1. Poems about ideological and political construction

Poems about ideological and political construction 1. Poems about ideological ambition

"The Road Is Difficult" by Li Bai

< p> If you have ears, don’t wash yourself with Yingchuan water; if you have a mouth, don’t eat Shouyang fern.

Hanguang is so noble and unknown in this world, why should he be so aloof as compared to the clouds and the moon?

I observe that since ancient times, all the wise and virtuous people have died without retreating from their achievements.

Zixu abandoned Wujiang River, and Qu Yuan finally went to Xiangshui River.

How can Lu Jixiong protect himself?

You can hear the chirping of cranes in Huating, but how can the goshawks in Cai Cai be heard?

If you don’t see me, Zhang Han in Wuzhong is called Dasheng, and the autumn wind suddenly reminds me of my trip to the east of the Yangtze River.

Why enjoy a glass of wine before your death and be famous for thousands of years after your death.

"Viewing the Sea" Cao Cao

To the east is Jieshi to view the sea.

How can the water be dull? The mountains and islands are standing tall.

There are many trees and lush grass.

The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising.

The journey of the sun and the moon, if it comes out of it;

Fortunately, it is even a song to celebrate one's aspirations.

Among the ten sentences describing the scene, the first six sentences describe the real scene, and the last four sentences describe the virtual scene. This poem uses scenery to express emotions, and skillfully integrates the sea scenery in front of him and his own ambitions. The poet compares himself with the sea. The broad artistic conception and powerful momentum are also the expression of the poet's broad mind and heroic spirit. The poem is full of passion and the thoughts are very implicit.

Wangyue Du Fu

How about Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still young.

The clock of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dusk.

Stratus clouds grow in the chest, and returning birds enter the canthus.

When you reach the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance.

From these two inspiring and symbolic poems, we can see the poet Du Fu's ambition and spirit of not being afraid of difficulties, daring to climb to the top, and looking down on everything. This is the key to Du Fu becoming a great poet, and it is also indispensable for all people who make a difference. This is why these two lines of poetry have been recited by people for thousands of years and can still arouse strong resonance in us. In the Qing Dynasty, Pu Qilong believed that Du's poems "should be headed by this" and said, "Du Zi's mind and spirit are impressive. Take them as a scroll and stand tall as a town." ("Reading Du Xinjie") It is from this point of view. Focus on the symbolic meaning of the two poems. This is consistent with Du Fu's "comparison between Ji and Qi" in politics, and his "Qi Piao Qu Jia Lei, short sight Cao Liu Qiang" in creation. This poem was praised as the "swan song" by later generations, and was carved into a stone tablet and erected at the foot of the mountain. Undoubtedly, it will live forever with Mount Tai.

Li Bai

Those who abandon me will not be able to keep yesterday’s day.

Those who mess up my heart will have many worries today.

The long winds send autumn geese away for thousands of miles, and you can enjoy this in high spirits.

The Penglai article is built with bones in mind, with small Xie in the middle and clear hair.

We are all full of joy and hope, and want to go up to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon.

Cutting off the water with a knife will make it flow even more, and raising a cup will make the sorrow go away.

If life is not satisfactory, the Ming Dynasty will be ruined.

Climbing Feilai Peak Wang Anshi

Climbing the Qianxun Pagoda on Feilai Mountain, I heard the rooster crow and saw the sun rising.

Don’t be afraid of the floating clouds covering your eyes, because you are at the highest level.

Wang Anshi used scenes to express his emotions in "Climbing Feilai Peak" to express his lofty political ambitions of being full of confidence and determined to reform.

2. Ancient poems describing thoughts

"Cicadas"

King Luo Bin of the Tang Dynasty

The cicadas sing in the western continent, and the guests in the southern crown think. Deep.

I can’t bear the shadow of the mysterious temples, so I come to confront the white head.

It is difficult to fly in due to the heavy dew, and it is easy to sink when the wind blows.

No one believes in nobleness. Who cares about appearance and heart?

"Song of Lime"

Ming Yu Qian

Thousands of hammers carved out the deep mountains, and the fire burned them as if it were nothing.

The bones were broken into pieces. Don't be afraid, keep your innocence in the world.

Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossoms"

There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.

I know from a distance that it is not snow, but only the plum blossoms. There is a faint fragrance coming.

Zheng Xie's "Bamboo and Stone"

Firmly insist on not letting go of the green mountains, and the roots are still in the broken rocks.

Still strong after countless hardships , let the wind blow from east to west, from north to south.

Bamboo

Zheng Banqiao (Zheng Xie)

One section after another, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves.

< p> Since I don’t bloom, I don’t want to attract bees and butterflies.

The green bamboo is half-contained, and the new shoots are just emerging from the wall.

The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance. .

Bai Juyi's Ode to Bamboo

There is no need to cut it into a phoenix tube, or cut it into a fishing rod.

After the thousands of flowers and grass wither, they are left to look in the snow. .

"Chrysanthemum" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty

The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually sloping.

It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no more flowers after all the flowers have bloomed.

Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty

Orchid Cao

The orchids spread their fragrance.

If you don't pick it but wear it, what harm will you do to the orchid?

Today's spin is like this.

I travel all over the world, spending the days and years.

Snow Frost trades, the luxuriance of buckwheat.

If the child is not hurt, I will not admire it.

The luxuriance of buckwheat, the luxuriance of buckwheat.

A gentleman's injury is a gentleman's protection.

3. Poems describing thoughts

Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, and a heart of ice is in a jade pot. ——Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower"

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. ——Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night"

The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the Pass of the Han Dynasty, the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. ——Wang Changling's "Two Poems from the Fortress"

The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. —— Du Fu's "Spring Hope"

I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love for you. ——Li Zhiyi's "Businessman·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River"

When a young boy leaves home and his elder brother returns home, his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded. ——He Zhizhang's "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown·Part One"

The book is as affectionate as an old friend, and the joy and sorrow in the morning and dusk are like each other. ——Yu Qian's "Guanshu"

We look at each other without knowing each other, and sing long songs to cherish the flowers. ——Wang Ji's "Ambition"

Don't return to your hometown before you are old. Returning to your hometown requires breaking your heart. ——Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·Everyone says Jiangnan is good"

The sky is vast and the feeling of hometown is strong. ——Zhang Jiuling's "Night Walk on the Xijiang River"

Infinite tears in rivers and mountains, who said the world is broad! It is known that the road to the spring is close, and it is difficult to leave my hometown. —— Xia Wanchun's "Farewell to the Clouds"

I don't know where to play the reed pipe, and all the people are looking for their hometowns overnight. ——Li Yi "Listening to the Flute in Shoujiang City at Night"

Starting in the morning to recruit priests, travelers mourn their hometown. ——Wen Tingyun's "Morning Journey to Shangshan"

The crouching dragon and the leaping horse end in the loess, and the human affairs news and books are full of loneliness. ——Du Fu's "Night in the Pavilion"

Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past. ——He Zhizhang's "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown"

As we watch this spring pass, we wonder when it will be the New Year. ——Du Fu's "Two Quatrains"

I miss my hometown tonight, and I miss another year of frost on my temples. —— Gao Shi's "Great Night Works"

4. Modern Poems about Thought

"Under the Full Moon" The moonlight is all over the ground in the afterglow, and no one is cleaning it, so fold a wider one The lotus leaf, wrapped in a piece of moonlight, went back and was sandwiched in Tang poetry.

Flat, like pressed lovesickness... The moonlight has the fragrance of lotus leaves. "Nostalgia" When Yu Guangzhong was a child, homesickness was like a small stamp. I was here and my mother grew up there. When I grew up, homesickness was a narrow boat ticket. I was here and the bride came over there. Nostalgia is a short grave. I am outside and my mother is inside, but now homesickness is a shallow strait. I am on this continent and on that other side. Homesickness. The song of Xi Murong's hometown is a clear and distant flute, which always sounds on moonlit nights.

The appearance of my hometown is one of vague melancholy, as if waving goodbye in the fog. After parting, homesickness is like a tree without annual rings, it will never grow old.

The heavy dreams of the fragrant rice season hang in the vast fields. The fragrant breeze blows away the intoxicating heart dreams of the farmers. It is not the lingering golden waves in the festive atmosphere. In the bosom of the water town, people are here just like drinking a thousand cups of fine wine——When the fertile fields are filled with fragrance. Climb to the Wangxiang Terrace at the foot of the mountains and step into the distance to look at the sky. A touch of cloud and wind brings local sounds to you. There is no Lin Tao on the mountain road around you. There is only one road in my hometown that is winding and narrow, leading directly to the Wangxiang Terrace. I see the mountains and water in my hometown, I see the willows and locust trees in my hometown, and the pine tree in front of my home still looks like my grandma. It has been thousands of miles away from home in the blink of an eye. I feel homesick every year and never let go. Come to Wangxiang Terrace 1 and think of my hometown. I miss my hometown inexplicably. Hometown is an old wine brewed by wanderers from millet. The older it is and the longer it is left, the more mellow the wine tastes.

When I think of my hometown, I miss my hometown quietly. Hometown is a delicacy that is full of color, aroma and taste, tempting travelers from far away to taste it.

When I think of my hometown, I miss my hometown silently. Hometown is a fragment of Youzi’s childhood memory. The more Youzi thinks about it, the less he can process the clues, and it becomes increasingly impossible for him to edit out a complete picture.

When I think of my hometown, I miss my hometown deep in my heart. The longer you miss your hometown, the deeper your understanding of your hometown will be, and the greater the impact on your soul.

Hometown, how do tourists miss their hometown? Missing my hometown actually means missing my childhood friends, the old house, and the land. However, what Wanderer misses most is his old parents.

Hometown, missing my hometown, no reason to miss my hometown. Whenever I face the bright moon in the sky, my longing for my hometown comes like a tide, and it is as uncontrollable as a flood.

Hometown, missing my hometown, there is no need for any excuse. Wanderers miss their hometown all the time.

> 2 Mid-Autumn Festival, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, and I miss you. The bright moon hanging high evokes endless thoughts in my heart. The posture of the wanderer looking around is more pious than the appearance of a pilgrim. I look at the same full moon in the distance over the northern country, praying for the day when my hometown will be illuminated. Can a piece of radiance carry back my passionate and wet tears back to Qinghui? I wash my face and a call suddenly rises in my ears. Under the laurel, my mother's kind face is still there. What falls in the fragrance of flowers is my father's thin figure standing in the sunset. The autumn rain is dripping with tenderness. The rising and wandering duckweed holds the thread of longing. As far as the sky is, it will fly out. The wandering footprints extend the bloodline of family love, as deep as the ground is. Carrying this heavy debt, I sigh to the moon, when will it be possible? The slender reflection under the dutiful knee shakes the moonlight all over the ground. The flying eagle flies over the snowfield in my hometown. It was a yearning that has passed through a thousand dreams. I look back to see if the fruit of first love still hangs on the laurel tree of memory. It is fragrant. It is desolate on this moonlit night. The autumn wind makes a floating heart become more and more cool. The mid-autumn moon shines and the drizzle falls all night long. The rising tide in the chest breaks the longing embankment and overflows. 3 The wanderer’s longing misses the mountains of my hometown. The mountains of my hometown are so green. I miss the water of my hometown. The water of my hometown is so green. I miss the clouds of my hometown. The clouds of my hometown are so light. I miss the people of my hometown. The people of my hometown are like that. I miss my parents day by day. I hope that people can be with the green mountains and green waters day by day. The song of Xi Murong's hometown is a clear and distant flute that always sounds on moonlit nights. The appearance of my hometown is one of vague melancholy, as if waving goodbye in the fog.

After parting, homesickness is like a tree without annual rings, it will never grow old.

5. Ancient poems describing politics

Shi'er

(Song Dynasty) Lu You

Death means knowing that everything is in vain,

But the sadness is not the same as in Kyushu.

Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day,

He did not forget to tell Naiwen during family sacrifices

Spring Hope

(Tang Dynasty) Du Fu

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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 am frightened when I hate others.

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.

The envoy to the fortress was Wang Wei

The bicycle wanted to ask about the border, but it belonged to the country and passed by Juyan.

Zheng Peng left Hansai, returned to Yan and entered Hutian.

The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.

When Xiao Guan is waiting to ride (jì), he will protect Yan (yān) Ran.

6. Quotes that establish ideas

Suhomlinsky Since ideas exist in labor, people must rely on labor to survive.

Descartes: When feelings only persuade us to do something that can be delayed, we should restrain ourselves from making any immediate judgments and use other thoughts to calm ourselves until time and rest make the blood flow faster. Emotions completely settled.

Democritus The agreement of thoughts and feelings produces friendship.

Franklin Be sincere; do not deceive; be pure and just in your thoughts: so also in your speech.

Gorky Reason is higher than the heart, and thoughts are more reliable than emotions.

Teacher Ding Rong is a teacher when imparting knowledge, and should be tireless in teaching; when exchanging ideas, he is a comrade, and should be heart to heart; when doing group activities, he is a brother and sister, and should be close to each other. When you care about your classmates, you are also a mother, and you must be meticulous.

Students' thoughts are like a mirror. In the mirror, we can see not only the teacher's character, but also the fashion of society.

Bacon Books are ships of thought sailing in the waves of the times. They carefully deliver precious cargo to each generation.

Chekhov He has a spark of genius! Do you know what this means? That is bravery, broad thinking, and a far-sighted vision... When he plants a tree, he has already seen the results for thousands of years, and has longed for the happiness of mankind. This kind of person is rare. If you want to love, just love this kind of person.

Gogol A writer should not stop painting just like a painter should not stop writing. No matter what he writes, he must write every day. What is important is that his hands learn to obey his thoughts completely.

Einstein A person's value to society first depends on how much his feelings, thoughts and actions contribute to promoting human interests.

Darwin I have always tried to maintain freedom of thought, and I can abandon any hypothesis, no matter how beloved, as long as the facts prove that it is inconsistent with it.

7. Poems and proverbs about ideology and culture

"Xiaoer" is in charge of "the king". He doesn't say a word in front of the diligent and lazy dwarf, presses the gourd and lifts it up. If you don't want to go to the big sedan chair, you won't be able to go to the big sedan chair. You won't be able to go to the big sedan chair. You won't be able to go. You won't be able to get rid of the horoscope. The hair will be thicker and whiter than your waist. You'll be wearing a piece of human skin. The stupid bird flies first and has a crooked nose. It is harder than reaching the sky. It is less than the top. It is more than the bottom. It is better than a dead man. The breath is cheap. Good goods are not good. Good goods are not cheap. Others lead the donkey. You pull out the prongs. The army is defeated like a mountain. The soldiers come to block it. The water comes and the soil covers it. Frozen three feet, it is not a day's cold. Diseases enter through the mouth, and misfortunes come out of the mouth. It is better to seek medical treatment in a hurry than if you don't know. If you are frightened by one comparison, you will not eat coptis. If you don't know what you are complaining about, you will not eat steamed buns (steamed). You will not eat mutton. Don't fight, don't get to know each other, don't fight an uncertain battle, don't fight an unprepared battle, don't know the family, don't know the price of firewood and rice, don't have the Yellow River, don't have a heart, don't waste any effort, don't be indiscriminate, don't stuff your teeth, don't care, don't see the coffin, don't fall. If you don’t shed tears, you won’t see the rabbit. If you don’t scatter the eagle, you won’t see the true Buddha. If you don’t burn incense, you won’t enter the mountain gate, if you don’t take the precepts, if you don’t learn anything, if you don’t gain wisdom, you won’t look at the monk’s face. If you look at the Buddha’s face, you can’t disbelieve it. I'm afraid of comparison, not afraid of being slow, I'm afraid of standing still, I'm not afraid of bad things, I'm afraid of not being a good person, I'm not afraid of being disrespectful, I'm afraid of not being upright, I'm not afraid of ten thousand, I'm afraid of what happens, I'm not afraid of thieves, I'm afraid of thieves, I don't want to be born on the same day. I wish I could die on the same day but not enter the tiger's den, and how could I catch tiger cubs and never eat them? Fireworks in the world are not fuel-efficient lamps, they are not fishes that die, they are broken nets, they are enemies that don't get together, they don't die, they are skinned, they don't listen to the old man's words, they suffer in front of their eyes, they don't raise their children, they don't know the kindness of their parents. I don’t know which end of the kang is hot. I don’t know which cloud is raining. I don’t know how thick the sky is. I don’t hit the south wall. I don’t turn around. The flies don’t bite. The eggs are not cracked. I worry about not seeing them. I always tear down the east wall. I don’t get scared when I mend the west wall. I don’t get scared when I fight often. Spoken well, often doing things without clumsiness, often standing by the river, how can you not wet your shoes to grow other people's ambitions? To destroy your own prestige and sigh, it is better to grind slowly and add lamp grass, add oil and sing to the Taiwanese opera. Some people in the court are good at being an official. Fried beans for everyone to eat, fried There will always be a road ahead of the mountain when a man has a job. Bullshit, sesame seeds and rotten millet will choke the brave to death, and the timid will starve to death. Adults are not comfortable. Adults who are not comfortable are not successful enough. Those who fail are more than successful. Princes, losers, thieves, and thallium scales are inseparable. I have a high head but a low scale. Although I am small, I weigh a thousand pounds. I am full and full. I eat the steamed buns that others have chewed. They are not tasty. I can’t eat them while walking around. I take the wrong mouse medicine. I take the reassurance pills. I feel like I am going to die when I eat. I am afraid of dying from exhaustion while working. It is a thankless and thankless meal. The leopard has the guts to take mixed drugs and gun medicine, eat people without spitting out bones, eat people's food, poop on people's short mouths, eat people's food with other people's soft hands, eat soft or hard, and suffer the loss of others. In the bowl, looking at the ugly words in the pot, sooner or later the ugly daughter-in-law will have to see her parents-in-law, how much sweat they sweat, how much food they eat, the monks don’t talk about it at home, and then they see the citron with muddy legs and head. First put on new shoes, walk on the old road, put on a pair of trousers, and go on the boat to the bridge. The boatman's children will float on the window paper, blow their beards, and stare. There are three hundred taels of silver here. Now, silence is better than sound. Those who climb on the edge of a knife can't beat a lantern from a young age to a long storyteller. They can't beat a fox to make a fuss. They can't beat a wild wolf. They can beat a domestic dog. They can't beat a sheep herder. It's better to beat a lantern upside down. They can't find it. They can't knock out their front teeth and swallow it in their stomachs. The dog still has to watch the owner fail to fight the tiger, but is injured by the tiger, beat him up, ask for money from the person carrying the bottle, open the window and speak frankly, open the skylight and speak frankly, break the casserole, ask what is going on, and forge iron, he still needs to back down, hit the blind man, scold the mute and slap him, Give a sweet date a swollen face to make you fat. Holding a lantern and can't find it. Talking in sleep in the broad daylight. Dreaming about finding a needle in the haystack. The road is in the sky. Each of you walks half way. You can't get out. You can't get out of the two gates. You can survive a disaster. Big things turn into small things. Small things turn into big things. It's good to enjoy the cool under the tree. Big eyes and small eyes are careless. A man in Jingzhou can bend and stretch. A timid man can't be a general.