There are talented people from generation to generation. Each has been leading the way for hundreds of years. --An expectation for a prosperous literary world
Far from the Altair star, the bright and clear river is a Han woman. The slender hands are delicate and delicate, and they are making tricks. I can't make up my mind all day long, and my tears are like rain. The river is clear and shallow, only a few degrees apart. There is a room full of water, and the pulse is speechless. The beauty rolled up the bead curtain and sat deeply with her eyebrows furrowed. But seeing wet tears, I don’t know who I hate. The mist in the sky is pale and the moon is pale in the sky, and the autumn period of the Silver and Han Dynasties is the same throughout the ages. How much joy and separation are in the sky every year. The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels far away in secret. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back! If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? The bright moon rises over the sea, the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night. The candles are extinguished and the pity light is full, and the clothes are wet with dew. I can't bear to give them away, but I still have a good night's sleep. The doves in Guanguan, on the river continent. A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of quarrels. There are various water plants flowing left and right. A graceful lady, I long for her. If you don't get what you want, you will sleep hard and think about it. It's a leisurely journey, tossing and turning. There are different kinds of watercress, pick them from left to right. A graceful lady, she is a friend of the piano and the harp. There are different kinds of watercress, with leaves on both sides. The fair lady is played with bells and drums. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? --Looking forward to meeting each other
Lying in Yazhai, I listened to Xiao Xiaozhu, which I suspected was the sound of suffering among the people. After death, I knew that everything was in vain, but I was not as sad as all the other states. Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Naiwen during family sacrifices. Lying in a lonely village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country. Late at night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. Thirty thousand miles of river flows eastward into the sea, and five thousand miles of mountains reach the sky. The remaining people shed tears in the dust and looked south to the king's division for another year. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. 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 hairpin is full of lust. The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins float, and the life experience is ups and downs. Sacrificing one's life to go to the country's disaster, seeing death as a sudden return home. It is common to be broken into pieces, but I hope to sacrifice myself to serve the country. Yellow sand can wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken. Although I am humble, I dare not forget about my country. The matter is settled and I still have to wait for the coffin to be closed. Nihu has not been extinguished and the heart has not calmed down. The lone sword on the bedside has a clanging sound. --The expectation for national stability and unity 2. Ancient poems that look forward to beautiful love
The original text of "Shangxie": Shangxie! I want to know you, and live a long life without end. There are no mausoleums in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows fall, the heaven and the earth are united, but I dare to be with you!
Translation: Oh my God! I want to fall in love with you and never break up in my life. Unless there are no hills in the mountains, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River have dried up, thunder rumbles in winter, heavy snow falls in summer, and heaven and earth merge together, then I dare to break up with you! !
The agreement between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your son's hand and grow old together.
From "The Book of Songs·Beifeng·Drumming", the original text is as follows:
Beat the drums and boring them, and use the troops enthusiastically. I am heading south alone for the city canal of Tuguo.
From Sun Zi Zhong, Ping Chen and Song Dynasty. If I don't return home, I will feel worried.
Love in the right place? Love and lose his horse? In order to seek it? Under the forest.
The agreement between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your son's hand and grow old together.
I can’t live without you. Yu Xunxi, I don’t believe you.
Hold the son's hand and sleep with the son.
Hold the son's hand and sleep with the son.
Hold the son's hand and sleep with the son. Let's grow old together.
Holding my son's hand, what more can I ask for? 3. Poems that describe beautiful dreams
Wang Wei's "Deer and Chai": No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.
Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu": There are hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood and red calyxes in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another.
Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn": After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noises return to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream": People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, the night is quiet and the spring sky is empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia": The slanting light illuminates the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return to the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation, the song of sadness has faded away.
Wang Jian's "Tian Jia Xing": The male's voice is cheerful and the female's face is pleasant, and people don't complain when they say goodbye. Although it is hot in May, the wheat wind is clear, and the sound of cars is buzzing on the eaves. Wild silkworms make cocoons that no one can take, and moths flutter among the leaves. When the wheat is harvested and the silk is on the axis, the officials know enough to lose. Don't look forward to the entrance to get back on your body, and don't sell yellow calves to the city. The Tian family's food and clothing are not rich, and they are happy when they don't see the county gate!
Zhang Ji's "Old Song of the Wild": The poor old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. The seedlings were so sparse and taxed that they could not be eaten, so they were imported into official warehouses and turned into soil. At the end of the year, people are hoeing and plowing in an empty room, and calling their children to climb mountains to harvest acorns. Xijiang Jia Ke has hundreds of dendrobium trees, and the dogs raised in the boat will eat meat.
Nie Yizhong's "Shangtian Family": Sell new silk in February and sell new grain in May. Healing the sores in front of the eyes, but cutting out the flesh in the heart. I wish the king’s heart to turn into a candle of light. If you don’t take care of the Qiluo Banquet, you will take the light of the escape house.
Wei Yingwu's "Guan Tian Jia": A light rain brings new flowers, and a thunder startles the insects. The Tian family was free for a few days, and farming began. The young and strong are all in the wild, and the fields and gardens are also in order. Jing Changyan came back and drank water from Duxi Stream. Hungry people do not suffer from it, and nourishment brings joy. There is no storage in the warehouse, and the corvee is still there. Those who are ashamed and do not cultivate will be rewarded with food and money.
Du Xunhe's "The Widow in the Mountains": The husband defended Pengmao because of the soldiers, and his linen clothes and temples were scorched. Even if the mulberry trees are abandoned, they still pay taxes, and the fields are desolate, but they still need to collect seedlings. Sometimes you pick wild vegetables and roots and cook them, and spin the firewood with leaves to cook. No matter how deep the mountain is, there should be no way to avoid the corvee.
Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia": The slanting light illuminates the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return to the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The pheasants and robins are showing off the wheat seedlings, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.
Wang Wei's "Spring Pastoral": Spring doves are chirping in the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees. Holding an ax to cut down distant poplars, hoeing spring veins. Returning swallows know the old nest, and old people see the new calendar. When I'm standing in front of my cup, I suddenly feel helpless, and I feel melancholy as a traveler from afar.
Meng Haoran's "Visiting an Old Friend's Village": An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.
Du Fu's "Sui Yan Xing": The clouds are falling and the north wind is blowing, and the Xiaoxiang Dongting is covered with white snow. When the weather is cold and the fishnets are frozen, don't shoot wild geese and sing with mulberry bows. Last year, rice was expensive for the army, but this year, rice is cheap, which greatly hurts farmers. High-powered officials are tired of wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish but not birds, so don't kill Nan Feihong in vain. I heard that men and women are flirting with each other everywhere, cutting off kindness and forbearing love, but returning rent and mediocrity. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are allowed. Carving clay is the easiest to get, and if your likes and dislikes don't match your appearance, you will be confused. The horns are blown on the city walls of all nations, when will this sad song end?
Wen Tingyun's "Song of Burning": Standing up and looking at Nanshan, the mountains and fields are burning. The reddish sunset seems to be extinguished, and the short flames are connected again. Drifting towards the rock, slowly reaching the green wall. When the wind blows away, the red eaves shine from a distance. The neighbor next door can speak clearly, and he can't help but sigh. He said that the Chu country was more customary, and burning rice was called "Haotian". Bean sprouts and insects are swarming, and the flowers on the fence serve as houses. The pigs return to their pens in the abandoned stacks, and the chickens peck at the millet in the square. The New Year brings rain and clear weather, and the sound of racing is everywhere. Hold the money and ask for fortune-telling, and knock on the tiles to hear the sound in the forest. The divination on the mountain was revealed, and he came back under the mulberry jujube tree. Blow the fire to the white grass, and the sickle on your waist reflects the sugarcane. The wind drives away the mist of oak leaves, and the oak trees connect the mountains. The stars are shining outside the clouds, and the flying embers are falling in front of the steps. She groaned and sneezed on her back, and the crow girl cursed for a prosperous life. Who would have thought that the green beauty would be used as official tax?
Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany (1)": The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse, and the white cauliflower flowers are sparse. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
Fan Chengda's "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons (2)": Farming in the fields during the day and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
Breaking the trap----Yan Shu
The swallows come at the Spring Society, and the pear blossoms lag behind the Qingming Festival.
There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, and one or two oriole calls at the bottom of the leaves.
The sun is long and the flying catkins are light.
The girl from the east neighbor smiles cleverly and greets her on the mulberry picking path.
I wonder if I had a good sleep last night because I won the grass fight today.
Smiling comes from both faces. 4. Ancient poems describing expectations
I looked for him thousands of times in the crowd, but suddenly I looked back and found that person in a dimly lit place.
The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved; the hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed?
The silver swallows shuttle and dance in the sky, and the beauty returns to Shu alone. Looking up at the returning swallows in the west, I miss you.
Qingqing Zijin, lingering in my heart.
"The Book of Songs·Zheng Feng·Zijin" writes about the longing and expectation of a woman in love for her lover. The meaning of the poem is: Your green collar makes me feel endlessly sad about you.
"Bu Shuzi"
Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live on the Yangtze River. At the end of the day, I miss you every day without seeing you, and I drink a river of water. When will the water stop, and when will this hatred end. I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to my love.
Master Wang On the day when the North sets the Central Plains, family sacrifices are made without forgetting to tell the old man
——Lu You's "Shi'er"
Why should *** cut off the candles on the west window, but talk about the rainy night in Bashan
——Li Shangyin's "The Night Rain Sends to the North"
Wait until the Double Ninth Festival to see the chrysanthemums
——Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village" 5. About the period Sentences of hope
1. There is always a kind of expectation, which is like an invisible force that gives faith, makes the heart extremely firm, makes dreams extremely clear, and makes love extremely calm. This kind of expectation keeps me from stopping my search; this kind of expectation makes me explore for happiness in my confusion; this kind of expectation makes me compose songs in my youth. This kind of expectation gives me positive strength and allows me to find the direction on the hesitant road; I can break through myself in the frustration and loss.
2. Expectation is an optimistic, positive and beautiful spirit. To treat expectations correctly, you must strengthen your psychological quality, broaden your horizons, and broaden your mind. In this way, expectations will be like a beautiful dream, immersing you in a colorful world.
3. To treat expectations correctly, you must strengthen your psychological quality, broaden your horizons, and broaden your mind. In this way, expectations will be like a beautiful dream, allowing you to be in a colorful world. in the world.
4. Maybe the years have blown away the pile of diaries on the bedside, maybe time has diluted the cup of strong tea of ??memories, but I have already put aside all the regrets and disappointments. Gently turn this page and I will write new expectations on a new page.
5. On the days when lovers gather together in love, expectations are the wishes expressed to each other, and the sadness occasionally revealed in the sweetness. We long for sweetness, but at the same time we don’t want to give up sadness...
6. When lovers embrace each other and say goodbye, anticipation is the tears that cannot flow out in your eyes, but cannot be shed but cannot be held back, the rippling tears. The soft, thin, broken, and deep melancholy in my heart. True expectations create the beautiful experience of love. The heart is trained in expectation, and love matures in experience.
7. Once upon a time, we listened to the song of the cuckoo and looked forward to the green of the wilderness; in the long pavilion of farewell, we looked forward to the return boat sailing in the sunset with a sudden heartbeat. Once upon a time, we looked forward to rich harvests from diligent work; under the bright starlight, we looked forward to the weeping mandolin to dispel the lingering sorrow.
8. There is always a kind of expectation, which may not necessarily be related to love, but it is definitely related to love. Write a happy diary, look at the beautiful life, raise our smiles in the breeze, and smile when we miss you. Look up at the colorful sky, I have been here, I have been happy, because I met you in the most beautiful years! 6. Poems about beautiful things
It’s a pity that I don’t understand the happy family
Hu Bingyan
It’s a pity that I don’t understand the happy family, and I’m innocent and innocent.
My parents love me and take care of me, and I learn to speak rouge.
Children get together to chat, jump and climb trees and play house.
When I first entered the school to study human relations, I didn’t realize that I became more youthful in a few years.
After putting on her delicate makeup, she looked back and smiled, revealing her beautiful teeth.
The Four Books and Five Classics are in my heart, and the catkins are holding the pen and paper with flowers.
Love is blooming for the first time, and the leader of the village in front of the stream is the boss.
Flying needles and threads show off the mandarin duck pillow, and the eyebrows are painted with fragrant powder in the boudoir.
On that auspicious day of that month, Qinse and Mingyue got married.
Spring loves the earth and flies kites, and every watch loves the wilderness sprouting green buds.
Kissing rapeseed and getting drunk happily, climbing mountains and playing in the water like crazy.
In the summer, the demon lotus rides on a boat and holds a flower umbrella to let the rain hit.
The misty rain made the roses bloom, and the wind ruffled the slender hair.
The red leaves of the autumn family are high and the clouds are pale. When you climb high, you can see the dogwood branches in the distance.
The wild geese fly south to carry the letter, and the persimmons in front of the door have red cheeks.
Love in winter is full of green bamboos, and walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms is even more chic.
Qiongyu flies in the sky and the earth is white, whipping the top and sliding on the ice. 7. The eternal poem about expectation
There is beauty, and you will never forget it when you see it. Not seeing you for a day makes me miss you like crazy. The phoenix is ??flying gracefully, and people are seeking it from all over the world. Unfortunately, the beauty is not on the east wall. Zhang Xian spoke on behalf of him, wanting to express his sincere feelings. When will I see Xu Xi and comfort my hesitation? May your words be worthy of your virtue, and we will join hands together! If I can't fly, I will perish.
It’s useless to think about lovesickness, but it’s pure madness to feel melancholy.
I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love for you.
Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the extremely sad spring, and the sky is gloomy. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word to say who will be silent.
When will this love end? It affects thousands of miles of clouds in the sky. The clouds were originally two flying swallows, but now they are all dreaming of people. Where do you want to find Yingxue? Floating willow catkins offer sacrifices to the soul. After the sacrifice, it is another spring for the soul, but the green skirt is still missing.