1. Poems about happiness

Ask me why I want to live in the green mountains, I will smile without answering and my heart will be at ease. The peach blossoms and flowing water disappear, and there is no other world than this world. ——Li Bai's "Dawn" Those who cross the night finally walk towards the dawn, holding frost and thorns in their hands and knocking on the door you have not yet woken up. A happy voice wakes up the earliest rose in your garden

"Before the Mid-Autumn Festival" That night" That night when the thin moon gradually became fuller and rounder. I was in a foreign country. I didn't pick up a glass of wine and drank it. It formed a thick layer of frost. My eyes looked up and my thoughts were farther away than the Song lyrics. I softly recited nursery rhymes from the countryside but couldn't. Dare to say to the moon - "Thousands of miles away ***Chanjuan"

"Autumn" Some feathers and some dead leaves fall into your arms together, like a group of memories that cannot be left behind, falling into the years and turning yellow. The spell and moonlight are pulled back and forth by the fluttering leaves, shaking my solitary lamp in the thick autumn night. Happiness is often like a white snow waiting not far away

"Ear of Grain" That Ear of Grain , keep nodding and thanking, standing in the autumn field, listening to a group of crickets singing hymns, verses originated from the golden color, happiness is born in the depths of the fertile soil, bend my waist into a bow, set up a verse of happiness, shoot an arrow towards the golden future

< p> I hope you like it. In fact, the true meaning of happiness is different for everyone. As long as it is what you want to express, it is the best. 2. Poems about happiness

"Dawn" < /p>

People who cross the night

Finally walk towards the dawn

Holding frost and thorns in hand

Knock on the door that you have not yet woken up

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A sound of happiness

Awakening

The earliest rose in your garden

"The Night Before the Mid-Autumn Festival"

< p> The thin moon gradually becomes fuller

The roundest night

I am in a foreign country

Don’t pick up a glass of wine

Drink it and get tired Into a thick layer of frost

Covering my looking up

The place where I miss you

Farther than Song Ci

I read it softly Nursery Rhymes from the Countryside

But I dare not say it to the moon

- "Thousands of miles away ***Chanjuan"

"Autumn"

Some feathers and some dead leaves

fall into your arms together

Like a group of memories that cannot be left behind

Falling into the years

< p> The yellowing spell and the moonlight

The fluttering leaves

Pulled here and there

In the autumn night

Shaking I am alone with a lamp

And happiness is often like a white snow

Not far away

I have been waiting for a long time

"Ear of Grain" < /p>

The ear of grain keeps nodding in thanks

Standing in the autumn field

Listening to a group of crickets

Singing hymns

The poem comes from the golden color

Happiness is born deep in the fertile soil

Bend my waist into a bow

The poem about happiness

Shoot an arrow to the golden future

I hope you like it. In fact, everyone has different ideas about the true meaning of happiness. As long as it is what you want to express, it is the best 3 .Poems about happiness

1. Fishing in Green Bay in spring, the apricot blossoms are blooming in deep spring. The pond is clear but the water is shallow, and the fish are scattered when the lotus moves.

2. Green ant new fermented wine, small red clay stove. It's snowing tonight, can I have a drink?

3. Coarse clothes are better than silk and cotton. It is neither cold in winter nor cold in spring. Suddenly I see fresh peaches, and then fresh plum blossoms. I can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the four seasons. Fish on one side, wine on the other.

4. Facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming. From tomorrow on, be a happy person. Feed horses, chop firewood, and travel around the world. From tomorrow on, care about food and vegetables. I have a house, facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming. open.

5. The sun is three feet high and I sleep alone. Go home at night and talk to your children in front of the lamp. It is said today, and it is said in ancient times. It is not a god, but it is like a god.

6. Winter is coming again with heavy snowfall. Sighing that it is easy to grow old in life, it is better to build a comfortable house with music, chess, calligraphy and painting hanging on the top, and fishing, reading, farming and woodworking at the bottom.

7. The hut disappears at will, and the mountain road is rugged with few guests.

8. An old friend invited me to Tian’s house with chicken and millet. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.

9. What I see is the nameless grass by the river, and what I hear is the noise of birds at dusk.

10. Ask me why I live in the green mountains, smile and not answer, and my heart will be at ease. The peach blossoms and flowing water disappear, and there is no other world than this world.

11. There are several houses leaning against the mountains and water, and one bullock plows half an acre of field. Harvest is also in the sky, and desolation is also in the sky.

12. Several thatched huts have low eaves. The wind is also shielding, and the rain is also shielding. Three full meals with simple tea and light food are delicious in the morning and sweet in the evening.

13. What I like is the faint green mountains, and what I enjoy is the green water.

14. Spring flowers bloom early, and summer cicadas are noisy on the branches. The yellow leaves are fluttering and autumn is here.

15. Go fishing by the river when you are free, and play the piano when you are bored. Who knows what it feels like to get drunk with music? 4. What are the poems about "happy life"

1. "Passing through the old friend's village"

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

An old friend invites me with chicken and millet To the Tian family.

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.

Translation: An old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse. Green woods surround the village, and green mountains lie outside the city. Open the window and face the vegetable garden of the threshing floor, holding a wine glass in hand and chatting about the crops. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, please come here to enjoy the chrysanthemums.

2. "Autumn Dwelling in the Mountains"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

Translation: The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and the fall of night makes people feel that it is early autumn. The bright moon sheds clear light from the gaps in the pines, and clear spring water flows on the rocks. The noisy sound in the bamboo forest is thought to be the return of the washer girl, and the swaying of the lotus leaves is thought to be wandering up and down the boat. The fragrance of spring may as well be allowed to fade away, but the kings and grandsons of the mountains in autumn can stay for a long time.

3. "Weichuan Tianjia"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

The setting sun shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.

Pheasants and wheat seedlings are everywhere, silkworms are sleeping on mulberry leaves.

Tianfu came to hoe, and we met each other and talked to each other.

This is the time when I am envious and leisurely, and my sadness fades away.

Translation: The village is covered with the afterglow of the sunset, and the cattle and sheep return one after another along the deep alleys. The old man misses his grandson who is grazing, and his stick is waiting for him at the firewood gate of his house. The pheasants crow, the wheat is about to ear, the silkworms are sleeping, the mulberry leaves are already thin. The farmers returned to the village with their hoes in hand, laughing and loving each other. Why don't I envy you for being so comfortable? I couldn't help but chant "The Decline" sadly.

4. "Spring Dawn"

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.

Translation: I was too sleepy in spring to realize that it was already dawn, and what disturbed my deep sleep was the chirping bird. There was constant wind and rain last night. I wonder how many of those beautiful spring flowers were blown down?

5. "Ask Liu Nineteenth"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Green ant new fermented wine, small red clay stove.

It’s snowing in the evening, can you have a drink?

Translation: The light green rice wine is brewed and the small stove is heated. The sky is getting dark and the snow is getting thicker. Can you take a look at the humble house and drink a glass of warm wine? 5. Asking for poems about a happy life.

There are many, many. I will send them to you. There are many peach blossoms in the Book of Songs. The peach blossoms shine brightly.

When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family. The peaches are as beautiful as the peaches.

When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family. The peach is young, its leaves are pure.

When the son returns home, it will be a good time for his family. Many of Li Qingzhao's poems describe family happiness.

In Xiaochong Mountain, when spring comes to Changmen, the grass is green, and some of the red plum blossoms are broken, but they are not evenly blooming. The cage of green clouds grinds the jade into dust, leaving behind the dream of dawn and breaking through the spring.

The shadows of flowers weigh heavily on the door, and the sparse curtains cover the pale moon, making it feel like dusk. In the second year, I lost my job to Dongjun for the third time, and I am returning, intending to spend this spring.

Linjiang Fairy Plum The courtyard is a little deeper, the spring is late in the cloud window and foggy pavilion, who is haggard and loses her beauty. It's good to have clear dreams at night, and it should be from Nanzhi.

The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful. The Qiang pipes in the south tower are no longer playing. Who knows when the strong fragrance blows away? The warm wind will be delayed by the sun, but it will not reach the fatness of the apricot blossoms.

Celebrating the Qing Dynasty slowly, the bans and gates are low, and the railings are cleverly protected, so that they can monopolize the remaining spring. The guest is standing still, showing his innocence in all his grace and grace.

After the flowers have passed, a new look will appear. Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and the moon, long [evil belt] Dongjun.

Beside the east city, on Nanmo, there is the Zhengri Hengchi Pavilion, where people race on the incense wheel. When the feast is over, who can succeed Fang Chen? It's better to be in the palace of bright light. A few branches are close to the sun and even out. The golden statue falls down, and all the candles are used up, regardless of the dusk.

Li Shangyin - "Two Untitled Poems" The phoenix tail incense is several layers thin, and the dome of green text is cracked in the middle of the night. Fan Cai Yue's soul can't hide its shame, the car is driving away and the sound of thunder can't make sense.

It used to be lonely, golden embers dark, no news, pomegranate red. The spots are only tied to the shore of the weeping poplar trees, and there is a good wind in the southwest.

The heavy curtains go deep into the Mochou Hall. After lying down, the night is long and thin. The career of a goddess is just a dream, and the sister-in-law has no husband in her home.

If the wind and waves don’t believe that the water chestnut branches are weak, who will teach the moon dew that the osmanthus leaves are fragrant. It is clear that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness.

Li Shangyin——"Untitled" Last night the stars and the wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang. There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.

Separate seats are provided with spring wine to warm them, and the partitions are covered with wax-covered lamps. Sighing, I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's request. I walked around Malantai and turned around.

Li Shangyin - "Untitled" It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.

When I look in the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue birds are eager to visit.

"Untitled" Li Shangyin came with empty words and left without a trace, the moon was setting at five o'clock upstairs. The dream is so far away that it is difficult to recall it, and the book is hastily turned into ink.

The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus. Liu Lang already hated Pengshan for being far away, and even more so because he was separated by 10,000 layers of Pengshan.

A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond. The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.

The Jia family peeked behind the curtain of Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of Wei Wangcai. In the heart of spring, don't let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.

A sentimental spring evening, but the night is dark for a while. The sound of the building will make you feel timid when climbing up, and the curtain will be too warm to feel uncomfortable.

I am so ashamed of the hairpin and the swallow, I am really ashamed of the Luan in the mirror. Returning to Hengtang at dawn, Hua Xing gave me a precious saddle.

Wherever the mourning kites are in charge, the cherry blossoms are always hanging on the banks of the alleys. The old daughter of the owner is not for sale, and it is three and a half months during the day.

Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and we are watching from the same wall after the Qingming Festival. Returning to the fifth watch, the swallows in Liangjian sighed after hearing this.

Untitled There was a date when Chinese Valentine's Day came, and the curtains of the wedding room are still hanging down. The moon is like a rabbit's new soul, but the iron net coral has no branches.

Check and Shenfangjiao is stationed in the scene, and collect the phoenix paper to write about lovesickness. The internal biography of Emperor Wu is clearly there, but the world always doesn't know.

Untitled The smoke and fog stir up the fog, and every time you lean on it, thousands of threads flicker into the sunlight. In order to repay the travellers, I gave them all my farewells, half staying to see them off and half welcoming them back.

Untitled I looked in the mirror secretly at the age of eight and realized that I could already draw my eyebrows. When I was ten years old, I went on an outing and wore Xiaorong as my skirt.

Twelve years of learning to play the zither, the silver armor has never been removed. Sixteen relatives are hidden in the fourteenth year, and it is known that she is still unmarried.

Weeping in the spring breeze on the fifteenth day, the swing falls on the back. Fan Chengda of the Tian family works in the fields during the day and weaves hemp at night. The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.

The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. Indicating to the King of Chang'an Wang Anshi It is not light to say goodbye when a young man is young, but it is also sad to meet again when we are old.

The hasty cups and plates offer laughter, and the dim light talks about life. Self-pity is separated by the lake and the sea for three years, and it travels thousands of miles like dust and sand.

If you want to know when the later period will be, I will send you a letter to see Yan Nan Zheng. Returning Home Wang Mian My mother was originally strong, but this year she said she was dizzy.

Gu Lian is a guest, and he especially likes his grandson who is a scholar. New business lights, Sangma old village.

Taiping has beautiful customs and there is no need to close the door. Asked why I wanted to live in the green mountains, I smiled without answering and my heart was at ease.

The peach blossoms and flowing water disappear, and there is no other world than this world. ——Li Bai Xin Qiji Qing Ping Le·Village Dwelling The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.

Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk. Whose old lady is white-haired? The older child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving chicken coops; the younger child is most fond of rogues, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.

Du Fu's Visitor Arrives. There is spring water in the south and north of the house, but I see a flock of gulls coming day by day. The flower path has never been swept by visitors, and now the gate is opened for you.

Plate meals are far from delicious, while bottle restaurants are poor and only have old fermented grains. He is willing to drink with his neighbor, calling across the fence to finish the rest of the cup.

Tao Yuanming Drinking The house is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses. I ask you how you can do it, but your mind is far away and you are biased.

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see Nanshan Mountain. The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth.

There is a true meaning in this, but I forgot to explain it. Useful sentences to explain happiness using ancient poems. Happiness is the kind of surprise that comes when "a long drought is met by sweet rain, or when you meet an old friend in a foreign land."

Happiness is the kind of relief that "when the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the bushes". Happiness is the warmth of "having close friends all over the world" and "travelling from thousands of miles away".

Happiness is the kind of comfort that "the spring breeze is proud of the horseshoes, and you can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day". Happiness is the kind of boldness that "can be the best" and "read all the beauty of the world".

Happiness is the beauty of "the willow wind blowing on your face without chilling" and "everything is always spring". Happiness is the kind of harmony where "my own new words have the most delicate rhyme, Xiaohong sings in a low voice and I play the flute".

Happiness is the kind of leisure that "the shepherd boy returns and rides on the back of the cow, playing the piccolo without any tune". Happiness is the kind of scenery that "in the past I rode a horse, but now I drive thousands of horses to come".

Happiness is the kind of freedom and ease that "the ocean is wide enough for fish to jump, and the sky is clear enough for birds to fly". Happiness is the kind of luck that "everywhere you go, you meet people who are happy and happy, and you always see each other as a peaceful person."

Happiness is the magnanimity of "Drinking wine in Dongmengu, my heart is as light as a feather".

Happiness is the broad-mindedness of "a little bit of awe-inspiring energy, a thousand miles of joyful wind".

Happiness is the elegance of "drinking good wine until you are slightly drunk, and seeing the beautiful flowers half blooming". Happiness is the refreshing feeling of "the water on the lotus is fragrant, and the bamboo is filled with wind and the fan is cool".

Happiness is the kind of pride that "in the old days, the king and his wife flew into the homes of ordinary people." Happiness is the tenderness of "being married as husband and wife, and loving each other without doubt".

Happiness is the feeling of "without the wings of a colorful phoenix in the body, but with a clear understanding in the heart". Happiness is "Tonight I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new and green." 6. Poems or famous aphorisms about "happiness"

< Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming>

Haizi

From tomorrow on, be a happy person

Feed horses, chop firewood, travel around the world

From tomorrow on, care about food and vegetables

I have a house facing the sea, with flowers blooming in spring

From tomorrow on, I will write to every relative

Tell them about my happiness

That happy lightning told me

I will tell everyone

Give every river and every mountain a warm name

Stranger, I Blessings for you too

May you have a brilliant future

May your lover eventually get married

May you be happy in the world

< p> I just want to face the sea and the flowers are blooming in spring

As long as you have one reasonable thing to do, your life will be particularly beautiful - Einstein Science is by no means selfish. Those who are fortunate enough to be able to devote themselves to scientific research should first use their knowledge to serve mankind - Marx, even if he becomes a handful of dirt, as long as it is paved on the road to truth, let his own knowledge be used. The companions strode forward, which was also the greatest happiness - Wu Yunduo was the only revolutionary who could bring happiness to everyone no matter whether he was alive or dead - Lu Xun The cow eats grass and the horse eats food. The cow enjoys the least and contributes the most. , so it is better to be a scalper. I am willing to be a scalper for the rest of my life. ——Wang Jinxi People find happiness in performing their duties, but they feel happy without it. , to do nothing is to drive an empty car, that is to say, in vain. —— Rozov My art should only benefit the poor. What a happy moment when I can get close to this point. How happy I should be! - Beethoven creates, or brews the future creation. This is a necessity: happiness can only exist when this necessity is satisfied - Romain Rolland. * Enjoy, the more its value increases. —— Morimura Seiichi The bounden duty of scientists calls us to continue to strive to completely reveal the mysteries of nature. Mastering these secrets can benefit mankind in the future —— Joliot Curie Only the entire human race. Your happiness is your happiness. - Dietzgen If one day, I can contribute to the interests of our public, I will consider myself the happiest person in the world - Gogol. Personal pain and joy must be integrated into the pain and joy of the times - Ai Qing'an has thousands of buildings, and all the poor people in the world are happy - Du Fu has a lofty ideal, even in the most difficult times. time, I will also feel happy. ——Xu Teli Of course a writer must make money to live and write, but he should never live and write to make money. ——Marx Sudden death is not very painful, but long-term exhaustion is really unbearable. ——Anonymous Happiness, if it only belongs to me, the property of one person among thousands of people, then get away from me! —— Belinsky The struggle for happiness, no matter how difficult it is, is not a pain, but a joy, not a tragedy, but a drama. ——Chernyshevsky The vulgar goals that people strive for-property, vanity, luxurious life-I have always found them despicable. —— Einstein It is a myth to want happiness without paying any price. ——Xu Teli When a person plans exclusively for himself, his desire to pursue happiness can only be satisfied in very rare circumstances, and it is never beneficial to himself or others. ——Engels If you seek happiness among wealth, power, honor and exclusive love, you will not only not get happiness, but you will definitely lose happiness. ——Leo Tolstoy Happiness exists in life, and life exists in labor. ——Leo Tolstoy Happy families are all alike, and every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. ——Leo Tolstoy Happiness does not depend on external causes, but depends on our attitude towards external causes. A person who is used to hard work cannot be unhappy. ——Leo Tolstoy Happiness does not manifest itself in causing even a small amount of pain to others, but manifests itself in directly contributing to the joy and happiness of others. It seems to me that it can be most succinctly expressed in this respect as follows: Happiness consists in refraining from evil, in forgiving, and in loving others.

——Leo Tolstoy