Fireworks in March, the season of spring flowers finally came to me, will be this birds and flowers in the spring into my eyes, my eyes are smiling, my heart is warm, just because I met you, you're an angel on earth.
Earlier I wanted to put pen to paper, but brewing not thoughts, you say why? I'm not sure why, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on a new one," he said. At this time, I would like to borrow a piece of spring light, in the silence of the night, you will be written in my poem, that is, I for you to sing the love of the language.
The breeze and the blazing sun, outside the window of the unbridled release of the melody of summer, the breath of spring has been gradually away from the fear of the scorching sun, a few windows, twisting a few threads of silver, embroidered a section of the red dust whispering. Flip through the watery affairs of the heart, the tenderness into the silk thread, let fly the ripples of the heart, twisted into this brocade, waving a needle and a line of affection, pick a wisp of cool, embroidered full of my attachment, so that the broken dreams of the past, in the memory of the flight, Man dance.
Cut a section of the heart, flick a few years of silver thread, shuttle in the red dust past, fingers gently up and down in the memory of the mottled, needle and thread shuttle in each other's past, the scene in a trance. Singing a section of Tang and Song poetry, playing a zither, so that the ancient rhythms floating through the heart, quiet mind, combing thoughts, the flying past shaking down in the memory of the brocade, the needle pricked down.
The brocade embroidered sunny, birds and flowers, embroidered a picture of the earth in April. Lightly flick the needle and thread, from the memory of a ripple, the dusty figure drifted across my eyes, stopping, staring, holding hands, parting, it seems that all the ancient stories and sadness of parting nourishing implicated, and then there is only endless thoughts, which may be doomed to the world's long-cherished wish.
Unconsciously, the brocade on the dense, has been embroidered from the winter of acquaintance to the summer of parting, meeting, parting, as if a section of the word, poignant. Caressing the hand quietly embroidered a section of the heart traces, those quiet as spring water needle eye walk through the traces, immaculate.
Little by little, wisps and strands, chatting about the mood. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
A thought in the brocade dance fly, a old dream in the loneliness of the sigh, a line of tears in the past in the dipping red. Fingers fell lightly, tearful eyes have been mottled with traces of memory, the heart grows a creeper, trembling hand shaking down a few silver threads, can not re-embroidery your face.
A embroidery of a thousand years, at this time the twilight red, thoughts all over the ground, so they will use this section of silk embroidered all my love for you. So quietly put you in the heart, accompanied by time, gradual line.
Any prosperous fall, any fireworks unbearable cut, but your figure, always out of my woven satin. Outside the window twilight gradually thick, I gently pick up that once the red, embroidered on the brocade weaving a dream-like state of mind, the heart from time to time ripples, indescribable pain engraved in the heart, so that thoughts flying in the time and space of the long ago, lifted up a bend of a clear eyebrow.
A petal floated down, whose sighs sounded softly in time and space? In a trance, the needle and thread in the hand is weak, the mind condenses into a thousand knots, only you can unravel.
In the courtyard, branches and leaves, dusk smoke curls up in the air, have you forgotten the woman sitting against the window? She was full of sadness in the brocade weaving the throbbing heart, the pair of clear curved eyebrows, is it engraved in your heart? Embroidery, still embroidery, luxuriant hand fiddling with brocade, needle silk thread flying in the fingertips, brocade silk, sometimes appearing flowers, sometimes appearing colorful, but there is always a figure in the inside of the dance, seemingly fuzzy, but also seems to be clear. The most beautiful fragrance of the red dust embroidered on the silk, but also buried in the silk.
Faintly weaving their own pain, quietly embroidered their own grief. Perhaps, just embroidered a lonely red dust whispering, and, everything is a dream.
All the world's wind and snow have too much similarity, I embroidered a thousand words on the brocade, sigh! I'm actually willing to put this thousand words and phrases, once again embroidered in this you and me in the red dust past, interpretation of countless times of obsessive love. Gazing at the Su Jin, suddenly felt that the dream is too long, the love is so deep that forget the cycle of time.
I would like to embroider a piece of my own blue sky at the end of the brocade, to soar freely and forget the red dust. (An article.)
1. Because we know each other, so we cherish each other; because of the true heart, so the true love forever! 2. Have a friendship, is the blessing of the past life, or the fate of this life! In the dark night, I asked heaven...3. The hot summer in the trust, like the midnight wind, Xi Xi refreshing, but also with a touch! Like biting down the orange, sweet and sour to moisten the heart! 4. old man, life is not a monodrama, your role is not alone! 5. memory ointment, repeatedly smeared, that is unless it is a wound that can not be healed! 6. yi personal world, is knocked out of loneliness --- 7. youthful loneliness is the embellishment of life, there is no loneliness of the youth is sad, however, the loneliness of the youth is not the lack of happiness, but we do not understand the happiness. 8. Life--- Class dismissed... The school is over... Vacation... Graduation... I've had enough... I'm old... Regretful... I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
9. What does it mean to be happy? It is to cover up one's own sadness and smile at everyone. 10. Our crossroads, who is waiting at the next stop? This city gradually into the night, when love passes through, happy to have a few?11. Happiness are the same, sadness millions of kinds.
12. Hungry to eat, often breakfast and lunch and eat together 13. Once thought a lifetime with friends around, one day, one month, they suddenly found that they are gone 14. The reason why people live tired, because they can not let go of the frame, tear the face, can not be solved complexes. Instead of running in other people's lives, it is better to be wonderful.
15. The best things, often unexpected, by chance. 16. Separate forks in the road, turning not only life.
Youth dispersal, accidentally left behind fragments of the stab wound, not just the heart. Thoughts of fruitlessness, finally pouring.
17. If there is a wound in the heart, whether it is true that you can forget, do not have to pack --- 18. Cups of life, always presented on the coffee table of life ... 19. Originally wanted to eat the sorrows one bite at a time, I did not expect to eat one bite at a time to become a fat man.
20. Hiding in the streets of the world, smile and penetrate the water once again. 21. Acacia tree, the flow of the year, for no reason, and the west wind is wrong.
Department of thought edge, people more far, the wind whistling leaves fall back to where! 22.Some things seem to forget, but so close to memory ... 23.Occasionally no disease ***, but the pressure in the heart of the disease will be piled up into an insurmountable mountain, to the heart of the hold up. 24.Some people, passing through the life, in fact, is a happiness.
25. One end of the train is forever attached, the other end is forever yearning.
2. 求100句含有深意的古诗或古词1 遡游从之，宛若水中央 Poetry Scriptures 蒹蒹葭 2 风萧萧兮易水寒，壮士一去兮不复返。
The poem "Dui Yi Ge" (诗经 渡易歌) 3 惟草木之零落兮，恐美人之迟暮. Qu Yuan (屈原) Li Sao (离骚) 4 "To cover up snot with a long sigh of relief" (長太息以掩涕兮), "to mourn the many hardships of the people's livelihood.
Qu Yuan Li Sao 5 The road is long, and I will go up and down to find my way. Qu Yuan Li Sao 6 The bamboo pole is curling, the fish tail is sifting.
Zhuo Wenjun 白头呤 7 The river is clear and shallow, and how many times are they apart? The river is clear and shallow, how far away is it from each other?
Nineteen Ancient Poetry Poems 8 If you are young and strong and don't work hard, you will be sad in your old age.
Han Lefu Drinking Horses on the Great Wall Grottoes 10 When you drink wine and sing songs, what is the geometry of life? It's like the morning dew, but it's a long way to go. The only way to relieve your worries is to have Dukang.
The moon and the stars are thin, three turns around the tree, what branch can be relied on? The mountain is not high, the sea is not deep. Cao Cao Short Songs of Cao Cao 11 The Sun and the Moon are as if they were in them; the stars and the Han Dynasty are as if they were in them. Cao Cao's Turtle Life 13 The autumn wind is cool, and the grass and trees are frosty with dew.
The moon shines brightly on my bed, and the night is still young. Cao Pi Short Songs 14 The tall trees are full of sad winds, and the sun shines in the north forest.
Cao Zhi Miscellaneous Poems, No. 1 15 The hand that is raised to receive the flying apes, and the body that is scattered by the horses' hooves. I donate my body to the country's difficulties, and I see death as if it were a return.
Cao Zhi White Horse 16 The sword is not in the palm of your hand, why do you need to make so many friends? Cao Zhi Seven Sorrowful Poems 18 I am not afraid to wash my feet, but I will wash my feet in the river.
Zuo Si 19 The young are not suitable for the common rhyme, the nature of the love of the hills and mountains. The birds are in love with the old forest, the fish miss the old pond.
The dog barks in the deep alley, the chicken crows on top of the mulberry tree.
Tao Yuanming, Returning to the Garden 20 Picking chrysanthemums under the East Fence, leisurely see the South Mountain. Tao Yuanming Drinking wine 21 Pond spring grass, garden willow change songbird.
Xie Lingyun, the building on the pond 22 There is nothing in the South, but to give a branch of plum. Lu Kai, a poem for Fan Ye. 23 The spirit guards will fill up the ocean with their wood.
Tao Yuanming Read the Classic of Mountains and Seas 24 The sunset is scattered into a beautiful, clear river is as quiet as a practice. Xie Ji (谢眺), "The Evening Climbing of the Three Mountains to Look at the Capital" (晚登三山望京邑) 25 Cicadas are more quiet than the forests, and birds are singing.
Wang Ji (王籍) entered the Ruoye Stream. 26 I left the house with no strength, and picked up a poplar flower, which was stained with tears. The two swallows in the spring and the fall would like to take the poplar flowers into their nests.
Empress Dowager Hu Yang Baihua 27 The sky is pale, the field is vast, the wind blows the grass to see cattle and sheep. North and South Folk Song Cile Song 28 The dark latticework hangs in the dark, and the empty beams fall into the mud of the swallows.
Xue Daohang Xixi Salt 29 Residence in a high voice from afar, not from the autumn wind. Yu Shinan Cicada 30 It is difficult to fly in under the heavy dew, and it is easy to sink in the wind.
No one believes in purity, and no one expresses it. Luo Binwang (骆宾王) chanted about cicadas in prison. 31 A friend in haynesnesville, a faraway land in the sky.
Wang Bo sent Du Shaozhi to Shuzhou. 32 When I was young, I went back to my hometown, and the accent of my hometown didn't change, but the hair on my temples did.
He Zhizhang willow 34 Spring River tide even the sea level, the sea bright moon *** tide. Life is endless from generation to generation, and the river and the moon are only similar year after year.
Starry night pool dreaming of falling flowers, poor spring half do not return home. The river water flow spring to go to the end of the river pool, the river pool falling moon again west slanting.
I don't know how many people return by the moon, the falling moon shakes the river full of trees. Zhang Ruoxu The Moonlit Night of Spring River Flowers 35 The previous not seen, the next not seen.
I think the world is not a long time ago, but the pathos of the next. Chen Zi'ang Song on the Terrace of Youzhou 36 The bright moon on the sea, the end of the world **** this time.
Zhang Jiuling, looking forward to the moon and reminiscing about his hometown 37 Want to be poorer than a thousand miles of eyes, a higher floor. Wang Zhilu (王之涣) climbed up to the Yellow Crane Tower (黃鹤楼) 38 The Qiang flute does not need to complain about the willow, the spring breeze does not pass through the Jade Gate.
Wang Zhilux Liangzhou Lyrics 39 The air vaporizes Yunmengze, and the waves shake Yueyang City. Meng Haoran Lin Dongting 40 The moon in Qin time and the pass in Han time, the people of the Long March have not yet returned.
Wang Changling, Out of the Seaside 41 Friends and relatives in Luoyang, a piece of the heart of ice in a jade pot. Wang Changling Sending Xin Jian to Hibiscus Tower 42 The grapes and wine are in the night light cup, want to drink pipa right away.
Wang Han Liangzhou words 43 advise you to drink a glass of wine, the west out of the sunshine without an old man. Wang Wei Sending Yuan Er to Anxi 44 The desert is lonely and the sun is setting on the Yangtze River.
Wang Wei, "The Journey to the Seaside" 45 The Sunny River is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is full of Parrot Island. Cui Hao Yellow Crane Tower 46 Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown.
Li Bai Silent Night Thoughts 47 Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun sends me. Li Bai Wang Lun 48 Lonely sails and distant shadows in the blue sky, only to see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
Li Bai Yellow Crane Tower to send Meng Haoran's Guangling 49 The sound of apes on both sides of the river can not be cried, the light boat has already passed ten thousand mountains. Li Bai Haofa Baidicheng 50 The three mountains are half-fallen outside the blue sky, and the two waters are divided into the White Heron Continent.
Li Bai, the Jinling Fenghuangtai 51 abandoned me to go, yesterday's day can not stay; mess with my heart, today's day can not be worried. I am not going to be able to keep my mind off of it, but I want to go up to the blue sky to get the sun and the moon.
The water flows even more when the knife is drawn, and it is even more sad when the glass is raised. Li Bai (李白 宣州谢眺楼饯别校叔云) 52 Mou worry about the road ahead without a close friend, who under the world does not know the gentleman.
Gao Shi Farewell to Dong Da 53 The desert is poor, the grass is weak, and the soldiers are scarce in the lonely city.
Dufu 望岳 55 Peach blossom and running water go far and deep, there is a world other than the earth Li Bai mountain Q&A 56 Rizhao incense burner born of purple smoke, look at the waterfall hanging in front of the river. The waterfall is hanging in front of the river in the distance. The water is flowing straight down three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way is falling into the sky.
Li Bai 望庐山瀑布 57 Both sides of the green mountain relative out, a lone sail a piece of the sun side to Li Bai 望天门山 58 Lanling wine tulip fragrance, jade bowl to amber light Li Bai guest in the work of the 59 Pool flowers in the spring reflecting the sun, the windows of the bamboo night sounding the autumn Li Bai Xie Gong Pavilion 60 Flowers in a jug of wine, drinking alone, no relatives. I am not a good friend of mine, but I am a good friend of mine.
The moon will be the shadow of the moon for a while. Li Bai, the moon drinking alone 61 two people drinking mountain flowers, a cup of a cup of a cup of a cup.
I am drunk and want to sleep, but tomorrow I want to hold the qin. Li Bai Sitting alone on Jingting Mountain 63 Even if the sun is clear and there is no rain, the deep clouds are still staining his clothes. Zhang Xu Leaving a Guest in the Mountain 64 I want to ask where the plum blossoms fall. Liu Changliao (刘长聊) The Master of Hibiscus Mountain in the Snowy Night 67 I can't see my clothes when the rain is drizzling, I can't hear the flowers falling to the ground. Liu Changliao (刘长聊) Seeing off Yan Shiyuan (嚴士元) 68 Turning one hand to the clouds and the other to the rain, how can I count the lightness? DU Fu (杜甫) A Journey of Poverty 69 Wine and meat stink at the Zhu Men, and the road has bones of the freezing dead DU Fu (杜甫) Five hundred words of a song of reminiscence from his journey from the capital to Fengxian (奉先縣). My son is not far from my knees, but he is afraid of me. Three Songs of Qiang Village 72 Wine and debt are commonplace, and life is rare at seventy years old.
Nymphs in flowers, dragonflies in water Two Songs of Du Fu's Qujiang River 73 Peach blossoms are falling from the poplars, and yellow birds are flying along with the white birds Dufu's Wine Pairing in Qujiang River 74 The wind and the moon have been clear since the night, and the rivers and mountains are not the same as those of the old country. The stone springs are dark.
3. masterpiece reading Romance of the Three Kingdoms in vernacular or literaryFirst of all, I would like to say, look at the original version. I don't want to see a shortened version or anything else. Secondly, the original version is the vernacular, but it is called "ancient vernacular" Thirdly, the four great masterpieces of high school should be read. If time permits. Fourth, as for the high school years to read what books, can be completely Baidu, the Ministry of Education is a list of books. It's about these: The Analects of Confucius, Mencius, Zhuangzi, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Dream of the Red Chamber, The Story of the Western Wing, The Scream, Lu Xun's Essays, The Night of the Son, Home, The Teahouse, Border Town, Thunderstorm, Goddess of Mercy, Zhu Ziqing's Essays, Talking about Beauty, The Dust Bowl, Hamlet, Don Quixote, Goethe, Talks of Notre Dame de Paris, Eugenie Grande, Pickwick's Outer Space, The Resurrection, Pushkin, Rabindranath Tagore, Poems, Morpurgo, Chekhov, Henry, The Short Stories. Selected short stories Forty ancient poems that high school students must memorize The Old Man and the Sea.
4. Who has the explanation of the ancient text UndefeatedGive points ah ah a!, I'm the first to answer! 原文：太史某好弈，自诩曰："某生平无败局." People are all god of it, too Shi also to the game of the fall of the self-titled. Other people play, every sleeve hand in the side, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking hands, seems to have a deep meaning exist, people do not know the depth of its shallow. Or please talk with the hands of a game, then a light smile, floating away, as if disdain for the game. And sick, his son kneeling in front of the bed said: "I wish to get adults secret recipe." Tai Shi said: "Idiot, I have no spectrum." Son said: "If there is no secret score, why not lose?" Tai Shi said: "must say that there is a spectrum, I teach you with three words, said 'not against the game'. I do not play against people all my life, so I have no game all my life." Said, swiftly passed away. Translation: A certain Taishi loved to play chess and boasted: \ "I have never lost a game in my life. \People thought he was a god, and he named himself Yiqiu. When others played chess, he watched from the sidelines, sometimes holding his chin, sometimes shaking his hand, as if he had some deep meaning, others could not feel his depth, some people asked him to point out the game, he just smiled faintly and gently walked away, as if he looked down on the people playing chess. When he was terminally ill, his son knelt down in front of his bed and said: \"I wish to get the mysterious chess game of my father. \" said the emperor: \"Silly son, I don't have any chess games. \"The son said; \"If you don't have the game, how can you not lose? \"\"\"\"\"\"If there's a game of chess, I'll teach you three words, \'don't play chess\'. I've never played chess with anyone else in my life, so I've never lost a game in my life. \" After saying this, he passed away.
5. 翻译下面文言文子击磬于卫，有荷荷而过孔氏之门者，曰："有心哉,Confucius in the state of Wei, one day is knocking the chime, there is a pick picking the grass basket of the Han people happen to walk in front of the door, said: "This knocking the chime has a deep meaning ah!" Then he said, "The sound of the chime is despicable, and it seems to say, "No one knows me. No one knows me, so let's stop.
If the water is deep, you should walk through it with your clothes on; if the water is shallow, there is no harm in lifting up your clothes and walking through it." Confucius said, "How resolute! There is no way to convince him."
(1) Deep Knight and Shallow Reveal - two lines in "Poetry Classic - Name Wind - Lagenaria Has Bitter Leaves". This is a metaphor.
The deep water is a metaphor for society is very dark and one can only listen to it; the shallow water is a metaphor for the darkness is not deep enough and one can still keep oneself from being stained, so there is no harm in lifting up one's clothes to avoid moistening. User 2017-05-19 Report.