Praise the daughter from subjective feelings or objective directions:
Praise the daughter from subjective aspects is also affectionate to her daughter:
1. The south wind blows home and flies to the front of the restaurant.
there is a peach in the east of the building, and its branches and leaves are full of smoke.
I planted this tree, don't come for three years.
Taojin is in line with Louqi, but our bank has not yet done so.
the word "charming girl" is Pingyang, and the flowers are folded against the peach edge.
if you don't see me, your tears will flow like a spring. ——————— Li Bai (Tang)
2. There is grass in front of the mountain and behind it, and the door is closed when you go out all day. —— Cao Ye (Tang) "Thinking about the North Country"
Rainy brook swept the embankment flat, watching the village boy Xie Yat-sen.
the bamboo horse rushes to the middle of the lake, while the kite is domineering and whistling with the wind.
Confucian scholars have been studying for three winters, and Qian Couple has been cultivating from his parents.
3. You can read roughly for tribute, so you don't need to admire your officials. ———— Lu You (Southern Song Dynasty) "Watching Children Play on the Stream in the Village"
4. When my parents heard about the women, they went out to help the generals;
When Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she should take care of her red makeup.
when I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife to pigs and sheep. -Mulan Ci
Praise women's beauty objectively:
1. Spring breeze is ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and it is better to roll up the bead curtain.-Du Mu's Two Farewells
Interpretation: Looking at the young beauties in the ten-mile long street of Yangzhou City, rolling up the bead curtain to sell their makeup is not comparable to her.
2. If I had not seen her on the jade hill, I would have met in the moonlight of the jade pool. -Li Bai's "Qingpingdiao"
Interpretation: Yunxia is her dress, and flowers are her beauty; The spring breeze blows the railing, and the dew is moist and colorful. If you don't see the mountains of the jade mountains, you can only meet under the moon in Yaotai.
3. graceful and easy to escape, light and uncontrollable. Taste the peerless color and rely on the beautiful appearance. -Wu Pingyi's My Concubine is Unlucky
Interpretation: I once relied on the peerless beauty and the beauty of the country.
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Poetry and Sentences Network:/ 2. Poem of Dad praising his daughter
Part 1: Write it to his daughter
Gently arouse your name
Feel tenderness
Slip through a man's heart
Because of you, homesickness
becomes even more unbearable
After thousands of thoughts
In order to find a
suitable for you. When someone
calls you, it's
light and soft
not just me
I can accompany you in your life
What I think is that there will be someone
who will call you
full of boundless tenderness
Chapter 2: Kite. Dreams in my heart-addressed to my daughter
You are my kite
Fly in the blue sky
Let your heart glide
Drive Changfeng
Pick a dream
Fly a kite in a free space! Kite!
when you are tired of flying,
don't forget to follow the acacia that
connects you and me
back to the warm harbor
rest your tired heart
there is an eager expectation
waiting to warm your loneliness
there is enough love
to cheer you up and sail
kites! Kite!
When your heart is melancholy,
Don't forget to open the window of your heart
Let the rays of sunshine
penetrate the dark clouds to illuminate your chest
Fly a kite! Kite
When you are dancing happily with the wind,
Don't forget that there is a heart at the other end of the line to help you navigate
She is willing to spend her whole life
bearing all your vicissitudes
She hopes that the kite far away in the sky
can make life fly out
the most beautiful gesture
and bloom on the blue sky ... < p P > You're also filling up
my father's regrets and debts with the flowery shoes of babbling
I know
in your babbling
Dad is not your concept of babbling
My daughter
Although
Dad is a cloud floating in the sky,
Yes.
looking at your photos,
Just like the spring growing in other people's fields, it often
overflows dad's tears
Your smile
is a blessing woven by stars like silver bells
It warms dad's dream of wandering around the four seasons
Your crying
is the language of colorful silk thread wearing needles
Sewing up dad's hope of chasing day and night
Me. Pure
You are the most beautiful thing that my father chose from the dream garden of Eden
Your birth
is the most beautiful scenery in my father's life
Chapter 4: Poems for my daughter
Your crying
With October's conjecture
I haven't had time
to wait for your two clean lakes
to shine on myself.
Your soft body
is like a delicate willow branch
in spring.
I'm afraid my clumsiness
will hurt you accidentally.
You are like a full seed
growing fast in the soil I love
I always chase you with my hurried steps
. In the sky
you are like the wheat seedling that is afraid of cold
I turn myself into
snow that covers you
You will curl up in your warm arms
In summer
You are like a restless butterfly
I turn myself into
a running parasol
All the heat energy will be absorbed. Without the necessities
we can't live without each other
You are like a clean and flawless canvas
I grind myself into colorful pigments
I want to help you cut the dream of graffiti into clothes that fit you
On the day you were born
I also planted a wish
I hope to grow in your branches. Answer with the standards of modern poetry.
1. The wind in the palm is lighter than the dance, but Wang Mang is jealous. Zhao Cheng died first, and no one went to the temple to beat the drums.
2. There are many beauties in Yanzhao, and Yan Ruyu is the most beautiful. A beautiful woman is beautiful, and her face is like a hibiscus flower. Take care of the city and then the country.
3. If you paint like a slim figure, you are afraid of rain and shy of clouds. Every gesture is very charming and lovely.
4. Jing Chai, the short skirt, did not lose, so she pulled out all the gold to play the drunkard. The full moon in Yun He is full of fun, so why should you be a phoenix in those days?
5, graceful and easy to escape, light and uncontrollable. Taste the peerless color and rely on the beautiful appearance.
6. If you don't spit out your words, you will be angry. Huarong is graceful, which makes me forget my meal.
7. Shake the oars in a bun, and pick lotus leaves the Qingjiang River late.
8. Two bends are like frowning eyebrows, and a pair of eyes seem to be happy but not happy. The state has two sorrows, and it is a disease. Tears are a little bit, and the breath is slightly.
9, a red dew condenses fragrance, and sex and rain in Wushan waste heartbroken. Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? Poor swallow leans on new makeup.
1. It's a shame to close the moon.
11. Make-up is reflected in the song fan, clothes are scattered in the dance style, beads are wiped in Luo Mei, and the golden cup is handed to the plain hand.
12. The eyebrows are like distant mountains without drawing, but the lips are red if they are painted with sand.
13. The mouth does not point but contains Dan, and the eyebrows are horizontal and green without drawing
14. who is lovelier than she?, yet she lives alone in an empty valley.
15. Idleness is like beautiful flowers shining on water, and actions are like weak willows. 4. Poems praising my daughter
1. Return your eyes to tears, and hate when you don't meet before you get married. -Zhang Ji's "ode to the festival and send a message to Dongping Li Sikong's teacher's way"
2. There are beautiful women in the south, and Rong Hua is like peaches and plums. -Cao Zhi's "Miscellaneous Poems with Beautiful Women in the South"
3. Business women don't know how to hate national subjugation, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river. -Du Mu's "Bo Qinhuai"
4. how beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement, sitting deep in the eyebrows. -Li Bai's resentment
5. single as a flower, centred from the clouds! Above, I see the blueness and deepness of sky, below, I see the greenness and the restlessness of water. -Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc One"
6. It is easy to seek priceless treasures, but it is rare to have a lover. -Yu Xuanji
7. bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat. -an autumn evening in the mountains by Wang Wei
8. and year after year she has sewn gold thread, on bridal robes for other girls. -Qin Taoyu's "Poor Girl"
9. How long can it be good to serve others with color? -Li Bai's "My concubine is unlucky"
1. Watch Bixiao on Tanabata tonight, and let the cowherd and the weaver girl cross the river bridge. -Lin Jie's "Begging for Cleverness"
11. The night in day order is as cool as water, lying down and watching the morning glory and the weaver star. -Du Mu's Autumn Evening
12. Excuse me, what is the relationship between the river tide and the sea? Hate is not as good as faith, and lovesickness begins to feel that the sea is not deep. -Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha, Excuse me, River Tide and Sea Water" 5. Poems praising my daughter
1. Only there's a girl from Loyang in the door across the street can be more than fifteen.
there's a girl from Loyang in the door across the street, the original poem "a song of a girl from loyang" in a song of a girl from loyang written by the poet Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty, can only look more than fifteen. While her master rides his rapid horse with jade bit an bridle, her handmaid brings her cod-fish in a golden plate.
on her painted pavilions, facing red towers, cornices are pink and green with peach-bloom and with willow. Canopies of silk awn her seven-scented chariot, and rare fans shade her, home to her nine-flowered curtains.
her lord, with rank and wealth and in the bud of life, exceeds in munificence the richest men of old. He favours this girl of lowly birth, he has her taught to dance, and he gives away his coral-trees to almost anyone.
the wind of dawn just stirs when his nine soft lights go out, nine tiny patches of flying flowers. Between dances she has barely time for singing over the songs, the makeup is only incense.
those she knows in town are only the rich and the lavish, and day and night she is visiting the hosts of the gayest mansions. Who notices the girl from Yue with a face of white jade, humble, poor, alone, by the river, washing silk?.
There is a woman in Luoyang who lives across the hall from my house. She looks very beautiful in the glorious year of 15th and 16th. Her husband rode a fine horse with white and blue, and the harness was inlaid with precious jade.
Her handmaid holds a golden plate with finely cooked carp in it. The pavilions painted with red lacquer in her house face each other from afar, and the red peaches and green willows are arranged in rows under the eaves.
The car she was riding in was made of seven kinds of fragrant wood, and the veil of Lingluo was installed in the car. The servants held up feather fans and welcomed her back to the colorful account embroidered with nine flowers.
Her husband is young and successful, and he is more arrogant than Shi Jilun. He personally taught his beloved concubines to learn dance, and the precious coral trees were casually given to others.
They had fun all night, and the lights were turned off only when dawn appeared on the window. Fragments of snuff fell on the carved window edge. She plays all day, but she has no leisure to review her songs. She dresses neatly and just smokes incense and gossips all day.
All the acquaintances are rich and powerful families in the city, and all the people who come and go day and night are noble families. Who pities Yue Nv, who is as beautiful as jade, and is in poverty, so he has to wash the yarn alone in Jiangtou.
2. Luoyang's daughter cherishes color and sighs when she sits down. From the original poem "Generation of Sad Pulsatilla" written by Liu Xiyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, whose home is the peach blossom in the east of Luoyang? Luoyang woman has a beautiful appearance, sitting alone in the courtyard, watching the scattered plum flowers and long sigh.
the color of the flowers changed this year, but who will be here next year? Has seen the handsome and straight pines and cypresses destroyed as firewood, and heard that the mulberry field has become a sea. Old friends no longer lament the east of Luoyang, the withered peach flowers, but now people are still wandering in the wind fallen flowers.
the flowers are similar from year to year, and people are different from year to year. Tell those young people who are in the prime of youth, should have mercy on this old man who is half dead.
Poor old man with a bald head. He was a beautiful young man. This old age old man once and the son of the son of the son of the son of the yufang tree, Methotrexate song dance in the flower before the flower.
Guangluchitai has splendid literature, and the generals' pavilions paint immortals. The old man is ill in bed, then ignored, the past three spring pleasures, the Qing dance now where to go? And the beauty of the beauty of the beauty of the same can maintain a few times? A moment later, the crane was dishevelment and white as silk.
But looking at the ancient singing and dancing places, only the birds are sad at dusk. The peach blossom and plum blossom in the east of Luoyang drifted with the wind and flew around, but whose house did they fall into? Luoyang women have a delicate and charming face, sitting alone in the courtyard, looking at the scattered peaches and plums and sighing long.
I'm here this year to watch the peach blossom and plum blossom fade in color due to withering. I wonder who can see the colorful victory when it blooms next year? I have seen the handsome and tall pines and cypresses being destroyed and cut down as firewood, and I have heard that the mulberry field has become the sea of Wang Yang. Old friends no longer lament the withered peaches and plums in the east of Luoyang, but now people are still sad about the fallen flowers falling with the wind.
the flowers are still blooming every year, but the people who look at them every year are different. Tell those young people who are in their prime of life that they should have pity on this old man who is half dead.
It's pitiful that he is white-haired now, but he used to be a charming young man. This old man with a white head once had fun with his son, Wang Sun, under the fragrant tree, singing and dancing before the flowers fell out.
I once decorated the pool platform with splendid scenery, just like the Ma Fang of Guang Lu Xun in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and I also painted clouds and immortals everywhere in the pavilions of your family, Liang Ji. Now the old man with a white head is once ill in bed, so he is ignored. Where are the three spring pleasures, singing and dancing in the past? And how long can a beauty's youthful beauty last? In a moment, the crane's hair was unkempt and white as silk.
I saw the land of singing and dancing from ancient times to the present, and all that remained was the birds in the dusk crying in the air. 3, the daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk, and the melancholy is full of nowhere to release.
The original poem "Second Rhyme and Public Thunderstorm" written by Hong Yan, a poet in the Song Dynasty, is full of flowers. Who has pity when the fragrance disappears? The hairspring is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling floc lightly touches the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk, and she is full of sadness.
hoe the flowers out of the embroidered curtain with your hands, and keep stepping on the fallen flowers. Willows and elm pods come from wheatgrass, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei; Peaches and plums can be sent again next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and the swallow between the beams is too heartless! Although flowers and hair can be pecked next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.
36 days a year, the wind, the sword and the frost are pressing each other hard; How long can it be bright and fresh? Once wandering, it is hard to find. Flowers bloom easily, but it is hard to find them. People who bury flowers are worried in front of the steps, and tears are secretly sprinkled on the flowers, and blood is seen on the branches above.
The cuckoo is speechless. It's dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door. The blue light shines on the wall, and people sleep at first, and the cold rain knocks.