With the second younger brother Yuan Zun * * *, even the people's education he initiated was closely related to Yuan Sect, and he helped Yuan Sect unite with * * * in the battle of deification.
Nicknames: Laozi, Laojun, Taishang Laojun, Moral Tianzun, Li Yong.
Taiqing moral paradise respects the old gentleman.
The most distinguished Lao Wang, Lao Zi, was awarded by Taoism/Taoism]
External performance: the elderly
Origin: Pangu Shen Yuan
Personality: (Pride) Congenital inaction
Identity: Pangu is authentic, the founder of Sanqing, a natural saint, the founder of the first generation of teachings, and the first person to rob the Seven Saints.
Disciples' inheritance: Du Xuan exorcist, Shandong Eight Immortals (Lv Dongbin, He Xiangu (female), Zhang, Cao Guojiu, Han Zhongli, Lan Caihe, Han Xiangzi), Chen Tuan, Shi Tong (Jinjiao boy, Yinjiao boy).
Treasures: Taiji Map, Huang Xuan Linglong Tiandi Tower, King Kong Zhuo, Eight Scenes Palace Lantern, Taiyi Blowing Dust, White Jade Flat Monster, Wind Fire Futon, Purple Golden Red Gourd, Suede Jade Pure Bottle, Yang Jing Banana Fan, Off-the-ground Flame Flag, Mixed Yuan Qi Taiqing Symbol and Purple Fire.
Riding: green cow
Related divine powers: Tai Shen Qing Lei, Tai Qing Xian Guang, Sanqing.
Achievements: Creating the world, teaching and educating people, establishing san huang (namely, Yang: Fuxi, Shennong and Xuanyuan) and turning Hu into a Buddha.
2. Nanxiangzi, an ancient poem about commemoration? Gu Beiting had a heart attack.
Where to see China? Full of scenery, Gu Bei Building. How many things have gone up and down through the ages? The long and endless Yangtze River is rolling forward!
I was too young to stop fighting in the southeast. Who is the world hero? Cao Liu, have a baby like Sun Zhongmou!
Su Shi's Nian Nu Jiao? Chibi nostalgia:
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Think back to Gong Jin, when Xiao Qiao just got married, he was handsome, holding a feather fan and wearing a black silk scarf. Between talking and laughing, I was exhausted. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, and a bottle returns to the moon.
Du fu's book fragrance
Where is the temple of the famous prime minister? It is in a deep pine forest near the Silk City. The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves.
The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations. But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.
Du Fu also has a song.
The divided Three Kingdoms are bound by his greatness, and the Eight Fortress is built on his reputation. Next to the changing river, it is as indestructible as his sadness, because he has never conquered the State of Wu.
3. The poem about commemoration is gone.
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Reluctantly say goodbye
;
I'm back now
,
The snow bent the branches.
-The Book of Songs
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small
graceful
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Go home after the war
& gt& gt
2
Sad songs will make you cry.
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Angelica sinensis from afar
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Han Yuefu folk songs
dirge
& gt& gt
three
Humayi north wind
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This kind of bird always nests in the south branch.
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Han/Han/Chinese/human
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Nineteen ancient poems
Line thickness
trek
& gt& gt
four
But how much love does this inch of grass have?
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Did you repay the kindness of generous Sun?
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the Tang Dynasty
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Meng Jiao
A traveler's song
& gt& gt
five
Now, near my village, meet people.
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I dare not ask those who come to see me.
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the Tang Dynasty
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Song Wenzhi
Du Dayuling
& gt& gt
six
You come from my old country.
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You should know what happened in your hometown.
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Winter plums on the windowsill I decorated.
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winter plum (tree)
not yet
? -
the Tang Dynasty
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Wang Wei
Three miscellaneous poems
& gt& gt
seven
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly.
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Is there frost already?
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I looked up at the moon.
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Looking down, I feel nostalgic.
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the Tang Dynasty
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Lipper
Thoughts in the dead of night
& gt& gt
eight
Where is my hometown?
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Forget, unless you are drunk.
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Song dynasty; surname
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Li Qingzhao
Bodhisattva is beautiful
& gt& gt
nine
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
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the Tang Dynasty
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Wang Wei
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
& gt& gt
10
Tonight, the moon is bright and people are looking forward to it.
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Whose heart will the longing for autumn fall on?
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the Tang Dynasty
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Wang Jian
fifteen
Looking at the moon day and night, send Du Langzhong.
& gt& gt
4. Li Qingzhao, an ancient poem commemorating the hero.
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
Crossing the ocean of zero
wen tianxiang
Once you encounter hardship, the stars will fall everywhere.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.
Man Jianghong: Song Dynasty
Author: Yue Fei
Angry, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty reputations, dust and dirt,
Eight thousand miles, clouds and the moon.
Don't wait to see young people's heads turn white, empty and sad.
Jingkang shame, still not snow;
When do courtiers hate their guts!
Driving a long car to break through the lack of Helan Mountain.
Eager for pork,
Talking about the thirst for Hun blood.
Stay and clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning and go to the sky.
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia
Song sushi
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.
The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once. Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. Feather fan nylon scarf, laughing and laughing, strong ashes. Old country fugue, affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, early birth of Fahua.
Life is like a dream, and a bottle returns to the moon.
Xin Qiji, Yong Yule, Jingkou, Gu Beiting, reminiscing about the past.
It is difficult to find a hero like Sun Quan after the history of the country. The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time.
The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived. Think that year, Jin Ge iron horse, swallowing Wan Li like a tiger.
However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou.
Looking back, there is a crow club drum under the beaver temple! Who asked, Lian Po is too old to eat?
Xin Qiji's Nan Xiangzi's Landing at the Jingkou and Gu Bei's Pavilion Huai
Where to see China, you can see the beautiful Gu Bei Building. How many things have ups and downs, long years. The Yangtze River stretches as far as the eye can see.
I was too young to stop fighting in the southeast. Who is the world hero? Cao Liu. Children should be like Sun Zhongmou.
5. What are the poems about "mourning for the old friend"? 1. Stone "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of Jiang Ji"
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
2. Don Bai Juyi's Dream Micro
Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.
Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.
Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?
3. Song Luyou's two songs "Shenyuan"
On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the non-pool platform in the garden is revived.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
4. Qing Nalanxingde's "Dead Hua Lian, Hard Work, Most Pity for Tian Yue"
Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. The past is like a ring, and it has become a sigh. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice.
Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.
5. Shi's "Send Up"
It's hard to meet each other on a strange road, but it's often not fun.
When he left, he rolled up his shirt sleeves and tasted the broken chrysanthemums.
I can't bear to go to the wine column.
There is no end to staying in the king, and returning to driving is inevitable.
Dai zhong has been in his eyes, moving forward.
How can a beautiful woman miss it? It's sad to break the yangguan song.
Tianmen forty miles, night view hibiscus bath.
Looking back at Cheng Peng, the sea is just a drop in the bucket.
The old friend is next, and the dust is flying.
Throughout the ages, only Huang Lou's poems deserve Qi Ao.
About Nalan Xingde's "Dead Hua Lian, Hard Work and Most Pity for Tian Yue"
This is a eulogy. The author once wrote in the preface of the word "Qinyuanchun": "Three days before the Double Ninth Festival, Ding Si's dead daughter put on plain clothes and held her hand and choked up. She couldn't remember many words, but when she left, she said,' I wish I could go to Yuen Long every year.' This word is written from "Day and Month". The first three sentences take the moon as a metaphor, the joy of love is fleeting, and the more you hate, the less you like. The last two sentences, if love can be as bright and complete as the moon, I am willing to pay more. "The past is like a ring, and the past is like a long time", which contains infinite sadness and nostalgia and expresses sincere love for his dead wife. The next film is about mourning, whispering with swallows between curtains, reflecting the loneliness of people leaving the building and survivors. In the conclusion, he used the allusions of "butterflies on both sides of the strait" to express his undying love for his dead wife, to express endless condolences, and to pin his eternal love on become a butterfly's ideal.
6. Poems describing nostalgia for the past 1. Poetry: On this day last year, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off.
From: Cui Hu in the Tang Dynasty, named "South Village of Capital"
Interpretation: Last spring, in this family's home, I saw that beautiful face and peach blossom set each other off, which was particularly rosy.
2. Poetry: A moment that should last forever. Before I knew it, the copy had come and gone.
From: Jinse by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation: The feelings of joys and sorrows can't be recalled today, but they were unintentional and have long been disappointed.
3. Poetry: Since we left each other and drifted like clouds, ten years passed like running water until we finally got together again.
From: Liang Chuanhe, an old friend of Huaishang/an old friend of Huaishang in the Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation: After parting, it is like a cloud, and the years are like running water, and the ambition is swaying for ten years.
4. Poem: Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, a ten-year lamp in Jianghu.
From: Song Dynasty Huang Tingjian's "Send Yellow Several Times"
Interpretation: In the spring breeze, I saw peaches and plums and drank wine, and the rivers and lakes were down and out. I have been away for ten years, and I often miss you listening to the autumn rain.
5. Poetry: I feel the dream of Yangzhou for ten years and get the name of a brothel.
From: Farewell by Du Mu in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Yangzhou has been a dissolute dream for ten years. When I woke up, I got a fickle reputation among prostitutes.
7. Mourning for the teacher's collection of clouds as an elegy, and remembering the teachings burst into tears.
The words written on the palm of your hand are sad now. I miss the teacher sowing sweat in the cool summer, and I have no regrets when the wax torch turns to ashes.
Although it was farewell, I still looked at the sky with a smile. A grateful heart feels that it has gone, and a grateful heart will be rewarded in the future.
Regret is in the heart, and mistakes are like the wind. My heart is like a drop of rain, which keeps flowing.
I will miss it when I get old, and the relationship between teachers and students remains the same. Praise the teacher's poem 1: Four spring weathers into rainy days, and several autumn rains wash the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker.
Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits. Praise for the teacher's poem 2: I love the teacher like a red candle, which ignites the fire in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! Praise the teacher's poem 3:-Teacher, who is hard-lead us into the spacious classroom and teach us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily.
The autumn season is fruitful. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher! Dedicate youth to nothingness. We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! I can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are also trying to suck the drizzle and grow.
Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have a bumper harvest. Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me; Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life; Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life; Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge! Praise the teacher's poem 4: the golden wind sends laughter, and the osmanthus floats.
Today's teacher's holiday is coming again. Teachers have worked hard for our growth.
We will never forget the teacher's love for us. Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.
People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world. Teachers are the noblest career in the world.
The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine. The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life.
Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century. The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain.
The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge. Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.
The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.
The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young.
When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.
Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world. The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.
Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation. Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good. Praise the teacher's poem 5: You present a flower, I present a flower, let's weave a big wreath and give it to my dear teacher and mother.
It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings joy to everyone.
Wherever we go, always remember your feelings; No matter where we go. Always remember your words.
Wherever we go, always remember your love; Wherever we go, it will be a flower of yours. Praise the teacher's poem 6: September, as scheduled.
Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival.
We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast.
The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front. Psalm 7: I remember that your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, many students can become talents. The world is so civilized because of you. Teacher, you are the guiding light for the lost children. You are an angel who praises the teacher. Psalm 8: Teachers praise others for getting gold from life. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the morning sun. Your silver is the moon of the fifteenth. But you still whistle happily. Your pride is peaches.