Poems describing happy work and happy life

A poem about a happy life 1. What are the poems about a happy life?

1, "Passing the Old Village"

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

My old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse. Green Woods surround the village and green mountains span the city. Open the window to the grain field and vegetable garden and raise a glass to talk about crops. The Double Ninth Festival is here. Please come here to see chrysanthemums.

2. An autumn night in the mountains

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

The empty mountain has been bathed in a new rain, and the arrival of the night makes people feel that it is early autumn. The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing. The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes. The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.

3. A farmhouse by the Weihe River

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.

A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.

There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.

Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

Everywhere in the village is shrouded in the afterglow of the sunset, and cattle and sheep are returning along the deep alley. The old man was thinking about his grandchildren who were eating grass. He waited in his firewood with a crutch. Pheasants are chirping, wheat is heading, silkworms are asleep, and mulberry leaves are sparse. The farmers returned to the village with hoes, smiling and reluctant to part. How can I not envy being so comfortable? I couldn't help singing "Decline" in frustration.

4. "Spring Dawn"

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

In spring, it was dawn before I knew it. It was the chirping of birds that disturbed my sleep. It rained and rained last night. How many beautiful spring flowers have been blown down?

5. A suggestion for my friend Liu

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.

With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?

Brewed light green rice wine and burned a small stove. It's getting late and it's snowing harder and harder. Can I have a cup of hot wine in my humble abode?

2. Ancient poems about happy childhood.

Bai Juyi talks about Hua Dao

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 through the trail.

Cunju

Gao ding (Qing)

Grasshoppers fly in February,

The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early,

Dongfeng is busy, flying kites.

Xin Qiji's Country House

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.

Drunk and charming,

Who has white hair?

The big-eared hoe fights west and east,

Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop.

I like children and scoundrels best,

Xi Touwobao Peng Lian

3. What ancient poems describe happy childhood?

1. Su Xinshi Xugong Branch

Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli

The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.

The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.

2. Rural residence

Qing Dynasty: Gao Ding

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.

3. Yang's son

Southern and Northern Dynasties: Liu Yiqing

Liang's son is nine years old and very clever. Junping Kong thought of his father, but when his father was away, he shouted. In order to set fruit, the fruit has bayberry. Confucius pointed out to his son and said, "This is the fruit of your family." The son replied, "I haven't heard that peacock is a master of poultry."

4. What do you see?

Qing Dynasty: 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.

5. Children go fishing

Tang Dynasty: Hu Lingneng

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.

4. Poetry about a better life

Chai Lu WANG Wei: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.

Wu Xinyi by Wang Wei: The Red Calyx of Hibiscus in the Mountain. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.

Autumn in a Mountain Residence by Wang Wei: An empty mountain stands on an autumn night after the rain. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Wang Wei's Birding Creek: When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

Wei Shui Farmer by Wang Wei: In the setting sun in the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.

Wang Jian's Tian Guxing: Men are happy, women are happy, but people don't complain. In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper. There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die. There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes. In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government. Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!

Zhang Ji's Wild Old Songs: The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of Shan Ye. Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil. At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns. The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.

Nie Zhongyi's Wounded Family: selling new silk in February and harvesting new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room.

Wei's "Housekeeper": A light rain blooms new flowers, and thunder rises. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge. When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi. Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy. There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet. Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.

Du Xunhe's Widow in the Mountain: My husband clung to Mao Peng because of the soldiers, and all my linen clothes were burned. Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings. When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves. If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.

Wei Shui Farmer by Wang Wei: In the setting sun in the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring: In the house, spring pigeons are singing and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees. Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.

Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village: Prepare chicken rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Du Fu's "The Year of Yan Xing": There are many clouds in the north wind, and in the snow in Xiaoxiang Dongting. The fisherman's net is cold, and he doesn't shoot geese and sing sangbow. Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers. High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish more than birds, so they should not kill Nan in vain. It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used. Carved clay is the easiest thing to get, and likes and dislikes can't be concealed by looks. When will the sadness of this song end?

Wen Tingyun's "Burning Songs": Get up and look at Nanshan, and the mountain will burn the mountain. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected. The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red. Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian. Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet. The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest. Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine. Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps. Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.

Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Notes on Four Seasons (I): Plums are golden and apricots are fat, and wheat and white cauliflower are sparse. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory (II): Children in the village go out during the day and take care of their own affairs. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

Loser-Yan Shu.

Swallows come to Spring Club, pears fall after Qingming Festival.

At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves.

The days are long and the ice floes are light.

Smile at the female companions in the East and please them in Sandao.

The suspect had a good sleep last night. It turns out that today's grass fight won.

Laughter comes from two faces.

Yan Shu, a famous prime minister and poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, has an anthology called "Poems for Rain".

5. Ask for a poem about a happy life

There are many more to send to you. There are many peaches in the Book of Songs, burning with brilliance.

The girl is going to get married and be happy at her husband's house. Peach blossoms are in full bloom and there are countless fruits.

The girl is going to get married, and the heir who gave birth early is going to make a fortune. Peach blossoms are in full bloom, and green leaves are lush and never fall.

The girl is getting married, and Comix is in harmony. Many of Li Qingzhao's words are about family happiness.

When Xiaoshan Spring arrived in Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they were not blooming evenly. Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring.

Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains reveal faint shadows. What a beautiful night. For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring.

Linjiang Xianmeiyuan is a little deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion spring festival evening is a gaunt injury for everyone. Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.

Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat.

Celebrate the Qing Dynasty, slow down the prohibition, hide one's strength and bide one's time, and skillfully protect the carved fence to monopolize the last spring. The guests were indifferent to China, and everyone was naive.

It took a lot of time to be exposed to the wind and put on new makeup. Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and laughing at the moon, long [bad belt] Dong Jun.

East of the city, south of the city, there is a sun pool hall and a fragrant wheel race. Who can succeed Chen Fang after the feast? In a better Ming Palace, the recent branches are evenly distributed, the golden statue is down, and all the candles are put together, regardless of dusk.

Li Shangyin-Two untitled poems are light phoenix-tailed yarn, with double fragrance, which sets off your green canopy. It's too late to close your eyes. It's too late to cover up the encounter with a fan; But you drove by, speechless.

Once lonely and sleepless, I missed candles; But I haven't heard from you until the pomegranate blossoms. I will tie my horse to a willow tree by the river and stay in the southwest.

The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer. Fairy's life is a dream, if they don't bring lovers into their rooms? .

I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves. Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.

Li Shangyin-untitled last night's star, last night's wind, in the west of the studio, east of the cinnamon room. Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.

Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.

Li Shangyin-untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. 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! .

Untitled Li Shangyin: You said you would come, but you didn't come. You didn't leave any trace for me, except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock. The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.

The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft. But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.

The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.

Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .

It's late spring, and the night is temporarily dry. The sound of the building will be timid and the curtain will be difficult to dry.

I am ashamed to be in the swallow, and I am ashamed to be in the mirror. Back to the small pond, Huaxing sent a treasure saddle.

Where is mourning Zheng? Sakura Lane hangs on the bank of Yangpan. Will the old woman in the master get married? It will be March and a half during the day.

Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and Tomb-Sweeping Day looks at the same wall. When Fang Zhan turned to the fifth watch, Liang Yanzi heard a sigh.

Untitled Chinese Valentine's Day comes first, and the curtain foil of the bridal chamber is still hanging. The jade wheel shines on the rabbit's first life, and the iron net coral has no branches.

Stop with God in landscape teaching, and write about lovesickness on phoenix paper. Huang Wu's biography is obviously there, but I don't know.

Untitled smoke makes fog. Every time I say it, a thousand things fall. Take a break and report to pedestrians, leaving half to see them off and half to welcome them back.

At the age of eight, I can already draw with long eyebrows. When I was ten years old, I went for an outing. I made a skirt with a smile.

I began to learn to play the guzheng at the age of twelve, and the silver nail on my finger has never been pulled out. At the age of fourteen, she avoided seeing men, even the closest ones. At this time, she may be thinking about when to get married.

At the age of fifteen, she was crying in the spring breeze on the swing, fearing the disappearance of spring. Fan Chengda's family weaves fields during the day and hemp at night, and the children in the village mind their own business.

Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. It shows that Wang Anshi, a teenager in Chang 'an, has a great sense of parting, and he is also very sad to meet him when he is old.

Cao Cao's cups and plates are for laughter, and the faint light is for life. Three years of self-pity for the lake and the sea, a thousand miles in the dust and sand.

I want to know when I will send a book to read Yan Nanzheng in the later period. Back home in Wang Mian, my mother-in-law is strong and dizzy this year.

Gu Liu is a guest and especially likes reading grandchildren. New professional lamp, Jiuli village, Sang Ma.

Taiping customs are beautiful, so you don't have to close Chai Men. I asked what I meant by living in the blue mountains, but I laughed without answering my heart.

Peach blossoms and flowing water suddenly go away, and the world is not human. -Li Bai Xin Qiji Qingpingle Village, with low eaves and green grass in the stream.

When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white. The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.

Du Fu has been to my north and south, and spring water is flooding. Day after day, I only see seagulls. The old lady didn't sweep the flower path for the guests. Today, it's only for you. Chai Men hasn't opened it for you yet, but it will open it for you today.

The market for plate food is far from delicious, but here in my cabin there are old wines from our cups. Shall we call my old neighbor to join us, call him through the fence and empty the jar? .

Tao Yuanming's drinking to build a house is human, but there is no noise of horses and chariots. Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.

This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself. Happiness is the kind of surprise that "a long drought meets rain, and an old friend meets another country."

Happiness is the kind of comfort that "she laughs in the bushes when the flowers bloom". Happiness is the warmth of "friends all over the world" and "thousands of miles away".

Happiness is the kind of comfort that "the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see all the Chang 'an flowers in one day". Happiness is "reaching the peak, taking in everything in a glance" and "reading all the spring scenery in the world"

Happiness is the aesthetic feeling of "blowing noodles without chilling willow" and "colorful is always spring" Happiness is the kind of harmony that "self-created new rhymes are the most charming, and Xiaohong sings and I blow".

Happiness is the kind of leisure that "the shepherd boy crosses the cow's back, and the piccolo has no cavity to blow". Happiness is the kind of scenery that "I used to ride a horse, but now I ride a thousand."

Happiness is the kind of free and easy that "the sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and the birds fly". Happiness is the kind of luck that "everyone is happy everywhere and always gets along well with each other".

Happiness is the kind of magnanimity that "everything is as light as a feather". Happiness is the kind of "a little noble spirit, a thousand miles fast."

Happiness is the kind of elegance that "the wine is slightly drunk and the flowers are half open". Happiness is the refreshing feeling of "fragrant water beside the lotus and full of fans in the bamboo".

Happiness is the pride of "Wang Xietang died in the past and flew into the homes of ordinary people". Happiness is the gentleness of "getting married and loving each other".

Happiness is a feeling that "although my body doesn't have bright phoenix wings, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn". Happiness is "knowing that it is warm in spring tonight and the sound of insects is new green."

6. Poems about life

● The person who lives the most meaningful life is not the person who lives the oldest, but the person who feels the deepest about life.

-Rousseau

● The ideal of life is for the ideal life.

If life deceives you,

Don't be sad, don't be impatient!

You need to keep calm in blue days;

Believe it, happy days will come. -"If Life Deceives You"

Live and work in peace, have plenty of food and clothing, and have a bright future. Sunshine avenue is happy, healthy, happy, happy, prosperous and happy together. From then on, happiness, family happiness, family reunion, more than a year, a successful career.

7. Elegant and beautiful poems praise the inspiration of a happy life.

If talent is not recognized,

Perseverance is better than swearing.

Accumulate strength through persistence.

Work silently

Curse, to no avail.

You can only dim the original light.

In the dim light

Even worse is the spirit of the big tree.

It's a floating cloud.

The clouds also floated away.

start from today

Nobody knows a star.

So tomorrow

Why not do it, a bright moon

When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty

I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.

Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.

When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn

When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings

I still stubbornly use frosted vines.

Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.

I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.

I want to hold the sun in my hand.

The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.

Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.

I believe in the future.

Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future

She brushed away the eyelashes of history.

She has a student who can read through the years.

No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.

Those lost blues, the pain of failure.

It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.

Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?

I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.

Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.

I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.

Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.

Friends, believe in the future.

Believe in indomitable efforts

Young people who believe in overcoming death.

Believe in the future and love life.

Hope to adopt ~