Sunlight shines from the sky to the earth.
Quietly drive away the cold on your body
Warm in the dark
The orange light coming through the window at home.
Quietly guide your way home.
Warmth is when you are sad.
The lover's palm gently stroked his chest.
Kill your countless desolations with heat.
Warmth is when you are happy.
The eyes of relatives gently brushed their faces.
Burn out your confusion with enthusiasm.
Warmth in adversity
The power secretly transmitted by a friend's hug.
Let you shine and heat up.
Warm in prosperity.
The pressure of strangers' greetings quietly shifted.
Praise your brilliant ideal with heat.
Warmth is fire
Burn your melancholy
Show you the way when you are frustrated and confused.
Warmth is light
Enrich your fantasy.
Give you a barrier when you get carried away.
Warmth is a footprint
Truthfully record your ups and downs.
Push you up step by step
Warmth is wine
No matter the ends of the earth, it will give you fragrance.
Warmth is clothes.
Dress you up in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Warmth is a lighthouse.
Give you light and hope whenever and wherever.
Warmth is a harbor full of energy.
Warmth is the backbone and contains hope.
Warm is a blessing, warm is love.
Concerned about your well-being in the storm, accompany you all the way up.
May the warmth stay in your heart.
Accompany you through the long years
2. The poem about warmth comes from the warmth of friendship.
1. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place. (Wang Bo's "Farewell to Shu Guan")
Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. (Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off")
The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? ? (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass)
4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow.
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")
5. Entering Wu on a cold rainy night, seeing the guests off in solitude; (Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn")
6. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. (Gao Shi "Don't be big")
7. Peach Blossom Pond and thousands of feet are not as good as Wang Lun's. (Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun)
8. The solitary sail is far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. (Li Bai's "Yellow Crane Tower sends bowls to Haoran Guangling")
9. Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint. (Cen Can's "Farewell to Tian Shuji, Wu Guixiang, Snow Song")
10. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. After drinking a bottle of wine, I will leave Meng Han tonight. ("Farewell" by Li Shutong)
1 1, Taohuatan is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. Li Bai's gift to Wang Lun.
The warmth of spring
12, at sunrise, the river is redder than the fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan")
13, thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones. Wang Anshi's Yuan Ri
14, at sunrise, the river is redder than the fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan")
15, sticking to clothes makes me want to get wet, and blowing my face chills.
The warmth of summer
16, the next day, the lotus leaf is infinitely blue, and the lotus reflected in the sun is another kind of red. (Yang Wanli, "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
17, Yangliuqing Jiang Shuiping, singing on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi's "Zhi Zhu Ci")
18, I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting")
19, deep in the city, it is still clear from spring to summer. (Li Shangyin's "Yat Sen Qing")
20. Early summer is still clear and peaceful, and the grass has not rested. (Xie Lingyun's "Swim the Redstone into the Sailing Sea")
2 1, the bitter nights are short in midsummer, and the porch is cool. (Du Fu's Summer Sigh)
22. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat if I can't sit still. (Dai Fugu's "Hot")
23, everyone is bitter, I love the long summer. Li Ang's summer couplets
24. The remnants gather in the summer, and the new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can's "Xiuting sends China to send Wang Shaofu back to the county")
25. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it will clear up before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda's Xi Qing)
26. Baocun Creek in Qingjiang River is a secluded pavilion in Xiajiang Village. (Du Fu's "Village")
27. Why don't you like wheatgrass? Xia Muyang is cute. (Qin Guan's "Dark Days in March")
3. Describe a warm poem: Qingjiang is a song that embraces the village, and everything in Changjiang Village is quiet.
I have been to the beam since I left, and I like seagulls in the water.
The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection.
As long as some old friends give me some money, what do I ask?
-Du Fu's "Jiangcun"
Dressed up beautifully, I asked my husband: Can my eyebrows be painted in different shades?
A traveler's song
(Tang) Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
But how much love there is in that inch-long grass, have you got three rays of spring?
Note: The following are the lyrics of Song, but the description of family scenes that Hoho Meimei likes very much-
Xin Qiji, Qingpingle Village Residence
Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass beside the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is charming. Who has white hair? The eldest son hoes beans and the second son weaves chicken coops. He likes children scoundrels best, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
4. What are the poems about "warm home"?
1. The sound of a leaf, the sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of my dream. _ _ _ _ Xu Zaisi's Water Fairy Night Rain
People say that sunset is the end of the world. _ _ _ _ Li Gou's homesickness
3. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. _ _ _ _ Gao Shi's Two Biedongda Poems
4. The moon is already at sea and over the horizon. _ _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling's Full Moon Philip Burkart
On the green spring day, I started to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's The Yellow River was Recovered by the Imperial Army.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
7. Endless, longing for hometown. _ _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling's "Xijiang Night"
8. May people live for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing
9. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot. _ _ _ _ Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn"
10. The drooping leaves on foreign trees and the cold light of lonely lanterns at night. _ _ _ _ Ma Dai's "Autumn Chrysanthemum on Bashang"
1 1. Whose flute is flying in the dark and scattered in the spring breeze of Los Angeles. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night/Smelling the flute in Luoyang on a Spring Night"
12. Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? _ _ _ _ Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou"
13. Should Lingnan be bad? But this road. This peace of mind is my hometown. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Youth Tour, South China Sea Belongs to Wang Dingguo.
14. Now, when I meet people near my village, I dare not ask a question. _ _ _ _ Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River
15. The wind changed into snow, and the dream of breaking the hometown failed. There was no such sound in the garden. _ _ _ _ Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc, A Climbing Journey"
16. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Hope for Spring
reference data
Ancient Poetry Network: so.gushiwen.org
5. An ancient poem symbolizing happiness: From the mountain spring to Nagato, the grass is green, and the red berries are broken, but they bloom unevenly.
Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring. Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains reveal faint shadows. What a beautiful night.
For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring. A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn.
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Linjiang Xianmeiyuan is a little deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion spring festival evening is a gaunt injury for everyone.
Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi. Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing.
Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat. Butterfly lovers is warm, sunny and windy, full of plum blossoms and full of spring.
Who is in love with wine and poetry? Tears melt the powder and flowers are heavy. At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix.
With deep sadness alone and snuff at night, there is no good dream. On Tanabata, Fanghua sang in the grass, and the phoenix tree was shocked, and the ground was full of sorrow.
Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times. You come and I go, don't meet.
I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor. Penny Weaver, this is just separation.
Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's windy. The pond is full of grass, the courtyard is full of shade, and the screen window is cold in the evening.
□□□ Golden lock, the tube is a guest [mouth sand]. Loneliness respects the front seat, but only □□, the ends of the earth.
Can I stay? Still have to have a □□ who was rewarded at that time and lived with fragrant tea.
□□□□ Dragon wildebeest, arrive without pomp. Not afraid of the wind and rain, I just weighed the leftover flowers and boiled them, but now I can't hug them, just like I did in those days.
(□: the original words are missing) Qing Qing, slow down the low tension, and skillfully protect the carved fence will monopolize the last spring. The guests were indifferent to China, and everyone was naive.
It took a lot of time to be exposed to the wind and put on new makeup. Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and laughing at the moon, long [bad belt] Dong Jun.
East of the city, south of the city, there is a sun pool hall and a fragrant wheel race. Who can succeed Chen Fang after the feast? In a better Ming Palace, the recent branches are evenly distributed, the golden statue is down, and all the candles are put together, regardless of dusk.
Li Shangyin-Two poems with faint phoenix tail yarn, with double fragrance, set you off with a green canopy, and it's too late to close your eyes. It's too late to cover up the encounter with a fan; But you drove by, speechless.
Once lonely and sleepless, I missed candles; But I haven't heard from you until the pomegranate blossoms. I will tie my horse to a willow tree by the river and stay in the southwest.
The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer. Fairy's life is a dream, if they don't bring lovers into their rooms? .
I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves. Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
Li Shangyin-untitled last night's star, last night's wind, in the west of the studio, east of the cinnamon room. Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
Li Shangyin-untitled time was long before I met her, but after we parted, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Li Shangyin's Untitled is empty talk, but compared with the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock, I cried for you and left forever. I still can't wake up. Cui doesn't have rich books. The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng. Two Untitled Songs (I) Last night's stars and last night's wind are in the west of the studio and east of the cinnamon room.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Li Shangyin wrote four untitled poems. You said you would come, but you didn't come. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter. The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng. The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.
There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water. Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? . It's late spring, and the night is temporarily dry.
The sound of the building will be timid and the curtain will be difficult to dry. I am ashamed to be in the swallow, and I am ashamed to be in the mirror.
Back to the small pond, Huaxing sent a treasure saddle. Where is mourning Zheng? Sakura Lane hangs on the bank of Yangpan.
Will the old woman in the master get married? It will be March and a half during the day. Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and Tomb-Sweeping Day looks at the same wall.
When Fang Zhan turned to the fifth watch, Liang Yanzi heard a sigh. At the age of eight, I can already draw with long eyebrows.
When I was ten years old, I went for an outing. I made a skirt with a smile. I began to learn to play the guzheng at the age of twelve, and the silver nail on my finger has never been pulled out.
At the age of fourteen, she avoided seeing men, even the closest ones. At this time, she may be thinking about when to get married. At the age of fifteen, she was crying in the spring breeze on the swing, fearing the disappearance of spring.
The sound of the film is pitiful, and the lotus leaf in Yaochi is just a field. Don't look back at Shaw History, and don't look at Hongya patting her on the shoulder.
The purple phoenix gave Chu Pei a charming title, and the red scales danced wildly to pluck the strings of Hunan. E Jun watches the boat in the middle of the night, embroidering and burning alone.
Untitled Chinese Valentine's Day comes first, and the curtain foil of the bridal chamber is still hanging. The jade wheel shines on the rabbit's first life, and the iron net coral has no branches.
Stop with God in landscape teaching, and write about lovesickness on phoenix paper. Huang Wu's biography is obviously there, but I don't know.
Untitled, I heard that the sepals of Yanmen are green, and last year it was the end of the world. But after attending the feast like Xiaoshi, I didn't expect to peek at the palace flowers.
Untitled smoke makes fog. Every time I say it, a thousand things fall. Take a break and report to pedestrians, leaving half to see them off and half to welcome them back.
At the age of eight, I can already draw with long eyebrows. When I was ten years old, I went for an outing. I made a skirt with a smile.
I began to learn to play the guzheng at the age of twelve, and the silver nail on my finger has never been pulled out. At the age of fourteen, she avoided seeing men, even the closest ones. At this time, she may be thinking about when to get married.
At the age of fifteen, she was crying in the spring breeze on the swing, fearing the disappearance of spring. The sound of the film is pitiful, and the lotus leaf in Yaochi is just a field.
Don't look back at Shaw History, and don't look at Hongya patting her on the shoulder. The purple phoenix gave Chu Pei a charming title, and the red scales danced wildly to pluck the strings of Hunan.
E Jun watches the boat in the middle of the night, embroidering and burning alone. Untitled Chinese Valentine's Day comes first, and the curtain foil of the bridal chamber is still hanging.
The jade wheel shines on the rabbit's first life, and the iron net coral has no branches. Stop with God in landscape teaching, and write about lovesickness on phoenix paper.
Huang Wu's biography is obviously there, but I don't know.