I hope people will live for a long time, and they will live and die for ten years.

and yet, while China holds our friendship and and heaven remains our neighbourhood

If their love lasts for a long time, how can they stay in the morning and evening?

that we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one and and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree.

advise you to do better.

How many chances we meet by chance, and how many worries we have;

Forever and ever, till death do us part, hate parting

the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.

carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.

but how much love has the inch-long grass, won the third spring festival.

The Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, which is not as good as Wang Lun's gift.

Give me a peach and reciprocate it.

Friends and relatives in Luoyang are like asking each other, and a piece of ice is in the jade pot.

Mochow has no confidant before her, and everyone in the world knows her husband.

We know each other far and near, and Wan Li is still a neighbor.

After a long drought, we meet an old friend in another country.

We will never regret it, and people will be haggard for Iraq.

Farewell to Tang Wangwei

I dismount from my horse and I offer you wine and and I ask you where you are going and why.

and you answer: "I am discontent", and would rest at the foot of the southern mountain..

but don't ask questions, white clouds pass there without end.

Wei Cheng Qu Tang Wangwei is also known as "Send Yuan Er Shi An Xi"

Wei Cheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.

I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and go out to Yangguan for no reason.

a message to commissioner li at zizhou Tang Wangwei

from ten thousand valleys the trees touch heaven, on a thousand peaks cuckoos are calling.

and, after a night of mountain rain, from each summit come hundreds of silken cascades.

Chinese women lose cloth, or farmers quarrel over taro fields.

preside as wisely as Wenweng did, is fame to be only for the ancients?.

to Qiwu Qian Bound Home After Failing in an Examination Tang Wangwei

in a happy reign there should be no hermits, the wise and able should consult together.

so you, a man of the eastern mountains, gave up your life of picking herbs.

and came all the way to the Gate of Gold, but you found your devotion unavailing.

to spend the Day of No Fire on one of the southern rivers, you have mended your spring clothes here in these northern cities..

I pour you the farewell wine as you set out from the capital, soon I shall be left behind here by my bosomfriend.

in your sail-boat of sweet cinnamon-wood, you will float again toward your own thatch door.

led along by distant trees, to a sunset shining on a far-away town.

what though your purpose happened to fail, doubt not that some of us can hear high music.

seeing off friends Tang Libai

with a blue line of mountains north of the wall, and east of the city a white curve of water.

here you must leave me and drift away, like a loosened water-plant hundreds of miles.

I shall think of you in a floating cloud, so in the sunset think of me.

we wave our hands to say good-bye, and my horse is neighing again and again.

a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou Tang Li Bai

An old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

The solitary sail shows the blue sky in the distance, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

Du Shaofu was appointed Tang Wangbo of Shuzhou

by this wall that surrounds the three Qin districts, through a mist that makes five rivers one.

we bid each other a sad farewell, we two officials going opposite ways.

and yet, while China holds our friendship, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.

why should you linger at the fork of the road, children * * * with towels.

a farewell to wei wan Tang Li Qi

Singing farewell songs to Wen Youzi, last night a first frost came over the river.

and the crying of the wildgeese grieves my sad heart, bounded by a gloom of cloudy mountains.

The early dawn in Guancheng urges the cold to approach, and washing-flails quicken by the gardens at twilight.

It's the Chang 'an Recreation Center, where the months and the years so vainly go by?.

a Farewell to My Friend Chen Zhangfu Tang liqi

in the Fourth-month the south wind blows plains of yellow barley, date-flowers have not faded yet and lakka-leaves are long.

the green peak that we left at dawn we still can see at evening, go out and miss your hometown.

chen, my friend, you have always been a great and good man, with your dragon's moustache, tiger's eyebrows and your massive forehead.

in your bosom you have shelved away ten thousand volumes, you have held your head high, never bowed it in the dust.

East Gate sells wine and drinks me, Cao and and taking things as lightly as a wildgoose feather.

flat you lie, tipsy, forgetting the white sun, but now and then you open your eyes and gaze at a high lone cloud.

the tide-head of the lone river joins the darkening sky, the ferryman beaches his boat. It has grown too late to sail.

and people on their way from Zheng cannot go home, and people from Loyang sigh with disappointment.

I have heard about the many friends around your wood land dwelling, yesterday you were dismissed. Are they your friends today?.

Wang Changling, Tang Dynasty, at hibiscus inn parting with xin jian

It was cold and rainy, and it entered Wu at night, and it was clear that Chu Mountain was lonely.

if relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice is in the jade pot. 2. The poem of true feelings in the world

① Motherly love is an earnest exhortation when you are confused; Motherly love is an earnest reminder when traveling far away; Motherly love is a kind smile when you are lonely and helpless.

② Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your mind feel warm as spring even in cold winter; Motherly love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings clear even if covered with the dust of years.

③ Motherly love is a drop of dew, kissing the dry soil. It looks forward to the fertility of the shattered soil with the warmth of drizzle and the perseverance of diamonds. Motherly love is not a freezing point in life, but a flowing river, which creates a beautiful emotional scene in our life.

④ Because of love, vagrants can return home; Because of love, a tired soul can be as energetic as ever. Longing for love, just as starlight longs for each other to shine; Longing for love is like the song of the century, longing to be sung forever.

⑤ Missing is a poem, which allows you to read the rhythm in ordinary days; Missing is a shower of rain, which makes you wet in boring days; Missing is a piece of sunshine, which makes your gloomy days clear.

⑥⑥ warmth is the fluttering spring rain; Warmth is a smiling shadow written on the face; Warmth is a response without hesitation; Warmth is meticulous cooperation.

⑦ "the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy" refers to family ties; "Life is full of friends, and the world should treat it with the same bosom" is about friendship, "Once it was difficult for the sea to touch water, forever amber" is about love; "If you are selfish, your country will live and die, why not avoid it because of misfortune and happiness?" What you are talking about is loving the national conditions.

what is love? Love is an inspiration that can swell the sails of your life; What is love? Love is a timely aid; What is love? Love is a smile that soothes your broken heart.

pet-name ruby love is a sunshine shining in winter, which makes the poor and sick people feel the warmth of the world. Love is a spring that appears in the desert, which makes people on the verge of despair see the hope of life again.

⑩ love is a spring water that breaks the ice gate and shakes the heart of stone; Love is a beacon that shines in the dark, so that the lost ship can find the harbor: love is a small umbrella that holds up on a rainy night, so that people wandering in a foreign land can get the shade of family; Love is a rainbow flying on the horizon, which makes people who are full of gloom see the beauty of the world.

⑾ love is a light rain that flies in spring, so that lonely people can enjoy the nourishment of their hearts; Love is a clear spring flowing in the summer night, which makes people who are hot and sleepless appreciate the poetic tranquility; Love is a glass of ice water spilled on the top of your head, which makes people dizzy from high fever think calmly; Love is a piece of milk candy held in your mouth, which makes people who drink coptis chinensis for a long time taste the sweetness of life.

⑿ The power of love is incomparable, and the color of love is incomparable. It can make those who love in their hearts happy, contribute to the happiness of those who love, and make those who love laugh. It can make families happy, make society stable and make the world peaceful. Caring, forgiveness and understanding are all love. Let's contribute love to society, the world and the world, so that there is warmth, tenderness and love everywhere.

[13] Love is a lamp, which illuminates the distance ahead in the darkness; Love is a poem that warms the longing heart in the cold; Love is the wind in summer, the sun in winter, the rain in spring and the fruit in autumn.

14. Enthusiasm is a great power, which comes from the inner generate of the mind and inspires us to exert infinite wisdom and vitality. Enthusiasm is a powerful pillar. No matter what difficulties we face, it can always give birth to our optimistic fighting spirit and tenacious perseverance ... Without enthusiasm, the sky of life would have no color. 3. A famous saying or poem describing the true feelings of the world

Emotion is, after all, a person's experience of his own mind, which can only be understood more deeply in pain, lovesickness or parting, and between repeated intertwined hearts or instant feelings. However, daily necessities, although representing the true meaning of love, are difficult to achieve a touching effect.

This is obvious in Chinese poetry.

1) Sadness:

Su Shi Jiangchengzi Yimao remembers dreams on the twentieth day of the first month

Ten years of life and death are boundless.

if you don't think about it, you will never forget it.

a lonely grave is a thousand miles away, and there is nowhere to talk about it.

even if we meet, we should not know, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are frosty.

at night, I dream and suddenly return home.

Xiao Xuan window, dressing.

caring for each other is silent, only a thousand lines of tears.

It's expected that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.

2) Acacia can't

Yan Shu Magpie Tread

threshold chrysanthemum sorrow smoke orchid tears dew. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave and hate suffering. Oblique light to dawn wears Zhu Hu.

the west wind withered the green trees last night. Alone in a tall building, you can see the end of the world. Want to send colored stationery and ruler. The mountains are long and the waters are vast.

3) Regret and Disappointment

Ouyang Xiu's

Last year, the lights at the flower market were as bright as day. The moon rose above the willow tree, At dusk he had a tryst with me.

On January night this year, the moon and lights remained the same. No longer saw last year's old friend, tears of tears were wet to the clothes.

Jinse by Li Shangyin

I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings

each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth

the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies

the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo

mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea

blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun

and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever

has come and gone before I knew

4) Despair of love

Shang Xie, a folk song of Han Yuefu.

evil!

I want to get to know you.

Long life will never fail!

There are no tombs in the mountains,

The rivers are exhausted,

Thunderstorms in winter,

Rain and snow in summer,

Heaven and earth are in harmony,

I dare to say goodbye to you. 4. a poem about the true feelings of the world

a loving mother loves her son, not for repayment.

[Han] Liu An's pregnancy in October is heavy, but the reward in three years is light. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is a baby of one foot and three inches, and it has been ten and eight years of work.

The mother in Song of Persuading Filial Piety says that the child is dry and lying, while the mother is wet and sleeping. The "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy.

My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" respects the loving mother before, and the prodigal son does not feel cold.

The Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardships. Who knows my parents when it hurts me? "Children's Language" The white-headed mother covered the door and cried, and the sleeves of the shirt were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, and the tube is bright and bright, and the night platform is silent.

collection of aphorisms, the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy. Before departure, a needle was stitched together, afraid of the son came back late clothes damaged.

but how much love has the inch-long grass, won the third spring festival. [Tang] Meng Jiao used to live in Meng Mu, and chose a neighbor.

if you don't learn, you will break the loom. "Three-character Classic" Paper Boat (for Mother) Bing Xin I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper, but always keep it-keep it, fold it into a small boat and throw it into the sea.

some of them were swept into the window in the boat by the wind. Some were wet by the waves and stained on the bow.

I am still not discouraged. I always hope that one can only flow to the place where I want him to go. Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.

This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, please let it carry her love and sorrow home. Wandering in Meng Jiao, the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.

carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home. Who dare say that the children like the weak filial piety, can repay the love of the mother like spring SUNSHINE IN SPRING?

Meng Jiao, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, lost his father very early and lived alone with his mother. He studied hard since childhood and took many imperial examinations, but he failed many times. Only in his forties did he become a scholar and become a county official. This poem was written when Meng Jiao became a county magistrate, recalling the past and thinking a lot.

maternal love (poem) article source: "Holy maternal love" maternal love, not picky looks, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter maternal love, lofty and great maternal love, infinite loyalty, whether you are peaceful or restless, whether you fail or succeed, maternal love is everywhere, it is her who accompanies you to experience life, and it is her who flies the dragon and phoenix in the world. Changhong, who sets up the sky, does not understand maternal love, and you will lose the true meaning of life and forget the maternal love. With our hands, we can touch the bright colors, and with our love, we can scale the overall prosperity and care for our mother. It is also the sublimation and purification of you and me, trying to dry our tears for our mother and enjoying the magnificent grandeur! Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked. Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, short dreams are empty and empty, and it is difficult to follow the footsteps; The mountains are heavy, the water is heavy, the flying flocs and flowing clouds are west and east, and where are the books?

one lovesickness, two leisure worries. When those red berries come in springtime, as a symbol of our love.

there is nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, so I'll send you a spring. The moon rose above the willow tree, At dusk he had a tryst with me.

if you keep cutting, you will lose your mind, which means leaving your sorrow. It's not just a general taste.

Outside the setting sun, Western jackdaw counts a few points, and flowing water bypasses the lonely village. Ecstasy At this moment, the sachet is hidden, and the ribbon is light; Man wins a brothel, but she is lucky enough to survive.

when will I see you here? There are crying marks on the front sleeves. At the injury site, the high city looked broken and the lights were dusk.

it's a pity that time flies, and it's sad and stormy, especially for trees! Who is Qian, in exchange for red scarf and green sleeves, heroic tears! Baozhuan smoke eliminates dragons and phoenixes, and painting screen clouds locks Xiaoxiang. The night is cold and thin, and I think infinitely! You are silent, and I am silent. There is a nameless river flowing silently among us. You don't say that I don't say that the missing white clouds drift quietly. Let's go. In front, there is a small bridge on the river with jagged leeks flowing from side to side. My fair lady is eager to get it. I am eager to get it. I am eager to think about it. I am leisurely. I am tossing and turning.

the oldest love poem: Adam, how about an apple? And the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away. If the love lasts for a long time, you can't be in the morning and evening. though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn. Since ancient times, you have been free to hate, and while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever's clothes have gradually widened, and you will never regret it. For the people who have disappeared in Iraq, ask the world what love is, and teach people to live and die together. Instead of exhibiting on the cliff for thousands of years, it is better to cry on your lover's shoulder for one night! There are no words between the water and the water. You are a rock, and my concubine is a Pu Wei, and the Pu Wei is like silk. The rock has no shifting mountains and no edges, and the heaven and the earth are in harmony. I dare to be with you. I wanted to be close to you. It's hard to get along with you. I don't complain about making fun of people. I just sigh that the beauty is many lives, the heart is thin, and the heart is broken. The reason is shallow. God only wants this life to endure hardships and get the next life. If you are the moon, I just slip by your side.