The Queen Mother of the West opened the window on the Yaochi; The voice of bamboo songs is very sad. Li Shangyin's Yaochi
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. Wang Mian's The First Picture of Xuan Mo
Cry at midnight
Bai Juyi
The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb.
Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.
Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.
If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.
A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad.
What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.
Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died.
What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.
The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.
The Wandering Son, Tang Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
The Prodigal Son by Meng Jiao, a poet in the middle Tang Dynasty.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
But how much love an inch of grass has is three times!
Don't be old, Huang Qing Nakazawa.
Bow your head to the mother river beam and look at the dry eyes.
It's a miserable snowy night in Chai Men, and there are no children at the moment.
From Jiang Shiquan, a poet in Qing Dynasty, "Going Home at the End of the Year"
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.
Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not complain about the dust.
Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty in the Tenth Five-Year Plan
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
Yuzhanghang
Lipper
Hu Feng blows instead of horses, and guards Luyangguan in the north.
Wu Bing took a photo of Hai Xue and asked when it would come back.
Halfway through Liao and Jin, Huang Yun was in great pain.
The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds.
The white horse is surrounded by flags and mourns to climb high.
The autumn moon of poplars is bitter, but Zhang Yu falls early.
I'm from Ming Xiu, and I haven't been idle while cutting Lu Su.
Do you cherish fighting to death and sweep away fierce stubbornness for you?
Without feathers in the stone, it's hard not to be afraid of danger.
If the ship flies like a whale, it will fall into the bay of stars.
This song can't be played, as evidenced by the three armed forces.
Get home at the end of the year Qingjiang Shiquan
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
In case of pity and haggard, ask for bitterness. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
Complete works of ancient praise teachers' poems
1, "Six Yixians in Tianjingsha" embraces the Wan Li world and looks forward to the infinite future.
The world was shocked by this prodigy who returned to Yaotai.
2. Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems
Qing palace zizhen
Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness.
I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.
3. Hsinchu
thank
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.
New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.
Step 4 reward the questioner
Tangliushang
There is nowhere in the void, like glass.
No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.
5. "Far Teacher"
Tang Bai Juyi
East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master.
Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart.
6. "Seeking harmony, respecting teachers and living in seclusion"
Tang Libai
The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year.
Dial the clouds to find the ancient road, lean against the trees and listen to the flowing water.
Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches.
Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds.
7. Teachers are easy to meet, but difficult to meet. Sima guang
8. Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night. Li shangyin
9, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud to protect flowers. gong zizhen
10, the world is not a teacher, so it's good to leave. liu zongyuan
1 1, dare to say and do, no regrets. The storm thundered and thundered, and the eyebrows were raised. Who else in the world? Anonymous Six Poems of Tianjin Sand by Wang Bencheng
12, East Palace White Bastard, Nansi Zen Master. Seeing each other in the distance, there is nothing in my heart. Bai Juyi's Far Teacher
13, Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by old cadres. New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. Hsinchu anonymous
14, saints are impermanent. Han Yu's Shi Shuo
15, void is everywhere, as if it were glass. No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry. Shang Liu's reward teacher
16, like the Mengyao platform, I know the Jade Girl is coming. The singer is far away, and the flowers are lingering. Laugh at my leisure three times and miss you seven times. The red leaves are flowing, and the wine is endless. Anonymous "Rumeng Yaotai"
17, a respected, learned and valuable hero. The weather, location and people are harmonious, and the pen is amazing. Anonymous "Kuang Huanxue of Tianjin Sha Sixth Division"
18, love at first sight is too hasty, and the school flowers are a few degrees red. Deep friendship is always in the dream of the soul, and deep kindness is always in the heart. Anonymous "unforgettable four-line teacher"
19, sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
20. I want to be a pillar of indomitable spirit. I've been running here and there for half my life, and now I'm sailing. Yao Lu Mountain is high and long. Anonymous "Six Paintings with a Long History in Tianjingsha"
2 1, falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. Gong Zizhen's Miscellaneous Work of Helping the Sea
22, a teacher for a day, a father for life. Hanqin Guan
23. Ancient scholars must be strict with their teachers, and teachers must be strict and respectful. Ouyang Xiu
24. Scholars must seek teachers, and teachers are essential. Yi Cheng
25, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. Du Fu
26, teacher, so preaching, teaching, and confusing. Han Yu
A poem praising mother
A poem praising mother
1. How intense, selfish and fanatical maternal love is, occupying the feelings of our whole soul. (Duncan)
2. Motherly love is the greatest power in the world. (Mill)
3. Motherly love is a huge flame. (romain rolland)
4. Bow down to the mother river beam and weep in vain. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mom, and the best call is "mom". (Ji Bolun)
6. All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)
There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call. (Dante)
8. When I grow up, my mother's black hair is like a maple leaf, and the frost is shining silver.
9. An ode condenses my love for you, making the flowers in your heart bloom like clouds, and the fragrance will accompany you through the long years.
10. A porridge and a meal are hard-won, and it's hard to get over it. Motherly love is boundless, and love is like a sea of waves.
1 1. Eternal mother, when you open your newborn eyes for the first time, the first thing you see is the incomparable holiness of your mother.
12. May fragrance and mellow fragrance haunt your life, and may my silvery laughter fill your brow.
13. May all my blessings rub into your heart, and a green leaf is full of its friendship with the roots.
14. One mother failed in teaching and three Long Yuan sent down the kettle. Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace. Worthless Tangsikongtu
15. Mourn my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
16. I love my son endlessly, and I am happy to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
17. The old bald mother hid her face and cried, and her sleeves were broken. Han Yu
18. When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo
19. I stared at you carefully with loving eyes and tears of joy, but your hazy and ignorant heart beat instinctively, but you couldn't express your affection. You couldn't help crying out loud.
20. A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Korea]
2 1. A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child not be sweet when sleeping in it? (Hugo)
22. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
23. Leave mother in the ditch and stay at home. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
24. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. She blew gently and the earth turned green.
Poems praising bees, complete works of classical ancient poems
1, orchids are the same, bees and snakes live together. Harmful to the heart is poisonous, and the demon flame blows itself. The thunder stung it, and the dead nest burned it. Suffering helps evil, not disaster. "Insect Poetry" Author: Yuan Zhen 2, pear flowers smile at the bright moon, bees swim in the purple palace spring. The spleen is divided into five branches, and the core chews the gentleman. Wings and feathers are quite similar, and their minds are solid and different. Ann knows that no one will eat people in this world. Yuan Zhen's Poems of Insects' Bees
3. Plum path fragrant cold bee is unknown. The guest's words are dark, and the gentleman returns to the horse wet flag. Du Mu's boating in the rain in early spring, the messenger of Hengjiang meets Li Zhaoer's scholar in the week.
The flower market is flooded several times every year, and it is warm and cold day and night. Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness? "Honey Spleen Singing Bees" Qian Qi
5, 300 days to run Kyushu, southern Xinjiang, North China to pick flowers. Making honey all day long is physically and mentally laborious, and the sweetness of the world is effective. Ge Xianting, ode to bees
6. There are competing bees. Four waves of whales swallow each other, and five mountains collapse. Zhang Bi's The Gap
7. I hate it. I like to brew honey in the pavilion. I like to mix swallow mud. Ma Yanliang's "A Flower _ Spring Rain Runyao Peach"
The situation is that after this flower blooms, there will be no flowers, and the management will be very busy. From now on, you will collect honey and become a house. Chen Liang's autumn mint
9. The flower market is flooded several times every year, and it is warm and cold day and night. Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness? Qian Qi's Sweet Spleen Singing Bees
10. Dig Acacia Kiln for no reason, which is the warbler's nest of bees and butterflies. Infatuation is the Millennium tune. If you don't work hard, it's like the wind blowing bamboo, and if you don't go, it's like the wind blowing flowers. Zheng Guangzu scolded Yulangbei.
1 1, tree bell rope, high barrier threshold, hedge repair. Ding's swallows and butterflies are flying up and down. Think about being 90 years old, afraid of flowers flying away, afraid of losing their beauty. Don't be afraid of cold silver bottles, learn from Wo Fanggen. Chen's water tone? Spring blossoms and get up early.
12, flying like an arrow, looking for fragrance like a meteor. A small body can carry loads, and thin wings can ride the wind. Wu Cheng'en Yongfeng
13, the plum-diameter fragrant cold bee is unknown. The guest's words are dark, which makes you return to the horse's wet flag. Du Mu
14. The green peak is pale in autumn, and the lower bound of riding a horse scares the bees away. Huang's Water
15. Cloud window and fog pavilion, full of spring breeze. Butterflies leak around bees. Annoying tastes like plum, and willows are wrapped around the waist. Yu Lou Chun by Xiang Ziyin
16. Xiao Yuan Huachi is rotten, and there are endless thoughts in front of the back door. A thin waist is better than dew, and a light back leans against the wind. Red walls and lonely cliffs are full of honey, and blue curtains are empty. The butterfly celebrating its age will meet in mid-February. Li Shangyin of Bees
17. Du Yanchun Qiushe, bees are buzzing in the morning and evening. Liu Tingxin's Wild Goose Fall to Victory Order
18, I hate it, I like to brew honey in the pavilion, and I like to mix swallow mud. A flower of Ma Yanliang _ Chunyu Runyao Peach
19, flying from flower to flower, I have never had half a day's leisure in my life. Everyone in the world praises honey for its delicious taste, but who cares if it blocks the bottom of the pot? Wang Jin Yongfeng
20, cloud window fog pavilion spring breeze. Butterflies leak around bees. Annoying tastes like plum, and willows are wrapped around the waist. Xiang zi yin Yu Lou chun
2 1, February 2, Jiang Shangxing, the east wind is warm and the wind is blowing. The stamens are like willow buds and graceful eyes, and the purple bees and butterflies hover, which is more slender. Li Shangyin February 2nd
22. The flower market is flooded several times every year, and it is warm and cold day and night. Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness? Qianqi honey bee
23, 300 days to run Kyushu, southern Xinjiang, North China to pick flowers. Making honey all day long is physically and mentally laborious, and the sweetness of the world is effective. Ge Xianting's Ode to Bees
24, tree bells, high bases, fences. Ding's swallows and butterflies are flying up and down. Think about being 90 years old, afraid of flowers flying away, afraid of losing their beauty. Don't be afraid of cold silver bottles, learn from Wo Fanggen. Chen's Water Tune Song Tou Yong Hua Chun Zao
25. Dig the Acacia kiln for no reason, where there are bees, butterflies and swallows' nests. Infatuation is the Millennium tune. If you don't work hard, it's like the wind blowing bamboo, and if you don't go, it's like the wind blowing flowers. Zheng Guangzu's "Scold the Jade Langbei"
26. Xiao Yuan's huachi is rotten, and there are endless thoughts in front of the back door. A thin waist is better than dew, and a light back leans against the wind. Red walls and lonely cliffs are full of honey, and blue curtains are empty. The butterfly celebrating its age will meet in mid-February. Li Shangyin of Bees
27. The night rain and the wind are crazy, destroying the fragrance of the West Garden, wandering with bees and butterflies in the morning, and searching for red makeup. Arroway's "ChristianRandPhillips Powder"
28, tree bells, high bases, fences. Ding's swallows and butterflies are flying up and down. Think about being 90 years old, afraid of flowers flying away, afraid of losing their beauty. Don't be afraid of cold silver bottles, learn from Wo Fanggen. Chen Shui Diao Ge Tou Yong Hua Chun Zao
29. Excavate Acacia Kiln for no reason, where there are bees, butterflies and warblers' nests. Infatuation is the Millennium tune. If you don't work hard, it's like the wind blowing bamboo, and if you don't go, it's like the wind blowing flowers. Zheng Guangzu's "Scold the Jade Langbei"
30. Xiao Yuan's huachi is rotten, and there are endless thoughts at the back door. A thin waist is better than dew, and a light back leans against the wind. Red walls and lonely cliffs are full of honey, and blue curtains are empty. The butterfly celebrating its age will meet in mid-February. Li Shangyin of Bees
3 1, Du Yanchun Qiushe, bees are buzzing in the morning and evening. Liu Tingxin's Wild Goose Fall to Victory Order
32. The night rain and the wind are crazy, destroying the fragrance of the West Garden, wandering with bees and butterflies in the morning, and searching for red makeup. ChristianRandPhillips Powder by Aruvi
33, swimming bees compete for thorns, and fighting birds are also crowded. Born small, don't like Guanghua. Yuan Zhen's Fang Shu
34, swim under the clear sky, looking for chrysanthemum fragrance. Bring the sound to the core and shadow it in the incense. Living in the fog, rising and falling with the wind. Finally, I am ashamed of being a butterfly and don't communicate with my dreams. "Cold Bees Picking Chrysanthemums" Geng Yan
35, cloud window fog pavilion spring breeze. Butterflies leak around bees. Annoying tastes like plum, and willows are wrapped around the waist. Yu Lou Chun by Xiang Ziyin
Yongfeng Wang Mingxin
Picking and brewing busy little bees in spring, why not flap their wings and sting their neighbors? I should be worried about the exhaustion of flowers. I hate burning smoke to get wax.
Song Yongfeng Yao Mian
Pick a group of fragrant flowers on your head, pack them up and enter the bridal chamber. But the honey is sweet, and it doesn't matter if it is bitter.
Tang Qianqi, the honey-spleen humming bee
The flower market is flooded several times a year, and it is warm and cold day and night. Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?
Yong bee contemporary ge xianting
Come to Kyushu for 300 days, pick flowers in southern Xinjiang and flowers in northern China. Making honey all day long is physically and mentally laborious, and the sweetness of the world is effective.
Feng Er Yang Shisong Wan Li
Bees don't eat people, and the high therapeutic value is to feed on hops. Not busy making honey, but busy picking honey, which is full of flowers.