What are the seven verses of life enlightenment, and what are the seven poems of life?

Words are chiseled, words are chiseled. Don't be confused when you are over the years, and you are looking for the end of your dreams. Twenty years of pen farming, such as getting a stone field. Eight thousand miles of wandering, gradually becoming a dream. Blue serum tears, unpaid ambition. The sound of jade vibranium, sighing at the distance of the mountain.

Several scattered endows, an inch of desolate heart.

Miscellaneous Songs: Homecoming.

Hundreds of peaks stretch, thousands of peaks stacked green, pillow flow song. Sorrowful knots, thousands of hearts are related to Sangzhe. After four years, the hometown is even more timid, and I can't return. I'm afraid that in the coming day, the lotus wind will listen to the partridge, and I can't do it.

Miscellaneous Dragon Boat Festival.

Biai cattail, whose sons and daughters, celebrate Duanyang together. Empty melancholy. Carrying passengers in a foreign country, the past is afraid to think. Jiachen who folded the willow was unbearable. When you meet, you smile and pay the male yellow, in the tea smoke, the drizzle is homely.

Seven unique old tours.

Mo Xiaozun was full of wine and clothes in front of him, and he knew each other well in the past two autumns. Who can talk about the events of the year, when the water is far away, the mountains are high, and the intestines are broken.

Seven unique old memories.

A throw of spring light years and years, sideburns frost-shaped can't help the sky. Knowing that there will be no long-term plan, who will ask the full moon together?

Seven are untitled.

Don't seek cause and effect, don't self-cultivation, autumn chrysanthemum and summer fishing willow bin. It's not that idlers can't be idle, but if they can be idle, how can they wait for idlers?

The Seven Laws are not met.

Seeing things and thinking about people, I can't stop it, and I am still drunk with frost and moon. often ridicules fame and fortune and is impatient, and every time he steps on the green mountains, he is overjoyed. Eventful is not a chic guest, a leisure or an ascetic. Partial peace and hard dreams, a new word to comfort old friends.

The Seven Laws ascend.

The old dream still surrounds Jialing, and the high pavilion is alone at night. The rise and fall of people have existed since ancient times, and the failure has only been the present. The stars and lotus dew are slowly falling, and the moon is rising with pine lan. Tim is cool and happy, who will tie the red rope for me.

Seven Laws Drunk asked.

Qian who tied a red rope for me, borrowed the east wind just to ride. Behind him, the thin name is faint, and the pride in front of the bottle is still fluttering. The letter of the passing year can be flicked of the fingers, and the bad luck is not worth three folds. But hatred is difficult to have coincidence, and chance is thousands of layers apart?

The Seven Laws of Self-Feeling.

The chance is thousands of layers apart, and half a lifetime of fluttering is very exciting. The edge is shallow and the single person is insignificant, and he is trembling when he is obedient. Autumn comes and the moon is less and the flowers are less, and the sorrow and hatred are increased. The dust road is subject to the wind and rain, and the poetry is always like ice.

The Seven Laws are self-titled.

The heart of poetry is always like ice, and the temples are declining and the dreams are clear. Mu Hai looks up to the sky and has a vast chest, climbing the peaks and bones. Fuqin accompanies the crane to invite chrysanthemums, and the wine peeps at the fish drunk and lies on the vine. Thirty years of wild end, the soul is still condensed.

The Seven Laws ask yourself.

The soul is still condensed from the jade, and the two beauties can't be hated. Peng Ze is high and willing to work, and Qinglian is proud of his teacher. Self-cultivation has not extinguished the fire in the heart, and the subsistence is often sparse on the lamp. Fortunately, Dongli chatted about indulgence, and the madness was still full of pride.

The Seven Laws laugh at themselves.

The madness is still full of pride, and God is so old and tossed. There are thousands of temples and temples, and you might as well climb the lake and the sea. The frost invades the chrysanthemum path and the red glow falls, and the rain hits the lotus field and the green mist is steaming. Liang Rice is still arrogant, and laughing at himself is an honorific title.

The Seven Laws of Self-Entertainment.

Laughing at oneself is an honorific title, regardless of whether others love or hate. It is often recommended that the green bottle song event is also divided into green eyes. Emei.

The seven words of the poem that bears the light on life are:1. Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing.

From: Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty "Butterfly Love Flowers, Courtyard Deep and Deep".

Translation: Tearful eyes asked the falling flowers to know my mind, the falling flowers were silent, chaotic, scattered and scattered little by little to fly outside the swing.

2. Non-indifferent and unambitious, non-tranquil and far-reaching.

From: Zhuge Liang of the Three Kingdoms "Book of Commandments".

Translation: Do not pursue fame and fortune, live a simple and simple life, in order to show your own interests; Do not pursue excitement, peace of mind and tranquility, in order to achieve lofty goals.

3. Even if the mountain monk is really disgusted with guests, he is relatively indifferent.

From: Song Dynasty Zhao Fan "The Pillar of the Tuan Temple".

Translation: Even if the monks of the mountains do not like guests; Only by facing the state of mind as light as water can we reach the realm of Vima.

4. Ruthlessness is not as affectionate as bitterness. An inch is still a million wisps.

From: Song Dynasty Yan Shu "Yulou Spring, Spring Hatred".

Ruthless people ** understand the distress of amorous people, and an inch of lovesickness and sorrow has turned into thousands of threads.

5. Danqing doesn't know that the old man is coming, and the wealth is like a floating cloud to me.

From: Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Danqing Presents General Cao".

Translation: You have devoted your life to painting and do not know that old age is coming, but glory and wealth are like clouds in the sky for you.

(1) Life is like a tree with annual rings, and one year old passes through one year old.

Looking at the changeable wind and clouds, appreciate the spirit of flowers and plants.

Liufang dares to hope that poetry will remain in the world, and the house should be moistened first.

I love the green mountains and the sunset, and the heavens dare to sweep the dust in the moon.

2) The evening is sunny and the pen is thick, and the sunset is in rhyme.

Outside the window, there is a pity for the nostalgic swallow, and the pioneer cow is remembered in front of the lamp.

The chrysanthemum is fragrant with the autumn old, and the maple is allowed to invade the years.

Recognize the straight way like a string, and honor the end does not let the prince.

3) Feeling Jun Yao gave a broken branch and chanted, and the jade knocked on the gold to the end of the elegant sound.

Xinxu opened a thousand mountains early, and the old heart is still in the sky.

Sail can swim in Zhuhai, and abandon the stick should be able to turn Deng Lin.

The pearl and the smoke are born at the bottom of the sleeves, and he invites the moon to help the piano.

4) The socks are difficult to help the poor, and the dragon is slaying but carving insects.

Bending down to the gambi mulberry beetle, the waves were like snow and the wilderness.

Drunk singing and chanting the sky to make paper, and talking and laughing are lively.

In the twilight years, he felt that the poetry was healthy, and the white-haired childlike heart was red.

(a).

Life is like a tree with annual rings, and a year old passes through a new year.

Looking at the changeable wind and clouds, appreciate the spirit of flowers and plants.

Liufang dares to hope that poetry will remain in the world, and the house should be moistened first.

I love the green mountains and the sunset, and the heavens dare to sweep the dust in the moon.

(b).

The evening is sunny and the pen is thick, and the sunset is in rhyme.

Outside the window, there is a pity for the nostalgic swallow, and the pioneer cow is remembered in front of the lamp.

The chrysanthemum is fragrant with the autumn old, and the maple is allowed to invade the years.

Recognize the straight way like a string, and honor the end does not let the prince.

(c).

Feeling Jun Yao gave a broken branch and chanted, and the jade knocked on the gold and made an elegant sound.

Xinxu opened a thousand mountains early, and the old heart is still in the sky.

Sail can swim in Zhuhai, and abandon the stick should be able to turn Deng Lin.

The pearl and the smoke are born at the bottom of the sleeves, and he invites the moon to help the piano.

(iv).

The socks are difficult to help the poor, and the dragon slaying is unskilled but the carving worm.

Bending down to the gambi mulberry beetle, the waves were like snow and the wilderness.

Drunk singing and chanting the sky to make paper, and talking and laughing are lively.

In the twilight years, he felt that the poetry was healthy, and the white-haired childlike heart was red.

Seven unique poems of life perception: "Reward Paradise Yangzhou First Meeting Banquet Gift", "Ascending the Flying Peak", "Title Xilin Wall", "Reading Books", "Bee" and so on.

1, "Reward Paradise Yangzhou First Meeting Banquet Gift" Tang Liu Yuxi.

Bashan Chushui was desolate, and he was abandoned for twenty-three years.

The nostalgic empty chant hears the flute, and the countryside is like a rotten Ke person.

Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sinking boat, and ten thousand trees were spring in front of the sick tree.

Listen to the song of Jun today, and temporarily rely on the spirit of a glass of wine.

Translation: Bashan Chushui is a desolate place, and he has lived silently for twenty-three years.

can only play the flute and write poems, empty and melancholy; When I come back, I am like a rotten person.

On the side of the sunken boat, thousands of sails are competing; Sick trees grind ahead, and thousands of trees are spring.

Listen to you sing a song today, and borrow a glass of wine to cheer up.

2, "Ascending the Flying Peak" Song Wang Anshi.

Fly to the mountain to find the tower, and hear that the rooster cries to see the sunrise.

is not afraid of clouds to cover his eyes, and he is at the top by chance.

Translation: I heard that on the extremely high tower of Feilai Peak, you can see the rising sun when the rooster crows.

I'm not afraid that the clouds will obscure my vision, just because I'm at the top now.

3, "Title Xilinbi" Song Su Shi.

Horizontally seen as a ridge side into a blind balance noisy peak, far and near high and low do not block the ridge the same.

I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain.

Translation: From the front and side, the mountains of Lushan are undulating and the peaks are towering, and from the distance, near, high and low places of Lushan, Lushan presents a variety of different appearances.

The reason why I can't recognize the true face of Lushan is because I am in the middle of Lushan.

4, "Reading Books with Feelings" Southern Song Dynasty Zhu Xi.

Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky and clouds and shadows wandered together.

Q: Is that clear? For there is a source of living water.

Translation: The half-acre square pond is displayed in front of you like a mirror, and the brilliance of the sky and the shadows of the floating clouds move together in the mirror.

Why is the water in the pond so clear? It's because there is an inexhaustible source of living water for it.

5, "Bee" Don Luo Yin.

Regardless of the flat land or the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied.

After picking a hundred flowers into honey, for whom is it hard and for whom is it sweet?

Translation: Whether it is on the flat land or in the high mountains, **flowers bloom in the wind, **there are bees rushing.

Bees, you have collected all kinds of flowers to make nectar, who do you pay for and who do you want to taste sweet?