platform. That piece of chalk, which is full of spirituality, has set up layers of gorgeous stairs, guiding my students to the hall of knowledge step by step. In the classroom, books are noisy, and in the piano room, songs are flying. The boat full of sails is gathering strength here and preparing for a long voyage.
Every time I walk into the charming classroom in the morning light, an indescribable excitement ripples all over me. As a student, I love my school and my class. I like every square word, every English word, every equation, every land and ocean. In the maze of knowledge, we taste the joy of creation, we explore the truth, we pursue our dreams and set out with the sun. We should create the brilliance of life.
Every time I leave the West Park with starlight, I look back, and the lights in the long night shine with the stars in the sky.
Every time I leave the classroom with starlight and look back, every desk leaves traces of our struggle.
How many times have I stayed up late with a lonely lamp? I've been trying to think about a problem. One mountain has been conquered, and conquering another mountain has become my new dream.
Teacher Sheng, for us, years have stained your temples with frost. You are unknown, you have worked hard, and you have nothing to do with it. Have you never regretted it?
Everyone has a different understanding of life. In fact, I am very satisfied because my students have continued my life and become the most colorful music in my life. I am not poor. When a happy smile surrounds me, I know this is the most precious wealth. When the congratulatory letter flies like snowflakes, a kind of holy happiness flows in my heart. I am not a giant, but I hope my students can stand on my shoulders. In the fertile land of Xiyuan, there are so many sincere expectations, the care of leaders and the expectations of parents, which warm the hearts of every teacher. But it also makes us feel the weight of our shoulders. The earnest concern of society and parents nourishes our growth. What we can do is to insert a pair of soaring wings for the children in Huaibei.
Teacher Sheng, you said that you still have a dream, that is, to let your students travel all over the country and be admitted to famous universities all over the country. How do you feel?
I want to be a spring breeze and let peaches and plums bloom in the garden. I often think that people always have dreams, and dreams are the source of motivation and the wings of creation. The diligent and innovative Xiyuan people are so bold and brave, advancing despite difficulties and going forward bravely. When all the famous schools in the whole city and province have junior high school students in Xiyuan, I will feel infinite pride and glory, dream in Xiyuan and fly in all directions. With our strength, Xiyuan is a paradise for study and life.
Teacher Sheng, you often say that it is the flowers that make her bloom and the birds that make her spread her wings. At school, we have perfected our personality, publicized our individuality and cultivated our specialties. When we fly, we will have a pair of wings to fight the sky, but no matter where we fly, you are the person we care about and admire most. The West Garden is our most haunted place.
After five years as a teacher, it passed in a blink of an eye. Xiyuan Middle School is very proud, and our parents feel infinitely proud and glorious. Five years are fleeting, we sow sweat, we harvest hope.
After five years of life, a group of students are on the move. What remains unchanged is our school spirit and our lofty ideals.
We expect 30 years.
Students, we look forward to forty years.
We look forward to the continuous progress of Xiyuan Junior High School, the continuous glory of Xiyuan Junior High School and the banner of Xiyuan Junior High School-
Huaibei teacher
Born in Anhui
The division of the country
Fly high together forever!
New Year's Day
All the clothes in the city are hung up.
Travel sign of salute
On new year's day, snowflakes are everywhere.
On the door where I am never busy.
With the help of the wind of the Tang Dynasty flute
Play a song with fragrant colors
Jade Exile in Song Dynasty
Have bid farewell to the ancient Yellow River boat.
Today's mood is full of enthusiasm
Clouds on the horizon painted all the capitals red.
Wang Anshi's couplets are still fresh as ever.
Let sophisticated eyes
Reluctantly bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.
Send me a lamp to light up the night.
We put our childhood blessings
Exiled to the distant yesterday
Woke up and found
A jubilant calendar
It has become a new sky.