Parallelism of ancient poems

Happiness is a good wish of "I hope people will live for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful"; Happiness is an unexpected surprise of "looking for him in a dream for thousands of Baidu, suddenly looking back, but that person is in the dim light"; Happiness is the calmness of "sometimes in dreams, but not always in dreams": happiness is the great ideal of "there are thousands of spacious buildings in Qian Qian, and all the poor in the world are happy"; Happiness is the expectation that one day I will climb the wind and break the waves. Happiness is the expectation that people will languish for Iraq and their clothes will become wider and wider without regret. Happiness is the romance of "holding your hand and growing old with your son"

Romance is that we hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow together on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, not as affectionate as Wang Lun.

Gong Jiali has 3,000 stubborn people, but his preference for 3,000 stubborn people is concentrated on one person, that is, his confidence in and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.

Happiness is the yearning for "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then looking down, I suddenly remembered home". Happiness is looking for "Excuse me, where is the restaurant? Children refer to Xinghua Village".

Happiness is a good wish of "I hope people will live for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful"; Happiness is an unexpected surprise of "looking for him in a dream for thousands of Baidu, suddenly looking back, but that person is in the dim light"; Happiness is the calmness of "sometimes in dreams, but never forced": happiness is the great ideal of "owning a large building and sheltering all the poor people in the world"; Happiness is a kind of confidence. I believe that one day I will ride the wind and waves, raise the sails with dark clouds and cross the deep sea. ...

The blessing is "until I raise my cup, I ask the bright moon, bring my shadow to me, and let us become three people"

Happiness is a pursuit, but when you walk 300 miles and go up a flight of stairs, you broaden your horizons.

Happiness is the calmness of "the shadow is shallow, the fragrance floats on the moon and dusk"

Happiness is the clarity of "the rain in the sky moistens like crisp, and the grass nearby has nothing"

Happiness is "the moon is at the willow tip, and people meet after dusk."

Happiness is the contribution of "spring silkworms keep spinning until they die, and candles are crying dry every night"