2. Mourning can make you cry, and looking far can make you return to China-Han Yuefu Folk Songs >
3. Humayi North Wind, Crossing the South Branch of the Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han
4. But how much love did the grass get-Don Meng Jiao >
5. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi >
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Tang Wang Wei >
7. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home-Don Li Bai >
8. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it-Song Liqingzhao >
9. miss your relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei >
10. It's moonlit tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into-Don Wang Jian >
1 1. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate singing birds like Laoshan-Downs Kong Tu >
12. Only the lake is reflected in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhang Zhi >
13. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains unchanged. -Tang He Zhangzhi >
14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu >;
15. Sadness is more than sadness. Parting-Warring States. Chu. Qu yuan >
16. The day of parting is far away, but the day of clothing is slow-Korea. >
17. After the wild goose falls, think before the flowers-Sui Xue Daoheng >
18. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. You can go further and live-Li Yu of Southern Tang Dynasty >
19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu >
20. It is easier to see when you are away, and the water is gone in spring. What a heaven and earth-Li Yu >
2 1. It's almost as difficult for friends to meet each other. As for the rising stars-Don Du Fu >;
22. I advise you to drink one more glass of wine. There is no reason to go abroad-Don Wang Wei >
23. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows a gentleman-Tang Gaoshi >
24. The Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun-Li Bai >
25. The last time we met in the flowers, in the flowers where we parted, it has been a year since it bloomed today-Don Wei Wu Ying >
26. I've known her for a long time, and we've been apart for a long time. The east wind rises and flowers fall-Tang Shangyin >
27. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn. -Don Mutu >
28. If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid parting-the same as above.
29. Peach, plum, spring breeze, a glass of wine, a lamp for ten years. —— Huang Song Ting Jian >
30. Alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year-Tang >
3 1. There should be no hate. When will it grow into a circle? -history >
32. I wish you a long life and a thousand miles * * *-same as above.
33. Wandering songs
Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
But how much love does this inch of grass have? Make three spring scenery.
34. longing for spring
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.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
Wang Wei
As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
There is a man missing from the dogwood.
36. Seven-step poem
Cao zhi
Boil beans and burn beans,
The beans are crying in the kettle.
Originally born from the same root,
What's the hurry?
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
Du Fu
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle,
A wild goose sings in autumn.
He knew that the dew tonight would be frost,
How bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered,
What does life without you mean to me? .
But if something goes wrong with peacetime letters,
What can I expect during the war? .
Qiu Si.
Ji Zhang
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
The writer's book is full of meaning.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians came and opened again.
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2. Poems about affection: 15 ancient poems: 1, threads in the hands of loving mothers, making clothes for the body of wayward boys. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Don Meng Jiao: Wandering Sons)
2. When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Tang: "Shanju Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers")
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee-hugging lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Tang Bai Juyi: "Homesickness on a Winter Night in Handan")
4, the child led the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Don "Going Home")
5, Xian Yi, young and old, left home, the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (Tang He Zhang Zhi: Homecoming Book)
6. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. ("Early Tang and Song Wen Zhi: Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, we wound our way, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Don Wang Wan: "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain")
8. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems Travel and Travel")
9. Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. -("aphorisms")
10, I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. -(Tang Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu")
1 1, there is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -(Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night)
12, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change. -(Homecoming Book by Tang and Zhang Zhi)
13, my mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. -("Song of Filial Piety")
14, parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. -("epigram couplet")
15, where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. -(Song Qingzhao's Bodhisattva Man)
16, the mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. -("Song of Filial Piety")
17, when the master instrument is hung, the tube is bright, and Wusu stays at the static night platform. -("aphorisms")
18, the moon is bright tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into. -(Don Wang Jian's "Fifteen nights full moon to send Du Langzhong")
19, elegy can be crying, and angelica can be in the distance. -(Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy")
3. An ancient poem about affection, friendship and Xia Dong's affection-Tang? The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for the bodies of her wayward son Meng Jiao's wandering sons.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Don? Li Bai's Midnight Wu Ge (3) A bright moon hangs high in the capital, and the alleys are empty. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition? Don? Wang Wei's "Brothers who miss Shandong on vacation in the mountains" A stranger in a foreign land. I miss my relatives every holiday, know my brother's climbing place from afar, and miss someone every time.
Friendship.-Don? Ren Zhoushu of Du Shaofu, on the wall around the Sanqin area, passes through a mist that makes the Five Rivers a river. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
Don? Li Bai's Gift for Wang Lun Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Don? Li Bai's "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" leaves the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks will go to Yangzhou in March. Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
Don? Wang Changling's "Lotus Sending Xin Shame" is cold and rainy at night, and Song Ke Chushan is lonely. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
Don? Bai Juyi's Farewell to the Ancient Grassland, the boundless grassland, comes and goes with each season. 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. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Don? Wang Wei's Weicheng Qu Weicheng Yu Chao? Where's Jingjing? Hey hey? Dragon? Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. Xia-Song? Yang Wanli's "Little Pool" is silent and pity. Account? Hey? Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and a dragonfly stood on it.
Song? After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Winter-Tang? Liu Zongyuan, Jiang Xue, there are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Don? Bai Juyi's "Snowing at Night" has made the pillow cold and the window bright. It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.
4. Poems about affection 1. Wandering songs
Author Meng Jiao, Tang Dynasty.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
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A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
Secondly, I remembered my brother in Shandong when I was on holiday in the mountains.
Author Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
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Being alone is always a bit bleak, and I miss my distant relatives every time I go to the Double Ninth Festival. Far away, I feel sorry for myself when I think of my brothers climbing high with dogwood.
Third, when will there be a bright moon?
Author Su Shi, Song Dynasty
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
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On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing, I drank happily until the next morning, got drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe. When did the bright moon begin to appear? I raised my glass and asked the distant sky. I don't know the date of the palace in heaven. I want to ride the breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid that the buildings built by Meiyu can't stand the cold of nine days.
Dancing under the moon and enjoying the clear shadows is not like on the earth. The moon revolves around the scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. Mingyue shouldn't have any resentment against people, should she? Why is it round when people are gone?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon changes from sunny to sunny. This kind of thing has been difficult to be comprehensive since ancient times. I only hope that all the relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, and even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can enjoy this beautiful moonlight.
Four, ah, mom
Author Shu Ting Dynasty Modern
Your pale fingertips touched my temple, and I couldn't help grabbing your skirt as I did when I was a child.
Oh, mother, in order to keep you drifting away, although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time
I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth.
Oh, mother, the running water of the years is as ruthless, for fear that the memory will fade. How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn, and now I dare not moan with a crown of thorns.
Oh, mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love in this way, although I have written many songs, for flowers, for the sea and for the dawn.
Oh, mother, my sweet and deep memory is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well that can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) "Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
Author Xu Xi Qing Dynasty
The baby is underage and was pregnant with his mother's stomach in 10. Longing for mother's blood, longing for mother's meat.
The baby will be born and the mother will be in prison. I'm afraid I'll become a ghost after giving birth.
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Before a child becomes a baby, it needs to be conceived in the mother's womb for ten months. Eat your mother's meat when you are hungry and drink your mother's blood when you are thirsty.
At the moment when the child is about to give birth, the mother seems to spend time in prison. I'm afraid of having children, and I'm afraid that I and my children will suffer disasters because of unsatisfactory production.
5. Poems about the scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter (must be full poems). Thank you, chun /q? word = % B4 % BA+% CA % AB % B4 % CA & amp； CT = 17 & amp； Pn = 0 & ampikaslist & The grass in your north is as blue as jade, and the mulberries here are bent into green branches.
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ? The place where Shuxiang is located is the famous Prime Minister Temple, deep in a pine forest near the Silk City.
The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves. The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations.
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
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. Flowers are covered, the palace is darkened, vigils are held in the left courtyard of the palace, and birds are chirping to find a habitat.
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 murmured, 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. Acacia when those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches? People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. In the morning of Xiao Chunchun, I woke up happily, and birds were singing all around.
But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken? Last night, the spring palace was full of peach blossoms, and the moon was high in the front hall of Weiyang. Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.
Last night, the spring dream bridal chamber was a spring breeze, thinking of the beautiful Xiangjiang River water. I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south.
Two farewell songs, more than 13 songs, cardamom first in early February. In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.
Que Yin and Yan Yin tell about the New Year, but so far it is Ma Town and Longqiu. From our house, from these walls and the Han Garden, the moon brought my heart to the sky of Tatar.
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?
Spring resentment screen window sunset, golden house no one saw tears. The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.
Send two people (the second one) don't dream of going to Xie Jia, wandering around the small corridor. Affectionate only spring court month, it's a pity to stay behind! Summer /q? C4+% CA % AB % B4 % CA & amp； CT = 17 & amp； PN = 0 & Ampikaslist & Amprn =10 Xiuzhu Village is an old woman who lives by the river.
When you go out, you only hear the sound of "goo goo", and there are paths in the forest. Green bamboo garden behind the house, buttonwood tree in front of the house.
My cousin took my hand and went to the river to catch fish. On a midsummer night in Taoyuan, adults shake cattail fans and children catch dragonflies.
The cicada in the tree sings freely, whether you listen or not. Talking about what's going on in the world is comfortable and relaxing.
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See autumn in a hundred miles, cold food days, cloudy and snowy nights. Even after the night, I didn't rest.
As big as goose feathers and as dense as jade flakes. The author of "Spring Breeze Comes Night, Flowers Bloom" is from his "Bai Xuege Farewell to Tian Wu Gui", where the north wind rolls white grass and eight In the snow crosses Tatar Day.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The bow became stiff and could hardly be pulled out, and all the iron clothes were cold. The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
It snows three times in winter, and farmers are happy for the New Year. I'm tired of Megan. Every one of us has to be in the barn.
It's amazing that boys can't get up because of the cold weather. There are tourists coming from the clouds and mushrooms in the basket.
The firewood is warm wine, and the mandarin fish is cooked. Guests also love cups and jars and think you have a cup to drink.
The mountain road is idle and the season is very cold. You can't invite each other on purpose, but if you are happy, you will have a rest in the sunshine of Huang Yun, and the north wind will blow snow after snow.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you. On a strange road, the north wind blows hard. Lonely journey, dare not take a break.
In the wilderness of the earth, the grass rustles, the branches wither and the fragrance disappears. Only the wheat fields are left, neatly arranged.
Snow should fly for nine days, and Qionghua will wither. Look up at the mountains and rivers, put on plain makeup, and put on a vast color, which is gradually thick and layered.
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
The sound of wandering by the cold river, the bamboo shadow by the window, the moonlight and snow pressing the winter clouds, the flowers will be sparse for a while, the high sky is rolling and the cold current is urgent, and the earth is slightly warm. Bai Juyi was stunned by the night snow, and the window was bright again.
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time. The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. It's already a hundred feet of ice and beautiful flowers.
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years. Mochow has no bosom friend. Everyone knows that you can see the distant mountains in winter and the snow is green. At night, a foot of snow will fall outside the city. A small charcoal window grinds ice, there is autumn snow in Xiling, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door. The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight. You should know that pine trees are noble and noble before melting.
I was stunned by the cold pillow and heard the sound of bamboo folding. Give my friend Liu Baijuyi a suggestion. There is a ray of green in the old bottle, a touch of red in the quiet stove, and there is a feeling of Bo Xue outside. How about a glass of wine inside? , a few plums in the corner, cold ling a person. I know it's not snow, because it smells good. Nobody said anything today last year, so what year is tonight? Why are you so worried in the cold winter? A line flies and pulls the edge of the ocean.
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Some thoughts on reading of the analects of confucius's model essay 1
Confucius was the first great educator in the history of the Chinese nation.