Poetry about poetic life 1. Ancient poems describing life
1. The thatched cottage was broken by the autumn wind. Du Fu growled in August and autumn, and rolled up my Sanhe grass.
Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief.
I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
The cloth has been cold and iron for many years, and the pride is cracked. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep! There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain! Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone! 2. Li Qingzhao will never meet the sunset. Where are people? Dye willow smoke and play plum blossom flute. What do you know about spring? Is there no wind and rain when the weather is harmonious during the Lantern Festival? Come and meet each other, enjoy the BMW and thank the wine friends for their poems. Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five.
Pave a green crown, draw golden snow willows, and compete with them. Now I am haggard, windy and frosty, and I dare not go out at night.
It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain. 3. Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound" is looking for it, cold and clear, sad and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence? 4. Du Fu: I hope that although the country is broken, the mountains and rivers will last forever, and the vegetation will turn green in spring. 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.
5. Longmen Du Fu Longmen broken, eucalyptus out of the city. The emperor is close, and the gold and silver Buddhist temple is open.
When I returned it, I changed it again and again, and the water was long. On the journey of reading each other, I have done it several times in my career.
6. Du Fu, the old guest house, followed the personnel and never left this pavilion in early autumn. The pear leaves are red again, and the bamboo forest is still green.
The wind curtain rolled, and the cold anvil rang last night. Without Jianghan, the melancholy moon is invisible.
7. Cold food boat is Du Fu Chen Jia's strong meal, and it is still cold, so it is hidden in several depressions. Spring water, rivers, so floating on the boat is like sitting in the clouds; My body is getting weaker and my eyesight is dim. Looking at the flowers on the shore is like a mist.
The listless curtains saw butterflies flying by; Seagulls skimmed over the rapids. White clouds and white mountains are thousands of miles away, worrying about Chang' an and going straight north.
8. If you dream that Li Qingzhao had a shower last night, you don't need to drink after sleeping. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Know what? Know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
9. Drunken Li sells golden beasts in his head because of the clear fog. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
10. Wulingchun Li Qingzhao is full of fragrant flowers and tired of combing her hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
1 point crimson lips Li Qingzhao opened the swing and got up to adjust her delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Seeing someone coming, socks and golden retriever slipped away. She ran away shyly and leaned against the door, smelling the fragrance of plum flowers.
If you have a dream, Li Qingzhao always remembers the sunset in Xiting, intoxicated and unaware of the way home, returning to the boat at night and wandering in the depths of the lotus. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
3 drinking (fifth) Tao Yuanming built a house in the human territory, without horses and chariots. Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice.
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. 4 Guiyuan Tianju (1) Tao Yuanming has no rhyme and loves autumn mountains.
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. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.
Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today. A farmhouse by the Wei River, Wang Wei, in the countryside under the setting sun, 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.
The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
There seems to be no one on Wangweikong Mountain in Chai Lu, 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.
One autumn night in the deep mountains, Wang Wei, an empty mountain after the rain, stood in the autumn evening. 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.
Zhu Wangwei leans alone in the dense bamboo, I am playing the piano, and I am humming. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
In mid-spring, Wang Wei's family is full of spring pigeons, and apricot blossoms are white at the edge of the village. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse.
Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. In the face of sudden disobedience, Philip Burkart Bin was disappointed.
9 Look at the new sunny field Wang Wei's new sunny Yuan Ye is vast and has no atmosphere. The gatehouse of the outer city is close to the ferry pier, and the trees at the edge of the village connect the stream and the estuary.
The silvery white river is shining in the fields, especially bright, and the green mountains stand behind the ridge. It is the busy farming season, there are no idle people, and farmers are busy going to the fields.
10 Bird-singing Creek Wang Weiren idles osmanthus, 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.
2. Poems about life
There are famous sayings and poems about life
All one's life, the grass is autumn, and life has never died since ancient times. People in history have to die, either more important than Mount Tai or less important than fame and fortune. Life does not bring, death does not bring, life and death have life, wealth faces death, I laugh loudly, and the devil's palace shakes in my laughter! Don't be afraid of being smashed into pieces, leaving innocence in the world! I'm dead. I know everything is empty, but I'm sad that Kyushu has fought for 100 thousand heads of blood. I want to preserve the strength of Gan Kun. Born in sorrow, died in happiness. Life is a hero, and death is a ghost. Be generous to Yanshi, be a prisoner of Chu calmly, lead a knife into a quick success, and live up to your youth! Shui Han, the strong man is gone forever! Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times. Castle Peak is full of loyal bones. Why do they die without regret, loyal to your art, you don't know your age, and let wealth and fame drift like clouds? But if you think singing has ghosts and gods, you know that you will starve to death and make up for it. But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats! This grave recruit Kibaki, beheading Yamaraja by the standard of 100,000, but what happened in the king's world, after his death, he won the title of "living and dying in court", and his head fell off, leaving a big scar on the bowl! Eighteen years later, he became a hero again! -These two sentences are very common among Jianghu people. They are both jokes about life and death. Holding my son's hand and living with him for the life and death of the country, is it true that the official sea rises and falls like a gull and the book of life and death is like a catfish? They are not yet 100 years old, and they are always worried that they are chitose. Life is like mail, life is like stone. Life is like a lifetime, and elections are like flying dust. Life is not a stone, how can you live long? Life is like a passer-by, and the color is fading this year. Year after year, flowers are similar, year after year, people are different from picturesque Leshan, and benevolent people enjoy endless water. Have a drink and a cup of tea, and take your time. Small stone bridges with drizzle and small bamboo rafts with spring breeze. There is no bright moon and flowers dancing solo at night, and I am full of poems and books. I hope you will be satisfied! 15
3. Poetic sentences
1, the sunset sank into the depths of the sea, but no waves rolled, leaving only a thoughtful figure. Rain is a wound in the evening breeze, sliding down the last scar with the appearance of morning light! The rain is ashamed, and the purples have faded!
2. No shadow broke the tears, and the traces drawn by the years in that light year were originally engraved in my heart.
I put away my dream wings, but stopped believing, but I can't go back to the old days.
I would rather spend my whole life shedding tears for the dust of the world, for bodhi and for the prosperity of the world.
5, the sun is still there, we go through the light and shadow, continue to move forward along the historical footprint, create a better life, and move towards a better tomorrow!
6, full of spring smile, strong appearance, but hypocritical heart, fragile, dare not touch.
7. Maybe, at that moment, the dream is still there, and the tenderness is also there.
8, a person's play, directed by himself, wonderful interpretation. In the play, I let go of my emotions. Laugh sadly; I cried my eyes out.
9. If my love is destined to be a one-man show, it is destined to be directed by one person and performed wonderfully. I will also devote all my true feelings, sing for him until flowers bloom and fall, and undertake a person's eternal life!
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4. The most poetic poem
Weak roses bring low rain, passionate butterflies fly while flowers fly, and running water tastes like milk swallows.
Nanpu soul sells sex no matter, Dongyang clothes reduce mirror prophet, Xiao Lou is on the first day of the month tonight.
Flying flowers have their own feelings and don't live by branches.
Sadly, the morning breeze is getting thinner and thinner, and it is accompanied by flowing water flowing eastward through Qin Lou.
Dispel a temporary resentment and lean on it.
Far fragrance tears wet fragrance, hate jade face flush.
What happened to Dong Jun? The yard is full of flowers and flies.
Yingying speaks in a hurry and flowers are silent, and the jade steps are wet with spring grass.
The spring is chilly, and after the Qingming Festival, the warbler flowers are good. I advise you not to worry about human nature, you have been crushed by the incense wheel.
At night, it was sunny and windy, and no one came to the wall. I can't bear to say goodbye to Wang Sun's sadness. I am still young in spring.
Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River enveloped the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
Facing the breeze, facing the bright moon, climbing mountains and wading, singing freely.
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy.
5. Poetry in life
In life, there is no lack of poetic existence, but a lack of eyes for discovery.
The continuous spring rain silently moistens everything in the world, bringing new vitality to a large area and green vitality to the world. This is the poem "Moistening things silently" in the spring rain; Summer rain pours down, watering the dried-up river and flooding thousands of miles, bringing the vastness of the river "rolling water flowing eastward", which is the poetry of summer rain pouring down; The bleak autumn wind and falling leaves make many poets sing about their hometown. This is the poetry of autumn wind ... Everything in nature contains infinite poetry, and so does life. Listening to the echoes of history and recalling the pictures of history are full of poetry.
Qu Yuan, an incorruptible person, found the poetry of life in the face of career and choice for the people. He chose to care about the sufferings of the people. He spurned the worldly darkness and the filth of officialdom. He created a fresh and refined world for himself and turned it into an eternal swan song on the Guluo River. Li Bai, an outstanding poet in ancient China.
His life is full of hardships and setbacks. He is brilliant and ambitious, but he is suppressed by a dirty society.
However, he is faced with a situation that does not meet his talents. He is not cynical, nor does he blindly escape from the world. Because he discovered the poetry of life, he believed that "since God has given us talent, let it be used!"! , spin a thousand silver, all come back! " .
But gold always shines. Poetic life has created Li Bai's bold and unconstrained personality, and also embodied his fresh and elegant style, leaving the world with a lofty image of a romantic poet.
Choosing right is a kind of poetry of life; Being generous and caring for others is a kind of poetry of life; It is a kind of poetry of life not to be overwhelmed by setbacks and to revive the sails of life; It is a kind of poetry of life to strive to realize self-worth and establish a correct outlook on life and values. Poetry is everywhere. As long as there is life, poetry will not disappear.
Poetic life will bloom with charming brilliance. Let's discover poetry, appreciate poetry, and let the warm current of poetry circulate in every corner of life forever. China has been a country of poetry since ancient times.
At the beginning of the last century, vernacular Chinese rose, and modern poetry deeply influenced by western poetry also appeared. Modern civilization seems to be moving towards "prose culture" and "digitalization" more and more, and even experiencing the so-called "digital existence". Both traditional metrical poems and modern poems are in a very embarrassing situation under the impact of the tide of industry, commerce and informatization. There may be several times of excitement similar to revival, but it has not formed an indispensable force, thus affecting our daily life.
But this embarrassment has not weakened the proper position and irreplaceable significance of poetry in human life. Poetry is always an important carrier to preserve human spiritual heritage, explore people's hearts and predict the future world.
"Poetry is not only an art form, but also an expression of the soul. Poetry contains everything about human beings.
Man's dignity and elegance, man's freedom and frankness, all the virtues and even evils of man burst out through poetry. The era when poetry is drifting away is definitely the era when ideals are drifting away.
However, life is not equal to poetry, and what floats above our life is often something without poetry. Especially after entering the industrial society, we can no longer find "poetic works" in the agricultural society. In the reinforced concrete city, you can't find the picture of the warm neighborhood where the sound of chickens and dogs is heard.
"However, there are endless poetries in daily life, which need us to find and excavate.
6. Poems expressing fishermen's poetic life
Poetic poem (1)
"Spring Thoughts" Tang Libai
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green. Finally, you want to go home,
Now when my heart is about to break. Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?
The Hope of Spring Tang Du Fu
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.
Night Tour in Zuogong Tang Du Fu
The low wall on the left side of the temple blocks the flowers. It is twilight, nightingale and a group of birds are singing. In the palace, thousands of families seem to be flashing, approaching the announcement that there should be more moonlight.
I didn't dare to sleep at night, but I heard the key unlock the door, the night wind whispered, and the voice of missing floated to Grelott. I have a petition to submit in the morning, and I have been asking what time it is all night.
"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The night is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Xiangsitang Wangwei
Red bean shrubs grow in the south. In spring, they sprout many branches. People who miss them hope to collect more. Mix red bean has attracted people's attention.
Poetic Poetry (2)
"Spring Dawn" Tang Meng Haoran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Chun si Tang Huang fu ran
Ying Ge predicted the New Year, and Ma Yilongdui was a thousand miles away. I live next to the Han Palace Garden in Jingshi, and my heart flies to the lake with the bright moon.
Brocade palindromes tell the long hatred of missing, and flowers bloom upstairs to make fun of my being single. Excuse me, when will your coach, General Liu, draw back the stone tablet?
Farewell to Ancient Grass Tang Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. Ah, my friend's prince, it's sad that you left again.
Poetry in Spring Yuxi, Liu Tang
It's a good day to make up the new Red Mansion and have a deep garden. Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta.
Liu Yong Tang He Zhang Zhi
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Poetic Poetry (3)
Song Sushi, Hui Chong Riverside Night Scene.
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
"Dengguazhou" An Shi of Wang Song
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. The spring breeze came to Jiang Nanan again. When will the bright moon shine on me?
In early spring, it was presented to Zhang and other eighteen members of the Ministry of Water Resources, Tang Hanyu.
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Spring in the Jade Building
Dongcheng gradually felt that the scenery was good, and it was wrinkled and welcoming people. Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.
Floating growth hates less pleasure, but is willing to love a daughter and smile. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night.
Tang Du Mu's Poem "Jiangnan Spring"
Thousands of miles of Ti Ying green reflects the great river, and Shuizhaishan fruit wine flags the wind. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.