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Repair bridges and repair roads. Pronunciation of the idiom: xiū qiáo bǔ lù. Definition of the idiom: Build bridges and repair roads.

The old metaphor is to be enthusiastic about public welfare and give money to do good deeds.

Source of the idiom: The first chapter of "Looking at the Money Slave" written by Anonymous of the Yuan Dynasty: "I, Jia Ren, can also give alms to monks, build temples and pagodas, build bridges and roads, cherish the orphans and the few, respect the elderly and pity the poor." Examples of idioms: 2. Guo

The idiom pronunciation of the bridge draw board: guò qiáo chōu bǎn idiom definition: It is a metaphor for kicking away the people who have helped you after you have achieved your purpose.

Origin of the idiom: Example of the idiom: As long as you don’t want ~, I’ll go to them right away. There must be a way and I’ll get back to you tomorrow.

(Chapter 30 of "Nie Haihua" by Zeng Pu of the Qing Dynasty) 3. Cross the river and tear down the bridge. Pronunciation of the idiom: guò hé chāi qiáo. Definition of the idiom: After crossing the river, tear down the bridge.

After achieving the goal, it is a metaphor for kicking away the people who helped you.

Source of the idiom: The third chapter of "Li Kui Bears the Thorn" written by Kang Jin of the Yuan Dynasty: "You can't push the boat with the current, but you don't allow me to cross the river and burn the bridge." Example of the idiom: Xiangzi has suffered so much,~, the old man turned his back and refused to recognize anyone,

They were aggrieved for Xiangzi.

(Lao She's "Camel Xiangzi" 14) To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou Du Mu The green mountains are faintly covered by the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn.

Twenty-Four Bridges On a moonlit night, where can beauties learn how to play the flute? The Marco Polo Bridge is only distinguishable by the sun and the crowds are noisy. The yellow dust and desert horses are arrogant. I wrote a poem and asked about Sangganshui. There were idle people who crossed this bridge. One bridge after another was built by magpies.

, The Weaver Girl and the Cowherd complain about Acacia. Author: Du Fu. The three cities are garrisoned in the white snow on the west mountain. The Wanli Bridge on the Qingjiang River in Nanpu.

The wind and dust in the sea are separated by brothers, and the tears are far away at the end of the world.

However, he was suffering from many illnesses in his later years, and there was no chance to answer the holy pilgrimage.

When I walked out of the suburbs on horseback, I couldn't stand the slump in personnel.

Du Fu The military chariots are rolling, the horses are rustling, and the pedestrians have bows and arrows at their waists.

Ye Niang and his wife walked off to see each other off, but Xianyang Bridge was nowhere to be seen.

He held his clothes, stamped his feet, and blocked the road to cry, and his cry went up to the sky.

People passing by the road asked the pedestrians, but the pedestrians were confused.

Or from Fangfang River in the north of Fifteenth, to Yingtian in Xiyingtian of Fortyth.

When I left, my head was still wrapped up, but when I came back, my hair was white and still guarding the border.

The side court bleeds into sea water, and Emperor Wu is moved to the side.

Don’t you know that in the two hundred states of Han Dynasty in Shandong, Jingqi grows in thousands of villages?

Even if there is a strong woman with a hoe and a plow, there will be no crops in the long acres.

Kuangfu Qin soldiers fought hard and were driven away by dogs and chickens.

Although the elders have questions, the servant dares to express his hatred.

And now this winter, there are still many deaths in Kansai.

The county magistrate is asking for rent urgently, where will the rent and taxes come from?

Believe it or not, it is bad to have a boy, but it is good to have a girl.

If you give birth to a girl, you still have to marry your neighbor, but if you give birth to a boy, you will have to marry her neighbor.

Don’t you see, Qinghai Tou has no one to collect the bones from ancient times.

The new ghosts are annoyed and the old ghosts are crying, and the sky is dark and rainy, chirping.

Liu Yuxi Spring grass grows at the top of Baidi City, and the Shu River is clear at the foot of Baiyan Mountain.

People from the south come up to sing a song, but people from the north don't come up to express their nostalgia.

The mountains are covered with red flowers, and the spring water of Shujiang River flows in the river.

The bonus fades easily like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like Nong's sorrow.

The new rain is clear in Zhulou on the river, and the spring water in the west is full of life.

There are many willows to the east of the bridge and to the west of the bridge, where people come and go and sing.

Three poles after sunrise, the spring fog disappears, and guests from Shu at the head of the river are stationed at Lan Rui.

With a piece of paper written by a madman, he lives in Wanliqiao, Chengdu.

The mountain flowers on both sides of the strait are blooming like snow, and every spring wine is filled with silver cups.

There are many female companions in Zhaojunfang, and they come for an outing outside Yongan Palace.

There are twelve beaches in Qutang, and the road among them has always been difficult.

Everlasting hatred makes people's hearts worse than water, waiting for nothing to make waves.

When there is mist and mist in Wu Gorge, the ape cries on the highest branch.

The person is so sad that his heart is broken, but the reason is not the sound of sadness.

There are piles of water in front of the west gate of the city, which cannot be destroyed by waves every year.

Annoyed, people's hearts are not as good as stones. When I was young, I traveled east and west again.

There are layers of peach and plum blossoms on the mountain, and fireworks in the clouds are home to people.

Silver and gold hairpins are used to carry water, long knives and short hats are used to burn rice.

The willows are green and the river is level, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River.

The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. The saying is ruthless and affectionate.

There is a lot of rain in the mountains and rivers of Bashan in Chushui, and the Ba people can sing local songs.

Nowadays, the guests from the north want to go back and return to He Na Phi Luo.

Bai Juyi's Liuyaoshui tune is sung in every house, and white snow and plum blossoms are blown everywhere.

Don't listen to the old songs and old songs. Listen to the newly translated willow branches.

There are four or five trees in front of Taoling's gate, and hundreds of thousands in Yafu camp.

It's like February in the Eastern Capital, with golden branches reflecting the Luoyang Bridge.

Yiyi curls up and regains her greenness, seducing the breeze with infinite affection.