1. Ancient poems about sin

"Liang Jiao Sacrifice Movement? Celebrating the Holidays" by Zhang Gun

The seventy-year-old sin has been surrendered, and the teacher can overcome it in the sixth month.

"Qin Music and Lyrics? Crying at Night" by Zhang Ji

If an official is offended and imprisoned, he will redeem himself by selling off his family and property.

"Crying in the Night" by Zhang Ji

If an official is offended and imprisoned, he will redeem himself by selling his family and property.

"Liu Yelang accepted his kindness and returned it halfway, and expressed his joy in the beautiful book of Ke Fu" Li Bai

How can you blame Heaven for offending, and use your foolishness to trap the net.

"Send Xue Shilang to be demoted to Xiazhou Sima" by Guan Xiu

The offending was only a shock but the kindness was not repaid, and the mountains and rivers of Yiling were called leisurely travels.

"Visit to Prime Minister Zhang in Xiuzhou" Guanxiu

Zhang Liang's chopsticks were temporarily released when he left the army, but he was offended by Fan Li's boat.

"Being Bombed" Shen Quanqi

How can you follow the national constitution and be scolded when you are innocent?

"Wine Virtue" Meng Jiao

The sinner is exempted from guilt by drinking wine, this can be a motto.

"Jing Jia Dao's Former Residence" Qi Ji

Earth's Ning sells ambition, while Heaven's forbearance destroys talent.

"Reading the Collection of Jia Dao" by Qi Ji

Li Qin Kong was offended, and he entered Shu but listened to the ape. 2. Poems related to sin

These are all poems 1. "Confession" A dark cloud in my chest gradually dissipated, but I couldn't accurately describe the direction of my mood. I whispered to the wind and told the lonely shadow not to crush the spring grapes. The cracked sugar drips in the scars of hard struggle. The spring poems are cut in the heart. The poems have turned into manuscripts. The new green hands hold the blue pleated collection to confess to the invisible power in the body. The silver coins falling on the clothes in the moonlight are used to cultivate the pen and ink to cultivate the beautiful chapter 2. "The Confessor" Like you, I am confessing. The murmuring voice passes through the silent corridor. Dear God who lives in my chest, I am still cold and trembling under the most poisonous sun in summer. I am restless like a small insect eating leaves. They keep laying eggs, growing up, and they make noisy sounds when they lay eggs, which is higher than the silence. I will meditate alone on an isolated island and light the incense in the depths of the ocean. When I find a warm embrace among the crowd, dear God, I still can’t forget it. The tide of passing time and repentance will fill my beach at midnight. Every soul in this world is closely related to me and all living creatures breathing the air given by God.

Every repenting soul finds peace in the dawn of a cockcrow. Doubters and scoffers lower their heads in repentance. 3. "Confession" (Poetry) Text/Moonlight. Qing Cang's past is like the wind. Disappeared without a trace, the relief at waking moment is my confession to you, the black dream is full of dust, tears fall several times, the face of love and hate is repeated, her heart is wiped out in a trance, the flower bees collect honey, and the stamens in the heart are gone and never come back. Withering, the cruelest punishment, completely destroying myself. I stand on a high hill filled with cold wind. I am bowing my head. I am moving forward. I am crying. I want to find my love in confusion. What kind of tomorrow can I follow? The past is broken. The vicissitudes of life are still there. There is no way to return. Repentance makes me lonely and unable to sleep. I hide my perfect memory deeply and leave your world like air. 4. "I am guilty" I admit that it is my crime. I have made you so sad.

I am guilty and sincerely repent. There has been a painful reincarnation.

Your true love for me is as deep as the ocean. Exhausted, tolerant and caring.

But I left without repentance.

5. I'm guilty/渟文 I once wrote random lines of poetry under the dim light. Every word was crying. I once held her hand in the crowded crowd, but was chased by the wind and dust. I once was in silence. I tried my best to scream with my life in the night. There were countless souls around me. I disrupted the normal life of human beings. I changed the course of the starry sky. I added an extra gas in the air. I caused pain to the disappointed and paralyzed the satirical. I am guilty and waiting for the court. For my sentencing, I got used to the beautiful environment of the cell, decorated with spiritual creatures and fragrance, and fell in love with the stage of stars at night and the silence here. Every time I heard the heavy footsteps and the familiar sound of metal collision, it was the judge who wanted to ask a question. I'm guilty." Countless pairs of tongueless fingers reach for it. It comes every day and takes something away each time. A whole person is torn open. The parts are happily separated. I wait for the judge to smash the torn holy book in my face. "No, I won't leave" I put shackles on myself. She is invisible but real. This scene is repeated in a certain historical fragment that belongs to me. In a cell without a door, I sit in a corner with a window and watch the scene calmly. A baby bird flies in the wind 6. [Poetry] I am guilty, yes, I think I am guilty. I refuse to live a good life and let myself become a wandering neurotic woman. A walking woman loses. The decay of the face is coming one after another. Old or dark, with a heart. The house is called home. The unintentional house is called a nest. Yes, I think I am guilty. Home or nest has become a thorn in the throat. That overnight fire is extinguishing in time. The cold North Star emerges in my hometown, red and white. In the mountains, I slept on a wire rope in the middle of the night. 7. I am guilty --- for my son who is addicted to the Internet. I am guilty of raising you for seventeen years. I am guilty of the stupidity of having washed your clothes but not drying them in time. I am guilty of negligence, of negligence, of buying you a computer to connect to the Internet but forbidding you to play games past midnight, and of tyranny... Therefore, you are so angry that you are so angry that you eat the rice we cooked and remain silent. You were so angry that you wore the clothes we washed and were absent-minded. You didn’t want to answer me. Two words on the dull face: I hate it. The phone rang. It was someone else’s temptation. The air conditioner was on. The cold wind blew and you were angry with me. I am at a loss. Is it possible that the development of human society to this day has changed the mentality of these children and teenagers? The values ????we adhere to throughout our lives are worthless in your eyes. Right and wrong, love and hate, beauty and ugliness, truth and falsehood, evil and goodness are in your heart. It’s not as good as the vague hoarseness of a commercial singer or the chatting with strangers on the virtual network. Our seventeen years of hard work raising you can’t stop the soft call of a “girl” with a butterfly tattooed on her arm whom you met online! I am guilty, I am really guilty. I am guilty of giving you more than enough food and clothing, causing you to lose your sense of sweetness and happiness. I am guilty of doing everything for you, causing you to lose your ability to study, live and work. I am guilty of doting! Therefore, I decided to acquit myself. 2006.9. 7. In the face of poetry, I am guilty - Anzi. I have 10 coats to put in front of poetry and God. I am arrogant, angry, young, with a tender lower body, passionate, filial, nymphomaniac, and easy to cry. , good dreams, good illness, a hundred years later, I will undergo a trial. I still have a pair of tight-fitting underwear, inside which grows a large black forest full of toxins. I also have a pair of shoes. The shoes that I wear in my dreams. In the shoes, I have raised a group of crazy people. My father is me. In my dream, I found some people who had a grudge against poetry. They were all poets. I walked into their courtyards and walked into their poetry workshops. I couldn’t find anyone who corresponded to them. Their household items were as shabby as mine and scattered everywhere. One or ten masks hung dirty in the wind. I took off one and put it on my head. I really saw that the gods were like spring all year round. They watched me with a straight face as they finished these sinful deeds. There was not a drop on my cheek. A drop of darkness dripped down, but it fell to the ground as a patch of bright red blood. I cried, cried sadly. I strangled my soul desperately to prevent myself from crying, and let the tears and crying turn into fireworks and burn me. But there is no confession 2010.5.5 morning 8, the poem of Western Quick Gun: I am guilty, I reflect on those who advise prostitutes to become good, either they are really stupid or they are pretending to be stupid. Real stupidity is written on the face of the red face. There is a five-pointed star printed on the face. I can't help but want to ask. One sentence. 3. Similar idioms as "you deserve it"

Synonyms of "you deserve it" include:

You ask for trouble, you reap the consequences, you take the blame, you deserve it, you deserve death.

1. Ask for trouble [ zì tǎo kǔ chī ]: ask for trouble. You are looking for trouble.

2. Eat the consequences [zì shí qí guǒ]: refers to oneself doing bad things and being harmed or punished.

3. The blame comes from oneself [jiù yóu zì qǔ]: blame: disaster. Disasters or sins are brought upon oneself. Refers to self-inflicted pain.

4. Blame deserves it [jiù yǒu yīng dé]: Sins and disasters are completely deserved.

5. The crime deserves ten thousand deaths [zuì gāi wàn sǐ]: You die: ten thousand times of death. Describes great sin. 4. Famous quotes or poems about "destruction" by those sinners in ancient times

Sima Qian's "Historical Records: Chen She Family": Chen Sheng and Wu Guang led the army together in Daze Township: "A strong man will not die until he dies, and he will be famous if he dies." , Does the prince and general Xiang Ning have any kind of knowledge? Sima Qian's "Historical Records: The Benji of Xiang Yu" Xiang Yu: Let all the kings know that heaven will destroy me, and it is not a crime of war.

An ancient poem from Han Dynasty Yuefu "A Journey to the East Gate" goes out of the east gate without thinking about returning. When I come to the door, I feel sad.

There is no bucket of rice stored in the ounce, and there is no hanging clothes on the shelf. Drawing the sword and going to the east gate, the children and mother in the house held their clothes and cried: "His family hopes to be rich and noble, and they will be humble and have sex with you."

I use Canglang Tianzhu above, but I should use this yellow mouth below. Son. This is not the case! "Oh! It's too late for me to go!"

"Dongmen Xing" belongs to "Xiang Hege·Se Diaoqu". , unwilling to endure the cruel oppression of the government any longer, he was forced to take risks. Through the description of the protagonist's specific actions and inner conflicts and struggles, especially two touching dialogues, this poem makes the characters' images vivid and vivid on the page.

Tao Yuanming wrote about Xingtian in "Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas": Jingwei holding a tiny tree will fill the sea; Xingtian dances with his relatives, and his strong will will always be there! Huang Chao's "Inscription on Chrysanthemums" The whistling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, the pistils are cold and fragrant, and butterflies are hard to come by. If I were the Qing Emperor in his future years, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.

Huang Chao's "Ode to Chrysanthemums in the Empress of Bu Di" When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. The incense formation soaring to the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor.

Chapter 39 of "Water Margin" in Xunyang Tower, Song Jiang recited an anti-poetry, Liangshan Bo Dai Zongchuan fake letter, Song Jiang was alone in the lantern drinking, unconsciously intoxicated, thinking: "I was born in Shandong, grew up in In Yuncheng, I was born as a scholar and met many heroes. Although I have gained a false reputation, I am now over thirty years old. I have neither achieved fame nor achieved success. Instead, I have been tattooed on my cheeks and am worthy of being here in my hometown. Father and brother, how can we meet each other?" I burst into tears and felt sad.

After writing the poem "Moon over Xijiang", he borrowed a pen and inkstone, and while he was drunk, he went to the white wall and wrote: "I have been attacking classics and history since I was a child, and I have become powerful when I grow up." Just like a tiger lying on a deserted hill, its minions are lurking to endure.

Unfortunately, tattoos on both cheeks are worthy of being in Jiangzhou. If he could avenge his grievances in his youth, the mouth of Xunyang River would be stained with blood! After writing, Song Jiang laughed with joy, drank a few more glasses of wine, and unconsciously picked up the pen again, and wrote four more poems: His heart is in Shandong, he is in Wu, and the rivers and seas are fluttering.

He dares to laugh at Huang Chao for not being a husband! Song Jiang in Yuncheng wrote "The Great Sacred Song" by Yan Su (writing the Sun Wukong in Wu Chengen's "Journey to the West") Ha.

. Soaring in the clouds, riding in the fog, chasing the wind and lightning, one somersault, one hundred and eight thousand blazing eyes, golden eyes, bronze heads, iron shoulders, majestic, majestic, great sage Qitian said what hardships and hardships are to be afraid of, what ghosts, monsters, gods, and gods tore off the Ruyi Golden Cudgel and beat it to the ground. Also turn! Pull open the Ruyi Golden Cudgel and beat it to the ground! The strong should be respected and my hero should only dare to be the first. I don’t know how to step back. I always move forward. I don’t know how to retreat. I always move forward. The strong should be respected. I should be the hero. Only this way. I dare to be the first. Dare to be the first. "Internationale" 》: Arise, hungry and cold slaves, sufferers all over the world! The blood in my heart has boiled to fight for the truth! ————The old world is in ruins. Slaves, get up, get up! Don't say that we have everything, we want to be the masters of the world! This is the final struggle. Unite together, and by tomorrow Internacional will be realized. This is the final struggle. Unite, and by tomorrow Internacional will be realized. There has never been a savior, nor does it depend on a fairy emperor. To create human happiness, it is all up to us. We must take back the fruits of our labor, let our thoughts break out of the cage, and make the furnace burn red. Only by striking while the iron is hot can we succeed! This is the final struggle. Unite together, and by tomorrow Internazionale must realize it. This is the final struggle. Unite, and by tomorrow Internacional, we must realize it. The most hateful snakes and beasts have eaten up all of us. Once flesh and blood have wiped them out, the bright red sun shines all over the world. This is the final struggle. Unite, and by tomorrow Internazonal will be achieved. This is the final struggle. Unite, and by tomorrow Internazonal will be achieved. To realize Internachonnar, we must realize He Jingping's "Wish to Sit Through the Prison". In order to avoid the suffering of the next generation, we are willing - willing to sit through the prison! We are born rebels, and we want to turn this upside-down world around! We must overthrow all this unreasonableness! Today, we are in jail. What’s the big deal about being in jail? To save the next generation from suffering. We are willing to - we are willing to sit through this prison.

5. Ancient poems about sin

"Liang Jiao Sacrifice Movement? Celebrating the Holidays" Zhang Gun was seventy years old and had already served his crime. In June, the teacher was defeated.

"Qin Song Song Ci? Night Cry" An official from Zhang family was offended and imprisoned. If he loses his family and sells his property, he will redeem himself. "Crying in the Dark Night" An official from Zhang family was offended and imprisoned. If he sells his family's property, he will redeem himself.

"Liu Yelang accepted his kindness halfway and returned it, and he also appreciated the beautiful book of Ke Fu as a sign of peace." Li Bai offended, why did he blame heaven, and fell into the net with his stupidity. "Send Xue Shilang to be demoted to Xiazhou Sima" Guan Xiu was offended but was shocked and his kindness was not repaid, and the mountains and rivers of Yiling were called "Xianyou".

"Visit to Zhang Xianggong in Xiuzhou" Guan Xiu left the army and temporarily released Zhang Liang's chopsticks, but he was offended but supported Fan Li's boat. "Being Impeached" Shen Quanqi'er, how can you follow the national constitution and be scolded when you are not guilty?

"Wine Virtue" Mengjiao sinners are exempted from guilt by drinking wine, this can be a motto. "Jing Jia Dao's Former Residence" Qi Ji's land rather sells his ambitions, and God's forbearance punishes his talents.

"Reading the Collection of Jia Dao" Qi Ji was offended by Qin Kong and entered Shu but listened to the ape.

6. Idioms, words, and verses for those evil people

They are ungrateful and ungrateful. They are not as despicable as dogs and pigs. They are notorious and know thieves as their fathers. They are water-based, sneaky, hurt others with hidden arrows, and add insult to injury.

Complicity with the evil, the six relatives don't recognize it, and they don't recognize the rhetoric. They use sweet words and spew blood, but they are just and pretentious. Betrayal and treacherous

Have evil intentions, be greedy, have a human face and an animal heart, have nothing to do, make trouble, a dog takes advantage of the power of others, smiles and hides a knife, and works for the tiger. >

-Domineering - Acting wildly - Doing whatever he wants - Lawless - Fierce and vicious -

The crime deserves it - The crime is extremely evil - The crime is full of evil - The heinous crime cannot be forgiven - The crime deserves death -

- Cut into pieces by a thousand cuts - A more than worthy death - The stench will last for thousands of years, and the evil will grow on the edge of the courage.