1. Poems about population

Poems about population 1. Poems about population

Family planning work is difficult in the world,

Basic National policy is as important as a mountain.

Rewards and support are warm-hearted,

The most important thing is to care about the people.

The new trend of marriage and childbearing has entered thousands of families.

Traditional concepts must be changed.

It is the same for boys and girls.

Only children are blooming. .

Have adequate support and security in old age,

Live your old age happily and healthily.

Full range of informed choices,

Happy reproductive health.

Praise for excellent service,

Help people smile.

The whole people participate in family planning affairs,

Family planning draws a new chapter.

End and Beginning (Poetry)

Life,

from birth to death,

is a whole process that goes through different stages.

The end of each stage,

is the starting point of a new stage.

The results of each stage,

are the wealth of the new stage.

The cycle of the end and the starting point goes back and forth,

composes the symphony of the life process,

plays the success, failure, sorrow and joy of life.

Life,

For individuals,

Different characters, temperaments, characteristics and value orientations are developed in the long river of life,

For families,

pursue the perfect dream in emotion and reality, yearn for pure love, and evolve into a colorful ending of ups and downs, joys and sorrows.

For career, after experiencing countless setbacks and failures,

I understand the hardships, twists and turns, pain and joy of victory.

For the motherland,

Under the red flag fluttering in the wind, the wordless love, the sincerity of innocence and the fighting spirit of resilience are expressed with loyalty and pride.

It should be said,

The success of life,

does not depend on the length of life,

does not depend on the level of position,

It is not about the possession of wealth,

It is not about the size of ability,

It is about whether there is a fulfilling spiritual home,

whether there is a true, good and beautiful soul And pursuit,

Will it give out the light and heat to others.

Life,

From death to rebirth,

That is the evolution from body to soul,

That is from matter to spirit of sublimation.

The evolution of the body,

is the transmission of human beings from generation to generation,

the sublimation of the soul,

is the continuation of human civilization.

The body can disappear,

but the soul can always exist.

Although life is short,

but spiritual flowers can

bloom forever

A new life,

Leave a swan song that future generations can read,

To understand the true meaning and mystery of life,

For families,

Relatives and children will see their own life coordinates and value choices from their elders,

The simple and plain, touching legendary stories will be spread.

Regarding career,

Countless people like me will follow the footsteps of our struggles, carry forward the mottos that we have inspired ourselves and others, and explore new worlds we have never known. .

For the motherland,

Thousands of outstanding sons and daughters, people with lofty ideals,

will meditate quietly in front of the wordless monuments of their ancestors,

Recollect the vicissitudes of history and the magnificent picture,

Remember the unyielding backbone, selfless feelings

and unrepentant loyalty.

It should be said that,

the life of a successful person,

is an integration of self-confidence, tenacity, wisdom and strategy,

a heart that can accommodate Traveling all over the world,

the struggle can withstand the ups and downs.

New love friends,

Facing the end and the beginning of life,

What choice should you make.

The earth is round,

the world is flat.

The universe is infinite,

Life is always new.

Let the end and starting point of life

be full of vitality,

build a ladder that keeps climbing.

Let the end and starting point of life,

turn into infinite power to create the miracle of human civilization.

Long live life!

Life is eternal!

Long live the struggle!

Spiritual immortality!

A: Family affairs, state affairs, and world affairs,

B: Family planning is one’s own business,

C: Collective management,

Ding: Want autonomy.

He: Yes! Planned Parenthood Villagers should be autonomous.

2. Poems about population

Family planning work is difficult in the world, and basic national policies are as heavy as a mountain.

Rewards and assistance are warm-hearted, and the most important thing is to care about the people. As the new trend of marriage and childbearing enters thousands of families, the traditional concept must be changed. It is the same for boys and girls, and only children are blooming.

Provide security and support in old age, and spend your old age happily and healthily. Informed choices are comprehensive, and reproductive health is at your heart.

Praise from those who provide excellent service and make the people smile with their help. The whole people participate in family planning affairs, and family planning has opened a new chapter.

Ending and Starting Point (Poetry) Life, from birth to death, is a whole process that goes through different stages. The end of each stage is the starting point of a new stage.

The results of each stage are the wealth of the new stage. The cycle of endings and starting points composes a symphony of life, playing out the successes, failures, sorrows and joys of life.

Life, for individuals, develops different characters, temperaments, characteristics and value orientations in the long river of life; for families, pursuing perfect dreams and longing for pure love in emotions and reality, evolves The ending of clouds and sunshine, joys and sorrows. Regarding career, after experiencing countless setbacks and failures, I understand the hardships, twists and turns, pain and joy of victory in struggle.

For the motherland, under the red flag fluttering in the wind, the wordless love, the sincerity of innocence and the fighting spirit of resilience are expressed with loyalty and pride. It should be said that the success of life does not depend on the length of life, the level of the position, the possession of wealth, or the size of the ability, but on whether there is a fulfilling spiritual home, whether there is a true, good and beautiful soul and pursuit, will it? Give light and heat to others.

Life, from death to rebirth, is the evolution from body to soul, and is the sublimation from material to spiritual. The evolution of the body is the transmission of human beings from generation to generation, and the sublimation of the soul is the continuation of human civilization.

The body can disappear, but the soul can always exist. Although life is short, spiritual flowers can always bloom into a new life. For individuals, they leave a swan song that future generations can chant and read to understand the true meaning and mystery of life. For families, relatives and children will learn from their elders. See your own life coordinates and value choices, and spread the simple and plain, touching legendary stories.

Regarding career, countless people like me will follow the footsteps of our struggles, carry forward the mottos that we have inspired ourselves and others, and explore new worlds we have never known. Regarding the motherland, thousands of outstanding sons and daughters and people with lofty ideals will meditate in silence in front of the wordless monuments of their ancestors, recalling the vicissitudes of history and the magnificent scrolls, and remembering the unyielding backbone, selfless feelings and unrepentant loyalty.

It should be said that the life of a successful person is an integration of self-confidence, tenacity, wisdom and strategy. His mind can accommodate all corners of the world, and his struggle can withstand the ups and downs. Dear friends of new love, what choice should you make when facing the end and the beginning of life.

The earth is round and the world is flat. The universe is infinite and life is always new.

Let the end and starting point of life be full of vitality, and build a ladder that keeps climbing. Let the end and starting point of life turn into infinite motivation to create the miracle of human civilization.

Long live life! Life is eternal! Long live the struggle! Spiritual eternity! A: Family affairs and state affairs are world affairs, B: Family planning is one’s own business, C: Collective management is required, D: Self-governance is required. Together: Yes! Planned Parenthood Villagers should be autonomous.

3. Census Poetry

Census

I suddenly want to look at my household registration book

See where I started from in my life

Look at the lively family back then

What strange names they have changed into

Look at their place of origin

It used to be Sichuan , and later Chongqing, Wansheng

A place that produces coal as well as desire and ashes

A small town, but there are also uneven roads, deep alleys and weird corners

Just like my confused childhood

I was very depressed

Birds are so good

A chirp is the most effective ID card

The sky is its household registration

Now, in the statistical information

I am a migrant who has settled in my hometown:

Middle-aged, Han nationality< /p>

Have a fixed occupation, residence and legal marriage

Although I cannot produce a complete household registration book

My family and I have a simple relationship and can confirm each other

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In fact, my hometown has become more and more like a foreign land

Power has become a huge square

Instincts are openly auctioned like a shopping mall

Cross Everyone who goes up the stairs can feel the power of decorating and hardening grades

But apart from cooperating with the investigation and becoming data

I can't prove or change anything. Including whose innocence

Just like many people

can only regard their hometown as their hometown

4. Ancient poetry, ancient poetry

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..If the love lasts for a long time, how can the love last day and night? The good times are like a dream, and we can't bear to look at the magpie bridge and return home. If our love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night? .. A deep dream, the eighth-sixth son of the Song Dynasty, leaning on the dangerous pavilion, hating the luxuriant grass, shoveling all the luxuriant grass, still living, missing the green grass outside the willow, wearing a red mantle by the waterside after saying goodbye. For a long time, I felt sad and secretly frightened. The sky and Pingting night moon, a deep dream of tenderness in the spring breeze. Unexpectedly, the joy gradually followed the sound of flowing water, the green silk fragrant, the flying flowers, the late mist, the remaining snow, the clear sky, and the oriole's crow.

The place is so cold that I dance and understand how the shadows seem to move in the world. The red pavilion is low and the house is illuminated without sleep. There should be no regrets. When we say goodbye, people have joys and sorrows. The moon has clouds and sunshine. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope people can live thousands of miles forever** *Chanjuan. .. Where at the end of the world are there no fragrant grasses? Butterflies love flowers. In the Song Dynasty, Su Shi's flowers have faded. The red green apricots are flying. When the swallows are flying, the green water is flowing around the branches. There are few willows blowing. Where is the end of the world? The laughter gradually disappeared, the voice became quieter, and the passion became ruthless.

The sorrow is always unknown. Since ancient times, beautiful women have had many lives and have been behind closed doors. ..A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold. Spring Night by Su Shi, Song Dynasty. A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold. The flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. The sound of the singing tube is soft on the balcony. The swing courtyard is dark at night.

..Hongzhao and Zi are nostalgic for Mianchi in the snow and mud. Song Su Shi knows everything about life, just like Feihong stepping on the snow and mud and accidentally leaving his fingers and claws. There is no reason to see the old topic. In the past, it was rugged. Do you still remember the long road, people trapped, and donkeys neighing? ..Looking at each other without words, only tears, a thousand walks across the river. Su Shi, a son of the Song Dynasty, has lived and died for ten years without thinking about himself. He is unforgettable, a lonely tomb for thousands of miles, and words are desolate. Even if we meet, we should not recognize the dust. The face is full of frost, and the dream comes at night and suddenly returns home. The window is in the small building. Dressing up and caring about each other, there is no words, only a thousand lines of tears, which makes the heartbroken every year. The moonlit night is short in Matsuoka.

..It is always suitable to wear light makeup and heavy makeup. It is always suitable to wear light makeup and heavy makeup. ..Looking back, there has always been a desolate place with no wind and rain and no clear wind. Song Su Shi didn't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest. Why not scream and walk slowly with bamboo sticks and mango shoes? Who is afraid of a mist and rain? Looking back to the desolate place, there is no wind, rain or sunshine.

..I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain. Inscribed on Xilinbi by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, it looks like a ridge on the side and peaks on the side. They are different in height from far to near. I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain.

..Go east to the river and sweep away all the heroes of the ages. Nian Nujiao and Red Cliff are nostalgic for the ancient times. Su Shi went east to the river. In this painting, many heroes are thinking about Gong Jin. When Xiao Qiao first married, he was a majestic figure with a feather fan and a silk scarf. When he was chatting and laughing, he was raped and his homeland was reduced to ashes. He was wandering around in a fugue and laughed at me. I was born early and had beautiful hair. The world is like a dream. The moon is still shining brightly. There is no way that the soul cannot be extinguished. The west wind people are thinner than yellow flowers. In the Song Dynasty, Li Qingzhao is intoxicated with mist, thick clouds and sorrow. The festival is the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and the gauze kitchen are cool in the middle of the night. The east fence has opened the wine. After dusk, there is a dark fragrance filling the sleeves. It is impossible not to lose one's soul. The west wind people are thinner than the yellow flowers.

..The eyebrows are lowered but a plum blossom is in the heart. In the Song Dynasty, Li Qingzhao is wearing a red lotus root fragrant and the jade mat is left. In the autumn, Luo Shang is lightly undressed and alone on the orchid boat. Among the clouds, who sends a brocade book to come back with the word "goose". When the moon is full, the flowers on the west floor are full. The floating water flows by itself, a kind of lovesickness in two places and idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows but it comes to my heart. ..Looking for the cold, desolate, desolate, miserable, and slow-voiced Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao, looking for the desolate, desolate, miserable, and miserable Qi Qi It’s hardest to take a breath when it’s warm and still cold, how can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him? The dawn is coming, the wind is rushing, and the geese are passing by. I am sad, but my old acquaintances are all over the ground. The yellow flowers are piled up and haggard. Who is worthy of picking them now? How can I stand alone by the window and watch the black sycamores grow? It also drizzles until dusk. How can I be so sad this time?

..No, no, that, such a desolate me, I am like a dream, Song Li Qingzhao, who is sitting alone with me by the bright window, *** shadow, the two lights are gone, and when I am sleepy, my shadow also casts me away, no, no, What a miserable me. .. A long drought is met with sweet rain, and an old friend is met in a foreign land.

..Everyone sweeps the snow in front of his own door. Don't worry about the frost on other people's tiles. Lin Guangji, Song Dynasty and Huang Yuanliang Everyone sweeps the snow in front of his own door. Don't worry about the frost on other people's tiles.

..Suddenly I looked back and found that person in the dimly lit sapphire case. Song Xin Qiji. The east wind blew the flowers at night and thousands of trees blew down the stars like rain. BMWs carved cars and the fragrance filled the road. The sound of phoenix flute moved the jade pot and the light turned the fish all night long. Dragon dancing moth, snow willow, golden wisps of laughter, filled with dark fragrance, went to look for him in the crowd thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but that person was in the dim light. ..But he said that the weather is cool, he is an ugly slave of autumn. Song Xin, a young man who has lost his illness, did not know the feeling of sorrow and fell in love with a building. He fell in love with a building to compose new words and forced to talk about sorrow. Now he knows all the taste of sorrow. He wants to say it, but he still wants to say it. He still wants to say it, but he says that the weather is cool. An autumn.

..Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three o'clock in the sky, it rains in front of the mountain, the moon in the West River, Song Xin Qiji, the bright moon, farewell branches, startled magpies in the breeze, cicadas chirping in the middle of the night, rice flowers fragrant, talking about a good year, listening to the sound of frogs, seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three o'clock in the rain, in front of the mountain. In the old days, I suddenly saw the bridge on the edge of the forest in Maodianshe. ..Have a son like Sun Zhongmou Nanxiangzi Dengjingkou Beigu Pavilion is pregnant Song Xin Qiji Where can I see China full of scenery Beigu Tower has been ups and downs through the ages Many things have happened endlessly The Yangtze River is rolling and flowing The young man Wan Duo sat down to end the southeast war and the heroes of the world Who can rival him Cao Liu's son should be like Sun Zhongmou.

.. Helpless, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallows return. Huanxisha, Song Dynasty, Yan Shu, a new song, a glass of wine, the weather last year, the old pavilion, when will the sun set, helpless, the flowers fall, the familiar swallows return, the fragrant path of the small garden wanders alone. .. How deep is the courtyard? How deep is it? Tears ask about the flowers. Flowers are silent. Butterflies love flowers. Song Ouyang Xiu. How deep is the courtyard? How deep is the willow heap? At dusk, I have no plan to retain the spring. I ask with tears in my eyes the flowers, silent and red, fly across the swing.

5. What are the popular ancient poems

1. "Jianjia" Pre-Qin Dynasty. Anonymous

Jianjia is green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side.

If you follow it, the road is long and blocked. Traveling back from it, Wan is in the middle of the water.

The leaves are luxuriant, and the white dew is still there. The so-called beauty is on the water.

Follow it back and forth, but the road is blocked and you can advance. If you go back and swim from it, you will feel like you are swimming in the water.

The jianjia is collected, and the white dew has not stopped. The so-called beauty is in the river of water.

Follow it back, but the road is blocked and to the right. If you go back and swim from it, you will be swimming in the water.

2. "Guan Ju" Pre-Qin Dynasty. Anonymous

Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river continent. A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of quarrels.

The waterlilies are mixed and flowing from left to right. A graceful lady, I long for her.

I can’t get what I want, so I sleep hard and think about it. Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning.

Pick the waterlilies from left and right. A graceful lady, she is a friend of the piano and the harp.

There are different kinds of water-lilies, with leaves growing on both sides. The fair lady is played with bells and drums.

3. "Papaya" Pre-Qin Dynasty. Anonymous

Give me papaya and give me Qiongju in return. It's always good to be rewarded by a bandit!

Give me peaches and give me Qiongyao in return.

It's always good to be rewarded by a bandit!

You gave me wood and plums, and you gave me Qiongjiu in return. It's always good to be rewarded by a bandit!

4. "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" by Liu Yong, Song Dynasty

Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking forward to the sorrow of spring, and the sky is gloomy. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word to say who will be silent.

I want to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.

5. "Yu Meiren" Qing Dynasty. Nalan Xingde

Seeing each other again in the depths of Qulan, weeping and trembling. After a desolate farewell, the two echoed each other, and the most overwhelming thing was the sorrow and resentment in the bright moon.

I have slept alone for half my life, and the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. What is the most fascinating thing in my memory? The first thing is to break branches and paint a skirt.

6. "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past.

Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.

The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.

This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.

7. "Jiangchengzi" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.

8. "Climbing the Stork Tower" by Wang Zhihuan of the Tang Dynasty

The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to see a thousand miles away, take it to the next level.

6. Popular aphorisms

The value of life is measured by the work a person has done for the contemporary era.

-- Xu Wei Life should be like a candle, burning from top to bottom, always bright. --Shu Lie Life is like chess, if you make one wrong move, you will lose everything.

-- Freud The gap between heaven and earth in life is like the passing of a white horse, just suddenly. -- (Warring States) Zhuang Zhou The meaning of life does not care about the changes in the outside world, but about the inner experience.

The meaning of life lies in this process. You have to carefully understand and savor every section in this process, whether it is a piece of gold or a piece of iron; you have to understand the full value of each section.

——Zhouzhuang Life is, as usual, a struggle worth fighting for, but its prize is a fight. -- Ralph James Life is a great treasure, and I know how to choose the most precious jewels from this treasure.