A poem about a garden full of books.

-Zhou Enlai read thousands of books and wrote like a god. -Du Pu keeps his books for one day, Pepsi is barren.

-Xu Lishu tastes in the chest and is willing to drink old wine. -Yuan Mei 1, sensitive and eager to learn, not ashamed to ask questions-Confucius 2, diligent in business, barren land; What is done in thinking is destroyed in following-Han Yu 3. Learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous-Confucius 4. Knowing is not as good as being good, and being good is not as good as being happy-Confucius 5. There must be a teacher in a threesome.

Choose good and follow it, change bad and follow it-Confucius 6. If you are interested in poetry, you will be happy if you stand on ceremony-Confucius 7. Don't do to others what you don't want them to do to you-Confucius 8. Reading is like writing-Du Fu 9. There are three kinds of reading, meaning heart, eyes and mouth-Zhu 65433 goes to Wan Li Road-12, black hair doesn't know to study early, white hair regrets to study late-Yan Zhenqing 13, the book is as affectionate as ever, and every blind date is sad and happy in the morning-Yu Qian 14, the book is still. Long Song Line 16, don't be idle, turn the boy's head white, empty and sad-Yue Fei 17, make great efforts to know all the words in the world, and decide to read all the books in the world-Su Shi 18, birds should fly high, wings should be flapping first, people should. If you are not quiet, there is no distance-Zhuge Liang 2 1, don't do it with small evils, don't do it with small goodness-Chen Shou's History of the Three Kingdoms, 22, familiar with 300 Tang poems, can sing without writing poems-Sun Zhu's Preface to 300 Tang Poems, 23, hate less when using books, and don't know how difficult it is without going through it-Lu You's 24 If you read this book carefully, you will know yourself-Su Shi 26. If you are a bookworm, you must work hard; If you are a bookworm, you must be good at art-Pu Songling 27. Read it a hundred times and you'll know what it means-The History of the Three Kingdoms 28. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step-Laozi 29. It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down for it-Qu Yuan 30. Wen Qi * People don't learn, they don't know —— Lu Xun chewed pepper to ward off the cold in The Book of Rites. Mr. Lu Xun studied hard since he was a child.

When I was a teenager, I attended Jiangnan Naval Academy and got excellent results in the first semester. This school won a gold medal. He immediately took it to the street of Nanjing Gulou and sold it. Then he bought some books and a bunch of red peppers. Whenever it's cold at night and he can't stand reading at night, he picks a pepper and chews it in his mouth, making his forehead sweat.

In this way, he insisted on studying. After studying hard, he finally became a famous writer in China.

Wang Yanan studied hard and became a genius. Wang Yanan sleeps in a three-legged bed. When Wang Yanan was a child, he was ambitious and loved reading. When he was in middle school, in order to gain more time to study, he deliberately sawed off one foot of his wooden bed and turned it into a three-legged bed.

I read until late at night every day. I went to bed when I was tired, and then I turned over in a daze. The bed leans in the direction of short feet. He woke up suddenly, got out of bed at once and read at night. Every day, without interruption.

As a result, he achieved excellent results every year and was regarded as one of the three outstanding figures in his class. Because he studied hard as a teenager, he eventually became an outstanding economist in China.

◎ Hou Xiangsheng, a master of language, only attended primary school for three years. Thanks to his diligence and study, his artistic level has reached perfection, and he has become a famous language expert. On one occasion, in order to buy the joke book "The Waves" of Amin Dynasty that he wanted to buy, he went to all the second-hand book stalls in Beijing but failed to buy it.

Later, he learned that Beijing Library had this book, so he decided to copy it back. In winter, he braved the heavy wind and snow and ran to the library to copy books for 18 days in a row. A book of more than 100,000 words was finally copied by him.

Zhang Guanghou, a mathematician who was studying in Zhang Guanghou, once saw a paper on deficit value and thought it was very useful for his research work, so he read it again and again. This paper has more than 20 pages, and he has read it repeatedly for more than half a year.

Because of repeated groping, clear black marks were left on the white pages. His wife joked with him that it was not reading, but eating books.

Gorky saved the world of books. Gorky has a deep affection for books and loves them as much as his life. Once, his room caught fire. The first thing he picked up was a book, and nothing else was considered.

He almost burned to death to save the book. He said: "Books enlighten my wisdom and soul and help me stand up in the muddy pond. If it weren't for books, I would sink in this muddy pond, and I would be drowned by stupidity and filth. "

People read aloud, find differences, and check immediately. He stipulated that he would spend 200 pages a day like this and never rest until he finished reviewing.

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2. Famous sayings about scholarly gardens: Pick scholarly books. The books that accompanied me to grow up are all over the campus. I picked up a thick academic book to associate with it, and opened it with my intelligent peers to learn quotations that are useful to China.

-Zhou Enlai read thousands of books and wrote like a god. -Du Pu keeps his books for one day, Pepsi is barren.

-Xu Lishu tastes in the chest and is willing to drink old wine. -Yuan Mei 1, sensitive and eager to learn, not ashamed to ask questions-Confucius 2, diligent in business, barren land; What is done in thinking is destroyed in following-Han Yu 3. Learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous-Confucius 4. Knowing is not as good as being good, and being good is not as good as being happy-Confucius 5. There must be a teacher in a threesome.

Choose good and follow it, change bad and follow it-Confucius 6. If you are interested in poetry, you will be happy if you stand on ceremony-Confucius 7. Don't do to others what you don't want them to do to you-Confucius 8. Reading is like writing-Du Fu 9. There are three kinds of reading, meaning heart, eyes and mouth-Zhu 65433 goes to Wan Li Road-12, black hair doesn't know to study early, white hair regrets to study late-Yan Zhenqing 13, the book is as affectionate as ever, and every blind date is sad and happy in the morning-Yu Qian 14, the book is still. Long Song Line 16, don't be idle, turn the boy's head white, empty and sad-Yue Fei 17, make great efforts to know all the words in the world, and decide to read all the books in the world-Su Shi 18, birds should fly high, wings should be flapping first, people should. If you are not quiet, there is no distance-Zhuge Liang 2 1, don't do it with small evils, don't do it with small goodness-Chen Shou's History of the Three Kingdoms, 22, familiar with 300 Tang poems, can sing without writing poems-Sun Zhu's Preface to 300 Tang Poems, 23, hate less when using books, and don't know how difficult it is without going through it-Lu You's 24 If you read this book carefully, you will know yourself-Su Shi 26. If you are a bookworm, you must work hard; If you are a bookworm, you must be good at art-Pu Songling 27. Read it a hundred times and you'll know what it means-The History of the Three Kingdoms 28. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step-Laozi 29. It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down for it-Qu Yuan 30. Wen Qi * People don't learn, they don't know —— Lu Xun chewed pepper to ward off the cold in The Book of Rites. Mr. Lu Xun studied hard since he was a child.

When I was a teenager, I attended Jiangnan Naval Academy and got excellent results in the first semester. This school won a gold medal. He immediately took it to the street of Nanjing Gulou and sold it. Then he bought some books and a bunch of red peppers. Whenever it's cold at night and he can't stand reading at night, he picks a pepper and chews it in his mouth, making his forehead sweat.

In this way, he insisted on studying. After studying hard, he finally became a famous writer in China.

Wang Yanan studied hard and became a genius. Wang Yanan sleeps in a three-legged bed. When Wang Yanan was a child, he was ambitious and loved reading. When he was in middle school, in order to gain more time to study, he deliberately sawed off one foot of his wooden bed and turned it into a three-legged bed.

I read until late at night every day. I went to bed when I was tired, and then I turned over in a daze. The bed leans in the direction of short feet. He woke up suddenly, got out of bed at once and read at night. Every day, without interruption.

As a result, he achieved excellent results every year and was regarded as one of the three outstanding figures in his class. Because he studied hard as a teenager, he eventually became an outstanding economist in China.

◎ Hou Xiangsheng, a master of language, only attended primary school for three years. Thanks to his diligence and study, his artistic level has reached perfection, and he has become a famous language expert. On one occasion, in order to buy the joke book "The Waves" of Amin Dynasty that he wanted to buy, he went to all the second-hand book stalls in Beijing but failed to buy it.

Later, he learned that Beijing Library had this book, so he decided to copy it back. In winter, he braved the heavy wind and snow and ran to the library to copy books for 18 days in a row. A book of more than 100,000 words was finally copied by him.

Zhang Guanghou, a mathematician who was studying in Zhang Guanghou, once saw a paper on deficit value and thought it was very useful for his research work, so he read it again and again. This paper has more than 20 pages, and he has read it repeatedly for more than half a year.

Because of repeated groping, clear black marks were left on the white pages. His wife joked with him that it was not reading, but eating books.

Gorky saved the world of books. Gorky has a deep affection for books and loves them as much as his life. Once, his room caught fire. The first thing he picked up was a book, and nothing else was considered.

He almost burned to death to save the book. He said: "Books enlighten my wisdom and soul and help me stand up in the muddy pond. If it weren't for books, I would sink in this muddy pond, and I would be drowned by stupidity and filth. "

People read aloud, find differences, and check immediately. He stipulated that he would spend 200 pages a day like this and never rest until he finished reviewing.

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3. Help me find a poem about the scholarly campus. I walked alone, facing the sunshine, smoke, glasses and school uniform, and my narrowed eyes were as quiet as water. Winter plum falls on the loess road, with a dreamy fragrance. Boys walk past girls and occasionally go up and down. Where are the pale plum petals of bicycles? At sunset, the 20-story building made a gloomy poem and a romantic moonlit night. Bare tree trunks stood in two rows, a heart turned to dust, and a tear completed a memorial service. 2. In spring, you sow hope.

In autumn, you have a bumper harvest. You don't expect anything.

Just quietly plowing the fields. When we achieved results, your face was full of smiles.

When we do something wrong, you always educate us patiently. When we lost confidence, you inspired us to work hard with your hopeful vision.

God gave us wings leading to our dreams, and we cheered and ran, while you silently prayed for us. In exchange for our healthy growth.

Maybe you don't know how many spring and autumn years you have cultivated, but the years have quietly climbed up your face. You have paid with no regrets and cultivated generations of new people.

Ah! -I praise you, teacher. Your youth has contributed to the four modernizations, and your image shines brightly in the team under construction. You are a candle to light the darkness, and a torch to burn in winter.

Birds song for you, flowers bloom for you. On the road to prosperity for our motherland, we run very fast.

I am looking for your sad smile in the dream-weaving sky. It floats slightly in the grass, telling your golden dream. This dream is your only wealth. It's a pity that it disappeared too quickly, leaving behind your sad face. Don't pin your hopes on it. Don't cry your eyes red. Don't be so hazy about your wishes. Learn from the insect with broken wings but strong flying, and complete your beautiful dream in this life. I regret to see that the yellow and cold wind that filled the sky that day brought you parting. Nothing is more bleak than leaving you, which makes sad thoughts drift. The days of gathering are always fascinating, always fascinating, but it is so sad and lonely when leaving. How can you and I be willing to bury our friendship? Although we are lost and confused, we should try our best to explore it instead of forgetting to cherish it. When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, when the smoke of ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty, I still stubbornly paved the road. Beautiful snowflakes are written on the ashes of hope: believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, when my flowers are attached to other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write on the desolate land of frosted vines: Believe in the future. I will wave the waves rushing to the horizon with my fingers. I will hold the sun with my palm. Warm and beautiful pen, written by my child: believe in the future. I firmly believe in the future because I believe in the future. Children's eyes, she has eyelashes to push away the dust of history, and she has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. No matter whether people send moving tears, deep sympathy, contemptuous smiles and bitter taunts to our rotting bodies, I firmly believe that people will give enthusiastic, objective and fair comments on countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes of our spine. I am anxiously waiting for my friends' comments on them. I firmly believe in the future, unyielding efforts, young people who overcome death, the future and love life. When my eyes wander between two magnolia trees and two young girls, it naturally brings me closer to the shadow of autumn, an indescribable hidden pain. The autumn wind is tight in the corridor, and leaves are falling in succession. Muse is only one meter away. The girl walked under the tree with two fallen leaves behind them. God's eyes are falling behind this poem. The autumn wind was tight, and several gangsters rushed into the campus. The girl is like a frightened bird. The harm is invisible, even if I am. Why should poetry face the reality when standing in front of gangsters? Magnolia's iron hands make a fragile sound in the air, and our fate is so similar. Autumn wind is tight. Two girls fall into late autumn. Poetry is the reason why I close my eyes and oppose independence. I think it's time to bury the rest of the words alive. A coffin as big as a mouth is not without words. This is too hard to say. Sometimes what you say is like an electric fan that has been in disrepair for years. Sometimes what you just said will be interrupted by the song of a bird. I admit that for students, it is far more beautiful than me. At this time, the light obviously increased the child's privacy and passed through the corner like lightning. Unfortunately, the broom can no longer stop the girl's crazy curve. When we all shut up, the images of those inexplicable words and symbols are clamoring for separation. What should I do? I try to find my motherland on the miniature globe, and I try to prove: children, we are not enemies. We should go home together.

Help me find a poem about the scholarly campus. I walked alone, facing the sunshine, smoke, glasses and school uniform, and my narrowed eyes were as quiet as water. Winter plum falls on the loess road, with a dreamy fragrance. Boys walk past girls and occasionally go up and down. Where are the pale plum petals of bicycles? At sunset, the 20-story building made a gloomy poem and a romantic moonlit night. Bare tree trunks stood in two rows, a heart turned to dust, and a tear completed a memorial service. 2. In spring, you sow hope.

In autumn, you have a bumper harvest. You don't expect anything.

Just quietly plowing the fields. When we achieved results, your face was full of smiles.

When we do something wrong, you always educate us patiently. When we lost confidence, you inspired us to work hard with your hopeful vision.

God gave us wings leading to our dreams, and we cheered and ran, while you silently prayed for us. In exchange for our healthy growth.

Maybe you don't know how many spring and autumn years you have cultivated, but the years have quietly climbed up your face. You have paid with no regrets and cultivated generations of new people.

Ah! -I praise you, teacher. Your youth has contributed to the "four modernizations", and your image shines in the construction team. You are a candle to light the darkness, and a torch to burn in winter.

Birds song for you, flowers bloom for you. On the road to prosperity for our motherland, we run very fast.

I am looking for your sad smile in the dream-weaving sky. It floats slightly in the grass, telling your golden dream. This dream is your only wealth. It's a pity that it disappeared too quickly, leaving behind your sad face. Don't pin your hopes on it. Don't cry your eyes red. Don't be so hazy about your wishes. Learn from the insect with broken wings but strong flying, and complete your beautiful dream in this life. I regret to see that the yellow and cold wind that filled the sky that day brought you parting. Nothing is more bleak than leaving you, which makes sad thoughts drift. The days of gathering are always fascinating, always fascinating, but it is so sad and lonely when leaving. How can you and I be willing to bury our friendship? Although we are lost and confused, we should try our best to explore it instead of forgetting to cherish it. When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, when the smoke of ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty, I still stubbornly paved the road. Beautiful snowflakes are written on the ashes of hope: believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, when my flowers are attached to other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write on the desolate land of frosted vines: Believe in the future. I will wave the waves rushing to the horizon with my fingers. I will hold the sun with my palm. Warm and beautiful pen, written with my child's pen: believe in the future. I firmly believe in the future because I believe in the future. Children's eyes, she has eyelashes to push away the dust of history, and she has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. No matter whether people send moving tears, deep sympathy, contemptuous smiles and bitter taunts to our rotting bodies, I firmly believe that people will give enthusiastic, objective and fair comments on countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes of our spine. I am anxiously waiting for my friends' comments on them. I firmly believe in the future, unyielding efforts, young people who overcome death, the future and love life. When my eyes wander between two magnolia trees and two young girls, it naturally brings me closer to the shadow of autumn, an indescribable hidden pain. The autumn wind is tight in the corridor, and leaves are falling in succession. Muse is only one meter away. The girl walked under the tree with two fallen leaves behind them. God's eyes are falling behind this poem. The autumn wind is tight, and several gangsters have rushed into the campus. The girl is like a frightened bird. The harm is invisible, even if I am. Why should poetry face the reality when standing in front of gangsters? Magnolia's iron hands make a fragile sound in the air, and our fate is so similar. Autumn wind is tight. Two girls fall into late autumn. Poetry is the reason why I close my eyes and oppose independence. I think it's time to bury the rest of the words alive. A coffin as big as a mouth is not without words. This is too hard to say. Sometimes what you say is like an electric fan that has been in disrepair for years. Sometimes what you just said will be interrupted by the song of a bird. I admit that for students, it is far more beautiful than me. At this time, the light obviously increased the child's privacy and passed through the corner like lightning. Unfortunately, the broom can no longer stop the girl's crazy curve. When we all shut up, the images of those inexplicable words and symbols are clamoring for separation. What should I do? I try to find my motherland on the miniature globe, and I try to prove: children, we are not enemies. We should go home together.

Poetry about reading and studying lights up at midnight, just when men are reading.

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.

If I knew that my study today was correct, I would regret not doing it in Ren Xia.

If you hit a stone, there will be fire, but if you don't hit Yuan, there will be no smoke. It is unnatural to learn without learning.

Everything has to be his own luck. He has to be my sage. Youth must be early, how can we grow into teenagers?

The ancients learned nothing, and it takes time to grow old.

What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do.

Ten years' business has not been smooth, so I study hard.

I have been learning languages all my life, that is, I am learning books, and I am eager for thousands of books "(Lu You's" Laughing ")

Reading breaks thousands of volumes, and writing is like a god.

Sun Jingtou's The Hanging Beam, Su Qin's The Twisting Stock, Che Yin's Capsule Glowworm, and Sun Kangying's Reading.

Since ancient times, glory and wealth must come from diligence, and knowledgeable people should read a group of books like cypress trees to seek fame.