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Wonderful life, happy growth! (Poetry).

Wonderful life, everywhere.

And lo and behold! Children with those little hands.

Castles are piled up on the beach by the sea.

They laugh and run.

Grow up happily before you know it!

Wonderful life, everywhere.

You see! When the kids excel in the competition, don't forget to give them a long round of applause.

Let them grow up happily under the eyes of approval!

Wonderful life, everywhere.

You listen! The sound of the children reading aloud in the classroom, how hard they work, no matter in the wind or rain, let the wind and rain roar, grow up happily!

Wonderful life, happy growth, let us study hard under this blue sky and white clouds, create a better future together, and grasp the wonderful tomorrow!

Xinyiwu. Hibiscus flowers, red calyx in the mountains.

The stream is lonely, and they open and fall.

Literary Appreciation. Hibiscus flowers, red calyx in the mountains. "The buds of the Xinyi flower are hit at the very end of each branch, shaped like a brush, so it is very accurate to use the word "wood powder".

Hibiscus flower", that is, refers to Xinyi, when Xinyi is budding to be released, it is very similar to a lotus arrow, and the color of the petals is also similar to a lotus. In the first two sentences, the Xinyi flower is compared to the hibiscus flower, which blooms so scarlet and gorgeous. Moreover, it blooms high in the treetops, overlooking the deep stream, and it is so high and proud.

The poet uses the meaning of the sentence of "Chu Ci", selects beautiful metaphors and sets colors to show the vitality of Xinyi flowers. Pei Di's "Rim River Collection" and the poem have the sentence "There are Xinyi flowers, and the color and hibiscus are chaotic", which can be used as a footnote. The first two lines of the poem focus on the "hair" of flowers.

When spring comes to the world, Xin Yi is driven by vitality to happily bloom the mysterious buds, which are so brilliant, like clouds steaming and cloudy, showing a spring light.

The last two lines of the poem write the "falling" of flowers. The poet turned his pen and placed the Xinyi flower in a deep and lonely environment, and wrote that when it opened, it opened warmly, making the mountains and fields red, and when it fell, it fell without regret, which made people imagine that the petals were like colorful red rain sprinkled in the deep stream. It is self-defeating, it follows its natural nature, it is self-satisfied, no one appreciates it, and it does not expect to be appreciated.

This uninhabited and eternal silence of the "stream" is the poet's image of observing the world with a "empty" Zen mind; However, the poet is opposed to the absolute emptiness and death, so in this empty and chilling stream, it depicts the scarlet color of the Xinyi flower and the dynamic sound of blooming and falling, making people feel that there is still a flicker of life in the emptiness.

In just four lines of poetry, while depicting the beautiful image of Xinyi flowers, it also writes a lonely situation and environment. This poem is written from the blooming of flowers to the fall of flowers, and is inserted into it with a description of the environment, and the situation before and after is very different, from hair to scattered. Although there seems to be no trace on the picture, it can make people feel a sense of loneliness towards the environment of the times.

The so-called "the years are shaken down, how can the fragrance come about" (Chen Ziang's "Feelings"), although it is not directly said, it can still be hinted at in the image.

It's all true, and my understanding is that this is a poem about a crush, which starts and ends without anyone but me, and it starts and falls.

Please refer to the specific explanation.

Golden Memories I repeat my travels from city to city year to year.

Trek on foot Say no to well-intentioned vehicles.

The book in the bosom is a sacred relic not with others.

The mountains and rivers here are so beautiful that people forget the sufferings they have suffered.

From here, climb to the top of the mountain and look at the wheel on the river.

Far away. The heart is also far away, and the memories that cannot be retrieved.

The river ship did not know where to sail to another country.

Sit. Hold a book in both hands.

Look at the old and young pines and cypresses.

The golden light of the setting sun sprinkled the needles.

There was a faint pain in his chest.

Let the evening breeze turn the pages.

Yellowed memory, on a leaf.

The color of the leaves is older than the pages of a book.

I couldn't help but smile at the corners of my mouth.

At that time, your green face was reflected in the dark shadow of the stream.

Let the younger pines and cypresses be overshadowed.

Don't read the most beautiful love poems on the page.

Only the handwriting on the leaves is faintly discerned.

Familiar and distant.

The sunset is getting farther and farther away, and the memories make people grow older and older.

I just want to be a ray of sunset soon.

This leaf alone is left in the place where we all watch the sunrise.

We anticipate that we should love the book. In fact, at that time, I was not clear and clear, and I could use my expectant eyes to reflect a few words. Under the red sun, Zhang Huai embraced the beauty, the grass that wanted to come out, and the warm sun should not have thought that it was already lonely and helpless.

"Error".

Zheng Chou gave me to fight Jiangnan and walked through.

The face in the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower.

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The sound is not loud, and the spring curtain in March is not revealed.

Your heart is a little window tightly closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.

I'm not a returnee, I'm a passerby...

**——Mo Ming Qimiao's "Rain Shatters Jiangnan Impression".

As for the time and space that we encounter when we can't see people clearly, no matter how many hundred years it takes, no, I don't like people who blaspheme the good, I don't like people who destroy the quiet. In the middle, Yan'er is tilted, and it is inseparable from the beauty of the scenery in the south or north of the capital. Bump changes line injury.

And then he didn't move his bones, and he was no more. Who my whim is different.

Farewell to Kangqiao or Cangyang Gyatso's "To See or Not to See" The latter one is quite meaningful.