Who knows these poems, who knows the name of this poem?

All the glory and pride in the world comes from Mother. (Gorky).

Mother's love is a great flame. (Romain Rolland).

There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the call of the mother. (Dante).

A mother's arms are made of loving-kindness, and how can a child not be sweet when she sleeps in them? (Hugo).

The sweetest word that a person's lips can utter is Mother, and the most beautiful call is "Mother". (Gibran).

Mother's love is the greatest force in the world. (Mir).

When you are successful, everyone is a friend. But only the mother ——— she is the partner when she fails. (Zheng Zhenduo).

How strongly, selfishly, fanatically motherly love occupies the feelings of our whole hearts. (Duncan).

How similar mothers all over the world! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has an extremely innocent heart. (Whitman).

All the glory and pride in the world comes from Mother. (Gorky).

One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love, which is selfless love and morality dwarfs it. (Japan).

Mom, where you are, it's the happiest place (UK).

Everything else in the world is false and empty, and only the Mother is real, eternal, and immortal. (India).

O mother of memory! O dear lover, you are all my joys, all my friendships. (France).

In the child's mouth and heart, the mother is God. (UK).

Mother's love is the most beautiful of human emotions, because it is not mixed with the heart of profit (France).

Women are vulnerable, but mothers are strong (France).

Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's heart would be a desert. (UK).

Mother's love is a great flame. (Roman.) Roland ).

A mother's love is never exhausted. (Goncharov).

Mother's love is something simple, natural, fruitful, and inexhaustible in a woman's heart, just like a major element of life. (Balzac).

Women are certainly vulnerable, but mothers are strong. (Hugo).

Mom, you are the perfect combination of mother, confidant and friend! (Rabindranath Tagore).

Mother's love not only refers to the mother's love for the child, but also includes the child's love for the mother. (Munir Nasov).

Mother is the only force that can bring death to its knees (Gorky).

A poem of maternal love.

I never want to give up a piece of paper, I always keep it—keep it.

They were folded into very small boats and thrown out of the boat and thrown into the sea.

Some were swept into the windows of the boat by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck on the bow of the boat.

I still don't lose heart, stacking it every day, always hoping that one can flow to where I want it to go.

Mother, if you see a very small white boat in your dreams, don't be surprised that it falls asleep for no reason.

This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes, thousands of rivers and mountains, begging it to carry her love.

and sorrow returns.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Suiyang School House Books.

Fan Zhongyan (Song Dynasty).

Baiyun scoundrel Emperor Xiang Yao, who plays the cave flute in Hanyuan.

No matter how difficult it is, the phoenix bird should not be sung, and the thin talent can still be endowed with a wren.

Scoop Si Yanzi's heart is still happy, and the piano is sold when he meets Zhong Jun's hatred.

But so that Sven Tian is not lost, why should Jiansong complain about the mountain seedlings.

This poem was written when the author was a young student. Among them, Han Yuan refers to the royal official garden. The understanding of this poem is as follows:

The white clouds are drifting, the capital is far away, and the poet asks who can play the dong flute in the Han Garden, expressing the wish of the great attendant. The poet believes that life is difficult, but not pessimistic and negative, even if you are unknown, you should try to show your talents. The "Sven" in the first sentence of the last couplet refers to culture in general, and the poet believes that God will not let talented people be buried forever.

The last sentence of this poem uses the verses in the Western Jin Dynasty poet Zuo Si's "Yongshi": "The bottom of the lush stream is pine, and the seedlings are separated from the mountain." With the diameter of the stem, the shade of this hundred feet.

The world is in a high position, handsome and subordinate. Both poems compare themselves with "Jian Song", but the emotions conveyed are different, although the position of "Jian Song" in Fan's poem is low, but he does not complain, the author compares himself with himself, expressing his confidence in his own talents and the idea of active efforts.

Full text translation: In Suiyang School, the author looked at the "scoundrel" clouds in the sky, and his thoughts were myriad.

Chu madly ridiculed Confucius for not being hidden, perched on the emperor, and was enthusiastic about using the world. For young authors, no matter how difficult the world is, they will never have the idea of retreating.

Yan Zi is so poor, he can be calm, and he will not change his ambitions and pleasures because of poverty, but no matter how hard the material life is, he must also have the joy in his heart like Yan Yuan.

After the death of King Wen of Zhou, isn't the ritual and music culture of the Zhou Dynasty reflected in me? If Heaven wants to destroy this culture, then it is impossible for me to master this culture; If God does not eradicate this culture, then what can Kuang people do?

Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.

Hyundai Haizi.

From tomorrow, be a happy person to feed horses, chop wood, travel the world from tomorrow, care about food and vegetables.

I have a house facing the sea and spring is blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, I will correspond to each and every one of my loved ones to tell them about my happiness.

The blissful lightning told me.

I'm going to tell everybody.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Stranger. I also bless you with your wishes.

You have a bright future, and I hope you have a lover and eventually become a family.

May you be blessed on earth.

I just want to face the sea and bloom in spring.

Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" is a lyrical poem written by Haizi in 1989. The poem consists of three stanzas, the first of which expresses the poet's yearning for a simple, simple and free state of life, and the spirit of exploring the "eternal" and unknown world. The second stanza describes the irrepressible joy of the psalmist who finds happiness.

The third verse of the laughing late writes about the psalmist's blessings to the world. The poet combines direct expression of the heart with hints and symbolism, so that the whole poem is clear and profound, clear and subtle, free and dripping, dignified and rich, and expresses the poet Li Shengzhen's yearning for happiness and loneliness and desolation.

Categories: Art >> Poetry and Poetry.

Problem description: Huashan, Hengshan, Hanjiangxue, Qingsongling, Yujiale, Yijiangnan, Jin Yongsheng, Taishan, Sun Spring, Huangshan, Pastoral Wind, Qiujiangyue, Taohuawu, (It's so closed, that's all, please help,)

Analysis: Gift to the king hermit mountain residence (one for the hermit).

The stone room is dust-free, and the people are separated from this. Fly to Nanpu tree, half of Huashan clouds.

There are a lot of things in the floating world, and the gentleman should not hear about it. The cold mountains are full of western sun, and the sky is full of geese.

Hengshan is blue and purple.

Look down at the Old Man Star of Antarctica.

Hui Biao blows away the snow of the five peaks.

Often flies flowers fall into the cave.

Qi Qing Yue Xiu has this.

Lang dragged the family to gold and purple.

Diners in front of the door are in turmoil.

Everyone in the world is better than Meng Weijun.

There is no vain send-off on the river.

Confusion and melancholy are divided.

Jiang Xue. Liu Zongyuan.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Heavy snow presses down on the green pine, and the green pine is straight and straight.

You must know that the pine is high and clean, and stay until the snow melts.

Remembering Jiangnan. The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old.

The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue.

Can you not remember Jiangnan?

Bai Juyi, the word Lotte, the number Xiangshan layman. The style of poetry is simple and easy to understand, and his works are widely circulated. The author once served as a assassin in Jiangnan, and this word recalls the life of those years and depicts the beautiful scenery of spring in Jiangnan.

From Liang Garden to Jingting Mountain, we will meet and talk about the landscape of Lingyang and travel together because of this gift.

I come with the autumn wind.

Yao grass is afraid of decay.

Halfway to the widowed mountain.

Ann has to get Yunyue.

Crossing the river is like yesterday.

Yellow leaves fly towards people.

Jing Ting is comfortable.

Mi Yi Liu's clear light.

The ice valley is bright and beautiful.

The mausoleum hugs the river city.

粲粲 grip Wu Wu and Shi Duan state or.

Dressed brightly.

Water Country Rao Yingqi.

Latent light lying on the grass.

Hui Gong Zhen Ming Monk.

Where you are, where you are, is what you are.

The opening hall is vibrating.

High talk about Hengqingyun.

Snow mountain sweeping powder wall.

Mokeduo new text.

For the rest of the words.

Let's talk about the beauty of Lingyang.

The sky opens to the White Dragon Pond.

The moon reflects the clear autumn water.

Huangshan Wangshi Pillar.

Abrupt who opened.

Peach Blossom Song Tang Bohu.

Peach blossom nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, peach blossom fairy under Peach Blossom Nunnery. The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms for wine money.

When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep with the flowers. Half-drunk and half-awake day after day, the flowers fall and bloom year after year.

I hope that the old man will die in the wine room, and he will not bow in front of the carriage and horse. The dust of the car and the horse are full of obvious things, and the wine cup flower branch hermit fate.

If the manifest is compared to a hermit, one on the plain earth and one in the heavens. If the flowers and wine are compared to the carriages and horses, why should they be idle and I will be idle.

Others laugh at me for being too crazy, I laugh at others for seeing ** I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, no flowers and no wine hoe fields.

For whom it is hard and for whom it is sweet.

After picking a hundred flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom it will be sweet" from Luo Yin's "Bee".

The whole poem is: No matter where you come and the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied.

After harvesting a hundred flowers into honey, it is sweet for whom it is hard work.

Poet background: Luo Yin (833-909) Tang Dynasty poet, the word Zhaozhi, Yuhang people, real name Heng, because he failed to pass the Jinshi examination ten times, he changed his name to Luo Yin in anger.

The last sentence after picking a hundred flowers into honey: for whom it is hard and for whom it is sweet.

From Luo Yin's "Bee".The whole poem is: No matter where you come and the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied. After harvesting a hundred flowers into honey, it is sweet for whom it is hard work.

Luo Yin (833-909) Tang Dynasty poet, the word Zhaozhi, a native of Yuhang, his real name was Heng, because he failed to pass the Jinshi examination ten times, and changed his name to Luo Yin in a fit of anger.

These two lines are originally connected, and this poem is Don Royin's "Bee":

Regardless of the flat land and the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied.

After harvesting a hundred flowers into honey, it is sweet for whom it is hard work.

After picking a hundred flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom it will be sweet" from Luo Yin's "Bee".The whole poem is: No matter where you come and the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied. After harvesting a hundred flowers into honey, it is sweet for whom it is hard work.