1. About Tianxin’s poems
About Tianxin’s poems 1. Poetry and prose about the poetic Tianxin
If we have never met each other in life, I don’t know that I have such a habit , collect your laughter, collect your feelings, collect everything about you.
If I had never met each other in life, I would not be able to deeply understand loneliness and sadness. I would be inexplicably moved and fall asleep with tears in my eyes.
If I had never met each other in life, I would not maintain my imagination. Even though this imagination is inevitably lonely and helpless, I still insist on such a dream.
If we have never met each other in life, how can I understand that a person's loneliness is so unforgettable, but it can release one's hesitation and helplessness. The tearful vicissitudes and infinite confusion will have a deeper meaning because I met you. But why is it that when we love, we are always accompanied by a touch of sadness?
If we have never met each other in life, how can I know the true meaning of love? You must be destined to dance together, and you must cherish what you love today to be able to synchronize. I cannot be on the same journey with you, nor can I be in sync with you.
If we had never met each other in life, I would still be me and you would still be you, but I would just miss the most beautiful adventure in life.
Loneliness and I are in the same country. This may be fate. I lit a candle in the darkness, and the dim flame beat gently, which was the silent heartbeat. The candle burned out and darkness swallowed me. , no resistance, no struggle.
I have long been accustomed to darkness.
Walking alone in the deserted street late at night, my world is still only myself, cold and helpless quietly Spreading, I live with pain.
2. Poems about Tianxin in Guo Moruo's collection of poems
>The street lights in the distance are bright, as if countless stars are shining.
The stars in the sky appeared, as if countless street lamps were lit. I think there must be a beautiful street in the misty sky.
Some of the items displayed in the street market must be rare and rare in the world. You see, the shallow Tianhe is certainly not very wide.
The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl across the river will definitely be able to ride the cows back and forth. I think they must be wandering around Tianjie at this moment.
If you don’t believe it, look at the shooting star. They are walking with lanterns. >The moonlight is faint, shrouding the pine forest outside the village.
The white clouds were clustered together, with a few sparse stars leaking out. Where is Tianhe? The distant sea fog blurs.
Are you afraid that there will be sharks on the shore looking at the moon? Tengu 1 I am a Tengu! I swallowed up the moon, I swallowed up the sun, I swallowed up all the planets, I swallowed up the whole universe. I am who I am! 2. I am the light at the end of the moon, I am the light at the bottom of the sun, I am the light at the bottom of all planets, I am the bottom light of X-rays, and I am the total energy of the entire universe! Three, I run, I scream, I burn.
I burn like fire! I screamed like the sea! I ran like electricity! I fly, I fly, I fly, I peel my skin, I eat my flesh, I chew my blood, I bite my heart, I fly on my nerves, I fly on my spinal cord Run, I'm running in my head. Four I am me! Oh my, I'm going to explode! -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------Coal in the furnace - the emotion of nostalgia for the motherland - ah, my young girl! I will not let you down, and you will not let me down.
I am so burning for my beloved! Two, my young girl! You should know my predecessor? Don't you think my black slave is rude? It takes a nigger like me to have a heart like fire in my chest. Three, my young girl! I think my predecessor was originally a useful pillar. I was buried alive in the ground for many years, and only now can I see the light of day again.
Four, my young girl! Ever since I saw the light of day again, I have often missed my hometown. I am so burning for my beloved! -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------Good morning Good morning! The ever-moving sea! Good morning! The confused Xuguang! Good morning! The white clouds surge like poetry! Good morning! The smooth and straight silk rain! Poetry! Good morning! Seamounts that are burning with passion! Good morning! The morning breeze that combs the soul! Morning breeze! Please spread my voice to all directions! Good morning! My young motherland! Good morning! My new born compatriots! Good morning! My mighty Yangtze River in the south! Good morning! My frozen Yellow River in the north! Yellow River! I hope the ice in your chest melts soon! Good morning! The Great Wall! Ah! The wilderness of snow! Ah! The Russia I admire! Good morning! My revered Pioneer! Good morning! Snowy Pamir! Good morning! The snowy Himalayas! Good morning! Tagore of Bengal! ] Good morning! My classmates in the Nature Academy! Good morning! Ganges! The spiritual light flowing in the Ganges! Good morning! Indian Ocean! Red Sea! Su Yi Shi’s canal! Good morning! The pyramids on the Nile River! Ah! D'annunzio you are flying on a bomb! Good morning! You "thinker" sitting in front of the Pantheon! Good morning! Fellow students of the work-study program! Good morning! Belgium! The remnants of Belgium! Good morning! Ireland! Irish poet! Ah! The Atlantic Ocean! Good morning! The Atlantic Ocean! Good morning! The new continent on the Atlantic Ocean! Good morning! Washington's tomb! Lincoln's tomb! Whitman's grave! Ah! Whitman! Whitman! Whitman is like the Pacific Ocean! Ah! Pacific Ocean! Good morning! Pacific Ocean! The islands in the Pacific! Fuso on the Pacific Ocean! Fuso! Fuso! The fusang still wrapped in dreams! Wake up! Mesame! Come and enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime morning light! -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------Earth, my mother! Earth, my mother! It's dawn, you shook the son in your arms awake, I'm crawling on your back now. Earth, my mother! Carrying me on my back, I roam freely in this paradise.
You are still in the ocean, playing some music to comfort my soul. Earth, my mother! In the past, present and future, you are the one who feeds me, clothes you and lives with you. How can I repay your deep kindness? Earth, my mother! From now on, I don’t want to stay at home all the time. I want to stay in this open air to show my filial piety to you.
Earth, my mother! What I envy are your filial sons, the farmers in the fields. They are the nannies of all mankind. You always love and care for them. Earth, my mother! What I envy are your filial sons, the workers in the charcoal pit. They are the Prometheus of all mankind. You always hold them in your arms.
Earth, my mother! I think that except for farmers and workers, all people are unworthy descendants, and I am also your unworthy descendant. Earth, my mother! I envy all the grass and trees, my compatriots, your children and grandchildren, they are enjoying their life freely, independently, freely and healthily.
Earth, my mother! I envy all the animals, especially the earthworms - I only envy the birds in the sky: they have to fly in the air without you. Earth, my mother! I don’t want to fly in the air, I don’t want to ride in a car, ride a horse, wear socks or shoes, I just want to be naked with my feet and be with you forever.
Earth, my mother! You are the witness of my reality. I don’t believe that you are just a fantasy. I don’t believe that I am just delusional and ignorant. Earth, my mother! We are all Yi Yin born in the sky. I don't believe there is any father in the ethereal sky.
Earth, my mother! I think all phenomena in the universe are your incarnation: thunder is the sound of your breath, snow and rain are the soaring of your blood. Earth, my mother! I think that the ethereal celestial sphere is just a mirror for you to put on makeup. The sun during the day and the lunar moon at night are just your own shadow in the mirror.
Earth, my mother! I think all the planets in the sky are just shadows of our biological eyeballs; I only believe that you are the proof of reality. Earth, my mother! In the past, I was just a baby with undeveloped knowledge. I only knew how to covet and accept your deep kindness. I didn’t know your deep kindness. I didn’t know.
3. Appreciation of the Moon to Heaven
1. Analyze the role of memories of the past in the first paragraph.
Answer: It not only highlights the great role of the moon, but also provides the following text with the moon illuminating our way forward. With the company of the moon, we are no longer afraid, and have a refreshing and comfortable Zhangben.
2. How to understand the meaning of the underlined sentences in the text?
① Indeed, if we could open our minds to the size of the sky, wouldn’t the moon be among them?
Answer: We must be broad-minded in order to tolerate everything.
②Return to yourself and let yourself be bright!
Answer: The brightness of the moon in the sky is temporary, but if you want to have permanent brightness, you can only return to yourself and let yourself shine.
3. What philosophy of life does this article contain?
Answer: People will inevitably experience difficulties in their lives. To get out of them, you may need the guidance of others. But the help from others is only temporary. If you want to get out of the predicament permanently, you must have the moon in your heart and become brighter and stronger yourself.
4. Poems about "clouds"
Clouds on the Ridge by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The white clouds on the mountains have not dispersed, and the green wheat in the fields will dry up due to drought.
What can you do if you are born and destroyed by yourself? Can you chase the east wind and make rain? Xia Yun and Caosong of the Tang Dynasty have the potential to become Yue Ren and grow Cui Wei in an instant. The dark bird cannot fly, but the wild wind can blow it away.
A day is filled with so many things that I forget to look back at them immediately. When the summer rain is about to end, I first hear thunder on the river.
On a clear dawn day in early spring, I look at three plain clouds. Chen Shimu of the Tang Dynasty. The colorful light floats on the jade chariot, and the purple energy hides the Yuanjun.
The misty sky is gone, and the world is divided freely. The luan can't reach it, and the fairy blows far away and smells bad.
I will greet you with courtesy, and Mingxun will resolve the dispute. When people return to a place of suspense, the glow of the clouds fills the atmosphere.
The clouds grow among the pillars. Chen Xilie of the Tang Dynasty. Xialian Mountain is dark enough, but the opening day adds light.
It makes the clothes and fur moist and the pillow mat cool. If you have no intention of accompanying the rain, why should you dream of King Jing?
Each of the east peak pavilions is assigned an object to obtain the clouds on the mountain. Cui He of the Tang Dynasty stood there to increase the distance, and saw the solitary cloud in the middle peak. The rocks are melting and melting, and the pieces are suitable for sunset.
Gradually the trees are gone, and the remaining trees are becoming more dense. According to Cui Tu of the Tang Dynasty, if the road is straight, it will be a gift for Lin, otherwise he will forget the opportunity.
For no reason, he went to the balcony to see King Xiang Mu Yu back home. Spring clouds by Tang Dengyi sway from west to east, relying on the forest and chasing the wind.
The momentum moves to the green road, and the shadows are reflected in the green waves. The setting sun will reveal tomorrow, and the morning sun will cover the sky again.
After crossing the pass, he left the horse and led him back out of the fortress. The color changes with the exchange of greetings, and the light changes the distance and distance.
If Lin is useful, he will have to help him succeed. Yong Yun Dong Sigong of the Tang Dynasty White clouds rise from the imperial hometown and fly to cover the sky.
The moon is reflected in the moonlight, and the branches and leaves are spread by the wind. After passing through the pavilions, I suddenly descended into the sky.
Because the wind is far away, I have been hesitating for a long time. It is said by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty that the dragon is like Qu Tang Hui, and the river is as deep as Bai Di.
The gorge is always rising all year round, and the forest must be opened every night. Harvest Ci Shuangzhu, clearly in Xicen.
Gaozhai is not a place, it is delicate and elegant. Yun Tang Du Mu If something is in the way, how can you be modest about the source?
The Dongting is wide when you enter at dawn, and the Wu Gorge is deep when you return at dusk. Crossing the river, following the shadows of birds, hugging trees and singing the sounds of apes across the distance.
Don’t hide in Gaotang. The withered seedlings are waiting for the rain. Yun Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty Looking at the clouds all day without looking back, having no intention is like having no talent.
My pitiful glory is like jade, where does the sunny sky come from? Gu Yun Tang Guanxiu The general is more afraid of surrender than the egret, and he begins to think that the remaining snow is not as good as the many. The breeze leads it farther away, so bright and lonely.
Yun Guo Zhen of the Tang Dynasty gathers and disperses in the void to return, and the savages lean on the phoenix to watch at leisure. I don't know that the body is a rootless thing, covering the moon and stars.
Yun Han Cong of the Tang Dynasty Deeply separated from love, the mist falls, like a car or a cover. The rock on the mountain should always be there, and the dragon in the sky should never return.
Don’t look towards the window to catch the moon at night, so that you can come to the fairy cave to wet your clothes. After the spring breeze was indifferent, I saw that King Xiang's dreams were also rare.
The white clouds are emptying into the sky. Tang Jiaoyu The white clouds rise far away and sway into the clear sky. The multiplication and transformation follow the relaxation of the scroll, and there is no intention to let it go forever.
The sun still carries the sun when it wants to be sold out, but it will be broken due to the wind. It is difficult to control the situation if the situation is weak, and it is easy to be poor if the sky is high.
The shadow collects the vitality surface, and the light disappears in the Taixu. If you follow the dragon, you will still be able to use the merit of helping things.
Five Miscellaneous Odes of Nanchi · Xiyun by Tang Jiaoran There is no limit to the meaning of the scroll, the lingering flow is full of emptiness. There are tangible things that are not tiring, and there are no traces left to follow the wind.
Don’t blame us for our appearance, we are floating with each other. Yun Tang Laihu: Thousands of shapes and forms are still empty, reflecting the water and hiding the mountains.
The infinite drought seedlings are all drying up, and strange peaks are found in leisurely places. Clouds Li Qiao, Tang Dynasty White clouds rise from Daliang, and the atmosphere never stops.
The brocade text touches the stone, and the cover shadow reaches the sky. The trees with thousands of years of smoke cover the three autumn moons.
Meet the wind song and go from the dragon to the round palace. Yun Li Qiao of Tang Dynasty, Yingying Daliang Kingdom, Yuyu Secretary Station.
The blue sky rises from the dragon, and the green mountains touch the rocks. The official name is bright and ancient, and the shadow is Geng Qingai.
The feeling of flying is high and the song is high, and the magic is coming from all over the world. Qiliang Qingyun by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty Slowly chasing smoke waves, like the fluttering willows of jealousy.
So I came to Fei Pavilion and wanted to go back to Pei. The lingering song pity paints the fan, and makes soft strips in the open view.
When the sky is in the south position, Niuzhu stays at the end of the night. Yongyun by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty Holding the moon at three o'clock is broken, and the hidden stars are bright on the seventh night of the seventh lunar month.
Only then did I hear the winding road, and then saw the city separated by layers of trees. The dragon rises in the pond at dusk, and the river autumn suppresses the sound of geese.
Only Song Yu knows that this is the name of the god of Chu.
Clouds from the Mountain by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty The auspicious clouds rise and the green ridges are new.
The rocks on Yingfeng's peak are beautiful, and the pines and springs bloom among the leaves. The forest is quiet and the sky is short, and the mountains are bright and the ridges are frequent.
When returning to the cliff, I cover the crane, or follow people in the quiet stream. Gushe looks towards Ningxue, and spends the evening with God on the balcony.
A jade guest should be sitting high in the sky. The poem contains peak clouds. Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty The green tower contains the morning mist, and the lotus peak carries evening clouds.
Jade leaves gather against the rocks, and golden branches touch the rocks. Shadows form across the sky, blowing rows of wind.
I have to go under the balcony, and the sky will confuse the king of Chu. Yongyun by Li Yong of the Tang Dynasty Colorful clouds surround the top of the lonely mountain.
Scattered into five kinds of colors, condensed into a period of sorrow. Although the shadow sinks to the bottom of the stream, its shape is floating in the sky.
If the wind blows, it will fly away and should not stay here for a long time. Spring Clouds by Li Zhong of the Tang Dynasty The yin goes away and becomes the ointment, and the clear comes to beautify the dawn sky.
With no intention and no stagnation, the wind blows in the east wind. Xia Yun, Li Zhong of the Tang Dynasty, is shaped like a peak in the western suburbs, and there are not many people standing on the dragon.
Thank you for the good wind that turns into sweet rain and helps the seedlings. Yun Li Zhong of the Tang Dynasty leisurely left the cave and slowly went to Tianjin.
Holding the sun is different, and following the dragon has its own reasons. The rain is flowing high all over the world, and the spring is blowing warmly on all mountains.
Jing and Xia are close, Xianjianghe is the closest. Don’t ask about returning to the imperial hometown. Dreams of the Chu Palace have been frequent.
Bai Xiang Fengzhong started, Bi started new in poetry. The cold face crosses the fishing pond, and the light thread trips the toad wheel.
It is not stagnant but also light, and the coils are unintentionally stretched. Fei Yan chatted about the proposal, and Qian Lu was patrolling.
Know how to make five kinds of colors, which are auspicious and purple. Observing the Clouds by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty The clouds are moving, feeling the yin energy, and the swift feet are like seeing opportunities.
When the weather comes clear, the mood will work, and success will come back. The verdant scenery contains the evening scenery, and the pure white color reflects the autumn light.
The night is deep in Yinhan, and the immortal clothes are in the desert. Clouds in the Mountains by Tang Luchang The clouds are gathering in the Lingshan Mountains, and the clouds appear in the morning.
Look at the white flowers on the trees and the fresh snow on the peaks. The shadows are covered with pines, and fish scales are spread along the stream.
As high as walking from a dragon, as low as touching a stone. The dense light is half hidden, and the light color is like floating dust.
The jade leaves bloom in the sky, showing pity in the early spring. Ode to the Floating Clouds by Tang Lu Ping The emptiness returns to the emptiness, suddenly appearing in the sky and the earth.
If you pretend to be like this, I am not my bow. The clouds in Luo Ye of Tang Dynasty are all over the rivers and lakes, how can they be together without finding the way to Lin?
Don’t let Youshang stay like this, the imperial hometown will be even warmer and greener. The floating clouds in Tang Luo Yin are melting and relaxing, not toward Cangwu, which is the imperial hometown.
Mo Dao has nothing to do when he has no intention. He once worried about killing King Xiang of Chu. Spring Clouds by Pei Cheng of the Tang Dynasty The desert is melting and melting, taking advantage of the spring to do whatever you want.
The leaves of Yinglin are just beginning to unfold, but the peak has not yet reached the peak when it touches the stone. The rising sun dissipates the cold green, and the clear smoke illuminates the face.
The faint will seem to disappear, the depth is as heavy as the weight. The thin colors are scattered near the stream, and it is light and overcast with heavy rain.
The woodcutter who has his spare time will meet him on the mountain. Watching the Clouds Tang Qiji He Feng touched the stone with wet moss and moved the money away from the waterfall and spring by the high wind.
Lying down in the depths is truly secluded, while walking above is like a fairy. There is a shadow on the bottom of the Cangjiang River thousands of miles away, but there is no trace for thousands of miles on the edge of the blue sky.
I always remember the old monk in the green wall, walking around the nunnery and meditating with the old monk. Pian Yun Tang Qiji Under the water there are clear clouds in the sky, pitiful shapes and shadows like my body.
5. Poems about "clouds"
The wind blows the sound of sheng and cranes on the mountain, and people in front of the mountain look at the screen of green clouds.
Penglai looked for Yaochi Road in vain, not knowing that there is a curtain pavilion in the world.
The painted Luowei fans are always like clouds, and the fine grass is like mud clusters and butterfly skirts.
The white emperor's farewell speech is among the colorful clouds. A thousand miles of rivers and mountains are returned in one day.
Panasonic asked the boy, saying that the teacher was going to collect medicine.
Only in this mountain, I don’t know where the clouds are.
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone. I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.
Although Jianghan is vast, it is not difficult to cross it by boat. It is difficult to walk on quicksand, and horses often come back with their own feet.
Whenever I meet a guest of Cihan, he invites me to visit you. It turns out that the poem "Xianju Fu" has never been popular among the people.
I also know that the neighboring market seems to be in a noisy atmosphere. But I laugh at the fact that my family has grown up, so there is no need to hide the white clouds.
The mountain peak is small. Green mist flies around all over. I'm just afraid to learn to practice clouds and create a spring dawn on the balcony. Spring dawn. Spring dawn. The courtyard is full of green grass
The blue emperor is alone in the moonlight thousands of miles away, sweeping away all the floating clouds.
It is a beautiful autumn night in my house, and I don’t need anyone to help me get on the bridge.
Li Bai
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an.
The autumn cries of Luo Wei are on the golden well fence, and the frost is desolate and the mat is cold.
The solitary lamp is lost in thought, rolling up the curtains and looking at the moonlit sky, sighing,
The beauty is like a flower across the clouds. There is the long sky of Qingming above, and the waves of Lu River below. The journey is long and the soul is suffering.
It is difficult for the dream soul to reach the mountains. Long love, heart-breaking
The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.
The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
Haike talks about Yingzhou, and it is difficult to find a letter in the mist.
The people of Yue are talking about Tianmu, and the clouds are bright and extinguished or can be seen.
One step at a time, [3] the voice was heard.
An An said goodbye to the mountain monk and bowed his head in salute to Baiyun.
The thoughts of wandering in the floating clouds, the love of old friends in the setting sun.
I waved my hand and went away, the horse roared.
The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, and the paths are many divergent, but now I am at peace.
There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the cloud sails are hung directly to help the sea.
There are so many Chinese poems that there are no less than 8,000 poems written in the clouds
The one downstairs is really despicable and completely copied mine. I will add a few more lines
Du Mu
p>The spring breeze is the most graceful, and the sun rises in the west of Liucun.
The delicate clouds occupy the Xiu River, and the sound of the healthy water divides the stream.
The green clouds calm the restlessness, and the egret has a strong spirit.
Cloud Qijue
Looking at the clouds all day without looking back, having no intention is like having no talent.
My pitiful glory is like jade, where does the sunny sky come from?
If the clouds are not covered by the clouds, where can the water gurgling in the fairy boat?
The shadows on the willow bank gradually become sparse when the wind blows, making your home look like a savage home.
The clouds and the water are still admirable, and Xiaozhi sings with ease
6. Poems describing sunny days
1. There is sunshine in sunny days, and there is always sunshine. It is full of warmth. I believe that with the love and encouragement of so many friends, the sun will always shine brightly.
2. The sky was as clear as a piece of blue paper, with a few thin white clouds floating slowly in the wind as if they had been melted by the sun.
3. The sky is clear and blue, the clouds are unstained, the distant mountains are covered with dark green, and the gentle breeze brings warmth.
4. The light blue sky is like a piece of clean velvet, trimmed with yellow gold.
5. Sometimes there are dark clouds in the sky, and the clouds are very thick. When the sun comes out, the human eye cannot see it. However, the sun's rays radiating in the black clouds passed through the black clouds and set a luminous golden edge on the black clouds. Later, the sun slowly broke out of the encirclement and appeared in the sky, even dyeing the black clouds purple or red. At this time, it was not only the sun, clouds and sea water that shone brightly, but also myself.