Generations of talented people have emerged, and every leader has been coquettish for hundreds of years. -Expectations for a prosperous literary world
Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl. Touch your hand and make a loom. There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down. The river is clear and shallow, with many differences. Between water and water, there are no words. How beautiful she is, opening the pearly window sash, how quietly she leans against it, and how troubled her forehead is! . I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself. The smoke is light in the moon, and the Yin, Han and Autumn periods are the same. How many joys and sorrows are in this cloud year after year. Thin clouds are clever, flying stars spread grievances, and yinhan sneaked into Chen Cang. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge! If the relationship between two people is long-lasting, it is still a matter of time! At this time, the bright moon is in the sky, and the horizon is * * *, which brings a separated heart and a long thought at night. I blew out the candle, and it was not dark. I put on my coat, and it was not warm, so I left my message to the bright moon, and then turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream, and I was in Hezhou. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her. If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. I feel at ease, tossing and turning. Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple. Pull shepherd's purse from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. -Expectations of meeting each other
Yazhai lay listening to Little Zhu Xiao, suspecting that it was the voice of the people's sufferings. I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I was still sad to see Kyushu. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country. Lying in the dead of night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. 3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters. It's another year for the adherents to cry in the dust and look south to Julian Waghann. Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. Forget the national disaster at the risk of life, and suddenly feel life and death. I hope to sacrifice my life for my country. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned. Although the status is low, I never forget to worry about national affairs, but if I want to realize the ideal of reunification, I can only make a final conclusion after death. Uneven heart, solitary sword ringing at the head of a bed. -Expectations for national stability and unity.
2. Looking forward to the beautiful ancient poem "Shangxie" Original: Shangxie! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you!
Translation: Oh, my God! I want to love you all my life. Unless there are no hills, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River dry up, thunder rumbles in winter, heavy snow falls in summer, and heaven and earth become one, I dare to break up with you! !
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
From The Book of Songs, High Wind and Drumming, the original text is as follows:
Drums are dull and soldiers actively use them. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone.
From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried.
Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it.
Hold your hand and your son.
Hold your hand and sleep with your son.
Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
Holding your hand, what can my husband ask for?
3. Wang Wei's poem Chai Lu describes a beautiful dream: there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
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.
Loser-Yan Shu.
Swallows come to Spring Club, pears fall after Qingming Festival.
At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves.
The days are long and the ice floes are light.
Smile at the female companions in the East and please them in Sandao.
The suspect had a good sleep last night. It turns out that today's grass fight won.
Laughter comes from two faces.
4. The ancient poem that has been described for a long time, looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light.
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it?
Yin Yan shuttled through the air, dancing, and Iraqis only went back to Shu, looking up at the swallow going west, and thinking about their feelings from afar.
Green and green, leisurely in my heart.
The Book of Songs Zheng Feng Ji Zi is about a woman in love's longing and expectation for her lover. The meaning in the poem is that your green collar touched my endless sorrow for you.
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I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day. I drank a river. When will this water stop and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart, like mine, will live up to your yearning.
Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice never forgot to tell Nai Weng.
-Lu You's "Xiuer"
When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it talks to the rain at dusk.
-Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night
Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
-Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village"
5. The sentence about expectation 1. There is always an expectation, like an invisible force, which gives faith, makes the heart firm, makes the dream clear and makes love calm. This expectation will not stop me from looking for it; This expectation makes me feel happy in confusion; This expectation made me start writing music in my youth. This expectation gave me positive strength and made me find my way on the road of hesitation; Break through oneself in frustration and loss.
2. Expectation is an optimistic, positive and beautiful spirit. To treat expectations correctly, we must strengthen our psychological quality, broaden our horizons and broaden our minds. In this way, expectation will put you in a colorful world like a beautiful dream.
3. To treat expectations correctly, we should strengthen psychological quality, broaden our horizons and broaden our minds. In this way, expectation will be like a beautiful dream, and we will place ourselves in a colorful world.
4. Perhaps the years have blown away the stack of diaries at the bedside, or perhaps time has diluted the memory of this cup of strong tea, and I have already put aside all my regrets and reluctance. Turn this page gently, and I will write down new expectations on a new page.
5. On the day when lovers get together, expectation is a desire to pour out each other, and it is the sadness occasionally revealed in sweetness. We expect sweetness, but we don't want to give up sadness. ...
6. When lovers embrace each other, expectation is tears that can't flow out of your eyes, but you can't control them. It is the kind of soft, thin, broken and deep sadness that ripples in your heart. The expectation of true feelings has created a beautiful experience of love. Heart experiences in expectation, and love matures in experience.
7. Once, we listened to the cuckoo's song and looked forward to the green of Yuan Ye; In my farewell pavilion, I am looking forward to the sudden return of the boat in the sunset. At one time, we expected to have rich harvest in our efforts; Looking forward to the weeping mandolin under the bright starlight to dispel the lingering sadness.
8. There is always an expectation, which may not be related to love, but it is definitely related to love. Write a happy diary, watch a beautiful life, raise our smiles in the breeze, miss it, and look up at the colorful sky with a smile. I have been here, and I am very happy, because I met you in the most beautiful years!
Regarding beautiful poems, I regret that I know nothing about a happy family.
Hu
I regret that I know nothing about a happy family and naively put on gauze.
Parents love each other, be careful, copy and protect, and learn to wear rouge.
Children get together to fight, jump over trees and play house.
When I first entered the school, I didn't expect it to be more prosperous in a few years.
When you put on your makeup, a gentleman envies you, and when you look back, you smile and show your teeth.
The four books and five classics are packed on the chest and the paper is full of flowers.
The seeds of love filled Fang Fei, and the village head in front of the stream was loud.
Flying needles show pillows, eyebrows draw boudoir.
On that day, Qin and Qin got married.
Live together, build a love nest together, and make Qin Jinsheng a charming baby forever.
In spring, I love flying kites in the earth, and Baigeng loves to spit green shoots in the wilderness.
Kiss rape, get drunk, climb mountains, play in the water.
In summer, I saw the demon lotus on the boat, and the rain man was holding an umbrella.
Misty rain and hazy roses, smoky wind messed up my hair.
At the end of autumn, the red leaves are high and the clouds are light, so you can climb high and look at the angle.
Hongyan flies south to deliver letters, and the persimmon in front of the door is red.
Love bamboo in winter is full of solar terms, and stepping on snow in Xun Mei is more natural and unrestrained.
Joan jade fluttered in the sky in vain, whipped the top and walked on the ice.
7. The eternal poem about expectation is so beautiful that I will never forget it. I want to go crazy if I can't see you for a day. Phoenix flies, and the four seas seek to burn. Helpless beauty, not in the east wall. On behalf of the spare time, I want to speak my mind. When can I see Xu Xi to comfort me? Willing to match virtue with words and work together! I can't fly, which makes me fall.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.
When will this love last? Affected Wan Liyun in the sky. Clouds used to be swallows, but now everyone is a dreamer. Where do you want to find snow? Float catkins to offer sacrifices to the fragrant soul. Sacrifice the fragrant soul for another spring, but there is still no green silk skirt.