Poems about praising others 1. Poems praising others
1, the beauty smiled and pointed out that the red chamber is my home.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai's "Give Beauty to Strangers"
Original poem
Give beauty to strangers.
The steed steps proudly on the fallen flowers, and the whip goes straight to the five-cloud car.
The beauty smiled and pointed out that the Red Chamber was my aunt's house.
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I rode a tall and strong horse on the fallen petal, and my whip deliberately passed by the gorgeous coachman. The beautiful woman in the car smiled and lifted the bead curtain, pointing to the red building in front and saying that it was my home.
2. Shi Menghan, the fragrant steamed bun is half heavy.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Li He's Song of Combing Beauty.
Original poem
The song of beauty who combs her hair
Shi Menghan, incense into a bun, sandalwood half heavy.
The windlass croaked and sang jade, scaring Lotus to sleep on her new feet.
Shuangluan River opened the mirror with autumn water light to solve the problem of standing in the mirror.
A string of fragrant silk scattered on the ground, and the jade hairpin fell silently.
However, the hand is crow-colored and the jade is slippery.
Spring breeze is full of troubles and carelessness, and it has no power in eighteen years.
The makeup is not oblique, and the clouds step on the goose sand several times.
Without saying anything, where to go? Low-grade self-folding cherry blossoms.
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A beauty like this, Shi is still dreaming at dawn. In the cold gauze curtain, the fragrant ring bun is half covered with a heavy sandalwood pillow, fluffy. The gurgling of pulleys from outside woke up a hibiscus beauty from a deep sleep. Open the double Luan mirror cover, Kagami Akira, such as autumn water, stood on the ivory bed, untied the bun and looked at the mirror. A long fragrant silk has been scattered on the ground like a dark cloud, and the jade grate silently combs the slender and soft hair.
The tender hand pushes the black hair plate, which is so green that even Baochai can't insert it. The bright spring breeze makes her soft and lazy. 18-year-old beauty has a high bun, as if she can't win. The combed bun is beautiful and neat, and the footsteps move gently in gorgeous clothes. Where would she go without saying a word behind her back? Go down the steps and put the cherry on your head.
3, the waiter is drunk and weak, laughing at the east window white jade bed.
From the slogan "The beauty of the prince of Wu is half drunk" written by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
Original poem
Slogan prince beauty half drunk
The lotus flowers in the water hall are fragrant, and the king of Wu is feasted on the stage of Gusu.
The stone is drunk and weak, leaning against the white jade bed in the east window and laughing.
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The breeze blows the lotus, bringing the fragrance of the temple, and Prince Wu Can appears on the Gusu platform. A beautiful woman, drunk, dancing, soft and weak, smiled and leaned against the white jade bed under the east window.
4. The skirt drags six pictures of Xiangjiang River water, and the temple is covered with clouds.
From the Song Dynasty poet Li Qunyu's "Prime Minister Du gave a banquet to give beauty"
Original poem
The skirt dragged six pictures of Xiangjiang River water, and the temples shrugged Wushan a cloud.
Style should only exist in the sky, and singing is not suitable for the world.
Peach blossom wine's eyes were half drunk because of the snow lamp slanting on his chest.
If you don't care about each other, it's easy to see Wen Jun.
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You see that singer's smooth skirt is like dragging six beautiful Xiangjiang rivers, and her towering bun is like a cloud of Wushan smoke. Her graceful charm should only appear in the sky, and her beautiful singing will not be heard on earth. The snow muscles on her chest are particularly charming under the oblique view of Deng Hua, and her eyes are even more charming when she is half drunk. I think, if he doesn't love Wen Jun as a literary genius, he will see his elegant demeanour so easily.
5, shallow and hyperbolic, a few inches soft, unbearable and more annoying.
From the Qing Dynasty poet Nalan Xingde's "Breaking the Beauty of Qingming"
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The beauty of Tasha is clear.
It's late to pick jade, spring is near, and the incense is small, adjacent to Ji Xun. The cherry blossoms are very clear, what's wrong with the green flowers? Shallow and hyperbolic, a few inches soft-hearted, unbearable, more annoying. When I peeped out of the window, I dreamed of a wandering warbler, and I felt haggard and miserable.
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When I returned from the Spring Festival Evening, the day of outing approached, and I received a letter from the woman next door: Cherry blossoms are falling, and it's Tomb-Sweeping Day again, so why not dress up and go out! A pair of pale eyebrows curved, a pair of soft hearts a few inches, dare not provoke the hatred of the passing of youth. Yingying morning light flashed through the window, as if I had spied my dream, and the gentle voice seemed to say, this man is so haggard and pitiful.
2. What are the ancient poems that praise others?
The house in the middle of Shu is also the temple of the Prime Minister, near Silk City, with deep forests of pine and cypress, green grass in front of the steps, and birds singing under the leaves. The third call is to put state affairs first and treat two generations with pure heart. If you fail to conquer, you will die first, and the hero will shed tears on his skirt. After all, I am pregnant with the breeze of Li Bai and Du Fu. What does a gentleman want? The wild goose didn't answer me, the rivers and lakes were full of rain, and the poet should beware of prosperity. However, the demon could pester the wanderer and throw the poem to him. He threw himself into the river there and sent a message to Meng Haoran, Li Bai and his master. I sincerely salute you, and your reputation rose to the sky. The beauty abandons the porch crown, and the bald head lies in the pine clouds. When the moon is drunk, flowers are not kings. Enjoy the mountain, this is a poem praising Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty: one of the "five emotions", General Du Fu Meng Enze, a soldier.
3. What are the poems that praise people?
1, the peach flew away and burned its luster.
The girl is going to get married and be happy at her husband's house. -The Book of Songs Yao Tao 2. Qin has a good daughter who calls herself Luo Fu.
Luo Fu likes raising silkworms and picking mulberry in the south corner of the city. Moss is a cage system and cassia twig is a cage hook.
There is a bun on the head and a bright moon in the ear. Qi is the lower skirt and Qi is the upper skirt.
When Monkey saw Luo Fu, he stood erect and bearded ... The tiller forgot his plow, and the hoe forgot his hoe. -Shang Mo Sang by Han Yuefu 3. Clouds want beautiful clothes and flowers, and spring breeze blows the threshold to dazzle.
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon. A red dew fragrance, sex in vain heartbroken. Who does Han Palace look like? The poor swallow leans against her new makeup.
-Li Bai's "Qingpingdiao" 4. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. 5, the eyebrows are cold to thousands of people, and the head is willing to be a Confucian cow.
6, the crane hair silver silk reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood to open new flowers. 7. Worry about the world first, and enjoy it later.
8. I have paid a lot of blood and sweat, not seeking fame and history. 9. In spring, silkworms weave until they die, candles turn to ashes, and tears begin to dry up.
10, soft, skin coagulation. Collars are like salamanders, and teeth are like rhinoceroses.
A cicada's head flies with a moth eyebrow. Smile and expect.
-"The Book of Songs Shuo Ren" 1 1, spring silk is not old, and autumn candle tears are thicker. Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits.
12, three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums; Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns. 13, once a teacher, always a father.
14, four degrees of spring breeze, several autumn rains washed away the gap. Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.
15, the grass by the green river, the willow in the gloomy garden. Yingying is a girl upstairs, with bright windows, red makeup and delicate hands.
-Nineteen ancient poems "Grass on the Green Edge".
4. Praise other people's poems
A poem praising people's qualities. This song should only exist in the sky. How many times can the world listen to Du Fu's The Gift of Flowers > Where does the gentleman in the flower come from? Tingting is tall and straight, graceful, charming, warm and fragrant. The leaves are endless. Even if it is cool, it will cover the hot summer. Why do you avoid the cold winter? Since you don't want to be contaminated with fine dust, why stand in the mud > flowers on the ground compete for fragrance, clear water pools pan, silent fragrance, and don't compete with peaches and plums. Spring wind and July fire send coolness > bleak autumn wind, flowers and dead leaves, swaying with the waves, temporarily thanking the lead flower health machine for a spring rain, and the pond is full > Under the diversion of the clear pond, the lotus root spring breeze brings dew until the flowers bloom like a full moon. The most memorable scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is at the foot of Luojia Mountain, and Lian Bi Er Na is like a fairy wind sending incense far away (1). The nail of the East China Sea has been changed to a cool stem on the whale shore, and the peaches and plums are silent. The next step is to make it yourself.
2. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, candles will turn to dust, and tears will start to dry up.
4. Add China hair to the hair and laugh at the podium. 5. I have paid a lot of blood and sweat, and I don't want to be famous.
6. Bow your head and be a Confucian cow. 7. Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen and three thousand peaches and plums; Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns.
8. Four degrees of spring breeze and several times of autumn rain washed away the gap. Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.
9. Spring silk is not old, and autumn candle tears are thicker. Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits.
10. The silver thread of the crane hair reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood.
5. Praise people's poems
Poetry 1: praise people as pure as jade, as pure as love, as beautiful as flowers and the moon.
All kinds of customs are playing flutes, which look like stones and smile like Zhao. Poem 2: jade bone, the beauty of ice muscle, haunting dreams, still frowning at her brow.
Red makeup lightly smears flowers, and clouds are like waterfalls. Fingers as soft as blue, singing the song of Twilight River.
Solitude and self-admiration, looking at each other like water, smiling. Poetry 3: Beauty sings birds on the branches, and the fallen flowers are like spring rain, full of fragrance. Jade fingers are swaying clear water and skirts in the wind, smiling. The world of mortals is more picturesque and smiling like a flower. Look at him, but seek beauty in your arms, cross the Millennium Bridge and envy others. Am I happy? Poetry 4: Yan Meiren bathes in night lights, and a big red candle flutters brilliantly. Yan's flower bath petals overlap, filled with intoxicating fragrance. The waiter stood on both sides of the bath with silver plates, her eyes blurred. A drop of sweat fell on her forehead, and the red gauze on her shoulder showed her white arm. Her soft wrist is tilted like a jade tube, and her chest is undulating under transpiration. That red face. The fragrance in Pang's pores and white jade foot slowly entered the center of the bath, soft hands rubbed gently on the shoulders, black long hair was wet on the jade breast in the chest, holding a wisp of pool water and patting her face, putting down her posture and lying on her back in the middle of the water. Her turn aroused a wave of flowers to break through the petals by the pool and suck into Zui Xiang, youthful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful and bathing. It is difficult to describe how she dressed in a strange dress and looked at a bronze mirror. She is happy for her beautiful face, but also sad for her inexplicable emotions. It's hard to die. The difficulty lies in the present poem 5: the years of beauty make people sad, and the thin makeup is applied to the young age.
The lips are slightly fragrant and elegant, and the stars are far and wide. Poetry 6: Beauty welcomes the spring without snow, and plum blossoms are heavier; The feelings of Jiangnan and Jiangbei are covered with frost marks.
When the moon is full of glitz and cold, where does time go? Hum a love song, come and go duckweed shadow; Thousands of times, I am worried that I will pay the price for the reincarnation of Xiao He; What is the guess of love? Dangerous buildings sigh and sing. Phantom Tingting is charming, fireflies flow layer by layer, winter is lonely everywhere, glaze color is heavy and sad.
Shame comes after drinking, shame after drinking Tender and gentle, wrinkled and rippling, it's still raining in my dream. Sadness is hard to say, people are behind, and the sun is dim. I'm not worried about anyone. I climbed a tall building. Looking through the water under the moon, enduring the cold night, life is like autumn. This time, I dreamed again.
The past is like smoke, all kinds of entanglements. This statement is unsustainable and full of loopholes. I can't bear to leave because of the curtains. How can you miss each other? Flowers are long, beauty has an appointment, and she can't sleep. Why aren't you drunk now? It is snowing all over the city. For who? The sound of dust is like a dream, and the sound of geese is broken. Who will cry? The most helpless, died in this life, who knows? Tears flow a thousand times, which makes me more sad. It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, and spring comes late, and there are always many worries. With the river, I miss you and become crazy.
Poetry 7: It's hard for a beauty to sing that Wu Gong forbids national subjugation and hatred, and your beauty is not as good as Fan Lang. As soon as the lead flower is washed, the mandarin duck brocade is on the Huansha River.
Burning incense, Yue Bai sighed alone, laughing but duckweed. The bonfire fights for men's affairs and teaches beauty to take responsibility.
Hu Guyan sang, and the pipa burst into tears. The old friend is far away in Xiyangguan, and Hanwang lovesickness also supports him.
At the end of the sword gate, there was smoke everywhere, and Ma Wei was robbed by a beautiful woman. Dominate the world? It's hard to save a beautiful woman's life! Poetry 8: Beauty Shanshan Beauty Shanshan looks back in the misty rain of Tangshan and falls in love with your gentleness. Zilan vaguely depicts your delicate voice in the breeze, and you can't get rid of your love for the shore. Before "Jiangnan III" can't be taken away, you are a national wind. A thousand years later, you are the romantic song of wheatgrass, and the years are the most harmonious. How many times did you miss it before we met? I still have a glass of moonlight, to drink to the old people in the town. Quietly, because some beautiful things have been praised loudly by time, I am just an imitator. In the golden age of darkness, I imitated crying and laughing. In the days when I read The West Chamber, there was a kind of beauty that stopped the noise and made him indifferent. You are frank and free, and slowly build your own castle in the voice of doubt and praise.
6. Compliments
1. At the foot of Luojiashan, on the coast of the East China Sea, peaches and plums go their separate ways.
2. Falling red is not heartless. Turning into spring mud will protect flowers. In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, candles will turn to dust, and tears will start to dry up.
4. Add China hair to the hair and laugh at the podium. 5. I have paid a lot of blood and sweat, and I don't want to be famous.
6. Bow your head and be a Confucian cow. 7. Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen and three thousand peaches and plums; Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns.
8. Four degrees of spring breeze and several times of autumn rain washed away the gap. Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words.
9. Spring silk is not old, and autumn candle tears are thicker. Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits.
10. The silver thread of the crane hair reflects the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood. 1 1.
12. All the words were given by my teacher. Gift: ★★★★ Praise the teacher Poem 2: ★★★★ I love my teacher like a red candle, which lights the torch in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★★-Teacher, hard work-lead us into the spacious classroom and teach us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily.
The autumn season is fruitful. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher! Dedicate youth to nothingness. We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! I can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are also trying to suck the drizzle and grow.
Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have a bumper harvest. Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me; Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life; Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life; Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 4: ★★★★ The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats.
Today's teacher's holiday is coming again. Teachers have worked hard for our growth.
We will never forget the teacher's love for us. Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.
People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world. Teachers are the noblest career in the world.
The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine. The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life.
Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century. The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain.
The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge. Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.
The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.
The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young.
When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.
Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world. The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.
Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation. Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good. ★★★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 5: ★★★★★★★ You give a flower, I give a flower, let's make a big wreath and give it to my dear teacher and mother.
It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings joy to everyone.
Wherever we go, always remember your feelings; No matter where we go. Always remember your words.
Wherever we go, always remember your love; Wherever we go, it will be a flower of yours. Praise the teacher's poem 6: September, as scheduled.
Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival.
We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast.
The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front. I remember your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. Because of you, the world is so civilized. You are a bright light to find your tutor for the lost children. You are an angel. Praise the teacher. Psalm 8: Praise the teacher for getting gold from life for others. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the morning sun. Your money is yours.