2. Smile and hug every day and be a warm woman like a sunflower.
3, don't underestimate anyone, the more humble people. Often do something unexpected.
Children without umbrellas must run hard!
We have nothing but youth. Dreams make me different, and struggle makes me change my destiny!
6, you are not brave, no one is strong for you!
7. A confident life is the most beautiful!
8. Learn to be tolerant and have an inclusive love!
9. The stage is as big as the heart.
10. Believe that dreams are the source of value, that vision determines everything in the future, that success is more important than success itself, that there are setbacks in life without failure, and that the quality of life comes from erin brockovich's belief.
1 1. If your heart is not like the sea, how can you have a career like the sea?
12, fate is like a palm print in your hand, no matter how tortuous it is, it is ultimately in your own hands.
13. The real strong man is not the one who cries, but the one who runs with tears.
14, just be the first me, not the second me.
15, conquest of paradise's power can only be realized through hell. Only bloody fingers can play the swan song of the world.
16, poor thinking, poor thinking! There is no mountain higher than man, and there is no road longer than man.
17, there is no rehearsal in life, and it is broadcast live every day.
2. This ancient poem about dreams, 1 1 on April 4th, was teetering.
Lu you
Lying in the middle of the night, I listened to the wind and rain
The scene of a horse in armor galloping on the battlefield of the North River once again entered my dream.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
(Li shangyin. Golden)
Dreams are like spring water, traveling all over my hometown.
Sweet dew in dreams, precious light in words.
When I remember sleeping, my spring dream is full of drowsiness. If it can't be displayed, the Hosta will hang the pillow.
Dreams and sparse clocks, floating clouds.
(Li Qingzhao. Meng Xiao)
Tears are exhausted, and dreams are not realized. Before midnight, the temple sang. (Bai Juyi. Gong Ci)
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
(Su Shi. Jiangchengzi)
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang. (Meng Haoran. Message from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang)
I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
(Li Yu. Langtaosha)
The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes. (Li Yu. Midnight song)
How much hate, in my dream last night. It's like swimming to the garden in the past.
(Li Yu. "Looking at Jiangnan")
So, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream is not a lamp, it will burn. (Ouyang Xiu. "YuLouChun. I don't know the distance after your parting ")
Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
(Meng Haoran. Summer is thinking about Xin in Nange)
indulge in wishful thinking
Don du fu
In February, I was sleepy and didn't sleep alone at night.
Peach blossoms are warm and drunk, and Chun Zhu's sunset dreams are connected.
At the bottom of the thorns in the hometown gate lane, the central plains monarch and minister are beside the tiger.
Fight when the land is settled, and no officials will ask for money everywhere.
Guimeng
Don du fu
The roads are congested and the mountains and rivers are lonely.
The only old man who dragged out an ignoble existence has rebelled for three dynasties.
The rain is urgent and the green maple is dusk, and the clouds are deep and the black water is far away.
If you don't get your dream back, you don't have to talk about it.
Li Bai's two dream poems
Don du fu
When death is the reason for parting, people will cry, but life leaves again and again.
You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river.
Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you.
I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way.
The soul comes to the maple leaf, and you disappear into a vague castle.
However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? .
I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air.
There is water to cross, they are wild and toss, and no one makes horned dragons.
Clouds are floating in the sky, but old friends have gone for a long time.
I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me.
The difference is that you always look in a hurry and always talk about how easy it is to meet.
There are many dangerous waves on the rivers and lakes, and I am worried that your ship will capsize and sink.
When he went out, he scratched his head with white hair and regretted that he had failed his life.
Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard.
Who can say that the principle of justice is not Qiren in old age, but innocent bondage?
Even if there is a good name handed down from generation to generation, it is difficult to make up for the sad loss.
On August 30th, the next year, Paulie, I dreamed about it day and night.
Tang Bai Juyi
Dust tassel suddenly relieved sincerity, overjoyed, the world network will come back is unknown.
Don't forget the whole Mu Jong in your dream, walking in the mud rain in Lingnan.
Da yi shan Meng
Tang Bai Juyi
I dreamed of going to Wan Li Road, and I followed you for two years.
Don't forget to sit in front of the bamboo bushes in the backyard.
No straight, sleepwalking in Xianyou Temple.
Tang Bai Juyi
Xi Cao Xuan Zhao Xia, pine and bamboo deep silence.
When the breeze comes out of the moon, it suddenly looks like evening in the mountains.
Because it has become a southwest dream, the dream is a fairy journey.
I feel the palace leak like a drop of mountain spring.
Mengjiu
Tang Bai Juyi
Don't come to the boss for monasticism, it will turn to ashes.
I've been thinking about this problem all my life. Why did I dream last night?
3. Poems with dreams as words: Poems with dreams as words are as follows:
1. "Jiang Yi Meng on the 20th of the first month"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
2. "Linjiang Fairy, Lock the Tower after Dream"
Song: Yan
After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking. When hatred came last spring. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
3. Li Bai's Two Dreams (Part Two)
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Clouds are floating in the sky, but old friends have gone for a long time.
I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me.
The difference is that you always look in a hurry and always talk about how easy it is to meet.
There are many dangerous waves on the rivers and lakes, and I am worried that your ship will capsize and sink.
When he went out, he scratched his head with white hair and regretted that he had failed his life.
Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard.
Who can say that the principle of justice is not Qiren in old age, but innocent bondage?
Even if there is a good name handed down from generation to generation, it is difficult to make up for the sad loss.
4. Dream Micro
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.
Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.
Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?
5. Dream of Jiangnan Orchid
Tang Dynasty: Huang Fusong
Blue embers fall, and the screen is dark red bananas. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, whistling in the night boat and rustling in the rain. At the People's Postal Bridge.
6. "butterfly lovers, dreaming of entering the smoke channel in the south of the Yangtze River"
Song: Yan
Dream of entering the smoky waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling in the south of the Yangtze River, and never meeting the people who left. I have nothing to say when I sleep, but I feel disappointed and dumbfounded.
If you want to make good use of this love letter, you will find that there is no evidence in the end. However, relying on the slow string songs, I broke my heart and Qin Zhenglie.
7. "Visit the palace at night, remember your dreams and send your soul"
Song dynasty: Lu you
The snow is clear and messy. Sleepwalking, I don't know where I am. An iron horse has no power like water. Xiangguan River, Yanmen West, Qinghai International.
Sleep in the cold light. Sound leakage, moon-slanting window paper. I promised to seal Hou in Wan Li. Who knows, although the sideburns are broken, the heart is not dead.
8. "Partridge Sky and Yuanxi Dream"
Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui
The water flows eastward and never stops. Early know this day is sad, there should be no original lovesickness. The meeting in the dream is always unclear, and we can't catch up to see a clearer portrait, and this kind of wet dream is often helpless and will be startled by the sound of the mountain bird.
The grass doesn't grow green in spring, and my sideburns have turned silver, aging too fast. We leave for too long, and slowly all the pain will be forgotten by time. I don't know who made me miss that evening, that happy reunion night. Only you and I can understand this feeling.
4. There are classical poems describing "dreams": Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the moon and thinking about a distance": the moon is full now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Li Bai dreams of climbing Mount Tianmu: My heart and dream are in Wu and the moon, and I cross the Jinghu Lake on a moonlit night.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe. Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.
I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder. Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
Countless peaks and more valleys, there is no road, flowers tempt me, and rocks relax me. The day suddenly ended. Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog. God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling.
Cave stone gate, drain in tiankeng. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one. With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow. My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
Du Fu's Moonlit Night: In Fuzhou, far away, she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
The fragrant mist wets the temples, and the jade shoulders are cold. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow: flies fly on the throne, and he meditates in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.
And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *. The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.
There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration. People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere. Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.
Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world. There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.
And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers. Jin Que knocked on the jade fan in the west wing and asked a young girl named Baoyu, telling her both.
This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy. She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.
Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony. A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat.
Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers. But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.
Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan. But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.
So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger. However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.
"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together. She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.
On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. Bai Juyi's Pipa Journey: Until her brother went to war, then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty faded.
Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Su Shi's dream: there is something in the circle, so there is no round space to enter the well. If you don't believe in the true shape of heaven, you should be poor first.
The chain has been solved wonderfully, and no amount of tricks will help. The kotow asked my father-in-law to smile. Who is the obstacle to passing?
Text: According to rough statistics, Wen wrote more than 30 poems about dreams, Li Yu wrote 13, Yan wrote more than 40, and Su Shi wrote as many as 55. Other poets such as Li Qingzhao, Xin Qiji, Jiang Kui and Wu Wenying also wrote poems about dreams. Yan's "Partridge Sky": The colorful sleeves hold the jade clock diligently, but they are drunk for those years.
We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night. Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times.
Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream. Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy": thin clouds are smart, flying stars spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese are dark.
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, reluctant to go home? As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi's Dream on the 20th day of the first month" is unforgettable if you don't think about it for ten years. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
This poem is the first mourning poem in literary history. The writing time of this word is February 20th.
At that time, Su Shi knew Mizhou, was dissatisfied with its immigrants, and was quite depressed. He lives in Michigan thousands of miles away from home. In this case, it is even more sad for him to mourn his dead wife.
This poem expresses the author's deep memory of his dead wife. Writing mourning in words is Su Shi's initiative.
This eulogy uses various artistic techniques, such as frustration, combination of reality and fiction, narrative sketches and so on, to express deep and persistent nostalgia for his dead wife. Su Shi's wife, Wang Fu, died in the capital Bianliang in the second year of Yingzong Zhiping (1065) and was buried in her hometown in Sichuan the following year.
It's been ten years now. While mourning the death of his wife, the author also euphemistically expressed his lament over the bumpy career and ill-fated fate in the past decade.
The whole word is divided into three layers with dreams as clues. In the last film, I wrote my thoughts before dreaming, showing my deep affection for my dead wife.
The sentence "even if" contains the sadness of frustrated official career. The first five sentences of the next movie are about meeting in a dream.
Express the affection between husband and wife with small details of life. Xiao Xuan Window Dressing is like a close-up of the head, which implicitly shows the beauty and affection of his dead wife.
The emotional capacity of "caring for each other without words, only a thousand tears" is very large. The language of the whole poem is simple and natural, with deep feelings and sad artistic conception.
Wu Wenying Night Tour Palace: People go to the West Building to bid farewell to their dreams and sleep in Yangzhou. Clouds are thin and stars are thin.
Listening and understanding, building a river bridge, unfinished business. It's raining early outside. How much frost is it on the fine weave? Said the little girl didn't know.
How many people are old when they go to Chang 'an and Qiudeng? Lu you visited the palace at night, remembering the dream and sending the soul to Bo: The snow is clear and chaotic, sleepwalking, I don't know where? An iron horse has no power like water. Xiangguan River, Yanmen West, Qinghai International.
Sleeping in a cold lamp, the sound leaks from the moon. I promised to be in Wan Li.
Who knows? Although the temple is broken, the heart is not dead. Zhou Bangyan's Night Palace: The sunset shines on the water under the leaves, and the waves are light and heavy.
The sour wind on the bridge hits the eyes. Standing for a long time, watching the dusk and lighting up the city.
At the bottom of the cold window of the ancient house, listen to a few pieces, and the well is flying. Don't fall in love with single.
Who knows? For Xiao Niang, a book is a piece of paper. Jiang Kui's introduction to Jiang Mei: (In winter in Chen Bing, I want to stay in Liangxi, but I can't, because I dreamed of it. )
It is easy to leave this world for a long time. See plum branches.
I suddenly miss you a few small windows that dreamers carry with them.
I have nowhere to find in my dream tonight, wandering around. Cold current invasion unknown.
Wet red hates ink shallow printing. Bao Zheng is empty, and geese fly by.
It's empty to go shopping in the street.