Please, who has this poem?

A real man.

If you can be calm and calm when everyone has no master, instead of following the crowd.

If you are suspicious and suspicious, you can sing confidently without arguing.

If you can not forget the form in success, and have the courage to chew the bitter fruit after the disaster;

If you see that the beauty you are pursuing is shattered into a pile of rubble, you will not give up;

If you have worked hard and become famous, you will still take risks for a new goal, even if your fame is lost;

If you talk to the villagers without being humble, and if you walk with the princes without flattery;

If the love of others can't control you, if you can be independent with anyone;

If the harassment of the bewilderment doesn't shake your will, you can wait until you're calm and then answer

Then, your cultivation will be as broad as heaven and earth, and you will be a real man, my son!

A real man.

If you can be calm and calm when everyone has no master, instead of following the crowd.

If you are suspicious and suspicious, you can sing confidently without arguing.

If you can not forget the form in success, and have the courage to chew the bitter fruit after the disaster;

If you see that the beauty you are pursuing is shattered into a pile of rubble, you will not give up;

If you have worked hard and become famous, you will still take risks for a new goal, even if your fame is lost; If you talk to the villagers without being humble, and if you walk with the princes without flattery;

If the love of others can't control you, if you can be independent with anyone;

If the harassment of the bewilderment doesn't shake your will, you can wait until you're calm and then answer

Then, your cultivation will be as broad as heaven and earth, and you will be a real man, my son!

Nobel laureate Kipling's letter to his 12-year-old son.

Child: If you can be calm and calm instead of following the crowd when there is no one else.

If you are suspicious and suspicious, you can be confident and not argue.

If you can not forget the form after success, and have the courage to chew the bitter fruit after disaster.

If you see that the beauty you are pursuing is shattered into a pile of rubble, don't give up.

If you have worked hard and you have achieved fame, you will still take risks for a new goal, even if your fame is lost.

If you talk to the villagers without being modest, and walk with the princes without flattery.

If the love of others can't control you, if you can be independent with anyone;

If all the harassment doesn't shake your will, you can wait until you're calm.

Then, your cultivation will be as vast as heaven and earth.

And you are a true man, my son!

Your father.

A real man - English Kipling.

If you are able to calm down and not follow the crowd when there is no master;

If, in the day of suspicion and suspicion, you can be confident and not debate in vain;

If you hear the mystery of your own words, you are distorted by scoundrels into unrecognizable magic without complaining;

If you talk to the villagers without leaving a humble attitude, and walk with the prince without flattery;

If you are independent from anyone, then your cultivation will be as broad as heaven and earth.

When the weather is fine.

Author] Dai Wangshu [Dynasty] Modern.

When the weather is clear, it's time to take a walk around the trail:

The mud road that has been moistened by the rain must be cool and gentle;

The little grass that flaunted its new greenery had been washed away at once;

The little feverfew, which was no longer timid, slowly raised their heads, tried the cold, tried the warmth, and then bloomed one by one;

A butterfly that shakes off the droplets.

Wander freely among the leaves and put it on the pages of wisdom of the ornamentation.

Exposed to the sun, it opens and closes.

Let's go for a walk in the trail, when the weather is clear:

Barefoot, hand in hand, stepping on new mud, wading through the stream.

The new sun pushed away the haze, the stream wrinkled in the warm wind, and looked at the dark green of the mountains—the footprints of the clouds—it was also wandering.

"Early Return" is a five-character poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Yuan Zhen.

Early return: Yuan Zhi Tang DynastyThe spring is quiet and the breeze is light, and the wine returns in the early morning.

The distant mountains are caged in Cebu, and the shadows of the tall trees are shining.

Drink horsefish and frighten the water, wear flower dew drop clothes.

The warbler seems to be annoyed by each other, and flies with a small smile.

Here are a few words that mean:

Cage: shroud shadow: projection Drinking horse: giving water to the horse Pong: Lean; Near.

Then the words to translate are:

The spring morning was quiet, the breeze was blowing, and I returned with wine.

The distant mountain peaks are shrouded in a night mist that has not yet dissipated, and the shadows of the trees are reflected on the ground in the morning light, intertwined light and dark.

When giving water to the horses, the fish in the water were alarmed, and the dew soaked the clothes as they passed through the flowers.

Huang Ying seemed to complain that someone was coming and was annoyed, and kept chirping around people with a tactful voice.

"Cage" means shrouded.

"Distant Mountains Cex" writes about the hazy beauty of the distant mountains shrouded in mist and haunting.

"Shadow" here means projection, and "Shadow of a tall tree" depicts the scene of the morning light shining and the shadows of the leaves projected on the ground. Both words are concise, figurative, and expressive.

The poet walked through the flowers, touched his clothes in the dew, and flew away from the yellow warbler.

"Seems to be annoyed" personifies the yellow warbler and shows its cute characteristics.

"Fly with a puppet person" writes that its cry is beautiful. The tail couplet writes about the birds complaining about the people, which actually shows the author's pleasure passing by the woods in the morning.

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Problem description: I only remember that one of the sentences means: when sending the letter, I was afraid that the content would not be appropriate, so I repeatedly opened it and checked it several times before sending it.

Analysis: "Autumn Thoughts" (Zhang Ji).

Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book. The fear was said in a hurry, and the pedestrians opened it again.

The quatrains of the Tang Dynasty are more allegorical in the scene, the scenes are blended, and there are fewer narrative components; In the Middle and Tang Dynasty, the narrative elements gradually increased, and daily life often became the subject of quatrains, and the style also changed from the majestic and romantic atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty to realism. Zhang Ji's poem "Autumn Thoughts" is allegorical, with the help of a fragment of daily life - the details of the thoughts and actions when sending the letter to the family, it is very true and delicate to express the deep longing of the people who travel to their hometown. Autumn is coming, the autumn wind is blowing in Luoyang City, and I want to write a letter to my family, and I have a lot to say.

I am afraid that I have not finished my heart in a hurry, and when the person carrying the letter is about to leave, I open the envelope again to see what is still not written. "Autumn Thoughts" shows the common feelings of travelers missing their hometown, the first three sentences are ordinary, "meaning ten thousand weights" or "inexhaustible", just a general straight heart, seeing that this poem has lost the brilliance of art in the mediocre narrative, however, in the end, it bears out "pedestrians are about to open and open", so that the realm suddenly appears, the form and spirit are revealed, and the spirit of the whole article is suddenly inspired.

Qianxi Original: Ideal, still far away!

The drizzle hid the deep alleys, and the moss turned the stone slabs.

The smoke rolls away, if the mist is long.

Yangguan is not a hometown.

The west wind thanked the remnants of the flowers, and the ancient road was far away from the border pass.

The remnant sun, dyed red yesterday, if the southern goose returns.

The ideal is still far away.

How I miss that afternoon, with the lazy sunshine and you.

The breeze is accompanied by the fragrance of the water, and the water ripples.

I packed my bags and looked into the unknown distance to tell you.

I left, the maple leaves were red and light, and the wild geese were near and far.

I wish someone could tell me.

The end of the road is at the **......

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