Wu Xinyi by Wang Wei: The Red Calyx of Hibiscus in the Mountain. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
Autumn in a Mountain Residence by Wang Wei: An empty mountain stands on an autumn night after the rain. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Wang Wei's Birding Creek: When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Wei Shui Farmer by Wang Wei: In the setting sun in the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.
Wang Jian's Tian Guxing: Men are happy, women are happy, but people don't complain. In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper. There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die. There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes. In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government. Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!
Zhang Ji's Wild Old Songs: The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of Shan Ye. Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil. At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns. The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.
Nie Zhongyi's Wounded Family: selling new silk in February and harvesting new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room.
Wei's "Housekeeper": A light rain blooms new flowers, and thunder rises. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge. When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi. Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy. There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet. Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.
Du Xunhe's Widow in the Mountain: My husband clung to Mao Peng because of the soldier, and all my linen clothes were burned. Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings. When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves. If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.
Wei Shui Farmer by Wang Wei: In the setting sun in the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring: In the house, spring pigeons are singing and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees. Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village: Prepare chicken rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Du Fu's "The Year of Yan Xing": There are many clouds in the north wind, and in the snow in Xiaoxiang Dongting. The fisherman's net is cold, and he doesn't shoot geese and sing sangbow. Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers. High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish more than birds, so they should not kill Nan in vain. It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used. Carved clay is the easiest thing to get, and likes and dislikes can't be concealed by looks. When will the sadness of this song end?
Wen Tingyun's "Burning Songs": Get up and look at Nanshan, and the mountain will burn the mountain. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected. The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red. Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian. Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet. The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest. Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine. Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps. Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.
Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Notes on Four Seasons (I): Plums are golden and apricots are fat, and wheat and white cauliflower are sparse. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory (II): Children in the village go out during the day and take care of their own affairs. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
2. Poems praising life spread in the village of old friends.
meng haoran
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
My old friend prepared yellow rice and roast chicken and invited me to his simple home. Outside the village is surrounded by a circle of green trees, and the suburbs are covered with green hills. Pushing open the window, we faced the fields and nurseries, drinking wine and talking about farming, mulberry and horses. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival in September, and then try chrysanthemum wine! )
Gui yuan Tian ju
Tao Yuanming
one
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital. Warm and distant villages, the smoke from the kitchen in Yiyi market, the barking of dogs in the depths of alleys, the crowing of chickens on the top of mulberry trees, dust-free households, and free virtual rooms. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
two
There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts. When complex market music, grass * * *. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma. My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.
three
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
life
Type: Poetry
Life is too dull.
Add some salt to concentrate my thoughts.
Missing is too bitter.
Add some sugar to adjust the dull life.
Life is short.
Add some spicy spirit.
I'm too sleepy mentally
Add a little Zen to calm the heart pool
You can't live without poetry.
No matter how you browse or dabble.
There is no poetry in my eyes.
Nobody cares about teahouses and restaurants.
Beautiful women and handsome men don't sing.
It is so barren and desolate here.
I don't have a poem.
Seek and develop anyway.
There are no poems in my field.
Opportunity refused to favor me.
Inspiration will not come to my humble abode.
So ignorant and blank.
I don't have a poem.
I don't have a poem.
So I'm not happy anymore.
in fact
I am not happy.
Doesn't mean I don't have poetry.
Doesn't mean I've fallen into secularity and numbness.
Say goodbye to the fiery life
There are people who love me and people I love.
Always pay attention to and entrust
Live well, live well.
Poetry does not reject triviality.
The daily necessities are infiltrating your heart.
Poetry in Tang and Song Dynasties nourishes your heart.
You are enjoying the fireworks.
But gloomily looking at the brilliant galaxy.
You have honed your vulgar thoughts.
But staring at the poem.
Live to read.
A warm life cannot shrink.
Read and think.
Ordinary life needs you to ignite poetry.
3. Shi Zan's life is a tour of Shanxi Village, and a tour of the farmhouse is full of wine and wine, leaving enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane. Inviting guests/About Song Zhaoshi's show in Huangmei, it rained at home, and frogs were everywhere in the grass pond.
It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp. I passed my old friend Zhuang, Haoran prepared my chicken and rice, old friend, you entertained me on your farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. (5) Wei, Jin and Tao Yuanming drank alcohol and built houses under human conditions. At that time, there were no chariots and horses.
What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.
(For reference only).
4. What are the poems praising life? 1, old vines, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. _ _ Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. _ _ Meng Haoran "Passing the Old Village"
3. The mountains are green and the mountains are white, and the rain is like smoke in the rules of sound and sound. _ _ April in rural Weng Juan
4, thousands of miles green, water village Guo Shan wine flag wind. _ _ Du Mu's Jiangnan Spring
There is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and there is another village. _ _ Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village
6. Plant beans in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. _ _ Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden, Part III'
7. Birds are singing and dancing, and bridges are flying red. _ _ Bai Pu's patio sand spring
8. No rhyme, naturally love Qiushan. _ _ Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"
9. Fertilize rice in Ehu Mountain, and the finless porpoise is half covered. _ _ Wang Jia's "Social Day"
10, running water breaks human intestines, and hard ice hurts horse bones. _ _ Join the Army by Lu Sidao
1 1, Shuibian Village, a valley on the hillside, was once blocked by flowers. _ _ Zhang Sui's Mo Mei
12, what happened on the day of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water ran empty. _ _ Qin Guan "Jiangchengzi Xicheng Liuyang thick alcohol meat"
13, there is Kong Ming in the solitude and water in the fish. _ _ Chen Shou's Longzhong Dui
14, I still pity Zhong Nanshan and look back at Weibin in Qing Dynasty. _ _ Du Fu's Twenty-two Rhymes of Wei Zuocheng
15, but always keep your eyes open all night, the lifelong trouble in your brow. _ _ Yuan Zhen's Three Sorrow Poems, The Third
5. A poem praising life 1: There are no towns in three thousand miles, only camps, until the heavy sky joins the vast snow-covered desert. The sorrowful Hu Yanyan flew through the air, and HUS soldiers were all in tears. -An old Li Wei song.
2. Life can be without poetry, but it can't be without poetry; There can be no road in the March, but there must be no steps forward; You can have no experience at work, but you can't study. There can be no flash in life, but there can be no stain.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Children with covered heads learn to bend their heads and lie on their sides, with raspberries and moss reflecting their bodies. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
5. Farewell your friend Li Bai at Jingmen Ferry and sail from Jingmen Ferry. Soon you will be with people in the south. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
6: Why does she hate wheatgrass when she is gone? Xia Muyang is cute.
7: Jiang Shen Zhujing 23, many things red flowers reflect white flowers. I have a place to repay the happiness of spring. Joan can take her time at the hotel.
Hope to adopt, thank you.
6. If life deceives you, praise the poem of life-Pushkin.
If life deceives you,
Don't be sad, don't be impatient!
Melancholy days need peace;
Believe it, happy days will come.
The heart always yearns for the future;
I am often depressed now.
Everything is instantaneous,
Everything will pass;
A thing of the past,
Will become a kind of nostalgia. Guogurenzhuang
meng haoran
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
My old friend prepared yellow rice and roast chicken and invited me to his simple home. Outside the village is surrounded by a circle of green trees, and the suburbs are covered with green hills. Pushing open the window, we faced the fields and nurseries, drinking wine and talking about farming, mulberry and horses. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival in September, and then try chrysanthemum wine! )
Gui yuan Tian ju
Tao Yuanming
one
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital. Warm and distant villages, the smoke from the kitchen in Yiyi market, the barking of dogs in the depths of alleys, the crowing of chickens on the top of mulberry trees, dust-free households, and free virtual rooms. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
two
There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts. When complex market music, grass * * *. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma. My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.
three
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
life
Type: Poetry
Life is too dull.
Add some salt to concentrate my thoughts.
?
Missing is too bitter.
Add some sugar to adjust the dull life.
?
Life is short.
Add some spicy spirit.
?
I'm too sleepy mentally
Add a little Zen to calm the heart pool
You can't live without poetry.
?
No matter how you browse or dabble.
There is no poetry in my eyes.
Nobody cares about teahouses and restaurants.
Beautiful women and handsome men don't sing.
It is so barren and desolate here.
I don't have a poem.
?
Seek and develop anyway.
There are no poems in my field.
Opportunity refused to favor me.
Inspiration will not come to my humble abode.
So ignorant and blank.
I don't have a poem.
?
I don't have a poem.
So I'm not happy anymore.
?
in fact
I am not happy.
Doesn't mean I don't have poetry.
Doesn't mean I've fallen into secularity and numbness.
Say goodbye to the fiery life
There are people who love me and people I love.
Always pay attention to and entrust
Live well, live well.
Poetry does not reject triviality.
The daily necessities are infiltrating your heart.
Poetry in Tang and Song Dynasties nourishes your heart.
You are enjoying the fireworks.
But gloomily looking at the brilliant galaxy.
You have honed your vulgar thoughts.
But staring at the poem.
Live to read.
A warm life cannot shrink.
Read and think.
Ordinary life needs you to ignite poetry.
7. Poems describing life We opened your window, crossed the garden and fields, and talked about mulberry and hemp with cups in our hands.
The old lady didn't sweep the flower path for the guests. Today, it's only for you. Chai Men hasn't opened it for you yet, but it will open it for you today.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. Tao Yuanming's drinking
In the morning, it was ridiculous to go home with Dai Yue's hoe. Tao Yuanming's "Returning to Garden"
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Meng Haoran's Passing the Village for the Aged
The eaves are long and clean without moss, and flowers and trees are planted by hand. Wang Anshi's Book of Mr. Yin on the Wall of the Lake
There is no Ding Bai who laughs and has a university. Liu Yuxi's Humble Room Inscription
I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. Xin Qiji's Qing Ping Le-Village Residence
The yellow hair hangs low and enjoys itself. Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden
The ring is bare and can't cover the windy days; Short brown knot, ladybug empty. Tao Yuanming's Biography of Mr. Wu Liu
8. Praise the motto of life. The glory of life lies not in never failing, but in being able to pounce again and again.
Napoleon was a hero when he was alive and a ghost when he died. -Li Qingzhao's life is trying. The more you try, the better your life will be.
-Emerson Whoever wants a dance academy will accomplish nothing; He who can't dominate himself is always a slave. -Goethe Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world.
Gu suffering is the teacher of life. -Balzac's life between heaven and earth is fleeting, and suddenly it is just a life between heaven and earth (Zhuangzi), and suddenly it is like a traveler (19 ancient poems) regaining the energy in life, and suddenly it is like a lightning strike (Tao Jin Yuanming). If life is sunny, the real happiness is optimism about life, happiness about work and excitement about career.
Einstein's real happiness comes from inner peace. True happiness is not necessarily pleasure, but mostly victory.
Happy laughter is a reliable sign of mental health. If you want others to be happy, you must be happy first.
If you want to sprinkle sunshine into other people's hearts, you must first have sunshine in your heart. -Roman Rolanfa's inner joy is the joy one feels when living a sound, normal and harmonious life.
-romain rolland As long as you can take a lie as truth, a sincere smile will follow, which can almost have the same effect as a real smile. -Annette Gudan Hartme.
9. Are there any poems praising life? How vast is life?
How vast life is.
Life is an ocean.
Where there is life, there is happiness and wealth.
Join the choir, perform,
Build railways, become pilots,
Sitting in the lab, writing poems,
Go skiing in the mountains,
Sail the boat through the waves,
Explore the Arctic, collect tropical plants,
Set up a tent and sleep under the stars.
Living a very ordinary life,
Open your eyes to ordinary things,
Light someone else's fire with your own fire,
Find your heart with your heart.
How vast life is.
How fragrant life is.
Where there is life, there is happiness and wealth.