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I saw it in a post called Dada Tea Party: "The Men of the Bathhouse Owner's Family" continued 224: I can eat, sleep, and laugh (

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You can also "This poem appeared on Chinese New Year's Eve in episode 16, the whole family sat around listening to the second aunt read the poem, in the cold winter season, and it was the New Year, and reading a poem with a snow scene seemed more suitable for this situation."

The name of the poem is not called "okay", but because the first few lines are repeated, "okay" impresses the family and the audience in the play.

The author compares this pronunciation of Korean to the sound of snow falling on the ground, and this point is conveyed to the audience in the play through the mouth of so-kyung.

The real title of this poem can actually be applied to the famous lyrics of "One Cut Plum", "Snowflakes Fluttering".

The author is a famous Korean poet, translated as "Xu Zhengzhou" in the TV series, everyone knows that Korean is a phonetic script, and one word can correspond to many Chinese characters, so it's actually okay to translate it like this, but I confirmed it on Korea**, and his Chinese character name should be Xu Tingzhu.

This poem was written in 1954 to express the author's compassion for the suffering of the people and his lament for nature.

Regarding the content of the poem, the author may want to say that everyone's life has its own trajectory, as well as its own sorrows and joys, but all fates can actually be seen as a whole, and we should comfort each other and work hard to live.

Translator of the sticker.

It's OK. It's OK.

It's OK. It's OK.

Facing the snowflakes.

The chirping of the birds was heard.

It's OK. It's OK.

It's OK. It's OK.

In the gentle snowflakes, the cries of red-faced girls and children were heard.

Crying. Laughing.

All fates are entangled.

There were tears on the faces of the adults, but there were smiles on the faces of the ignorant children.

All the stories of the world are whispered in my ears.

It's OK. It's OK.

It's OK. It's OK.

Falling snowflakes.

Wrap the green mountains tightly.

I don't know if it's right or wrong, for reference.

A poem read by the second sister-in-law among the men of the Korean drama bathhouse owner's house is okay.

Specifically, the name of the TV series?

Ancient or modern?

The title at the beginning of an ancient poem is called the title.

The title of the poem is like the eyes of a dragon, which has always been valued by poets. Tang poetry is highly prosperous, so the way of title is particularly rich. The common ones are as follows:

1. Title according to the content and the process of composing the poem. Such as Luo Bing Wang's "Cicada in Prison".

Wang Bo's "Sending Friends to Qing Du Shaofu Zhiren Shuzhou".

2. Group together several poems with the same form or subject matter and give them a general title. For example, Chen Ziang has "Feelings".

There are thirty-eight poems, and Li Bai has fifty-nine poems of "Ancient Style".

3. Follow the old title of Han and Wei Yuefu. For example, Li Bai's "Ding Du Song of Protection" is the name of the "Wu Sheng Song" of Yuefu in the Southern Dynasty.

4. Take the first two words as the title of the poem, although it cannot summarize the content of the whole poem, it is helpful to memorize and memorize, such as Han Yu's "Mountain Stone".

Du Mu's "Qingming".

Wait. Poetry it has its roots in religion and labor. Primitive man labored while making a simple and rhythmic call, in order to forget the temporary pain brought by labor and lift the spirit, and coordinate the movements.

Gradually, this simple and rhythmic call developed into a poem that imitates the voice of labor itself and expresses the feelings of the laborer itself.

Two in the palace The second one.

Tang Luo Ye) Although he belonged to the pear orchard since he was a child, he did not know the gate of the Jade Palace of the first emperor. It was still a song and dance at that time, and where is the most gracious now.

Yu Panzhou can not have a boat to create a long tent and a household.

Song Ye Shi) Although he went in a hurry, he also had to be wide to the good mountain. The new canopy window is as high as a house, and the peaks live in the middle.

The Zhou'e Ancestral Hall respects and retains two uniques.

Song Wu Qian) Although the tomb is a fist of soil, Taihua Heng is often not necessarily a pawn. Moved by the tears of loyalty and filial piety of pedestrians, the Cangjiang River continues to flow eastward.

In the snow, Chen participated in politics and inspected the military department.

Song Qianshi) Although he was in the old mountains and forests, Yu Jiyan returned to this heart. But if you have to live a lifetime, you might as well hug the old man.

Mencius: Renshu.

Late Song Dynasty and early Yuan Dynasty Chen Pu).

Although benevolence is rooted in the heart, familiarity is in the place. However, the new day is always new, and the left and right are taken from the original.

Although it is a poor chrysanthemum, Haoran is still in tears.

Although it is so expensive to be able to win the championship, it really won the championship.

Although the world network is always pure, it is happy to talk to me about the good situation.

Newlyweds. Tang] Du Fu.

The silk is attached to fluffy hemp, and the vine is not long.

It is better to marry a daughter and recruit a husband, than to abandon the roadside.

The knot is a wife, and the seat is not warm.

Saying goodbye in the morning of the twilight wedding, it was too hurried.

Although Jun Xing is not liquid and far away, he guards the border and goes to Heyang.

The concubine's body is not clear, why worship the aunt.

When my father rented and buried the manuscript and my mother raised me, she ordered me to hide it day and night.

The birth of a daughter has a return, and the chicken and dog also have to be.

Jun is now dying, and he is in pain.

vowed to go with you, but the situation was pale.

Don't think about being newlywed, work hard.

Women are in the army, and their morale is afraid of bad and filial piety.

Talking about the poor girl, she has been wearing clothes for a long time.

Luo Xiang did not apply it again, and washed red makeup on Jun.

Looking up at the birds flying, the size will fly.

There are many mistakes in personnel, and you will always look at each other.

I saw it on a **, I don't know if what you said is this.

Over here. Essay on Shijiazhuang Tiedao University.

Today, we stand here.

Stand on the shoulders of giants.

Giants of steel.

It has a will of steel, a body of steel.

Strong, cold and hard.

The red steel rails that stood.

It was cast with the blood of the predecessors.

The white tower that stood.

It was made of white bones by the warriors.

The thick concrete walls.

It is generation after generation of builders.

Mix the cement with the sand and gravel with sweat.

Add time and effort.

Day and night. Layer by layer.

Here, countless people fight for it.

Here, countless people set sail with it.

Here, how much youth and hope are buried.

Here, there has been a lot of glory and pride.

Today, we stand here.

To struggle, like countless people who have struggled.

We have to fight, like steel.

Strong, cold and hard.

Indomitable. The red steel rails that stand are cast by the predecessors with blood, "This is the inspiration for me to write a poem** and the motivation to support me to finish writing, I am a student of Shijiazhuang Tiedao University, which is a school with a glorious history, and has played a very key role in the construction of China." There are still remnants of military academies.

Although reason told me that I should maintain enough respect for this school, I never felt it emotionally, until I stared at the red steel rails standing in front of the traffic emergency support center, and felt the shock of my heart for the first time, and a sense of awe and love was born in my heart.

A line of poetry.

Appreciation. September 10, 2006.

Qiangui Jingfang moistens the evening makeup, and Wanrui is soaked in the fragrance of wine.

The soul is sparse and the moon is dark, and the elegant room is fragrant and through the cold window.

Outside the window, the lotus petals contain open sleep, and the Zhilan in the pot is waiting to be spit out.

Next year, there will be a mid-autumn night, and there will be moonlight in the sky and on earth.

The hermit who visited Zeshan did not meet.

September 12, 2006.

The temple is surrounded by thirty bends, and the door is not seen by the three calls.

Non-knowing clouds and fishing in autumn water, they have no chance to look up to each other.

The hollow valley is absolutely golden and emerald, and the heart is full of qi and gods.

It is quite clear and elegant, that is, to return to Yunshan with a crane.

With Brother Cheng Dengze Mountain Monastery.

September 12, 2006.

Pointing to the sky, flying and spiraling in the void.

Zheng Rong with Sun Duo ghost axe, Nunnery Tallinn in the clouds.

Peek at the Arashi pine bird, Jian Zhi.

The ghostly boulder He Linglong.

The autumn colors are pure and clear, and the avenue is endless.

Farewell to the golden autumn.

October 1, 2006.

Diligently ascend to send Feihong, cut through the blue sky and throw the glow.

Looking up at the cold waves, I still saw the plum shadow lingering.

Nostalgic repetition of sheng flute songs, dreams linger in spring, autumn and summer.

The gathering is already a white-haired person, and the autumn color of Gushui is picturesque.

Spring drunken temple. End of April 2007.

A trickling stream surrounds the mountains, and the misty smoke trees cover the temple.

The spring cold clouds dream thousands of miles away, and people are drunk and surging thousands of mountains.

The meditation room repairs the bamboo and hugs the same night, and the visitors talk about different books together.

The Hinayana of enlightenment is opened, and the long-cherished hills and ravines are the leading edges.

Spring outing to the depths of the mountains.

End of April 2007.

With the warm spring of Nanshan, a mountain of tender green and blue sky.

The clouds and smoke move the mountains and forests, and they go deep into the hidden gurgles in several places.

The scenery covers the mountain village and does not know where, the stone flies red spots and moss spots, and the love is good and the time is forgotten, and the moon is on the mountain and knows the dust.

Spring sorrow brings the spring breeze to the grass, and the flowers are chasing the butterflies.

Things are no longer people, and I want to think about turning into celery and leaking ashes.

The catkins are dancing in the wind, and the spring is blowing.

If the two feelings are strong, how can they be restored.

Spring is like the arrival of mother's love, and great love has flowers that bloom naturally.

Life must always shine, and the wind is like a true smile open.

Answer: And poems:

The egret and the egret go down the autumn water, flying alone like falling frost.

The heart is idle and has not gone, and the independent sandbar is by.