Ancient poems describing the happy life of the family

1. Ancient poems and sentences about a happy life

Ancient poems about happy life 1. Ask for poems about a happy life.

Seven pastoral poems (Wang) (3) Crossing Cailing River is windy and the village falls to the west.

Fisherman by apricot tree altar, family in peach blossom garden. Seven pastoral poems (Wang) (6) Peach red contains continuous rain, willow green contains spring smoke.

The children at home have not been driven away, and the oriole singing the song of idleness is still sleeping. Guiyuan Tianju (2) (Tao Yuanming, Wei and Jin Dynasties) has no rhyme and loves Qiushan.

I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.

Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.

The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.

Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.

Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today. Family Drink (1) (Lu You in the Southern Song Dynasty) is a garden, which refers to Gu Cheng, and Liu Yin has sung again.

In January of a hundred years, a few glasses of wine can make the RMB black for three days. Gulls and herons are extremely durable to people. There is no camp in the mountains and no camp on earth.

This poem was recited by Cao Fu, so it is unnecessary for the Han Palace to read it aloud. Four Seasons Mixed (1) (Southern Song Dynasty in Fan Chengda), 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.

2. Seek 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 in the Spring Festival Evening are gaunt and damaging to 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 poems with faint phoenix tail yarn, with double fragrance, set you off with a green canopy, and 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."

3. What are the poems about "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?

4. Poetry about a happy life

Happiness is like a flower. 2007-04-24 16: 44 Source: Tea adds fragrance: Dandan's thought of crossing the river, the Iraqi people holding the head of the Yangtze River gently whisper that happiness is a colorful rose, dancing in the sky and clouds elsewhere, and the dreamer's smile gradually emerges. Happiness is the beauty and elegance of peony, and birds are also fascinated. You are a kite that disappears in my sight. You are a dream that melts in early spring. Happiness is a epiphyllum. It's just flying happiness. It is the wonderful peak of tequila as a regretless ending. Happiness is the curtain call of gladiolus strings of flowers and beads, and it is the blessing of spring. Happiness is the continuation of gardenia's life, surging after robbery and awakening after nirvana. No, I believe that happiness is a perfume lily and happiness is an evergreen tree.

5. What are the poems about a happy life?

1. Night at the Spring Pavilion: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Xiao Yan.

In the spring court, the balconies hide from each other.

Plum blossoms bloom late, while Zhu Chi blooms early.

Spring calls to know that the water is urgent, and the clouds are close to the mountains.

Don't worry about flowers and don't fly until you are afraid of flowers.

2. "Poems on the Wall of Guangxi Bailong Cave" Time: Qing Author: Shi Dakai

Stand up and climb the mountain, raise your eyes and shine in the distance.

Destroy the Buddha and worship the emperor, and immigrate back to the ancient style.

The army is a brave man, playing with holes and admiring poetry.

Shock waves rush to the stars, and light hits the rainbow.

3. "Ugly Slave Meditation for Fifteen Years" Time: Qing Author: Gong Zizhen

After fifteen years of meditation, I have also been vertical and horizontal, and tears have also been vertical and horizontal, with double negative flute hearts and sword names.

There is no dream of caring in spring. I fell from my confession. If you don't believe me, please look at Jin Zijing by the bed.

4. "Peach Blossom Temple Meeting Fairy" Year: Ming Author: Tang Yin

At that time, we first met under the peach tree in this door.

I saw the fairy planting peach trees, but I didn't hear the fairy watching the bonus.

Looking forward to the fairy's care, the peach blossoms smile every day in the spring breeze.

Suddenly I heard that fairy tales have arrived, and Peach Blossom Man is particularly popular.

The peach fairy is in the peach valley, and the peach beauty sleeps under the tree.

Peach blossom wine is brewed by the soul of flowers, and you know that flowers are meant to be.

Good wine can relieve the sorrow, and it is safe to lie under the pillow when you are drunk.

I don't know that the sun and the moon are short of flowers, but it has been in the world for thousands of years.

I would rather be a flower fairy than a dusty world.

The wind blows in March, and you are greeted by a flower slave.

5. "Three Traps" Time: Qing Author: Yan Suicheng

The hero rises from Shatuo immediately, but he can't resist Zhu Liang's arrogance.

It is difficult to help the Tang state with one hand, and Liancheng Pool still holds mountains and rivers.

There are strange children under the cloud account, and there are many tears in front of the drum horn lamp.

Bleak down the mountain three times, so far people sing "Hundred Years Song".

6. Poetry about a happy life

Happiness is like a flower. April 24, 2007 16: 44 source: tea adds fragrance. Text: Dandan's thought of crossing the river.

Iraqis hold the head of the Yangtze River.

Speak softly

Happiness is the color of roses.

Rendered a sky.

Flying in the sky of another country

Appear in the clouds

Dream man's smile

Happiness is the beauty of peony.

Elegant and ecstatic

Birds are growling.

Bug singing

You are a kite that disappears from my eyes.

You are a dream that melts in early spring.

Happiness is a epiphyllum.

This is a flying sky.

Happiness is tequila.

With a wonderful peak

As a regretless ending

Happiness is gladiolus

Brochette flower bead curtain call

And the blessing of spring.

Happiness is gardenia.

The continuation of life

For the rest of my life after the robbery

Awakening after Nirvana

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I believe more

Happiness is a perfume lily.

Happiness is evergreen.

7. Poems and songs praising a happy life

Sweet comes from bitter.

Cherry is delicious, planting trees, wanting to enjoy happiness, opening canals,

Tie the rope around your waist and drill, and the cannon will shake the earth.

Red flag canal water enters the field, and the seedlings grow green and colorful.

A power station will be built in Fentouling, and lights will be installed in every household.

As soon as the sun goes down, the switch is turned on and the radio set sings.

Iron cows run around and everyone laughs.

Sweet comes from bitter, and red flowers bloom every year.

Hongqi canal water jet fan

The Red Flag Canal is choppy, and all the members are smiling.

There is electricity on the top of the mountain, and floods and droughts turn into fertile fields.

Holding a few mouthfuls of canal water in my hand, I feel very comfortable and especially sweet.

The red flag canal is full of water, and I can't finish singing my songs.

Always follow the * * * production party and live a happy life.

Red Flag Canal

Hongqi canal, long and wide, twists and turns around the mountain,

Across countless mountains, across thousands of valleys and beaches,

There are rocky coasts along the way, and the cliffs are hard to walk.

Hard work can make you a hero. The more you suffer, the stronger your heroic ambition will be.

Work hard, be smart and kick Wanzhong Mountain down.

Tell Dashan to get out of the way. I'll take Zhang Shui home.

Power stations were built along the way, and lights and horns were installed together.

Irrigation of all the land in our county, farmers are as sweet as honey.

From then on, we will ensure a bumper harvest and live happily for 10 thousand years.