A scholar will die if he knows oneself

A person who knows oneself in the sea will be like a neighbor to the end of the world (Wang Bo, Tang Dynasty)

A husband should have a close friend, so that he can be content in the world (Tang Dynasty, Zhang Wei)

The most valuable thing in life is to know a close friend, and he can meet flesh and blood relatives all over the world (Tang Dynasty, Li He)

How many people can you count among your closest friends in your life? (Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty)

I want to play the piano, but I hate not knowing how to appreciate the music (Meng Haoran, Tang Dynasty)

High mountains and flowing water cannot be listened to unless I have a close friend (Wen Tianxiang, Song Dynasty)

Knowing oneself shows sincerity and sincerity (Song Dynasty, Wen Tianxiang)

Those who are united in kindness and virtue are called knowing oneself; those who are united heart-to-heart are said to be intimate friends --- (Ming Dynasty, Feng Menglong)

One person knows oneself Zu Pingsheng (Zhao Yi, Qing Dynasty)

Reward a friend with great ambition

It is not difficult to die for a friend, but it is difficult to find a friend worth dying for (UK)

The so-called friendship is one heart in two bodies (Europe)

The same voice corresponds to the same spirit and the same spirit seeks each other

Comparing the same kind to the same voice Correspondingly, the solid principles of nature are also

Those who are aspiring to the Tao will have few friends, and those who are pursuing profit will have many friends

Those who have the same ambition will not let the mountains and seas be far away; the Tao is good. Those who are wise should not consider being close at hand (Jin Dynasty Ge Hong)

People with the same voice will respond to each other, and people of the same heart will understand each other (Jin Dynasty Fu Xuan)

Choose friends slowly and change friends more quickly Slowness (Franklin)

An ancient poem that describes the true feelings of the world

1. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body.

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. (Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son's Song")

2. Boil the beans and burn the bean sprouts, and the beans weep in the cauldron.

They are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into conflict. (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps of Poetry")

3. When the mother-in-law heard that her daughter was coming, she went out to help the general;

When the sister heard that her sister was coming, she took care of the red makeup;

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When the younger brother heard that his sister was coming, he was sharpening his knife to the pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")

4. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.

I shed tears when I am grateful for the flowers, and I hate others and scare the birds.

The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.

The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope")

5. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and the sound of wild geese is heard in the autumn.

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.

The letter sent was not delivered, and the army was not suspended. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night")

6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I wanted to write a book full of ideas.

I am afraid that I can’t explain it in a hurry, and the travelers have to open it again before leaving. (Zhang Ji: "Autumn Thoughts")

7. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.

I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. (Wang Wei: "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th")

8. During the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, shadows in front of lanterns hugging one's knees accompany the person.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about people traveling far away. (Bai Juyi: "Homesickness on the Winter Solstice Night in Handan")

9. The childish child held up his clothes and asked: Why is it too late to return?

***Who fights for time and wins the silk on the sideburns? (Du Mu: "Going Home")

10. You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown.

Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems: You Come from Hometown") 8. Poems describing true love in the world

A loving mother does not love her son in return.

〖Han〗Liu An: A child born in ten months is generous in kindness, but repayment in three lifetimes is light. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety" A three-inch-foot-long baby has ten and eight years of merit.

"Song of Encouraging Filial Piety" The mother calls the child to lie down when he is dry, while the mother sleeps wet when the child poops. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety" The mother is suffering and the child is not seen, the child is tired and the mother is uneasy.

"Song of Encouraging Filial Piety" My mother is one hundred years old, and she often prays to her eighty-year-old son. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety" The prodigal son does not feel cold when the loving mother is in front of you.

"Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety" A thousand loves, a thousand kindnesses, a hundred hardships, who knows my parents who love me? "Children's Talk" The white-headed old mother cries behind the door, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt and leaving them unbroken. 〖Tang〗 Han Yu The mother's instrument hangs down, and the tube shines brightly, and the light shines in Wusu on the silent night stand.

"Collection of Proverbs" The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wanderer. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. 〖Tang〗 Meng Jiao In the past, Meng's mother chose a neighbor.

If you don’t learn, you will lose your chance. "Three Character Classic" Paper Boat (For Mother) Bing Xin I never abandon a piece of paper, I always keep it - keep it, fold it into a small boat, and throw it from the boat into the sea.

Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind. Some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.

I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged, always hoping that one of them will flow to where I want him to go. Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it came into your dream for no reason.

This is what your beloved daughter folded with tears in her eyes, across thousands of rivers and mountains, asking it to carry her love and sorrow back home. The Wanderer's Song Meng Jiao The thread in the hands of a loving mother, The clothes on the Wanderer's body.

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late. Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

Meng Jiao, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty, lost his father very early and was dependent on his mother. He studied hard since he was a child and took part in the imperial examinations many times, but failed many times. He was in his forties and became a county magistrate. This poem was written after Meng Jiao became a county magistrate, recalling the past and having many thoughts.

Maternal Love (Poetry) Source of the article: "Holy Maternal Love" Maternal love, maternal love that does not pick on children, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, maternal love, sublime and great maternal love, infinite loyalty, no matter you are peaceful, restless, no matter you fail, Successful maternal love will be with you if you fail. Successful maternal love will be with her everywhere. She is the one who accompanies you through life. She is the dragon and phoenix that flies into the world. She is the dragon and phoenix that sets the sky apart. If you don’t understand maternal love, you will lose the true meaning of life. If you forget maternal love, you will be a high-ranking official with a rich salary and a cold body with cold blood. How can a mother find peace when she is trapped in poverty? Use our hands to dye the radiant color. Use every love to expand the overall prosperity. Caring for the mother is also the sublimation and purification of you and me. Try to dry the tears for the mother and enjoy the gorgeous magnificence! Holding hands and looking into each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, the short dream is empty and spring is empty, it is difficult to follow the horse's footsteps; there are many mountains, many rivers, flying catkins and flowing clouds from west to east, where can the music and books pass through.

One place is lovesickness, two places are idle sorrow. Red beans are grown in the southern country, and they are the most lovesick.

Jiangnan has nothing, just send a spring branch. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk.

Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart.

Outside the setting sun, jackdaws are swarming, and water flows around the isolated village. At this moment of ecstasy, the sachet is secretly released, and the Luo belt is lightly divided; the man wins the brothel but survives in name only.

When will we see you again? The upper sleeves are stained with cry marks. From the injured place, Gaocheng can be seen, and the lights are already dusk.

It is a pity that the passing of time brings sorrow and wind and rain, especially for trees! Who is Qian, in exchange for the red scarf and green sleeves, the heroic tears! The smoke of treasure seals disappears the dragon and the phoenix, and the clouds on the painted screen lock Xiaoxiang. The cold night is slightly transparent and the clothes are thin, making you think endlessly! You are also silent and I am silent too. There is a nameless river flowing silently between us. You don’t say it and I don’t say it either. Let the white clouds of longing float quietly by. Let’s go. In front, there is a small bridge on the river with jagged water plants on the left and right. Flowing around. My fair lady, I have been longing for it. I can’t get it, I have been thinking about it for a long time. It’s leisurely and leisurely. Tossing and turning. The water-lily seeds are mixed, and I pick them from the left and right. The fair lady, I play the piano and the harp. After that, the crowd looked for her thousands of times, and suddenly looking back, she found that person in a dimly lit place.

The oldest love poem: Adam, would you like an apple? When the spring silkworm dies, its silk will be exhausted, and when the wax torch turns to ashes, the tears will dry up. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it be in the morning and evening? There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear connection in the heart. Since ancient times, there is no more hatred, and this hatred is endless. At the end of the period, the clothes are getting wider and I have no regrets. People who have disappeared for Yi ask the world haggardly. What is love? It teaches life and death to be together. Rather than displaying it on the cliff for thousands of years, it is better to cry on the shoulder of your lover for one night! The water is full of water, and the pulse is speechless. You think of it as a rock, and I think of it as a pampas grass, and the pampas grass is like silk. The rock has no movement, the mountain has no edges, and the heaven and the earth are united. I dare to be with you. I originally wanted to be with you. Gratitude is so difficult that I don’t blame nature for playing tricks on people. I only lament that beauty has a long life and a thin heart. My heart is broken and my heart has ended. The fate is shallow and the fate is deep. God only wishes to stay with us through suffering in this life in exchange for continued mandarin ducks in the next life. If you were the moon, I would just slide by your side. Although the meteor moves very fast and hastily, it actually does not want to leave the moon, and the moon's purity and brightness make it linger. . But there is no trajectory of meteors around the moon. Distance and reality have destined us to be destined to be different! The flowers are ready to be cut off when they bloom, but don’t wait until there are no flowers left to cut off the branches! If there is love, the end of the world is also close. If there is no love, the end of the world is also close. There is no grass anywhere in the world. Don't give up a forest for a single tree. In the sky, I want to be a winged bird, and on the ground, I want to be a twig. My hair is covering my forehead for the first time, The play in front of Zhehua. The man comes riding a bamboo horse and goes around the bed to make green plums. They live together for a long time, and the two children are guessing. Tang Wan's "The Hairpin-Headed Phoenix" The world is thin and human beings are evil. When the rain comes at dusk, flowers tend to fall.

At dawn, the wind has dried, and there are still traces of tears. I want to write down my thoughts and speak alone on the side rails. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing.

The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark, I am afraid of being asked, so I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. Hide it, hide it, hide it! "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" by Lu You Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls.

The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, and a person is full of melancholy, leaving him alone for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw.

The peach blossoms are falling, the pavilion is idle, although the mountain alliance is still there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo! The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of longing for two people, and there is no way to eliminate this feeling. I just lower my brows, but it is in my heart - "One Cut Plum", Li Qingzhao. I want to know you, and my life will never fade away.

The mountains have no mausoleums, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you! ——"Shangxie", Han Yuefu folk song.