Which one of the Book of Songs has deeply moved you?

The Book of Poetry, Xiaoya, Caiwei".

This is a poem about the return of soldiers to their hometowns, singing about the hard life of soldiers and soldiers and the feelings of homesickness. The first four sentences of the last chapter describe the scenery and feelings of the two specific moments of the expedition and the survival of this day.

Qin Feng No Clothes" - how can it be said that there is no clothes, and he is in the same robe with his son.

Xiaoya Tianbao - such as the moon is constant, like the rising of the sun.

Zhou Nan Han Guang - There are arbors in the south, and you can't think about it.

Xiaoya Heming" - the stone of other mountains, you can attack jade.

These four sentences are very good, and my favorite song is "Qin Feng No Clothes". As a war-themed poem, it is not too intense, but it deeply embodies the comradeship of life and death. As a bloody man, you may not need to remember "Qin Feng No Clothes", but you should remember "How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are in the same robe with your son".

Guan Ju's poem, I read it very unforgettable, the words in the poem are fair lady, good gentleman. It made me feel the pursuit of love by the ancients, and their bold openness.

What deeply touched me in the real scene was the poem Pu Jia, because when I was studying, I felt that the language of this poem was very beautiful, and the emotions were also very rich.

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. This poem really touched me and felt that poetic flavor.

The hooligans in the Book of Poetry moved me the most, because I think the girls there are particularly hard, and the boys are particularly ruthless and unrighteous, which makes me feel that some scenes in real life are very reasonable.

My Fair Lady, the gentleman is a good gentleman, this sentence is very deep to me, he is also a masterpiece in the Book of Poetry, I feel that it represents the love complex of young people.

There is a film and television drama with a short line: "A book is like a fair lady, a gentleman is like a person's words", there are more people who should like this sentence.

I still like "Drumming": life and death are broad, and Zicheng says. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. Yu is broad, not I live. Yu Xun Xi, I don't believe it!

One of the poems that touched me the most was My Fair Lady, a gentleman. And then this sentence is also used a lot by many men when they pursue women.

Wei Magpie has a nest, and Wei Gu lives in it.

From the anonymous "Magpie's Nest" in the pre-Qin period, Wei Que has a nest, and Wei Gu lives in it. The son of Yu returned, and a hundred taels of royalty.

Wei Que has a nest, and Wei Gu is square. The son of the son will return, and a hundred taels will be there.

Wei Magpie has a nest, and Wei Gu is Yingzhi. The son of the return, one hundred and two percent.

Translations and annotated translations.

The magpie built a nest, and the dove was going to get married, and the convoy came to meet her.

The magpie built a nest, the dove was going to get married, and the convoy sent her away.

Magpie nesting refers to a man marrying a wife, and dove occupies a nest refers to a woman marrying.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. Tranquil beauty, rustic and sincere. One of the most beautiful poems I've ever heard.

The rat has skin, people have no etiquette, people have no etiquette, what is not to die.

There is a sentence that is particularly good at the time. Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island, fair lady, gentleman. This sentence depicts the yearning of ancient girls for their beloved.

Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart. Even if I don't go, Yu Ning will not make a sound.

Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart.

The peach is dying, scorching its glory.

How can he say that he has no clothes, and is with his son?

Zhan Bi Qiao, green bamboo. There are bandit gentlemen, such as cutting and learning, such as grinding, stinging, and stinging. There are bandits.

Shall he be clothed without clothes, and clothed with his son?

Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers, and go with his son.

The soup of the son, the top of the hill, Xun is affectionate, and hopeless.

I like a lot, and Tao Yao is very beautiful.

The peach is dying, scorching its glory. The son of the family is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in the house.

The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming. The son is home, and his family room is appropriate.

The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king.

There is a beautiful person, who is clear and graceful.

There is naturally no shortage of poems describing war in the Book of Songs, the most typical of which is "Drumming" - poem, which has the same effect as "Poor and uncertain riverside bones, like people in a spring boudoir dream", all of which express the mood of war weariness. The hero of the poem once swore to grow old with his wife, but this beautiful love was broken by a sudden war. "Holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son", what a sincere promise, but I can only sigh "I don't believe it".

Perhaps this is just the voice of a soldier, but it expresses the disgust of war and the yearning for stability.

The Book of Poetry is like a cup of tea, a glass of light wine silently moistens our dry hearts, when hesitating, read - read the "Book of Songs"; When you are helpless, read the Book of Songs; When you can't find the coordinates of your life, the Book of Songs can make people quiet down and slowly think about themselves, life, and everything around them. She is like an old man, who knows everything, knows everything, and speaks endlessly.

The Book of Songs is a relatively old collection of poems, and there are a lot of truths in it, and it is also very close to people's hearts.

The first month of the year begins.

Trees are born in February.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom in March.

In April, the vines are green.

May cicadas chirp.

The scorching sun reigns in June.

The weather turns cooler in July.

The month of August is not over yet.

Winter coats are prepared in September.

Rice is harvested in October.

Yang energy lurks in November.

December is about to usher in another good year.

Part of it is from Feng Feng's "July", but it is not the original text, so find the original poem and translate it yourself, right?