What are the frontispieces about love and devotion

Youth, struggle.

When the bonfire rises, light the annual rings, so that every trace of the sweetness of life blooms in bitterness.

The moon is like the wind, who is buried deep in the soil, overdrawing the saltiness of tears? Who is the guide to the wind and clouds, and the length of the years? Who dissects the heart and intestines and experiences the depth of life?

Today, we set sail; Tomorrow, we reach the other side. Today, we dedicate our youth, and tomorrow we will reap a beautiful harvest.

On the White Apple Island, the girl who was drunk in the water town; In the yellow earth, the young man was blackened. Tossing and turning, you are the beating sun, cheerfully, looking forward to the season of lotus blooming.

Quietly, you've found your way home.

Youth, waiting.

Splash a piece of paper and ink, in the courtyard of blue bricks and black tiles, the snowflakes are floating, the plum blossoms are fragrant, and you smile with satisfaction with your expectant eyes.

Chrysanthemum tea. There is a light smoke in the dense story. The pot of dumplings, agitating and dancing, like Ming'er's naughty niece, rushed into the door, cheering.

Dreams are colorful. You are surprised to find that the daffodils on the windowsill are painted with another layer of turquoise.

What else to say? The yellowed letter paper surfaced with a long-lost image, and the bottom of my heart warmed.

Youth, social travel.

On a sunny day, the willow tree picks the goose yellow. Enjoy the lazy cows, lying on the grass, and glimpse the little shepherd boy playing the bamboo flute to break the blisters.

A winter is gone, and the waterfowl are in a hurry. Whose purple swallow cut the spring, and the nesting soil was scattered in mid-air.

The horse neighed. The girl who bought flowers walked by, and the boy who forgot to fly a kite once flew his dream high.

You laughed, stroked the docile cat, and remembered your young friends, who had already written their promise of immortality in the poplar forest. It's time to get out.

Youth, endure.

Pluck the strings, the words of the flowers are fragrant, and you are the vibrating notes that speak to yourself.

Dreams pass through the glass, tea leaves fall, the ripples of clear water float the sweetness of love, and your dignified eyebrows stretch.

Born like a summer flower, gorgeous is the indulgence of forbearance; Quiet as a virgin, tranquility is tolerant and reserved.

You don't speak, you breathe quietly, and your face is as pink as a baby.

Preface: There are virtues like gold, and every life can bloom under the golden sunshine; There is a lot of hope here, and every heart can sail on the green field. This is the cradle of our growth.

Here there may not be the poet Li Bai's dashing and flying words, or the patriotic pride of the poet Du Fu, but there are our most sincere and beautiful emotions. There are crooked footprints on the road of our growth. There is our heartfelt smile, the warmth of mother's love, the greatness of father's love, our filial piety to our elders, the deep affection between classmates, the understanding and respect between teachers and students, and the good wishes of teachers and the eternal support and help of school leaders.

This is the world where we show our talents, is the cradle of our growth, although we are not mature enough, although our pen is still very immature, although our words are still very jerky, but we will use our sincere heart to absorb the sunshine, to absorb the moisture of rain and dew, to express the most beautiful and true emotions in our hearts.

Let's do it! It takes time for green apples to mature, and we still need to work hard to grow, let us work together to challenge the wind and rain, forget yesterday's flowers, grasp today's growth, and run towards tomorrow's maturity.

May we join hands for a better tomorrow!

There has to be a scene, disaster relief, and blood donation.

Selfless dedication, true love is eternal! It should be able to be used anywhere.

Reading makes me enjoy life. Reading makes me enjoy reading every day, and it's a feeling I'll never forget. Shakespeare once said, "Books are the nourishment of the whole world."

Life without books is like the earth without sunlight; Wisdom without books is like a bird without wings. "It's a pleasure like listening to a bird chirping happily, like watching the snow fall silently. Maybe I should really turn my mind into a delicate soft bag, packed with birdsong, packed with flying snow.

No matter in **, the elegant mellow fragrance in the book will be full of sweet memories and happy feelings. It's the mystery in the book that makes me happy and makes me enjoy every day of my life.

I love to read, books have solved many mysteries for me, books have given me a pair of eyes to observe things, and books have brought all kinds of fun to my life. With books, I have the key to happiness; With books, I have the ambition of caring for the people of the world; With books, the ends of the earth are also close at hand.

That's the mystery of the book.

1. Who has not died since ancient times? Keep Dan in mind.

From Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing Zero Ding Yang" in the Song Dynasty.

Translation: Who has been able to live forever since ancient times? I want to leave a patriotic heart to reflect in the annals of history.

Second, the horizontal eyebrows pointed coldly at the thousand husbands, bowing their heads and being willing to be a son of a cow.

From modern Lu Xun's "Self-Mockery".

Translation: Never give in to the enemy, and bow down to the masses of the people like an ox.

Third, it is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Li Shangyin, "Untitled: It's Difficult to Say Goodbye When We Meet".

Interpretation: The opportunity to meet is really rare, and it is even more difficult to part when they are separated, and it is also the late spring weather when the east wind is about to be harvested, and the flowers are gone, which makes people even more sad. The silk is spit out when the spring silkworm is cocooned and dies, and the wax oil like tears can only drip dry when the candle is burned to ashes.

Fourth, Tang Hanyu "Left Moved to Languan to Show Nephew Sun Xiang".

Excerpt from the original text: If you want to eliminate the evils for the Shengming, you are willing to decay and cherish the old age!

Interpretation: If you want to get rid of harmful things for the emperor, how can you spare your remaining life because of aging.

Fifth, he did not hesitate to break his bones, leaving only innocence in the world

From Yu Qian's "Lime Yin".

Translation: I don't care about my broken bones at all, and I am willing to leave my innocence in the world

1. The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch begins to dry with tears. ——Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty, Untitled

Meaning: The spring silkworm cocoons until the silk is spit out when it dies, and the wax oil like tears can only drip dry when the candle is burned to ashes.

2. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. ——Gong Zizhen's "Jihai Miscellaneous Poems".

3. After harvesting a hundred flowers into honey, for whom is it hard and for whom is it sweet? - Tang Dynasty Luo Yin's "Bee".

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

4. Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. - Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Happy Rain on a Spring Night".

Meaning: With the wind, quietly enter the night. Fine and dense, it moistens all things on the earth.

5. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. ——Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty "Breaking the Array, Giving Strong Words to Chen Tongfu to Send It".

Meaning: (I) am bent on accomplishing the great cause of recovering the lost territory of the country for the monarch and gaining a good reputation for generations to come.

6. The stiff and lonely village does not mourn, and Shang Si is the national military wheel. - Song Dynasty Lu You, "November 4th Wind and Rain".

Meaning: I lie upright in the lonely and desolate countryside, not feeling sad for my situation, and thinking about defending the frontier for the country.