1. Poems about praising life
Passing through my old friend’s village
Meng Haoran
My old friend invited me to Tian’s house with chicken and millet.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.
(My old friend prepared yellow rice and roast chicken and invited me to his simple Tianjia. Outside the village is a circle of green trees, and on the outskirts are green and sloping hills. Open the window and face the It's a field, drinking wine and chatting about cultivating mulberry and hemp. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival in September to taste chrysanthemum wine again! )
Return to the Garden
Tao Yuanming
1
A young man who has no vulgar charm and a natural love for hills and mountains. I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years. The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses. The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall. Warm and distant village, the smoke in the ruins, dogs barking in the deep alleys, roosters crowing on the top of the mulberry trees, the courtyards are dust-free, and the empty rooms have plenty of leisure. After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.
2
There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingale in the back streets. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust. At that time, in the middle of the ruins, people were walking around wearing grass. When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long. The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. They are often afraid of the arrival of frost, and they will be scattered like grass.
Three
Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. It's not enough to regret the stain on your clothes, but your wishes are fulfilled.
Life
Type: Poetry
Life is too light
Add some salt to condense thoughts
Missing you too much
Add some sugar to lighten up your life
Life is too boring
Add some spicy food to cheer you up
Too sleepy in spirit
Add some Zen and calm your heart
5 Poetry cannot be absent from life
No matter how I browse or dabble
There is no poetry in my eyes
No one cares about the teahouse and wine shop
There are no beautiful women and handsome men. People chant
It’s so desolate and desolate
I have no poetry
No matter how I search or develop
There is no poetry in my fields
Opportunities refuse to favor me
Inspiration refuses to visit my humble home
So ignorant and blank
I have no poetry
I have no poetry
So I am no longer happy
Actually
I have no happiness
It does not mean that I have no poetry
It does not mean that I have fallen into worldliness and numbness
Farewell I have a fiery life
There are people who love me and those I love
They are always paying attention and asking me
Live well and live well
Poetry does not refuse tediousness
Firewood, rice, oil and salt soak into your heart
Tang poetry and Song lyrics nourish your heart
You enjoy the fireworks of the world
< p> But you are looking at the brilliant stars with longingYou sharpen your vulgar thoughts
But you are staring at the poetic sentiment
Live well and read well< /p>
A warm life cannot shrink
Read and think carefully
Ordinary life requires you to ignite poetry
< p> 2. Full text of poems praising life
Don’t tell me in sad poems that life is just a dream! ——The sleeping soul is equal to dead. The truth of things is different from the appearance. Life is real! Life is real! Its destination is not a barren grave; "Dust you are, and to dust you shall return" does not refer to the soul.
Our destined goal and path is not enjoyment or suffering; it is action, making each tomorrow one step further than today. Art is eternal and time flies. Our hearts, although brave and resolute, are still like muffled drums, accompaniment like the funeral music of a tomb.
On the vast battlefield of this world, in this camp of life, do not imitate the dumb people who listen to others, and be a hero in battle! Don’t count on the future, no matter how charming it may be! Let the past be buried forever! Act now - take advantage of the present moment! Conscience is in the heart, God is in the head! The lives of great men show us that we can live a noble life and leave our footprints in the sand of time when we say goodbye. Perhaps one of our brothers sailing on the majestic sea of ??life, and the ship sank, and when he is in despair, he will be cheered up by seeing these footprints.
Then, let us get up and work, and be heroic towards any destiny; keep making progress, keep pursuing, learn to work, and learn to wait. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! —For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest!And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou art, to dust returnest,Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment , and not sorrow,Is our destined end or way ;But to act, that each to-morrowFind us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle,In the bivouac of Life,Be not like dumb, driven cattle!Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!Let the dead Past bury its dead !Act, — act in the living Present !Heart within, and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind usWe can make our lives sublime,And, departing, leave behind usFootprints on the sand of time;Footprints ,that perhaps another,Sailing o'er life's solemn main,A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,Seeing, shall take heart again.Let us then be up and doing,With a heart for any fate;Still achieving,still pursuing,Learn to labor and to wait.． 3. Poems about life
● The person who lives the most meaningful life is not the person who lives the longest, but the person who feels the most about life.
——Rousseau
● The ideal of life is for the ideal life.
If life deceives you,
Don’t be sad or impatient!
Calmness is needed in gloomy days:
Believe, happy days will come. -- "If Life Deceived You"
Live and work in peace and contentment, have plenty of food and clothing, a bright future, a sunny road, happiness and health, happiness and health, peace and prosperity, prosperity, gathering together, a house full of gold and jade, and a happy family , family reunion, prosperity every year, and successful career 4. Poems praising life
If life deceives you----Pushkin
If life deceives you,
Don't be sad, don't be impatient!
Calmness is needed in gloomy days;
Believe it, happy days will come.
My heart is always looking forward to the future;
But now I am always melancholy.
Everything is fleeting,
Everything will pass;
And what has passed,
will become dear Nostalgic. Passing by my old friend's village
Meng Haoran
My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.
(My old friend prepared yellow rice and roast chicken and invited me to his simple Tianjia. Outside the village is a circle of green trees, and on the outskirts are green and sloping hills. Open the window and face the It's a field, drinking wine and chatting about cultivating mulberry and hemp. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival in September to taste chrysanthemum wine again! )
Return to the Garden
Tao Yuanming
1
A young man who has no vulgar charm and a natural love for hills and mountains. I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years. The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses. The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall. Warm and distant village, the smoke in the ruins, dogs barking in the deep alleys, roosters crowing on the top of the mulberry trees, the courtyards are dust-free, and the empty rooms have plenty of leisure. After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.
2
There are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingale in the back streets. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust. At that time, in the middle of the ruins, people were walking around wearing grass. When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long. The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. They are often afraid of the arrival of frost, and they will be scattered like grass.
Three
Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. It's not enough to regret the stain on your clothes, but your wishes are fulfilled.
Life
Type: Poetry
Life is too light
Add some salt to condense thoughts
?
Missing you too much
Add some sugar to lighten the astringent life
?
Life is too boring
Add some spicy food to taste Refresh yourself
?
Feeling too sleepy
Add some Zen to calm your heart
5 Poetry cannot be absent from life
?
No matter how I browse or dabble
There is no poetry in my eyes
No one cares about the teahouse and wine shop
Beautiful women and handsome men have no one to chant
It’s so desolate and desolate
I have no poetry
?
No matter how much I search or explore< /p>
There is no poetry in my field
Opportunity refuses to favor me
Inspiration refuses to visit my humble home
So ignorant and Blank
I have no poetry
?
I have no poetry
So I am no longer happy
?
Actually
I have no happiness
It does not mean that I have no poetry
It does not mean that I have fallen into worldliness and numbness< /p>
Farewell to the fiery life
There are people who love me and those I love
Always paying attention and entrusting me
Live well Live
Poetry does not reject trivial matters
Firewood, rice, oil and salt soak into your heart
Tang poetry and Song lyrics nourish your heart
You enjoy Fireworks in the world
Yet you gaze at the brilliant stars
You sharpen your vulgar thoughts
Yet you gaze at the poetic sentiment
Live well and read well
A warm life cannot shrink
Read well and think well
Ordinary life requires you to ignite poetry 5. "Praise to Life" 》Content of the poem
"Praise to Life"
___The young heart’s declaration to the singer
Don’t use a sad tone to me
Saying that life is just a dream
Because when the soul is tired, it means death
And things are not what they seem
Life is real! Live seriously!
Its end is not the grave;
The same cannot be said of the soul:
“Dust you are, and to dust you shall return.
Our destined path or goal
is not enjoyment or lamentation;
It is action, every Ming Dynasty
Look at us further than we are today
Art is infinite and time flies;
Even though our hearts are brave and strong,
It is still like a muffled sound
Beating the drum to send funerals to the grave.
On the vast battlefield of the world
In the open-air camp of "life"
Don't be like stupid, driven cattle and sheep!
Be a fighting hero.
Don’t rely on the future, no matter how wonderful it is!
Let the dead "past" bury itself
Take action! Just take advantage of the time you are alive
With your heart and the sky above your head
The deeds of great men are thought-provoking
We can make our lives magnificent
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And on the quicksand of time,
When leaving, leave a footprint -
This footprint may be that of another person
Seeing it, will cheer you up
When he is sinking on the sea of ??life
Tragically, his ship has sunk
Therefore, no matter what fate
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Don't be discouraged! Be active
Keep making progress and keep moving forward
Learn to work and learn to wait
The poet uses a passionate and high-spirited style to inspire people to fight in the "vast battlefield" of life. "In the middle", "on the magnificent stage", we must cheer up, strive, pursue and do something, and "always be full of ideals and expectations." The whole poem uses the first person to make a call, discuss and express emotions, and it is cordial to read. To encourage. 6. Famous aphorisms in praise of life
Life is a gem carved by nature for humans. ——Nobel
Life is not just breathing, life is activity. ——Rousseau
Life is a dangerous narrow valley, and only the brave can pass it. ——Michelle Pan
A great soul will strengthen thought and life. ——Emerson
There is only one kind of heroism in the world, and that is the person who understands life and loves life. ——Romain Rolland
Only by giving our lives can we gain life. —— Tagore
A life full of content is a long life. We need to measure life by actions, not by time. ——Little Seneca
If you can make good use of it, life will be long. ——Seneca 7. Modern poems about life
Life is like a white handkerchief. As long as a circle of elegant lace is added, life will become more flavorful.
Ordinary plus a little special, that is me who is extraordinarily ordinary.
Although there are no traces of my wings in the sky, I have flown.
Just walk over and don’t linger to pick tea flowers to keep, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way.
You smiled slightly and said nothing to me, but I felt that I had been waiting for this for a long time.
Man cannot express himself in his history. He struggles to reveal his sharp edges in history.
Maple leaves will turn red only after going through wind and frost, and people will become mature and strong only after going through hardships.
I can't choose the best, the best chooses me.
The dry river bed is not grateful for his past.
Make life as gorgeous as summer flowers and death as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.
The mark of death gives value to the coin of life, enabling it to use its life to purchase the real treasure.
1. Listen to a song about the passing of time,
The desolate time whizzes by in your ears.
They stood at the end of the line of sight,
waving goodbye one by one in order of age.
I really want to remember those smiling faces,
but I know that
they
are no match for time.
2.
Hiding at a certain time
Missing the palm prints of a certain period of time
Hiding at a certain place
I miss someone who stands on the way I came from and who stands on the way out
The person who makes me care about you
But
When I dream about you, where are you? . .
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It’s just the flow of water that is ruthless
The passage of time
Just like the lost youth
4.
In memory Fireflies
Always lingering in dreams
Reluctant to leave
The rain in childhood
Washing away the purity Heart
No sadness
The footsteps of the years
Flow like a river in a hurry
Never look back 8. About praising a happy life Poems from Primary School
Spring is the spirit that opens dreams
Gently, quietly
Dancing with the first rain
< p> Comes gracefullyBrings green novelty
Breath of life
Summer is an angel who feels hope
Charming and Magic
With the blooming of white flowers
The lingering presence of butterflies
Singing briskly
Like a paradise on earth
Autumn is the magician who transforms the breath of nature
The gorgeous and changeable personality
It is the most beautiful symbol of autumn
Every fallen leaf
p>They are all miracles of nature
A hymn of life
Winter is a charming snow girl
Pure and refreshing
The falling snowflakes
are the colorful silk threads danced by the snow girls
are the romantic flying catkins