Baisha
I want to give him the first blooming winter jasmine after spring.
The first note of this spring
Only for the excellent brocade man.
If the little bee in flowered clothes flies in a hurry
I'll ask him to wait patiently.
I want to make rice wine with pure white rice from Dongxiang.
Give him two hands.
My little sisters are already waiting on the welcome road.
I want to tell him that the snow disaster warning in the south has been lifted.
The supply of electricity, coal and materials has been guaranteed.
All the stranded passengers have gone home.
I want to sway the heavy ears of wheat in the autumn wind.
Take it off and send it to him.
I know he is worried about this year's harvest.
And the problem of food and clothing for migrant workers.
I want him to hear the sound of soil thawing.
Listen to the whispers of swallows and the melodious sound of shepherd's flute.
I want to give him a military medal.
After the residual snow melted, the field was silent.
The birds in the forest sing softly and clearly.
I said:
"Shh, don't make so much noise. Let our general secretary have a good sleep. "
I just want to keep two precious photos for myself.
One is that he went to Guangxi to celebrate the New Year with cadres and people of all ethnic groups.
Another picture shows him wearing a tunic suit when reviewing troops stationed in Hong Kong.
That is the most dignified and steady dress in the world.
Reminds me of ceremony, music and harmony between heaven and earth.
Think about the peace and tranquility that a state of etiquette should have.
I have too many ideas.
He is so hard and busy.
How can I bear to bother again?
"Yazhai lies listening to little Zhu Xiao, which is suspected to be the suffering of the people."
Who is he? Is that so?
General secretary in Gansu and residents stick grilles and Bao jiaozi;
General secretary who took off his coat and carried relief supplies with officers and men;
General secretary who fought with farmers in southwest Guizhou;
That time I went down a deep well of more than 400 meters.
General secretary who had a cordial conversation with the miners;
Deaf Xiao Danyang said:
"I love you like my grandparents."
Our general secretary?
It's him, it's him.
Saying this name is warmth.
How many times?
The train home in the snowstorm moved me.
Tears for the cement pole that stands again.
Say thank you for quiet study.
For everyone to put his good cadres and our good prime minister.
Privately called "warm+full" and laughed out tears.
This is the poet's sensitivity. Pain, untouchable.
Gratitude is beyond words.
From which dynasty to which generation
The ancients said that for us nameless climbers,
"Money: blackheads. Mountainous; Poor, "he added," no, it's expensive! "
This is the golden state of Man Cang, where you can plant seeds.
Every inch of land is full of aura.
There is no shortage of talents in every county.
I nag like those buzzing snowflakes.
Because I have a lot to say, because
I want to express my complicated feelings.
In those days, I surfed the Internet at home, and he visited the victims in the snow.
My uncle called yesterday to say that they were doing well.
Don't send so many things to your hometown as in previous years.
His uncle also ate rice and new year's goods sent by village cadres.
The reason why cadres are too busy to drink a mouthful of water is because
"Love the people and worry about the people's livelihood" is the party's teaching.
I am wandering in Wan Ren now.
I feel like that Dapeng.
The spring breeze turned the south of the Yangtze River green overnight.
Our Chang 'e is soaring in space.
After the snowstorm, the general secretary must be busier.
After the chill, the countryside will quietly spit green.
That's the seedling return of spring rain.
Snow dance
Dusk hasn't come yet.
I took it from a bag of unsweetened soybean milk.
Suck out the original flavor of dusk
The insects cleared their throats and waited for the roller.
From one piece to another
The lonely dance of snowflakes
I stumbled under my gaze.
The last white
Hide the footprints of the world and it will return to the sunset.
In the clean water bottle I brought.
Finally, this snow prayer song was achieved.
The throat of the mountain range is locked.
Then I decided to be a singer.
Endure the dusk
Fly slowly
2. Poetry or nursery rhymes with the theme of "eternal love", or the sentence in the famous sentence "Shangxie", express the loyalty of the ancients to love. The whole is probably: evil, I want to know you, I hate you for a long time! The mountains have no edges, the rivers are endless, the east thunder bursts, the summer think of snow, the heaven and the earth are United, and I dare to break with you. This is an oath of love. Only when the edges and corners of the peaks are gone, the rivers are dried up, it thunders in winter, snows in summer, and heaven and earth are in harmony, will we dare to break off diplomatic relations with you. 》
(1) People who love others will always love others, and those who respect others will always respect others.
(2) Love is not expensive.
(3) Love the people and live in peace, be proud of learning, and both of them died in vain.
(4) Love is unreasonable and harmful; The wicked are unreasonable and harm others and themselves.
(5) People who love others are bad, those who hate others are harmless, and those who love and hate clearly are right and treated to the extreme.
(6) Soul mates are bound to cry out for sympathy when they are sad. -Shakespeare
We should be good at sympathy, not severe punishment. Rozov
True sympathy is when you are sad, not when you are happy. -Bing Xin
(9) Mutual assistance should be respected, which is essential in social life. Gorky
(10) Sincere concern makes people feel happy, just like a bird in the morning facing the sunrise in spring. Gorky
(1 1) No matter whether a friend or a stranger is in danger, be bold and try your best to help others, no matter how much it costs. -Mark Twain
(12) All smart people know that the only way to help themselves is to help others. -E. Hubbard
(13) Only by giving some help to friends can the spirit become rich. -Suhomlinski
(14) How can people who just want to listen to sweet words help others? -Elizabeth Bibesco.
(15) To help the weak, one should become strong by oneself, not become weak with them. -romain rolland
(16) self-help, and then self-help, which is often encountered. -Lu Xun
(17) As long as you have the ability to help others, you have no right to stand by. -romain rolland
(18) It is difficult for a person to cope with the endless suffering in life. Therefore, you need the help of others, and you should help others yourself. -Zweig
(19) Friends and acquaintances are backers, but you can't rely on them blindly. -Hideyoshi Sakurai
We are asked what the consequences of our actions will be and how far we can go without making mistakes. We should welcome him as a friend. Tagore
Gratitude is the first step of love-Western proverb
Love is the seed of virtue. -Dante
Love is another name for understanding. Tagore
Life is a flower, and love is dew. Hugo
Compassion is not out of reluctance, it falls from the sky like dew; It not only gives happiness to those who accept it, but also gives happiness to those who give it. (English Shakespeare)
For me, the meaning of life lies in putting yourself in others' shoes, worrying about others and enjoying their happiness. (Einstein)
Decades of experience tell me that if you think more about others and less about yourself, you can make fewer mistakes. (Ba Jin)
Where there is a flower of love in full bloom, there is vitality. (Van Gogh)
Love never grows old, it keeps an eternal flame and immortal brilliance, and the existence of the world depends on it. (zola)
It (love) makes cowards bold, but makes warriors cowards. -Shakespeare
Love is a full life, just like a cup full of wine. Tagore
I love my motherland and people. I can't live without them, let alone write. -Ba Jin
The way to finish the work is to cherish every minute. -Darwin
Life is a flower, and love is the honey in it-Hugo
Love is pure, and the content of love cannot have dross; Love is perfect and sincere, and there can be no selfish desires within the scope of love.
Duchess Louisa
It is always a beautiful thing to be attached to your lover for virtue.
Greece. Plato
Bai Saga, General Secretary, on his way home on a snowy night, wanted to give him the first winter jasmine that bloomed after beginning of spring. The first note of this spring was only given to the wonderful brocade man. If the little bee in flowered clothes flies in a hurry, I will ask it to wait patiently. I want to give him rice wine made of pure white rice from Dongxiang. My little sisters have been waiting on the welcome road. I want to tell him that the warning of the snowstorm in the south has been lifted. All the stranded passengers have gone home when the material supply is guaranteed. I want to pick the heavy ears of grain swaying in the autumn wind and give them to him. I know that after the freezing snow, he is worried about this year's harvest and the food and clothing of migrant workers. I want him to listen to the sound of soil thawing, the whisper of swallows and the melodious sound of shepherd's flute. I want to give him the sprayed sunrise as a military medal. After the residual snow melted, the fields were silent and the birds sang softly and clearly. I said, "Shh, don't make any noise."
Let our general secretary have a good sleep. "I just want to keep two precious photos for myself. One is that he went to Guangxi to celebrate the New Year with cadres and the masses of all ethnic groups, and the other is the Chinese tunic suit he wore when he reviewed the troops stationed in Hong Kong. It is the most dignified and steady dress in the world, which reminds me of ceremony, music and harmony between heaven and earth. I have too many ideas. He is so hard and busy, how can I bear to bother him again? " My family is listening to Zhu Xiao Jr.' s lies, suspecting that it is the people's pain. "
Who is he? Is the General Secretary living in Gansu with the resident stick grilles Bao jiaozi? General secretary who took off his coat and carried relief supplies with officers and men; General secretary who fought with farmers in southwest Guizhou; General secretary who had a cordial conversation with miners in a deep well more than 400 meters deep; The general secretary who said to Xiao Danyang, a deaf-mute child, "I love you like my grandparents"? It's him. He said the name was warm. How many times have I been moved by the train home in a snowstorm? I shed tears for the cement pole that stood up again. I said thank you for your quiet study. I laughed and cried and scolded his good cadres, our good prime minister "Wen+satiety". This is the poet's sensitivity. Pain, untouchable gratitude, can't tell which dynasty and generation it came from. For our nameless mountain people, the ancients said, "Money is a black head."
Mountainous; Poor ",and said:" No, expensive! "Man Cang is a golden state that can be planted. Every inch of land is full of aura. There is no shortage of talents in every county. Now I nag like those noisy snowflakes, because I have too many words in my throat, because I want to express my complicated feelings. In those days, I surfed the Internet at home, and he visited the victims in the snow. My uncle called yesterday to say that they were doing well. Don't send so many things to your hometown as usual. My uncle also ate rice sent by village cadres and New Year cadres. The children are too busy to take a sip of water, because "they love the people and care about people's livelihood" is the party's instruction. At the moment, I am traveling in Wan Ren. I think I am the Dapeng. The spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River blew green all night. Our Chang 'e has been flying in space. After the snowstorm, the general secretary must be busier. After the chill, the countryside will quietly spit green. That's the seedling return of spring rain. Snow dance hasn't come yet. I sucked out the original flavor of twilight from a bag of unsweetened soybean milk. The insects cleared their throats, waiting for the lonely dance of the snow roller to jump from one snowflake to another. The white that has gone away hides the footprints of the world, and it will return to the pure water bottle brought by the sunset, and finally achieve this snow prayer song. At this time, I decided to become a singer and fly slowly with dusk on my back.
4. Short sentences about ancient poems
Zhou Xibochang, Huai Dede.
There are three points in the world and two points.
Cultivate contributions, and the Minister's Day is not long.
The worship of Hou Wei is based on detention.
After seeing the original forgiveness, he gave me an axe and a shovel, and I want to conquer.
As Zhong Ni said, to achieve virtue,
Let's serve Yin and talk about its beauty.
Qi Huan's contribution is the first of the tyrants.
Nine princes, one conquers the world.
Conquer the world, not with personnel carriers.
Without criticism, its virtue is to say.
Confucius sighed and said that the people benefited from it.
If you give it to the temple, you will die.
Xiaobai dare not, Tianwei is close at hand.
Jin Wen is also a tyrant, bowing to the king of heaven.
Someone gave me a bow,
Lu Gongya has 1,000 men and 300 warriors.
Conquering princes is respected by teachers.
The quartet heard of it and named it Ya Qi Huan.
The meeting of Heyang, pretending to be Zhou Wang, is famous.
5. Ancient prose describing eternal love, Yuan Mei's "Sacrificing Sister" and Han Yu's "Sacrificing Twelve Lang".
Yuan Mei's "Letter to Sisters" (attached translation) was originally written by Ding Haidong, and the third sister was buried in Yangshan, Shangyuan, with a memorial: Alas! Zhuang was born in Zhejiang and buried in Sri Lanka, 700 miles from my hometown. Although I dreamed at that time, I would rather know that it belonged to bones. Make-up with a single idea of chastity, when people divorce, it causes loneliness and danger. Although life exists, heaven is it; However, there is nothing wrong with those who are tired of makeup.
Give a lecture to the teacher, and you will sit side by side and listen to the righteousness of the ancients; Once you grow up, bow and dance. Oh! Let you know nothing about poetry and calligraphy, or it may not be difficult to be true.
I caught crickets and put on makeup. Cold insects are stiff, which is close to its points. I'm going to bury you today, but the situation that day was amazing.
When I was nine years old, I rested in my study. You combed my hair in a double bun and wore a coat. I read the chapter "Yi Yi". When Mr. Shi entered the room, he heard the voices of two boys, smiled and shouted.
Look at the sun in July, you are in Jiuyuan, remember clearly. Give a weak crown to Guangdong, alas.
After more than three years, I went back to China wearing Gong Jin, and you came out from the East Wing to help the case. The family watched and laughed, but they couldn't remember where language started. They probably said that Chang 'an was admitted, and the letter sent a message to the cloud sooner or later. All this is trivial, although it is a relic of the past, but I will never forget it until I die.
Make up for the past, miss the sad shadow, take will die. I regret not keeping my feelings at that time.
However, if you are not on earth, although the years go back, when can you come again, and there is no witness. You go back to Gaos thought without hesitation, your mother supports you in the class, and your family is in charge.
It is said that women who have achieved at least in classics and elegance are not graceful, but they are slightly lacking here. So, since you came back, although I feel sorry for you, I am really happy.
If you are four years old, or the old people in the world die first, you can be entrusted behind you, not that you should go first! When you were sick the year before last, you would be tempted at night. If you subtract one point, you will be happy; if you add one point, you will be worried. Although it's an errand, it's still embarrassing and there's nothing to entertain.
Before going to bed, you had a great time talking about the official history of unofficial history. Oh! I will get sick again from time to time, so I will teach you where to call you! Your illness is harmless, and it is far from Yangzhou.
You also care about my heart and stop people from going to the newspaper. When the cotton was finished, grandma asked Brother Wang if he wanted to come back, and insisted on "yes".
I dreamed that you came the day before, knowing that it was ominous, and flew across the river. If you go home before the expiration date, you will die at the expiration date.
Four branches are still warm, and one eye is still unfinished, and Gai still endures death. Oh, it hurts! If I had known my trick, I would have been willing to travel a long time ago, but I still have a lot to tell you in my heart, and I want you to smell it, and you are planning to do so.
It's gone now! I'll never see you again except my death. I don't know when I will die, so I can see you, but I can't see whether I know or not after I die, and it's hard to know when I die.
But, unfortunately, it is not over. It's a matter of being in the right place at the right time, but it's over! Your poem, I have Fu Zi; Your daughter, I am married; I have made a biography of your life; But you haven't found your ears yet. I was buried in Hangzhou, where the river is wide and deep. So, I asked my mother to order me to be better than you, so I offered a sacrifice.
Your daughter Ayin is buried next to her. The next two tombs, one for grandpa waiter Zhu and the other for brother waiter Dow.
Yangshan is vast, with Yuan Qi in the south and Qixia in the west. The wind and rain are hazy, and the soul is accompanied, not lonely. Since I read your poem about crying nephew in Wuyin, I have no male or female teeth, and I didn't have ears until I gave birth to you.
Although I dare not say that I am old, my teeth are dangerous and bald, and I know it myself. I know it will be a few days in the world! Yipin is far away in Henan, and there are no children, and nine families have no successors. If you die, I will bury you. If I die, who will bury you? If you have a soul, you can sue me? Oh! The former can't think, and the latter can't know. Don't cry, don't eat.
Paper dust, north wind crazy, my brother is back, and I will look back at you. Alas! Alas! In the winter of Qianlong and Dinghai, the third sister Su Wen was buried in Yangshan, Shangyuan County. She wrote an article to pay homage and said, Alas! You were born in Hangzhou, Zhejiang, but you are buried here, 700 miles away from our hometown. Even if it was a strange dream at that time, can you dream that this is your burial place? Because you have the idea of keeping chastity, you don't associate with people, which leads to loneliness in marriage.
Although fate is playing tricks on you, it is actually God's arrangement. However, I can't say that it's not my fault that I brought you to this point. I studied Confucian classics with my teacher since I was a child, and you sat side by side with me, listening to the benevolence and righteousness of the ancients; Once you grow up, do it yourself.
Alas! If you don't understand Confucian classics, you may not be so chaste. I catch crickets, you move your arms to help; In winter, the bug died, so (you and me) go to its hole together.
Today, I buried you, and the past clearly emerged in front of me. When I was nine years old, I was resting in my study, and you were combing two small ones? Bun, wearing a muslin gown, come in to comment on the Book of Songs? The poem "clothes"
Just as the teacher pushed the door and came in, he heard the ringing sound of two boys reading. He smiled unconsciously and praised them again and again. This happened on July 15. You are in the cemetery, you should remember clearly.
I went to Guangxi when I was about twenty years old, and you cried with your clothes on. Three years later, I went home after winning the Jinshi, and you came out of the east wing with your desk in your arms. The family looked and smiled, but couldn't remember where to start. I probably said that it was only a matter of time before the news came from the Jinshi in Chang 'an.
Generally speaking, although these trifles are in the past tense, I can't forget them as long as I'm not dead. The past fills my mind, and I can't cry when I think of it. They are as clear as images, but when you get close to them, they disappear.
It's a pity that I didn't record the naive modality in my childhood in detail. But you are no longer alive, so no one can confirm the situation with me even if the years are reversed and childhood can come back.
Since you broke up with Gao's family, the old mother has been served by you, and the pen and ink at home have been handled by you. I once said that among women, I know the Confucian classics and allusions the least. Your sister-in-law is not disobedient, but she is slightly lacking in this respect.
So after you went back to your mother's house, although I felt sorry for you, I was really happy for myself. I am four years older than you, and the older people in the world die first, so I can entrust the things behind me to you, but I didn't expect you to die before me! The year before last, I was ill, and you kept asking questions all night. You are happy when it is light, and you are sad when it is important.
Later, although the condition was slightly relieved,
6. What poems describe eternity? 1. Natural forest protection
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous
God protects you, and it is impregnable. If it is single thick, why not remove it? It is more beneficial to pay more than others, so it is more important than others.
As the moon remains unchanged, as the sun rises. Nanshan's life is long, so it will not collapse. Just like the lush pine and cypress, there is no lack of success.
2. quatrains
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
3. "Fishing and Qiu Yan Ci"
Jin Dynasty: Yuan Haowen
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.
You should have a sentence: Wan Liyun, Qian Shan Muxue, who are you only looking at?
Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.
What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.
The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.
For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.
4. Li Bai's Two Dreams (Part Two)
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Clouds are floating in the sky, but old friends have gone for a long time.
I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me.
The difference is that you always look in a hurry and always talk about how easy it is to meet.
There are many dangerous waves on the rivers and lakes, and I am worried that your ship will capsize and sink.
When he went out, he scratched his head with white hair and regretted that he had failed his life.
Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard.
Who can say that the principle of justice is not Qiren in old age, but innocent bondage?
Even if there is a good name handed down from generation to generation, it is difficult to make up for the sad loss.
5. In the temple of the ancient king of Shu.
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
What a hero Liu Bei is, no one can compare with him. His name will be passed down for thousands of years. After the founding of the People's Republic of China and the three kingdoms of Wu and Wei, the restoration of five baht coins was aimed at revitalizing the Han Dynasty.
Andrew Bynum and Zhuge Liang created the foundation of the prime minister, but unfortunately his son is not the sage of his father. The worst is the song and dance in Shu Palace, and there is no shame in singing and dancing.