1. Poems about Momo

Poems about Momo 1. Containing poems about Momo

Traveling with brothers Youya and Junkuan in Baijia Zhutan (Wei Yingwu) It is not the normal time to enjoy the Qing Dynasty, so you can enjoy it only if you travel occasionally.

Climb the steep ridge and look down into the deep black pool. The dense bamboo has become dusk, but the return to the clouds has not yet reached its peak.

Spring birds nestle in the valley, and purple orchids have a quiet color. The beautiful scenery has been met, and the memory will be recalled for the rest of my life.

I finally thought about farewell and remained silent in the wind. On the night of August 15th, I gave it to Zhang Gongcao (Han Yu). The sky was filled with slender clouds and there was no river, and the clear wind blew the moon in the sky.

The sand is flat and the water is quiet, the sound is shadowy, and a cup of wine makes you sing. Your song is sour and your words are bitter, and you can't listen to it until you burst into tears like rain.

The sky above Dongting is full of suspicion, and dragons are infested by the orangutan glider. Nine times out of ten, he went to the official residence and lived in seclusion in silence, just like hiding and running away.

Fear of snakes when getting out of bed, fear of eating medicine, sea air, dampness, stings and fishy smell. Yesterday, I beat the big drum in front of the state, and the successor emperor ascended to Kuigao.

The letter of pardon travels thousands of miles in a day, and all sins are wiped out. Those who moved back were chased back, and the Qing Dynasty's class was cleansed of flaws and dirt.

The application of the name of the Zhou family made the family suppressed, and Kanke had to move to Jingman. It is unbearable to judge a lowly official, and it would be like beating Chu in the dust.

At the same time, many generations are on the road, and the road to heaven is dangerous and difficult to follow. Junge, please don't listen to my song. My song is with you now: There are many bright moons in the year and tonight, life is determined by fate and not by others. How can you understand if you don't drink wine! Chrysanthemum New (Ge Changgeng) The warm fragrance of treasure duck tells the story of the silk city.

Remembering the events of the past makes me sad about my roots. On earth and in heaven, we can only fight for those.

Eat forbidden food. But I miss the flavor of Jiuxiao.

Early morning wild goose. Every sentence is in the sky as on paper.

I can only face the wind and cherish myself silently. All the karmic debts are gone, it’s not over yet, it’s too late.

In one day. It brought tears to my eyes.

Farewell to Six Songs of Xielu in the 18th Yuan Dynasty (Han Yu) Knowledge has faded away over time, and I have traveled far. Don't worry about it, just sleep and eat in silence.

What does Zixi do? He wears the crown and establishes the constitution. While He was studying, Lanhui was already in full swing.

Why play with the light until you are old? Governance must be based on harmony and unity, without waiting for advice.

It may be that a teacher is a master of learning and a wise man, but he does not rely on his art to avoid his own problems. How can Zixi be alone? He can be charming and give birth to himself.

The gold and stone make sounds, and the palaces make sounds. Who knows Zhang Fu?

It's a pity that I have no place to live, and I can't live here. When facing the back, cut out the poem to show your affection.

Guilin Bo, a man of great talent and talent, was actually a civil and military scholar. I work far away to be a virtuous person, but I come here to tease my ministers.

Southern origin is full of mountains and seas, and the roads are often straight. The storm has no end, and the worries are unpredictable.

The journey is really difficult, and I will not be exhausted until I leave. What to say in farewell, there are tears that cannot be wiped away.

My friend Liu Zihou is a talented and talented person. Before I knew my son, I had already read the chapter on giving gifts to my son.

It has been three years since I dreamed about my style. Unexpectedly, they wandered along the road. They ate and slept together for ten days.

I have heard much in the past, but what I have gained now is greater than before. How to say goodbye again makes me feel so sad.

Position is the most important thing, but rejection is the dust. This is true for people of the same flesh and blood, not to mention people from all over the world.

Yiyi, Guilinbo, is a man of righteousness and courage. I have never known you in my life, and you treat me like a stranger.

He left me several paintings and treasures of medicines. Medicines prevent miasma, books advise to nourish body and soul.

If you don’t know the four sins, how can you rise again? I am grateful when I have no way to go, and my liver and gallbladder are still in trouble.

There are not many problems with reading, but there are many problems with unclear thinking. If you are suffering enough, you will no longer learn. If you are already learning, you will not be able to learn.

The four beauties of the present are truly magnificent and glorious. The king's official position cannot be left out, and it is not suitable for future generations.

I throw myself away from the South China Sea, unable to help my flying voice. Send a letter to Longcheng to guard, when will Jun Ji meet?

There is a hurricane in the gorge, and thunder and lightning help to hit it. Riding the tide to support Xu, I pointed out a hair from the shore.

Although the two rocks are locked by clouds, the water and rocks fly away from each other. Although the clouds in Tuen Mun are high, they are reflected in the waves.

The remaining sins are not something to be cherished, and the life of a child is not something to be ignored. Hu Wei couldn't bear to say goodbye and was deeply grateful.

Liu Shaoqing Youhe Yukai (Ke Jiusi) Gu She talks about quantity. As the ice and snow fade away, try new makeup again.

I want to express my love, but I am still shy and plain-faced, and I still stingy with the fragrance. It's hard to hide this feeling.

Quietly and deeply missed. The moon turns deeper, Ling Han waits, and leans more towards the west.

Liu Shaoqing Youhe Yukai (Ke Jiusi) Gu She talks about quantity. As the ice and snow fade away, try new makeup again.

I want to express my love, but I am still shy and plain-faced, and I still stingy with the fragrance. It's hard to hide this feeling.

Quietly and deeply missed. The moon turns deeper, Ling Han waits, and leans more towards the west.

North Window (Lu You) Yan Ying is less than five feet long, but Chunyu is as tall as a stone. It is a sigh that the old man has no fame and no fame, and his funny and cynical style is no longer what he used to be.

Back then, we were all making friends, but who would have expected that the open door would be silent now! Chen Shan and Li Shi have been scholars for thousands of years. It would be a pity for the world to die early. There is destiny in the subtle and subtle ways, and it is not human power to promote good fortune.

I am an old farmer in Jishan. What good will I do if I live to be a hundred years old? There needs to be someone to fear in the future. Who can hide like an enemy? Don't be frightened by your wild words. Go back to the north window and remain silent. Nostalgia of Ci'en Temple (Li Duan) Those who have gone cannot be remembered, but we meet again when we travel again.

Ling Xiao’s disciples are more interested in flowering. Relying on jade to make literary friends will last for many years.

There is a joint bed in the east pavilion, and the western suburbs also join hands. How ambiguous is the sky? The inferior takes the back seat.

Entering Yuanshi River again, who can taste Taoling wine? Yi Xihui Zen Palace, Rong Hui is in his eyes.

Lanyu came and asked, but the jade handle was empty. Confucius died, Yanzi died, and the monk hall lost Xie Gong.

The posthumous text is written on the wall and moved to Hsinchu. They get together at the beginning and finally disperse, and the joy and joy are different in the morning and evening.

The spring glow is just shining on the sun, and the night candle is suddenly facing the wind. The sound of ants fighting is still there, but the path of the owl's disaster has been exhausted.

You should be silent when you ask about the sky, but it is too hasty to return home. It's sad to return to the road, the vast clouds and forest are dusk.

There seems to be no one in Jiumo, and there is fog in Wuling. I will remember Shanyang Flute and hate Pingyuan Fu forever.

Don’t make a mistake by crossing the gate, and know your way clearly. The supreme wisdom is all true, and the Duke of Qie is very important to his ministers.

Only to care about the luck of the soul, I am a guest of honor for the time being. The letter-preserving pine is still small, and the mourning grass is still new.

The jade tree is buried in the carp court, and the disciples can't bear to see it. Chronicles (Lu Guimeng) I am a fisherman, and my mind will be at ease.

The suffering is hunger, cold, fatigue, and lack of leisure. In December last year, I lived on Feixi River.

When you are sick, you will be blessed with a good harvest, and the chickens and dolphins will be chatting with you. The snow on the majestic Bian Mountain is so dense that you can't move forward.

The skinny bones are doubly cold, and they are only covered with thick silk. The clear sky reveals the green mist, and thousands of feet are missing.

I lie down in fear that the jade will be sold, and I always push my pillow to look at it. Although the camp and guards are trapped, I still feel like a spiritual king.

He used his pen to compose poems, and his crude words were bizarre. Zheng, the prefect of Wuxing, has a clear and vigorous style of writing.

Phoenix tails and whale tusks sing in unison. The sealed letter was sent to the city, and there were no more conflicts.

The lotus-picking boat rides on steep cliffs and rides the waves in the sky. Fang poured out his thanks for the official wine, but suddenly it was Zhuang's death.

Silently blocking the sound emblem, facing the wind but melancholy. Spring returns to the end of autumn, and Gu Zi is slightly ill.

How can I avoid being deceived if I don’t have to do anything personally at this age? Today I came to watch the harvest, and it was at the Songjiang River.

Two tides passed by outside the door, and the waves were rippling. The capital was built in a new way, and everything was done on the spot.

If there are years left in the future, you should still be comfortable and modest. The sky is high, the smell is refreshing, and the wild fields are vast.

Feeling sad about animals, angry and often dirty. I have written a lot of music in my life, but I dare not forget it when I am old.

The bones of the horse are holding the salt, and the mysterious text is finally covering the sauce. Sorry, I have so many red tongues today. I see good things but only cover up slander.

Thoughts are a great precaution, tolerance and tolerance are sufficient. Outside the book basket, all the eyes are open.

Hungry officials also win against nothing, and the Botian family looks up to them. A little bit away from hunger and cold, learning from ancient times is really powerful.

The holy way is run by common people, and the world is full of stumbles. I recently heard about the emperor's edict, and I have been brewing it privately.

Prompt the wine materials to be pounded, and call the children to have pots and basins. The night is long and brown is chanting, and the sun is shining and the book is open.

I am drunk and you can return it, Tao Ran is like Yuan Liang. Qiyan (Lv Yan) Zhou Xing stood out from the crowd alone, remaining silent and dim from ancient times.

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2. Verses describing silent dedication

Verse 1:

Spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.

Source: "Untitled" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty.

Definition:

The spring silkworm spins its cocoon and spins out all the silk when it dies, and the tear-like wax drips dry when the candle burns to ashes.

Verse 2: Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

Source: "Spring Night Happy Rain" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty.

Definition: The spring rain falls quietly in the night with the spring breeze, quietly nourishing all things on the earth.

Verse 3: Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.

Source: "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai" by Gong Zizhen of the Qing Dynasty

Explanation: Although the flowers have fallen and turned into spring mud, they still need to provide nutrients for subsequent flowers.

Verse 4: The stars look like they are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.

Source: "Qi Huai" by Huang Jingren of the Qing Dynasty.

Interpretation: Tonight is no longer last night. The stars last night recorded the romantic story of playing the flute under the flowers, but the stars tonight only accompany me, a sad person.

Verse 5: The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it at all. I feel haggard because of the beauty.

Source: "Butterflies in Love with Flowers·Standing in a Dangerous Building and the Breeze is Slow" by Liu Yong, a poet from the Song Dynasty.

Definition: I don’t feel regretful about losing weight day by day. I am willing to be haggard for you.

3. Verses about silent dedication and no regrets

1. The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torches will shed tears before they dry up. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled"

2. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai"

3. With cold eyebrows, he points his fingers at thousands of people, bowing his head and willing to be a ruzi ox. ——Lu Xun

4. After gathering hundreds of flowers and turning them into honey, it will be sweet to whomever you work hard for. "Self-dispatch" by Luo Yin

5. Die before leaving the army, which makes the hero burst into tears. Du Fu's "The Prime Minister of Shu"

6. For the sake of sacrifice, one dares to make the sun and moon change the sky. ——Mao Zedong

7. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I will never regret it. Liu Yong's "Butterflies Love Flowers"

8. Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history. Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"

9. He will not hesitate to break his body to pieces, leaving only his innocence in the world. "Song of Lime" by Yu Qian

10. Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. "Spring Night Joyful Rain" by Gan Fu

4. I beg for poems describing silent efforts, the more the better~~

Black hair does not know how to study diligently, but white hair regrets studying. Late.

Young people work hard all their lives, don’t waste time and effort

The ancients spared no effort in learning, and young people work hard to achieve success when they are old

Read thousands of volumes, and write like a master. .

Ask the canal where it can be so clear, so that there is a source of living water.

If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable.

The prime years will never come again, and the morning will never come again. Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one

I don't hear what is happening outside the window, and I only read the books of sages.

The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

To learn is not to explore the flowers, but to dig out the roots.

After ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has not been tested.

I never tire of reading the old book hundreds of times, and after reading it carefully, I will know myself

When hundreds of rivers reach the sea from the east, when will they return to the west? If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be sad

A man with lofty ideals cherishes the short days, but a sad man knows that the nights are long

Don't wait for a long time. The gray head of a young man will be empty and sad

5. What are the poems about silent dedication

Li Shangyin

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.

The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.

When I look into the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight.

There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.

Happy Rain on a Spring Night

Du Fu

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the fire on the river boats is only bright.

Looking at the red and wet places at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.

"Sick Cow"

--Li Gang of the Song Dynasty

Plowing a thousand acres actually turns out to be a thousand boxes. Who will be injured again when exhausted?

But all living beings will be satisfied, and they will not hesitate to suffer from illness or death.

"Ode to Coal"

--Yu Qian of the Ming Dynasty

Cut through the chaos to get black gold, which stores the deepest Yang and meaning.

The fire is burning and the spring is coming, and the furnace is shining brightly through the night.

Ding Yi Yuan relies on the power of creation, but the iron and stone still remain in the heart after death.

I hope that everyone will be well fed and warm enough to go out of the mountains and forests.

"Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai"

--Gong Zizhen of the Qing Dynasty

The sun is setting in the day when I am about to leave, and I sing my whip and point to the end of the world in the east.

Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.

"Pair of Wine"

--Qiu Jin of the Qing Dynasty

No expense was spared to buy a sword, or a mink fur coat could be exchanged for wine.

If you cherish it with passion and diligence, it will still turn into blue waves if you spill it.

6. Poetry with affection and silence

The doves at Guan Guan are on the river island

The graceful ladies and gentlemen are good at hunting

The jagged water plants It flowed left and right

The beautiful lady coveted it

She couldn't get it and she kept sleeping

Tossing and turning leisurely

Picking waterlilies from left to right

The fair lady plays the harp and the harp

The water-lilies are mixed with the left and right branches

The fair lady plays the bells and drums

The jianjia is pale and the white dew is frost. .

The so-called beauty is on the water side.

If you follow it, you will find the road is blocked and long;

If you follow it, you will find it in the middle of the water.

The leaves are luxuriant, and the white dew is still there.

The so-called Yiren is on the water.

If you follow it back and forth, you will find your way through the obstacles;

If you follow it and follow it, you will wander in the water.

The dew is not gone when we collect the jianjia.

The so-called beauty is in the stream of water.

If you follow it back, the road is blocked and to the right;

If you follow it, you will wander in the water.