We must live a real life and a valuable life. 4. An inch of time costs an inch of gold, but an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time. 5, 10,000 years is too long, seize the day.
6. No matter how gluttonous time devours everything, we should strive to gain fame while this breath is still alive, so that the sickle of time can't hurt us. 7. Don't always lament the past, it will never come back; Improve the present wisely.
We must devote ourselves to the confusing future with a firm will that is not worried or afraid. 8. Don't lament the passing years, but face up to the time that has slipped away in a hurry.
9. When many people are hesitant on a road, they should give way to a road and let those who cherish time go ahead. 10, the person who dares to waste even one hour shows that he still doesn't know how to cherish the full value of life.
1 1, success = efforts+correct methods+less empty talk.
2. The famous saying about cherishing childhood will be repeated tomorrow. How many tomorrows are there!
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Ten thousand years is too long to seize the day.
Think for yourself and make your own decisions.
There is only one kind of heroism in the world, that is, people who know and love life.
Cherishing life means cherishing today.
Think about it, there will always be food and clothing.
Who knows that every Chinese food is lucky and bitter.
It's hard to get a porridge and a meal, but it's hard to keep thinking about things.
Collect the sand in a tower and pour it into the stream drop by drop.
Life is a battle.
Hard-working bees never have time to be sad.
Believe in yourself first, and others will believe you.
Not strong is not wise.
Be ambitious.
3. Poems about childhood, young and ignorant of the moon, are called Bai Yupan. Lipper
The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the cauliflower, but disappeared.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
Teenagers don't know the taste of trouble, fall in love with the floor, and are worried about giving new words.
In ancient China, there were many poems describing children. Their language is refined and vivid, which shapes children's expressions. The author selected several poems from the common books such as 300 Tang Poems, 300 Tang Poems and Zijia Poems for readers.
A poet in the Tang Dynasty wrote in My Hometown Couplet: "When a teenager leaves home, an old friend returns, and the local accent remains unchanged. When children meet and don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from. " There are only 28 words in the whole poem, but it depicts a beautiful picture for us. After living in a foreign country for a long time, the author returned to his hometown, but the children in his hometown didn't know him. They smiled and asked him where he was a guest. These children are naive, lively, polite and very cute.
Cui Daorong, also in the Tang Dynasty, wrote, "Whoever doesn't tie the boat outside the fence, the spring breeze blows into the fishing bay. I suspect that there are villagers and I am anxious to go to Chai Men. " The poem "Living in a stream is a thing" depicts the interesting things by the stream in a fishing village in spring. I don't know whose boat is outside the fence, but I forgot to tie the cable and was blown into the fishing bay by the long spring breeze. The child who was fishing by the water's edge, not knowing the truth, mistakenly thought that a guest was coming, so he quickly put down his fishing rod and ran to the door to announce that he would open the Chai Men to meet him, but closed the door in a hurry. The poet wrote a series of children's actions into his poems, which seemed simple and natural, but in fact vividly portrayed the hospitable nature of rural children.
Rural children are not only hospitable, but also hardworking. Fan Chengda, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote in an idyllic poem "Four Seasons of Pastoral Glory": "The children in the village mind their own business when they plow during the day and are numb at night. Children and grandchildren are not prepared to farm and weave, but also learn to grow melons in mulberry shade. " What is described here is the scene of intense labor in the countryside in summer. "Villagers" refer to adult farmers, and "children and grandchildren" are children. Although children in rural areas can't farm and weave yet, when they see adults weeding and rubbing twine, they also plant melons under mulberry branches like adults.
The children not only learned to grow melons, but also learned to fish. Hu Lingneng, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote in Child Fishing: "A boy with unkempt hair learned to hang a bow and sit beside blackberries and moss. Passers-by use the topic to play, waving far away, not afraid of fish. " You see, how naughty and cute this little guy who is unkempt and sitting on the side is. He doesn't bite the hook for fear that the fish will be frightened. Even passers-by don't give an answer and ask for directions. Although he is "learning to appreciate diaosi", he is quite serious! The poet's handwriting seems to be effortless, but in fact, the kung fu is deep and poetic.
Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, is also a master of writing innocent and lovely children. In his "Xugong Store in Suxin City", there is such a description: "The hedges are sparse all the way, and the flowers on the branches end in shadows. The children are scrambling to catch up with Huang Die, and cauliflower is nowhere to be found. " The poet first showed us a picture of late spring and early summer. Then, a child "running after Huang Die" jumped out of the photo. The chased Huang Die suddenly disappeared in the cauliflower. The poem ends here, but we can imagine how the galloping children stopped at once and looked around in the cauliflower field.
It can be seen that ancient poets are not only good at observing, but also good at recording dull scenes with pens, which gives them magical power. It is not only novel, but also creates various lovely children's images.
4. What are the poems about childhood? The cicada on the banyan tree by the pond in childhood is screaming. On the swing beside the playground in summer, only butterflies stop on it. The teacher's chalk is still chirping on the blackboard. There is everything in the childhood welfare club, waiting for the game after school, but there is no dime in my pocket. Zhuge Shiro and the devil party who robbed the sword in the next class? Why didn't a boy walk past my window with a snack in his hand? The first childhood in his heart was not known until he went to sleep. He did only a little homework, and didn't know the books he should study until he finished the exam. Teacher Jin said that an inch of money can't buy an inch of time. No one knows why the sun always sets on the other side of the mountain. No one can tell me if there is one in the mountains. Immortals live for many days. I always look at the sky blankly. I am curious. I fantasize about such a lonely childhood. Dragonflies fly over green rice fields in the sun. Watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes can't draw one side. When will that rainbow grow up like the face of a senior classmate? I'm looking forward to my holiday. I look forward to my childhood growing up day by day. I look forward to my childhood dream childhood. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams; I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever stars and the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, the clever stars and the kind moon. I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever stars and the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I have asked the passionate earth, and I have asked the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? The night rain is light smoke, dreamy and blurred. People are also confused. The stars are shining in the sky, and the mountains and rivers are full of vitality and beautiful. Old things are presented in the outline of childhood. The years are ruthless, silently bidding farewell to the past, and the spring breeze is clean and flawless. Fate changes with self-confidence, just like innocent life, cheerful laughter, sky and sunset. Red is wandering around, looking for flowers floating in the wind. That's a saying, "Mom is always coquetry, accompanying my bed with vague psychedelic charm every night, floating and smiling." Birds and flowers are singing in the sky, and the sun is setting, and the outlines of childhood images are presented one by one. Fortunately, girls have no worries, no hatred, no resentment, innocence and happiness. I miss my mother silently. When can I return to my arms? When I was a child, I met you in your hometown before dawn. You and I are always soul mates. I'll see you again in your hometown before dawn. I will think of you here every night. When I was a child, I walked to the front of the building in pairs with you. When do you want me to pick flowers for you? When can I go to the building with you two? Every time I see wild flowers, I think of you. I fought with you when I was a child and wanted to climb the moon. You said you wanted me to hang my heart in the sky. When can I fight with you again and fly to the moon? Every time I see the stars, I think of you. A heart carved on a flower tree, when do you say two spoony people will always watch when they can walk to the flower tree with you again, and then see if these two hearts will always face each other. You have known each other since childhood, and how much happiness you shared is just a bosom friend. It is easy to share you with each other every day, but it is not easy to share happiness with you. It's not easy to love each other forever. You need to help each other when you have troubles and difficulties. I haven't forgotten, I wish you the same, encourage each other and share happiness with you forever.
5. Cherish the words of childhood. As long as you are young, everyone will leave a little softness for the lost youth at heart. In a certain gap of vicissitudes of life, a ray of inexplicable gloom will suddenly pass through my eyes, and a nameless melancholy will suddenly rise to my heart before the scenery of deja vu. But these gloomy and melancholy do not mean that they want to meet those who remember. The past time is the past time, and you can't go back. A friend in the past is a friend in the past, and it is only beautiful in memory.
1. Counting the fallen leaves in front of the door and listening to the rain outside the window, this time the sound of wading sounded. Do you still have your heart wet with rain?
Standing in the cold winter wind, the heavy snow all over the sky is wrapping this cold city into a whirlpool. I can't help crying when I think of that sincere and priceless friendship that has passed away.
3. You walk in the rain, and you never take an umbrella; You have your own sky. It never rains.
In those years, no matter what angle I interpreted you from, you were perfect, and what you lacked was already filled with my imaginary brush.
Looking back, the days are full of colorful light and shadow. In the barrier of memory, the voice that once moved has gradually faded away.
6. The past is a dream buried in my memory, and you are my only vivid memory. The water drops on the green leaves are tears of missing.
7. I believe that a beautiful life is an unspeakable elegy, which overflows the loneliness in my heart and has already turned into ice, and you are the most beautiful note of this season.
8. I miss you like wine. I get drunk when I drink it. When I am drunk, I read this sad moonlight with all my enthusiasm. So, the moon is drunk, the night is drunk, and I am drunk.
9. When is the bright moon drunk and the sunset sad?
10. If you melt into the Milky Way, you will quietly light up the sky with the bright moon; Walking into the grass, just smile and join hands with the breeze to dye the green earth. This can also be regarded as being kind to life and living up to the years.
1 1. Her sad and beautiful face is a poem that I will never get tired of reading all my life.
12. Love is a kind of care. Wherever you go, your heart is tied to the tip of your hair.
13. What life can't lack is a rainy night-a rainy night for one person. On such a rainy night, there are tears in the sky and tears in the candle. Tears in the sky are audible, but tears in candles are tangible. Only the tears shed on the faces of Sri Lankan people are silent and invisible.
14. Clouds of thoughts tossed and turned, and finally landed in my palm. Gorgeous as neon, sad as morning mist. I can see you clearly, and you can see me clearly. We are on the same horizon, dreaming different dreams. My dream is as white as a flower, and yours is as red as a sunset glow.
15. The days of chasing and laughing in my childhood flow like running water in my life.
16. I once fantasized about traveling around the world in the sun.
17. Don't let the wandering footsteps of others crush your beautiful dream for tomorrow. All good things must come to an end. Maybe the world is really only hazy.
18. Missing is a happy sadness, a sweet melancholy and a warm pain. Missing is a long precipitation of yesterday and a yearning for a better future. It is because of missing that I have the joy of reunion after a long separation, the unexpected surprise and the toast when friends and relatives get together.
19. I often think that memory is the easiest thing to blur, and it will fade away in groups as time goes on. And the turning point of boring middle school life day by day is slowly fading away. Unforgettable, only some in retrospect, unbreakable stay in memory.
20. In the torrent of life and the world, he is bound to dance aimlessly alone in the afterglow of the west wind like the last dead leaf on the tree in early winter.
2 1. On a bleak autumn night, after the lonely and wandering moon gently told me how to describe the most beautiful scenery in my heart, I stopped complaining about why life always has too many regrets and sighing that the end of life is always a faint smoke.
22. Walking in the dusk of the city, loneliness is dragged into a hunting flag by the sunset, swaying in the surrounding twilight clouds. Walking in the bustling crowd, I suddenly found myself lost. On the street of a foreign land, I suddenly have such a strong desire that you can come casually, hold my hand and accompany me on a dark road.
23. In this world, some roads have to be faced and trudged alone.
24. Who slipped through the fingers for a thousand years? Who keeps asking? Have you ever forgotten me? When you have exhausted all my sadness, there is a desolation in your eyes that I don't understand.
25. Life is full of white clouds, and how many vicissitudes and tears float by; Life is too short to sweat, and how many past events and memories have precipitated.
26. The monotonous and dreary air suffocates my young mind and entangles my flying wings.
27. My boyhood was lonely. Loneliness makes me feel cold when I think about it now. Only monotonous shadows watch the flowing haze, listen to the breeze and smell the flowers with me.
28. Waste your youth in colorful soap bubbles of hope.
29. It is an unattainable charm to plant a lonely tree under the lonely moon.
30. Sleepless every night, tears every day, tears flooded the sun and the moon, confusing Gan Kun, unable to recover the lost years and return to the original net.
3 1. I think I will also set up a fishing rod to capture the story on the other side of the years alone.
32. Loneliness is a helpless choice. Loneliness is because you haven't found a suitable partner, and loneliness is for the relief behind loneliness. The process of loneliness is a process of finding true love.
6. Poem about childhood "Children Fishing" [Tang]
A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.
The village house is high [clear]
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
Su Xinshi Xugong Store [Song] Yang Wanli
The hedge is thin and deep, and the flowers at the head of the tree are not shaded. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
On Pool [Tang] Bai Juyi
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back. He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.
[Ming] See "Yuan Mei"
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" [Song] Fan Chengda
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
7. Poems about childhood
Childhood is a fresh song.
I use my tender hands
Divide the days into strings of notes
Jump between your fingers
Childhood is a pure blue painting.
I use clear eyes
Draw the years into a pure blue river
Flowing in my heart
Childhood was picked up in a paddy field.
That string of rice ears
In the long river of time
Shine golden light
When time becomes the color of sadness
Smudge the time and space I have traveled.
When life uses tough hands
Let my heart be full of hardships
Childhood is in my silent heart.
Sing softly, come on.
In the long river of time,
Pearls are deposited into particles.
I am in the silent night
Wear it carefully in a string.
A glittering necklace
Illuminate my whole body and mind.