Can anyone help find poetry and prose about corporate style boards?

Refer to Facing the Sea Spring Blossoms.

The new year is coming, in the last month of farewell to 2005, recalling this year's work of a lot of hard and sweet, how many memories arise spontaneously, is gratifying, is intoxicated, is the bitterness behind the joy of success, or the summary after the dismal failure, no matter what, everyone is welcome to express it together here, for our hard work in 2005, but also for our hope in 2006!

Welcome the new year with a sunny day and a good night's sleep.

2006 is an auspicious year, a year of hard work and hard work.

Work more efficiently, look to the future, and don't let your limited life be spent in infinite waste.

Love your family, love your loved ones, love the people around you, have compassion and pity, and be focused. It is necessary to go to the next level, improve knowledge and cultivation, and forget the unhappiness of the past. Be in a good mood.

New Year: A little more love, kindness, and tolerance, and less savagery, hatred, and selfishness.

New year: cherish fate, maintain sharpness and fighting spirit, do a better job, and carry the unbearable light and heavy of life.

New Year: Turn ideals into a guide to action, and never lose the ideals and goals you adhere to.

New Year: Let your emotions turn into words, and walk steadily to the other side of happiness in your artistic career and faith.

People are struggling.

And I look up to the sky more.

There are my longings and dreams.

The goal seems out of reach.

But I believe it.

One day I will reach the temple of my dreams.

I work hard and think about my goals.

And take positive action.

And then the cold winter.

It is also impossible to stop the blooming of plum blossoms.

Because I firmly believe.

There are many difficulties in life.

I'll sort them out one by one.

No matter how hard it is.

I am also not flinching and decadent.

I'm going to do the impossible.

I want to surpass my great forefathers.

In the kingdom of ideas I am so tall.

But I will walk with my feet on the ground.

The sky is lovely, and the stars are shining at night;

The land is affectionate, and the members of the group are splendid every day.

People are affectionate, and laughter is everywhere;

The hotel is affectionate, and it is full of friends.

Bathing in the bright moon.

Feel the warmth of home.

We hope you spend a beautiful and memorable day here.

The growth of the hotel, like the growth of a two-year-old child, is inseparable from the care and love of customers;

The growth of the hotel is like a thriving seedling, which is inseparable from the hard work and hard work of all employees;

Our company is a state-owned old enterprise that has been in operation for more than 50 years. Half a century of wind and rain, not only has not been abandoned in the economic tide, but innovation and strength, face challenges, give full play to the fine tradition, so that the old enterprises have been revitalized. When celebrating the 50th anniversary of completion and production, it also depicted the beautiful vision of "building a century-old store".

In the early 50s of the last century, the newly established New China was waiting to be revived, and our alumina production was still blank. The state approved 50,000 tons of millet, and 800 military workers were transferred from arsenals in various places to build China's first alumina production line on this ruin. At that time, most of the buildings and buildings of the aluminum factory were burned down, and the entire factory area was ruined, overgrown with weeds, and deserted.

Apart from bulky machines, there is very little production equipment left. It is these veteran workers, with the spirit of hard work, self-reliance, and sacrificing their small families to take care of everyone, who have dedicated their youth and life to the construction of New China, and their children and grandchildren, so that our enterprise has come to this day.

Some people say that it is now an economic society, and the spirit of veteran workers is outdated. But people must have some spirit to support their lives! There are some dark sides to our society, including our enterprises, but the mainstream of society is still positive.

Nowadays, more and more people are magnifying some of the shortcomings of society, which will inevitably affect people's outlook on life and world view, so it is necessary to re-excavate and sort out the spirit of veteran workers and carry it forward.

We are an old enterprise, resources are gradually depleted, and now we basically rely on imported and provincial ores, and the cost is naturally high; As for the equipment, some of them are still 50 years old, and although they have undergone many technical transformations, they still cannot be compared with new enterprises.

But these difficulties can not be an excuse for us to stop, because our advantages are also not to be underestimated: first, in the alumina industry, we rely on the overall advantages, the construction of new projects with low investment, short cycle, fast results, and very broad prospects for industrial development; Second, the chlor-alkali industry, as our industrial chain project, has obvious advantages; Third, in the cement industry, we have brand and technical advantages, and at the same time, we also have the support of the national comprehensive utilization industrial policy; Fourth, the most critical one, we have a united, promising, innovative, entrepreneurial cadres and staff. This is what Manager Wang said in his speech at the mid-year work conference.

It can be seen how important a good cadre and staff team is to our company. And the spirit of veteran workers is the soul of this team.

Let us carry forward the spirit of veteran workers, everyone strives to be excellent employees, and the wish of building a century-old store will definitely be realized. It is believed that the old state-owned enterprises will go further with the support of the spirit of veteran soldiers......

Differences:1The rhymes are different.

Prose has no rhyme, no rhyme, no rhythm; Whereas, poetry has rhyme, rhymes, and has a certain rhythm.

2.The sentence structure relationship is different.

Poetic sentences are generally arranged in separate lines, focusing on the beauty of structure and form. Prose, on the other hand, does not pursue the neatness of sentence structure.

3.The length is different.

Poetry is generally limited in length; Whereas, prose in general, is not limited in length.

Difference Between Poetry and Prose.

1. Rhyme: Poetry has a certain rhythm and rhyme; Prose does not pursue rhyme and sentence structure.

2. Genre: Poetry is a literary genre of lyrical speech; Prose is a narrative literary genre that expresses the author's true feelings and flexible writing methods.

3. Form: In terms of form, poetry is not based on sentences, but on behavior, and the lines are mainly based on rhythm, rather than meaning. The form of prose is a prose essay that does not rhyme and does not rearrange couples.

Poetry is poetry, and prose is prose. The two are not the same. It's just that modern times are many prose poems. It evolved on the basis of prose.

Prose poetry is a genre between prose and poetry. It is the prose of poetry, the poetry of prose, in the final analysis, it is still a short, internal rhythm, beautifully written, philosophical text. Prose poetry is an independent literary genre and a member of the poetry category.

1.Poems: Rhymes; Pay attention to the basic prescriptiveness of sentence structure; Generally speaking, there is a limit in length.

2.Prose: No rhyme; Do not pay attention to sentence structure relationship (the so-called single-line prose sentence is). Generally speaking, the length is less limited than the poem.

3.Prose poems: rhyme or prose; Sentences are usually short; The length of the passage is usually short.

The main difference between prose and poetry is:

Poetry, which belongs to rhyme; Pay attention to the basic prescriptiveness of sentence structure; Generally speaking, there is a limit in length.

prose, which belongs to the unrhymed essay; Do not pay attention to sentence structure relationship (the so-called single-line prose sentence is). Generally speaking, the length is less limited than the poem.

Prose does not need to rhyme, and there is no limit to the number of words, and poetry needs to rhyme, and there is also a requirement for the number of words.

Two different styles of literature.

I think the main feature that distinguishes poetry from prose is the phonological characteristics of its style. Linguist Wang Li said; There is rhyme for poetry, and no rhyme for text. Esthetician Zhu Guangqian said:

Poetry is pure literature with rhythm. These two poetic theories are invariably unanimous, and in one sentence, they speak very concisely and clearly about the essential characteristics of poetry. In fact, poetry is the art of expressing life and thought in rhythmic language.

Poetry and prose can be the same in content, only one difference is that poetry pays attention to rhyme, which is a kind of language art that pays attention to the phonetic effect formed by the contradictory movement of rhyme rhythm and sound rhythm within the poem. Poetry and prose are interchangeable.

The text of the poem is concise and the artistic conception is far-reaching; The prose text is elegantly stretched, and there is room to play to the fullest;

Poetry focuses on intuition and inspiration, and can be divided into narrative poems, lyric poems, religious tests, etc., according to different contents, which can be subtle or direct. Prose pays attention to the freedom of form, and the so-called form is scattered but the spirit is not dispersed.

Laughter The sound of the rain gradually stopped, and the clear light faintly penetrated from behind the curtains. Push open the window and take a look! The cool clouds dispersed, and the remnants of the leaves reflected the moon, like a thousand points of fluorescent light, flickering and moving. - I really didn't expect that after the bitter rain and lonely lamp, there would be such a beautiful picture!

I stood by the window for a while, and felt a slight coldness. When I turned around, I was suddenly dazzled, and everything else in the room was hidden in the clouds; A gloomy glow, soaked only in the painting on the wall. - Angel in white, holding flowers, raising her wings, smiled at me.

This smile seemed to have been seen somewhere, when I ......”

I sat under the window and thought ,—— silently.

The closed curtain of my heart slowly opened, and an impression from five years ago poured out.

A very long trail. The mud under the donkey's feet is slippery. The water in the ditch was gurgling.

The green trees in the nearby village are all enveloped in wet smoke. A bow-like crescent moon hangs in the treetops. As he walked, there seemed to be a child on the side of the road, holding a bunch of bright white things.

The donkey passed by and inadvertently looked back. - He was holding the flowers, barefoot, and smiling at me.

It's like I've seen it somewhere! "I still want to—silently.

A central curtain appeared, and it slowly opened, gushing out of an impression from ten years ago. ——The rain under the thatched eaves fell on the clothes one by one. The water bubbles on the edge of the dirt steps are swirling around.

The wheat and grape trellises in front of the door are very bright and fresh. ——

After a while, it was easy to rain and clear, and I hurriedly walked downhill.

Go. When I saw Yue'er coming from the sea, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something, stood still, and turned around. The old woman in the hut—she leaned against the door, hugged the flowers, and smiled at me.

This same subtle expression, like a gossamer, fluttered together.

At this time, the heart is bright and quiet, like ascending to the fairy world, like returning to the hometown. The three smiles that appeared in front of me melted into the harmony of love for a while, and they couldn't be seen clearly.

The rain was falling. I walked into the rain.

I saw lightning hitting my roof.

The rain slid like a snake on my body.

I don't feel terrified. I know.

There is a kind of flower that opens, and it applauds itself.

The rain was falling. The gesture in which it falls.

It can be seen, but it cannot be fixed.

2 You put yourself very close to the rain.

Just observe it.

The rain falls vertically in the depths of the gaze.

It doesn't fall into your heart.

You haven't allowed yourself to be pretentiously fictional.

The sky turned white. As white as snow.

The sound of lightning and thunder and lightning is also white.

A thin shout of a blank sheet of paper was drowned out.

You say, I ran in the rain and ran through the city.

Every street, in order to find a cemetery.

3 Cemeteries. A cemetery obscured by all kinds of babbling.

Placed there, like a discarded toy.

The dead are also like a discarded toy.

At this moment, the rain brought a burst of moisture in.

You feel a flower trembling faintly inside you.

You can't keep track of the movement of the black clouds.

You can't even predict.

The direction in which the splash spreads when it hits the ground.

I'd love to help you and get points, but I can't find them, I'm sorry!

Go there and find it.

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