1. Poems about seniors
Poems about seniors 1. What are the poems or sentences that describe seniors as stronger than juniors
1. Sangong and the governor, The rank is two thousand stones.
Life is dissatisfied, running fast day and night.
Who can talk about ethics and promote the banquet when drinking wine?
The wise and the foolish are far apart, and the karma reflects the karma.
Thank you Zhang Nanchao for your willingness to find the poetry tube.
As bright as a pearl, it comes from the Lingbi.
We chatted in the monk's room about untying the saddle, and then died in the heat.
Mo Dao Sang Yu night, the sky is still full of clouds.
——Bai Juyi's "Ode to the Elderly and Gifts of Dreams"
2. It's late at night, and the sky is full of clouds. ——Bai Juyi
3. Climb high without a stick, take off your hat and enjoy the east wind. ——Zhu De
4. As we get older, we become less knowledgeable and less knowledgeable, but with the coming of spring, we become more aware of things. ——Dong Biwu
5. I like to compose dusk odes, and my eyes are filled with green mountains and sunset lights. ——Ye Jianying
6. The sunset is bright and the flowers are raining down, especially white hair that needs a strong whip. ——Liu Haisu
7. The red leaves in Xishan are beautiful, and the more intense the frost, the darker the color. ——Chen Yi
8. The old man also understands that time is precious and he does not wait for the whip to rise. ——Zang Kejia
2. Poems describing the predecessors
Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years.
Jiang is still old. Spicy
The cool breeze can save you, and the pen has great power.
——From
and Zhang Yonglao
The three princes and the governor have a rank of two thousand stones.
Life is dissatisfied, running fast day and night.
Who can talk about ethics and promote the banquet when drinking wine?
The wise and the foolish are far apart, and the karma reflects the karma.
Thank you Zhang Nanchao for your willingness to find the poetry tube.
As bright as a pearl, it comes from the Lingbi.
We chatted in the monk's room about untying the saddle, and then died in the heat.
Mo Dao Sang Yu night, the sky is still full of clouds.
——From Bai Juyi's "Ode to the Elderly and Gifts of Dreams"
Modern poems about the elderly are also full of wonderful lines. Zhu De's "No need for a stick when climbing high, take off your hat to welcome the east wind", Dong Biwu's "As you grow old, you will become less knowledgeable, but with the coming of spring, things will become more beautiful." "When there is flying flowers and rain, white hair needs to be whipped fiercely", Chen Yi's "The red leaves in Xishan are good, the more intense the frost, the darker the color", Zang Ke's "Old Niu also understands that time and honor are valuable, and he does not wait for the whip to stand up", etc., etc., are all long-lasting , a well-known famous saying.
3. Poems describing seniors
1. It’s really difficult for you to work with such a bad-tempered senior. She is known to be domineering, selfish, and hates men. If it were a man, he would say that this senior has a clear distinction between public and private affairs, has a rigorous work attitude, and is not close to women.
2. We all have something to learn from our predecessors and peers. Even the greatest genius will never achieve much if he tries to rely solely on his unique inner self to deal with everything.
3. Accept the challenge from your juniors and then defeat spectacularly. This is the last mission as a senior and the final glory.
4. My seniors said: "Except for your family, your relatives, and your friends, no one will really listen to your complaints."
5. My seniors told I, on the way up the mountain, can only advance and cannot stop. If I don’t reach the top of the mountain, I will always be a loser.
6. Seniors are “people who are slightly ahead of me in the same darkness.”
7. Seniors are love potions that can be obtained for free.
4. Verses praising the predecessors
Golden Thread Song
Whether it is safe or not after farewell, we will meet again with desolate things, unable to look back, the country is ruined and the family is destroyed, and there is endless regret. I can't bear to suffer in this life, and I have added to the sorrow of separation. My eyes and my heart are like yesterday, and I often hold hands with each other every night.
A bloody cavity, cut open for you. The tear-stained paper is stained with clouds. I read it carefully while leaning against my cold lapel. The remaining lamp is like a bean. Leaving this for the rest of my life is nothing but a shame for my old friend.
I am ashamed to wear my head as before. Traveling through mountains and rivers is not easy, but I wish my lonely soul could be seen before and after the carriage.
The intestines are broken, and it is difficult to sing.
Being caught and occupied
He sang generously to Yan City and calmly served as a prisoner of Chu. Leading the sword into success, living up to the youth's reputation.
Keep your heart and soul, but your body will be reduced to ashes. The green phosphorescence is immortal and illuminates Yantai every night.
Sailing across the Pacific Ocean from Shanghai to France via the Americas to express my gratitude
The same sea air haloed into ice, and the sky became heavy and heavy. The missing moon is about to fall due to the wind, and the sparse stars suddenly appear on the water.
I feel ashamed when I hear the songs, and I feel ashamed when I read the history. There is no need to look back at the homeland, the boat goes deep into the waves.
After singing the song of the great river, turn eastward.
After singing the song of the great river, turn eastward, the group is dense. Golden Thread Song
Whether it is safe or not after farewell, we will meet again with desolate things. I can't bear to look back. The country is broken and the family is destroyed. I have endless regrets. I can't bear to enjoy it in this life. I have added to the sorrow of separation. My eyes are like yesterday and my heart is full of hope. Hand in hand every night.
A bloody cavity, cut open for you. The tear-stained paper is stained with clouds. I read it carefully while leaning against my cold lapel. The remaining lamp is like a bean. Leaving this for the rest of my life is nothing but a shame for my old friend.
I am ashamed to wear my head as before. Traveling through mountains and rivers is not easy, but I wish my lonely soul could be seen before and after the carriage. The intestines are broken, and it is difficult to sing.
Being caught and occupied
He sang generously to Yan City and calmly served as a prisoner of Chu. Leading the sword into success, living up to the youth's reputation.
Keep your heart and soul, but your body will be reduced to ashes. The green phosphorescence is immortal and illuminates Yantai every night.
Sailing across the Pacific Ocean from Shanghai to France via the Americas to express my gratitude
The same sea air haloed into ice, and the sky became heavy and heavy. The missing moon is about to fall due to the wind, and the sparse stars suddenly appear on the water.
I feel ashamed when I hear the songs, and I feel ashamed when I read the history. There is no need to look back at the homeland, the boat goes deep into the waves.
After singing the song of the great river, turn eastward.
After singing the song of the great river, turn eastward. The sophisticated science and technology will help the poor in the world.
After facing the wall for ten years and trying to break through it, it is difficult to be rewarded as a hero even if he crosses the sea.
5. Verses or poems by modern revolutionary predecessors
Seven Ancient Frogs Sitting alone in the pond in 1910, like a tiger under the shade tree, nourishing the spirit When spring comes, which insect will I not speak first? My son dares to make a sound. The five ancients pull Yichang Tao. In June 1915, I went to miss you. I thought deeply about you. You will not come. I am worried about killing you. My friends are lamenting. I am still sad. The sound of Hengyang wild geese is heard through the Hunan coast. The spring slips back to feel the things. I am happy to think about things. Nancheng Kuma City, Kuma City, the grass is luxuriant, and the tears are soaked. Two titles are collected, and the lonely scenery is sunset. The clouds and clouds in the west are raised in the period. The wandering bandits are thinking about the eternal decision. From now on, the chickens crow at midnight and the chickens sing. The sweat is all over the East Gao. I slowly look to you to shake hands. My eyes are rising, my feet are rising, I am flying across the mountains, my feet are flying, and I am flying across the spiritual tent. I am as depressed as the Chu, and I am singing songs. I am willing to test my long sword. There are islands in the East China Sea, and mountains in Yibei are cleansing me of all my hatred and resentment. Whose family can be content with resignation, and the frivolous child died early? From now on, the piano will never fade away, which is the saddest thing. Zhu Huachun will be shameless. Later, there will be a thousand days. Who will be with *** in his life? I will recommend a cup of wine and look at the inscription. In the melancholy, how can I send it to the river? Tianshui. One of the seven ancients sent Zongyu Ichiro eastward in 1918. In the new year, the clouds opened in Hengyue, the clouds accumulated in the sky, the horses in the sky, the phoenix, the spring trees, the young and majestic Qu Jia Cai, the mountains and rivers, and the strange atmosphere. I once remembered this king, and I performed a heroic song. The Kunpeng struck the waves. From then on, the Dongting Xiangshui rose up to the sky. The giant ship pointed eastward for no reason. A day of sorrow is scattered. Fortunately, I am blown thousands of miles by the east wind. What is my husband's heart? I want to look at the universe. The rice and the sea are flowing across the sea. I am not enough to worry about the world's affairs. How can I manage it? But in my body and my heart, the sun and the moon are always new. My reputation has been preserved in the world for five hundred years. There are many friends in Pinglang and Chongming in front of the official. I have a book and return it to Yajun. A four-character poem in memory of my mother. In October 1919, my mother died suddenly. She died five years ago. Thirteen children were born, seven sons, seven sons, the remaining three are Dongmin Tan, the others are infertile, two girls and two boys raised my brothers, they have gone through hardships and suffered hardships, so they suffered from illness, and all of them are heartbroken. One is virtuous, the other is hateful. My mother, Gao Feng, is the first to recommend fraternity, near and far, close and distant. All are covered with compassion. Kindness touches everyone, and all the love reaches her. She is sincere, does not lie, does not have deceitful intentions, and is well-organized without any deceit. They are all well-organized, their minds are precise, they analyze their emotions, everything is calculated, and everything has no escape. The wind of cleanliness spreads throughout the house, spotless in mind and body, both inside and outside. At the end of the day, there are still ambitions and unfulfilled aspirations, but there is mental pain and suffering. This is regarded as a great thing for heaven and earth. Only a small corner of the earth can be used to bring up children. All the good and dearest love you have in your heart, whether it is kindness or overwork, big or small, all need to be repaid. The great virtues mentioned here must be upheld and the glory will be effective and not inconsistent. The hatred must be filled in. I have this thought in my heart. The more you raise me, the more profound your kindness will be. When will the spring light repay you? The ocean of fine birds will cry out to my mother. My mother will never die. Although her body is still alive, she will live forever. One day, she will repay her kindness. When she was born, she will accompany her relatives every day. Even today, it is said that long time is short. But I took out the big end and put it in a shallow state. At this time, the family laid the foundation for this cup. After that, there was a saying that the sun will last forever. The poppy gift was given to Yang Kaihui in 1920. It was piled on the pillow and I was worried about how the river and sea were rolling. How could the sky be so long at night and so difficult to understand and helpless? Wearing clothes and sitting up in the thin cold, dawn comes, all thoughts are ashes, tired and exhausted, the body is weak, the waning moon is flowing to the west, no tears shed, no reason to congratulate the bridegroom, Yang Kaihui, 1923, waved from now on, more miserable love for each other. I am telling you again that my eyes and eyebrows are full of hatred and tears are about to drop. I still know that I have misunderstood. The words in my previous book have passed by and the clouds are rolling. *** The fog is known in the world. I know that you and I are sick. God knows if it is. Today, there is heavy frost. The east gate road shines on Hengtang for half a day. The waning moon is so clear and desolate. The sound of the whistle has broken my heart. From then on, I am alone in the end of the world, cutting off the threads of sorrow and hatred. It is like the collapse of the cliff in Kunlun. It is also like the typhoon sweeping the world, weighing the wings and the clouds in Qinyuan. In the spring of Changsha, independence in 1925, in the cold autumn, I went to the north of the Xiangjiang River to see the thousands of orange islands. The mountain is red all over the forest, the river is green, and hundreds of boats are vying for water. Fish are flying in the shallow bottom. Thousands of species are competing for freedom in the frosty sky. I wonder who owns the ups and downs of the vast earth. Bringing hundreds of lovers to travel, recalling the glorious past. I am a classmate, a young man, a scholar in his prime. With great spirit, Fang Qiu directed the mountains and rivers and stirred up the waste of words. In those days, did the thousands of households ever remember that they hit the water in the middle of the river, and the waves stopped the flying boat, the Bodhisattva, and the Yellow Crane Tower? There were still tourists there, drinking wine and pouring their hearts out against the waves. The Autumn Harvest Uprising in Xijiang River in 1927. The army shouted the workers' and peasants' revolutionary banner, sickle and ax. They did not stop in the Kuanglu area and marched straight to Xiaoxiang. The landlords oppressed the peasants hard, and everyone shared the same hatred.
During the autumn harvest, dusk clouds are sad, a thunderbolt riots, Xijiang Moon, Jinggang Mountain, the autumn of 1928, banners under the mountains, drums and horns on the top of the mountain, I hear the enemy is surrounded by thousands of people. Escape from the Qing Dynasty at night The war between Jiang and Gui changed suddenly in 1929. The warlords resumed the war and spread their grievances to the world. The yellow ocean reappeared and the red flag jumped across the Tingjiang River and went straight down to Longyan and Shanghang. I was tidying up the fields in Jinou. I was busy picking mulberry seeds on the Double Ninth Festival. October 1929 Life is easy. God is hard to get old. Double Ninth Festival is here again. The yellow flowers on the battlefield are particularly fragrant. Once a year, the autumn wind is not as strong as the spring scenery. It is better than the spring scenery. The river is thousands of miles away and the frost is like a dream. New Year's Day, January 1930. Ninghua Clear stream naturalization road, deep forest, slippery with moss. Which direction is it pointing to today? Down the mountain, down the mountain, under the wind, the red flag spreads out like a picture, minus the magnolia flowers. On the road to Guangchang, in February 1930, the sky was all white, and the march in the snow was even more urgent. The high mountain wind above us rolled the red flag. Where is this journey going? Ganjiang is covered with snow and wind. An order was issued yesterday. Hundreds of thousands of workers and peasants went to Ji'an for the first great siege of fishermen's rebellion. In the spring of 1931, thousands of trees were frosted, the sky was red, and the soldiers were angry. The sky was full of fog, and Longgang was covered with thousands of mountains. The call to the front captured Zhang Huizan. Two hundred thousand troops re-entered Jiangxi. The wind and smoke rolled in. In the middle of the day, millions of workers and peasants were mobilized to work together. The red flags at the foot of the mountain were in chaos. The fishermen were arrogant and rebelled. The second great siege was launched in the summer of 1931. Yun Yu was at the top of Baiyun Mountain. Standing at the foot of Baiyun Mountain, there was an urgent cry. Withered trees and decayed trees worked hard together. The forest of guns forced the flying generals to climb seven hundred miles from the sky. For fifteen days, the Gan River was vast and the mountains of Fujian were green. Thousands of troops were swept away. Each one was swept away. Some people wept as the camp stepped forward and sighed. What's the big cypress tree of Bodhisattva? In the spring of 1933, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who held the colors and practiced dancing in the air? After the rain, the setting sun returned to the Guanshan Mountains. In the past, there was a fierce battle. In front of the bullet hole, the village wall decorated this Guanshan Mountain. Today, it is better to see clearly. Ping Le Huichang, summer of 1934 Dawn in the East, Mo Daojun, traveled early through the green mountains. The scenery where people are young is unique. The peaks outside Huichang City are directly connected to the peaks. The warriors in Dongming point out that southern Guangdong is more lush and green. Three sixteen-character poems. 1934 to 1935. (Part 1) The mountain is fast and the horse is whipping up, but the saddle has not yet been lifted. It looks back three feet away from the sky in shock (Part 2) The mountain topples the sea, the river rolls up, and the giant waves rush forward. Ten thousand horses are still fighting in full swing (Part 3) The mountain pierces the blue sky, and the eel is not yet broken. The sky is about to fall. With a leaning stick, I recall Qin'e's Loushan Pass in February 1935. In February of 1935, the west wind was fierce and the wild geese screamed in the sky. Frost morning moon. Frost morning moon. The sound of horse hooves broke.
6. What are the poems that commemorate the revolutionary predecessors
Moral poems
Ji Hongchang
I hate to die fighting against Japan,
Save it for today’s shame.
The country has been destroyed like this,
Why should I regret this!
After singing the song of the great river, we will turn eastward.
Zhou Enlai
After singing the great river, we will turn eastward.
The sophisticated science and technology will help the poor in the world.
Facing the wall for ten years and trying to break it,
It is difficult to reward a hero even if he crosses the sea.
Three Chapters of Meiling
Chen Yi
How do you feel about beheading today?
Starting a business is difficult and full of challenges.
Here we go to Quantai to recruit old troops,
to kill Yama with one hundred thousand banners.
The southern country has been at war for ten years.
This head must be hung at the gate of the country.
If you all work harder in the future,
good news will come to you as paper money.
Reincarnation in the revolution is your home,
The bloody storms should last forever.
Today's event is to take justice and become benevolent,
The flowers of freedom are planted all over the world.
7. Verses to thank seniors for their teachings
1. It’s really hard for you to work with such a bad-tempered senior. She is known to be domineering, selfish, and hates men. If it were a man, he would say that this senior has a clear distinction between public and private affairs, has a rigorous work attitude, and is not close to women.
2. We all have something to learn from our predecessors and peers. Even the greatest genius will never achieve much if he tries to rely solely on his unique inner self to deal with everything.
3. Accept the challenge from your juniors and then defeat spectacularly. This is the last mission as a senior and the final glory.
4. The senior said: "Except for your family, your relatives, and your friends, no one will really listen to your complaints.
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5. My seniors told me that on the way up the mountain, you can only go forward, not stop. If you don't reach the top of the mountain, you will always be a loser.
6. Seniors are " People who are slightly ahead of me in the same darkness."
7. Seniors are love medicine that can be obtained for free.
8. Poems of revolutionary ancestors
Mao Zedong: The Red Army is not afraid of the difficulties of the expedition, and the mountains and rivers are rolling and the waves are rolling, the clouds are majestic and the mud balls are warm, and the iron ropes across the Dadu Bridge are cold. Open face.
The road through Xiongguan is really like iron, but now I can’t cross it from the beginning.
"Qinyuan Spring Snow" "Qinyuan Spring Changsha"
Lu Xun: He frowned coldly. Thousands of people are willing to bow down and hide in the small building to be unified.
The brothers will be here after all the calamities.
My thoughts are gone. Hanxingquan is unaware, I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood.
Qiu Jin: Even if you spend a lot of money to buy a precious sword, you can even exchange it for nine wines. If you cherish it diligently, you can still turn it into blue waves.
9. Words and Sentences about the Revolutionary Ancestors
Three Chapters of Meiling
Chen Yi
One
Beheading How do you feel about today? It’s been a long and difficult time to start a business.
I’m going to Quantai to recruit old troops.
It’s been ten years since the war broke out in the southern country. This head must be hung at the door of the country.
If you work hard, the good news will come as paper money.
Join the revolution and you will become a family. The fishy wind should have its end.
Take justice and become benevolent. Today, the world is filled with flowers of freedom.
Xia Minghan
Cut. The head does not matter, as long as the principle is true
Kill Xia Minghan, and the people who came after him.
Yun Daiying
Wandering around the world. Reminiscing about old travels, my life and death are different.
I have given up worries about ordinary things, leaving my pride and passion as a prisoner of Chu.
Chapter 2: "Poems of Revolutionary Martyrs"
< p> Chen Hui (revolutionary martyr, died in Zhazi Cave) famous saying: “A soldier’s grave is brighter than a slave’s paradise. "Poems by revolutionary martyr Jiang Guangci:
May my blood turn into surging holy water and wash away the filthy world!
May My hard work turns into a bright red light, illuminating the dark earth!
May the bright flowers of my hard work pierce people’s hearts!
May the rippling sound of my hard work fly deep into people’s eardrums! Poems about revolutionary martyrs
Revolutionary martyr Xia Minghan: Kill me, and there will be others after you.
Xia Minghan: "Beheading does not matter, as long as the principle is true. ”
Qi Jiguang’s famous saying “I don’t want to be granted the title of Marquis, but I hope the sea will be calm”
A warm heart will dissolve the ice and snow. ———— “Poems of Revolutionary Martyrs” About Poems of Revolutionary Martyrs
Martyr Qiu Huaigu said a famous saying before he died heroically: “Comrades, don’t forget us when you win. "
In order to save the next generation from suffering, I am willing to sit in jail!"
Revolutionary martyr Deng Zhongxia famously said: "There is only one life and one death. Life must be meaningful and death meaningful." "Value."
Don't wait for the hair on your temples to fade - poems about the revolutionary martyrs in Zhu Xuemian's "Reflections" and "Poems of Revolutionary Martyrs"
Quotations from the revolutionary martyr Comrade Li Dazhao: "I hope that my beloved young people will be born in youth and die in youth."
Power cannot dampen his spirit, and wealth and wealth cannot move his heart. ——Li Dazhao
Loyalty is in every inch of the heart, and awe is in two rooms. ——Cai Hesen
Beheading does not matter, as long as the principle is true. ——Xia Minghan
The only way to escape death is to fight, and iron windows cannot lock a steel heart. ——Wang Ruofei
Life should be like a candle, burning from top to bottom, always bright. ——Xiao Chunu
Poverty, purity, and simple life are exactly where we revolutionaries can overcome many difficulties.
Chen Hui (revolutionary martyr, died in Zhazi Cave) famous saying: "A soldier's grave is brighter than a slave's paradise