On silent poetry 1. It contains silent poems.
I went to Baijia Bamboo Pond (Wei) with my brother and your brother and had a good time.
Look down at the dark pool before climbing the mountain. Dense bamboo has become dusk, and the clouds are not extreme.
Spring birds depend on the valley, and purple orchid contains dark color. I have met Fang Jing, and I will remember it all my life.
Finally, I said goodbye, and the breeze remained silent. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhang (Han Yu) is full of clouds and scattered stars.
The sand is smooth, the water is still, there is no sound or shadow, just like I give you a glass of wine and ask you to sing. Your voice is sour, your words are bitter, and my tears have turned into rain before I finish listening.
On the Dongting Lake, Jiuyi Mountain towering into the sky, dragons, crocodiles, ups and downs, apes, flying foxes, sobbing. At the risk of death in nine cases out of ten, I arrived at my official post, where I lived alone and quietly, as if I were hiding.
I left my bed, afraid of snakes; I eat, I'm afraid of poison, and the air in the lake is rancid, breathing its foul smell. Yesterday, I played drums in front of the country, an emperor was crowned, and a realm changed.
Forgiveness advances by leaps and bounds, and all the dying people get their sentences reduced. Expulsions were promoted, exiles were recalled, corruption was abolished, and honest officials were appointed.
My superior sent my name, but the governor didn't listen, and Kan Ke had to move Man Jing. My position is very low and useless. They may punish me with a whip in the street.
Most of my exiled companions are going home now. For me, this is a trip to heaven beyond climbing. Stop your song, I beg you, listen to mine, a completely different song from yours: Tonight is the loveliest moon in a year, and everything else is arranged by fate, which is beyond our control, but if we refuse this glass of wine, can we choose more tomorrow? ! Juhuaxin (Ge Changgeng) wrapped ducks are warm and fragrant, and Silk City is worth mentioning.
Recalling the past, boring this, worrying about the base. There are only those things in the world.
No eating. But reading nine flavors.
Wild geese in the morning. A word in the sky is like a piece of paper.
I had to feel sorry for myself before the gale came. The debt is gone, not yet, not even now.
Within a day. Made my son cry.
Say goodbye to six pieces of knowledge of eighteen harmonies (Han Yu) for a long time, and I will travel far away. Don't save yourself, sleep quietly.
What is a son, the crown is the constitution. Whelan is full of learning about He.
Why play with its light and make it late? So much for governance, there is no need to slap it in the face.
Or learn from the teacher, not from the car. How can a child deliver a baby by himself?
The stone made a sound and the palace closed. Who knows Zhang Fu, but you know Juntiao?
I regret that I have no home, and I can't stop. When facing the back, cut poems to show tenderness.
Ying Ying, a native of Guilin, is just a scholar with both civil and military skills. Far from being a sage, I'm here to pay my respects.
There are many mountains and seas in the south, and the road is straight. Storms have no duration, and worries are unpredictable.
Traveling is difficult for me, but I am not extremely poor. What can I say when I leave? Tears cannot be wiped away.
My friend Liu Zihou is a talented person. I read that penny when I didn't know my son.
I have dreamed of elegance for three years. Carelessly wandering on the road, eating and sleeping together for ten days.
I used to listen to a lot, but now I gain more. How to say goodbye and let me hug you?
The situation is heavy, and rejection is dust. The flesh and blood are natural, and the world is everywhere.
Stupid GUI Linbo, that's it. I have never known anyone in my life, so I am more than just a relative.
I left a few books, followed by a drug store. Drugs prevent boils, and books suggest keeping physical and mental health.
I don't know if there are four deadly sins or if there is a resurgence. Grateful for the poor road, courage is still round.
Not many people suffer from reading, just as the meaning is unclear. Enough is enough, so don't learn. You can't study if you have enough.
There are four beauties in the child, and it is really great and glorious. The crown should not be neglected, and it is not suitable for future generations.
I refuse the South China Sea. I can't help flying. When will you send a book to Longcheng?
When there is a hurricane in summerhill, lightning helps to hit it. Help the rich with the trend, and the nearshore refers to a beat.
Although the cloud is firm, water and stone fly together. Although the clouds in Tuen Mun are high, the waves are not reflected.
I don't care about the guilt, but I don't care about my children. Hu Weiwei couldn't bear to say goodbye and was grateful.
On Liu Zaoqing's Rights and Openness (Ke). Remove the ice and snow and try a new makeup again.
I want to spit out my heart, but I am still ashamed to face it. I am still stingy and fragrant. This situation is hard to hide.
Silence, homesickness. The moon turns deeper, cold ling, etc., leaning more on the west profile.
On Liu Zaoqing's Rights and Openness (Ke). Remove the ice and snow and try a new makeup again.
I want to spit out my heart, but I am still ashamed to face it. I am still stingy and fragrant. This situation is hard to hide.
Silence, homesickness. The moon turns deeper, cold ling, etc., leaning more on the west profile.
Yan Ying, the North Window (Lu You) is less than five feet long, and the Tai Shi can drink one stone at most. The fame of the old man is not enough to sigh, and the funny world is not what it used to be.
When I made friends for a while, I didn't expect Pengmen to be silent now! Chen Shi has been a scholar for thousands of years, so this is a regrettable world that has long died. Sven shows that there is life in the end, and Tao calmly promotes non-manpower.
I am an old farmer in Jishan today. I/kloc-what's the advantage of not dying at the age of 0/00? There must be someone in the afterlife who can hide as an enemy? Don't be surprised at your madness, but you are still silent at the north window. Jionji's homesickness (Li Duan) can't be forgotten, when Laoyou met.
Ling Xiao's behavior is more, not because of flowering. Make friends with jade, you have been in the dragon for a long time.
The east pavilion is connected with a bed, and the western suburbs are also holding hands. He is pale and ambiguous, and he is poor and inferior.
Returning to the yuanshi county River, who will taste the Ling Tao wine? Yi once meditated in the palace, in his eyes.
Aquamarine asked, jade handle empty. Confucius lost his son, but the monk lost his grace.
The legacy is the wall of books, and Hsinchu moves again. Being together is not the same as breaking up.
It's sunny in spring, and the night candle suddenly blows into the wind. The sound of ants fighting is still there, and the disaster path of owls is poor.
If you want to be silent, you will be anxious to go home. It's sad and embarrassing to return to this road.
Nine weirdos are empty, and five tombs are foggy. Cherish Xiao, hate Su Fu forever.
Never cross the fence, you know the way clearly. Wisdom is all true, and public places are very important.
I should only care about my spiritual luck. I remember my guests for the time being. The letter is still young, but the grass is still fresh.
I can't bear to see my master when carp court buries Yushu. Notes (Lu Guimeng) is a fisherman, and his heart will be very relaxed.
Suffering is hunger, cold and fatigue, and it is not free. Last year1February, I lived in Ruoxi.
He Fengdeng is ill, and chickens and dolphins talk about pay. The towering snow in Bianshan freezes people.
Skinny bones are twice as cold and only thick. Clear to dew blue haze, thousands of miles to find a short.
Afraid of being betrayed, I always push the pillow. Although the camp guards are sleepy, they also feel the king of spirit.
The brushwork is poetic, and the rough words are magnificent. Zheng Taishou's laws are quite strong.
Phoenix tail and whale tooth, various singing methods. There is nothing to hide when a book is sent to the city.
The lotus picking boat is steep, sweeping away the sky and choppy. Xie Fang tribute wine, suddenly value ZhuangSheng funeral.
Silently blocking the sound emblem, the wind is melancholy. Spring returns to the end of autumn, and the baby is ill.
At the age of 20, you have to do it yourself. Why not? Today I came to see the harvest, but I merged in Songjiang.
There have been two tides outside the door, and the water waves are rippling. This is all because of the new construction, but everything is created in the grass.
After that, if there is a year, it should be just too small. The sky is cool, the smell is cool, and the wild is broad-minded.
Feeling things moving and worrying, anger is dirty. I have been happy all my life, and I dare to forget it when I am old.
Gu Jun is pulling salt, and Wenxuan is finally covered with sauce. Nowadays, many people are red-tongued, but they cover up the slander when they see the good.
I think this is a good preventive measure, and I am very tolerant. Outside the book basket, the eyes are long.
A hungry slave is better than nothing, and Tian Bo's family is admirable. A little away from hunger and cold, learning ancient times can be really strong.
It's even more embarrassing to be worldly when running the holy road. I recently heard about the imperial edict of the emperor, and then I brewed it privately.
Promote the brewing of wine and materials and call for a basin. The night is full of brown and the day is full of books.
I am drunk, but I am as bright as jade. Seven words (Lv Yan) Stephen Chow became a group of people by himself and passed away silently forever.
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2. Describe the poem that pays silently
Poetry 1:
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Source: Untitled by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty.
Explanation:
Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.
Poetry 2: sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
Origin: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation: Spring rain falls quietly at night with the spring breeze, silently moistening everything on the earth.
Poetry 3: Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
Source: Qing Palace Zizhen "Jihai Miscellaneous Affairs"
Interpretation: Although the flowers have fallen and become spring mud, they should provide nourishment for the later flowers.
The fourth quarter: This star seems to be different from last night. For whom is the midnight wind dew?
Origin: Love by Huang Jingren in Qing Dynasty.
Interpretation: Tonight is not last night. Last night, the stars recorded the romantic story of playing flute under the flowers. But today's stars only accompany sad people.
Section 5: I don't regret my clothes getting wider and wider, and I am haggard for Iraq.
Source: Liu Yong, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote "Dead Hua Lian, Living in a Dangerous Building".
Interpretation: I am getting thinner and thinner, and I don't feel guilty. I'd rather languish for you.
3. Poems about silent dedication and no regrets
1, the silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and the wax torch will start to cry. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
2, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. -Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems
3, eyebrows cold fingertips, head willing to be a donkey. -Lu Xun
After the flowers are gathered into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet. Luo Yin's self-scheduling
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats. Du fu's book fragrance
6. In order to sacrifice more ambitions, I dare to change the sun and the moon into a new sky. Mao Zedong
7, the belt is getting wider and wider, I don't regret it. Liu Yong's Dead Hua Lian
8. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving Dan's heart shining. Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Zero Ocean
9. Don't hesitate to be crushed, only innocence remains in the world. Yu Qian's Lyrics of Lime
10, sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. Just "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
4. Kneel for poems that describe silent efforts, the more the better ~ ~
Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young.
Teenagers work hard all their lives, so don't be lazy about time.
The ancients learned nothing, and it takes time to grow old.
Reading breaks thousands of volumes, and writing is like a god.
Ask where the canal is so clear, because there is running water at the source.
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Once the youth is gone, it will never come again, and you will never see the arrival of the next day. Timely encouragement, time waits for no one.
Don't listen to things outside the window, just read sage books.
The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.
Learn not to explore its flowers, but to dig its roots.
After ten years' hard work, I have grinded out a sword. The edge of the sword flashes in cold light, but I haven't tried its sharpness.
Therefore, you can never get tired of reading books, and you are self-aware when you read them carefully.
The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? If a person doesn't work hard when he is young, he will regret when he is old ―― laziness when he is young will make him regret when he is old; Reckless youth makes regretful old age; Idle youth, poor old age
Wise people cherish the short days, but sad people know the long nights.
Don't be idle, you are white-headed and sad.
5. What are the silent dedication poems?
Li shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Sick cow
Song Ligang
Niu Geng's 1,000-acre disease has brought the fruits of labor to thousands of granaries, but its own spirit is very tired and exhausted, but who will pity its hard work?
But in order to satisfy all sentient beings, even if they are sick in the sun, they will not hesitate.
Ode to coal
-Ming Yu Qian
Dig into chaos to get black gold, which stores the deepest meaning of Yang and He.
The fire rekindled into spring, and the furnace shone all night.
Ding yiyuan relies on power and pays attention to the stone after death.
I hope that all people will warm their hearts and go out of the mountains tirelessly.
Ji hai's miscellaneous poems
-Qing Gong Zizhen
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Wine
-Qing Qiu Jin
It's worth spending a lot of money to buy a treasure knife and change mink fur.
A cavity of blood is diligent and precious, even if spilled, it can become Bi Tao.
6. Poetry with silent feelings
Guan Guanji's pigeons are in Hezhou.
My Fair Lady is a gentleman.
Interlaced shepherd's purse flows from side to side.
My fair lady asked for it.
I can't ask it.
Tossing and turning leisurely
Pick ragged shepherd's purse from left to right.
My beautiful lady, friends of the hare.
Shepherd's purse is staggered left and right.
My Fair Lady's Bell and Drum Music
The Millennium is frost.
The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long;
Swim back from it, in the middle of the water
It's been a long time, and it hasn't changed for thousands of years.
The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and embarrassing;
Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.
When harvesting, the Millennium is not finished,
The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and right;
Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.