Row like this

Weather-beaten, blind, colorful and useless. Half-hearted, dazzling over time.

Precisely

Frosted leaves are redder than flowers in February.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Tang Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"

I stopped the car because I like to enjoy the night view of Fenglin. Frosted maple leaves are even hotter than flowers in February.

[Appreciation] This poem is about autumn scenery seen in the mountains, and the last two sentences are particularly beautiful. Therefore, Huang Sheng's "Don't Find Gold in Tang Poetry" says that "there is a picture in the poem" and it is a "travel map of autumn mountains". The word "sit" in the poem is interpreted as solving, not sitting down. "Frost leaves are redder than February flowers" has been praised as a "true sentence" by predecessors, because it fulfilled the previous meaning and showed us a maple forest in autumn. You see, under the autumn sun, the maple leaves are about to drip, and the layers of forest are all dyed, which is more beautiful than the spring flowers in February! Through this piece of red, people see that autumn has the charm of spring. Can you not feel relaxed and happy and linger?

Far from Hanshan, there are people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

2. What is the sentence about "concealing"

1. The truth will come out eventually, and the secret can't be hidden for long. -Shakespeare

2. People who are always willing to reveal themselves in front of honest people, and have nothing to hide, are truly honest people. La Rochefoucauld

No one can hide his affair. Although his mouth can remain silent, his fingers will be talkative. -Freud

4. I firmly believe that my world is completely black or completely white, deliberately hiding the existence of the other half. xia mingyou

Laziness and poverty are always humiliating, so everyone will try their best to hide their property from others and their laziness from themselves. Samuel Johnson

6. We only have lies, which are inconsistent and inconsistent, and hide our disguise from ourselves. -Blaise Pascal

7. Not reporting doesn't mean hiding, not looking for you doesn't mean not loving you, and not wanting to tell everything doesn't mean not respecting you. -Pure black

8. I was covered up by the world and turned around and was knocked down by myself. Starting with the trumped-up charges, it's simple and complicated. -Cangyang Jiacuo

9. The so-called "decent" world is only half of the world, and there are other contents in this world. But people attribute all this to the magic way, and the other half of the whole world is covered up. Hermann Hesse

10. Almost all happy marriages are negotiated and measured, and all suspicious marriages are deliberately concealed. Tu Lei

3. What are the poems about "cheating"?

Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot.

We are born from the same root. What's the hurry?

Boiled beans are used as soup and fermented into juice.

Honey burns under the pot, and beans cry in the pot.

We are born from the same root, so why rush to speculate with each other?

cheat

Pinyin: q and pi à n

Interpretation: Deception, fraud, concealing the truth with false words and deeds, make people fall for it.

Source: Ming Dong Qichang's "Sacrificing Yuan Huan Gong to the Star": "Shangguan Baixiang derailed, that is, he was considered by his teacher Lu Gong (Yuan Keli)." Huang Qing Liu Hong's "Fu Hui Quan Shu Zheng Ban Fake Silver": "There are traitors who set up stoves and specialize in fake silver to deceive fools."

Make sentences:

1. Some cadres resort to deceit and cheat their superiors, and should be severely punished.

Liars cheat good people with all kinds of tricks.

Don't deceive everyone with false lies.

There has been no result, and I begin to wonder if they are lying to me.

All those who cheat the people will be abandoned by the people.

4. What are the poems about lying?

1, people have no faith and don't know what they can do. -Confucius "The Analects of Confucius Politics in the Spring and Autumn Period"

I really don't know what to do if a person doesn't keep his word. It is not good to say that people are not trustworthy.

2, the sky can be measured, the earth can be measured, and only the human heart can't be prevented. But seeing Dan Cheng as blood, who knows that false words are like a spring. -Tang Bai Juyi, "The Degree of Heaven".

Translation: the size of the sky and the vastness of the earth are still measurable; It's just that people are unpredictable and hard to prevent. It seems sincere, but all good words are lies.

3. Without strong will, there will be no wisdom, and without faith, there will be no success-Chunqiu Mozi.

Translation: it means that people who are not strong-willed will not understand wisdom; A man who breaks his word will accomplish nothing.

4. Without loyal people, you can't stand on the world. -Cheng Yi's "Celebrity Proverbs" in the Northern Song Dynasty

It means that people can't stand on the world without loyalty and credibility.

5, but sincerity can top the sky, but reality can top the sky. -Modern Cai E's Celebrity Proverbs

Only honesty can break the hypocrisy under the sun, and only reality can break the illusion under the sun.

5. What poems describe falsehood?

1, how to cover up changeable feelings, and what hypocrisy can last? -Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters and Nine Sadnesses Returning to the Air"

Interpretation: How to hide the secrets of all kinds of changes, and how long will hypocrisy last?

2, will see Wu Bangru Lu Guo, Lu Duo gentleman is not hypocritical. -Shishi Tang's "Two Rivers"

Interpretation: It is foreseeable that Wu Bangding will be like Lu, mostly a gentleman rather than a hypocritical villain.

3, another breath, eyes still very hypocritical. -Wei's "The Second Rhyme Yu Yongkang, Living in the Home"

Interpretation: There are always small people who are willing to tolerate deception. No matter where they look, they can always see their hypocrisy.

4. Believe that smart people are hypocritical, while simple people are pure all day. -Yao Mian's Gift to Ancient Philosophers

Interpretation: People who always listen to sweet words are hypocritical, and only simple people can make people in the world honest and loyal.

It was true at the beginning of the year, but it was hypocritical. -Yuan Xie's Two Poems by Wu Nephew

Interpretation: the most primitive thing is honesty, and when it is wrong, it becomes hypocrisy.

6, the owner is honest and virtuous, and there is no hypocrisy in drowning. -Zeng Xie's Wang Yanbi, Anji Chengtang, Zhenqingxuan and Shen Wenboyun.

Interpretation: The master's personality is lofty and wise, and life is hard without hypocrisy.

7, the letter is destroyed, hypocrisy is appropriate. -Dong Fangshuo's "seven suggestions"

Interpretation: Honest and clean officials are discredited, while hypocritical and flattering people are famous.

8, slander people, the chaos of the four countries. -anonymous "green fly"

Interpretation: treacherous and hypocritical villains, without virtue and action, disturb the peace in all directions.

9, the imperial concubine Hu Xuan messed up your heart, died and abandoned Ma Wei. -Bai Juyi's Hu Xuannv

Interpretation: An Lushan, who is hypocritical and treacherous, confuses Xuanzong's eyes with Hu Xuanwu, making him unable to tell right from wrong. So much so that the rebels crossed the Yellow River that he still didn't believe that An Lushan had rebelled. Yang Yuhuan went into exile with Li Longji in Shu, passing through ant post station, and the imperial army defected.

10, so there are gentlemen and villains, and virtue is bad luck. -Han Yu's The Original Way

Interpretation: As the old saying goes, there is a gentleman's way, a hypocritical villain's way, and virtue is good and fierce.

6. What are the poems that hide themselves and don't want to show up?

1. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar and didn't let us see it.

2. Hiding in a small building becomes unified, regardless of winter in Xia Chunqiu.

Lu Xun

What do you want from the delivery of the canopy, but you dare not turn over and meet each other.

A broken hat covers the downtown, and a leaky boat carries wine.

Fierce-browed, I coolly defy a thousand pointing fingers, Head-bowed, like a willing ox I serve the children.

Hiding in the small building into a unified, regardless of winter Xia Chunqiu.

Lu Xun (188 1 September 25th-19361October19), formerly known as Zhou Zhangshou, later renamed Yushan, later changed to Yucai, "Lu Xun" is his1. A famous writer and thinker, an important participant in the May 4th New Culture Movement and the founder of modern literature in China. Mao Zedong once commented: "Lu Xun's direction is the direction of the new culture of the Chinese nation."

Lu Xun has made great contributions in many fields, such as literary creation, literary criticism, ideological research, literary history research, translation, introduction of art theory, introduction of basic science and research on ancient books collation. He had a great influence on the development of China's social ideology and culture after the May 4th Movement, and enjoyed a high reputation in the world literary world, especially in the fields of Korean and Japanese ideology and culture. He is known as "the writer who occupied the largest territory on the East Asian cultural map in the 20th century".

Pipa pipa led Bai Juyi to the Tang Dynasty.

In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.

We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushed the strings, slowly twisted, swept and plucked, first the air in the rainbow skirt, then the six small ones. Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.

Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile. Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music. Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you. ... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder. Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.

Bai Juyi (772 -846), a native of Xinzheng, Henan Province, was born in Taiyuan, Lotte, Xiangshan, and drunk. [1] A great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty, one of the three great poets in the Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen jointly advocated the New Yuefu Movement, and together with Liu Yuxi, they were called the "Bai Yuan" and "Bai Liu" of the world.

Bai Juyi's poems have a wide range of themes, diverse forms and simple and popular language, and are known as "the poet's magic" and "the king of poets". Official to Hanlin bachelor, Zuo Zanshan doctor. In 846 AD, Bai Juyi died in Luoyang and was buried in Xiangshan. Up to now, there are Bai's "Changqing Collection", and the representative works include Song of Eternal Sorrow, Charcoal Man, Pipa Travel and so on.