Poetry about sympathy

1. An ancient poem about compassion 1, Bee-Luo Yin

No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy.

After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?

No matter on the flat land, on the mountain, where flowers bloom in the wind, there are bees running around. Bee, you picked all the flowers and made nectar. Who have you worked hard for and who do you want to taste the sweetness?

2, "Selling Charcoal Weng"-Bai Juyi

An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round.

His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.

What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.

Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.

At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market.

Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.

Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.

The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.

A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way.

Those people put half a piece of red yarn and a piece of silk on their heads as the price of charcoal.

An old man who sells charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in Nanshan all the year round. His face was covered with dust and smoke, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were blackened by charcoal. What is the money from selling charcoal for? Buy clothes to wear and food to eat in your mouth. It's a pity that he only wears thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder. It snowed a foot thick outside the city at night. In the morning, the old man ran over the frozen wheel tracks in a charcoal car and hurried to the market.

Cattle are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high and rested in the mud outside the south gate of the market. Who is the man riding two horses? They are eunuchs in the palace, eunuchs. The eunuch held the official document in his hand, but said it was the emperor's order and shouted to pull the cow to the palace. A load of charcoal, 1000 kilograms, was insisted by eunuch officers. The old man is reluctant to give up, but he is helpless. Those people hung half a horse's red yarn and a silk on the cow's head as the price of charcoal.

3. Huanxisha-Wang Guowei

At the end of the day, the clouds are low and the lonely geese fly against the wind. Is Jianghu Liao back safely?

Look at the falling feathers on the golden pill, and try to adjust the acyl in the boudoir. Today's feast is better than usual.

It's getting dark and the stragglers are flying in the wind. There is no suitable habitat for rest. The shooter in the field looked at the wild goose that was hunted, and his wife was busy cooking. There seems to be delicious goose for dinner today.

4. Autumn Night under the Moon-Don Meng Haoran

Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet.

The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.

The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.

What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.

A bright moon hung high in the sky, and the moonlight reflected the dew crystal clear, as if it were wet with dew. In such a beautiful moonlight, the cold magpie doesn't know where to live. And fireflies dare not compete with moonlight for a little light. When the rolled curtains fly into the room. In the yard, only the branches of Sophora japonica fall in the moonlight, which is sparse and desolate. At this time, the sound of pestle from the neighbors seemed so clear and urgent in the silent autumn night. Far apart. How to determine the date of meeting? I can only look at the same distant moon sadly, and I can't do anything but stand there.

5. Compassion for farmers-Don Li Shen

In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.

There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.

Sow a seed in spring and you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. There is not a piece of land that is not cultivated, but farmers still starve to death.

Extended data:

Compassion for Peasants is a set of poems by Li Shen, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This group of poems profoundly reflects the living conditions of farmers in feudal China. The poem vividly depicts the fruitful scenes in various places, highlighting the realistic problem that farmers have worked hard to get a bumper harvest, but they have starved to death with empty hands. The poetry anthology selected typical life details and well-known facts, and concentrated on describing the social contradictions at that time.

The style is simple and heavy, the language is popular and simple, the syllables are harmonious and bright, and the combination of reality and reality enhances the expressive force of the poem. This poem is not only widely circulated among the people, but also has a certain influence in the history of literature. Since modern times, it has been selected as a textbook of primary school thought.

2. With regard to the aphorisms and poems about compassion for others, the short story Linjiang Xian written by Xu Changtu is scattered in the west of Tingxi, with a long hatred.

Looking back, the willows are getting heavier, the clouds are lonely and the geese are far away, and the cold days are red. Where to draw a boat tonight? The tide is flat and the moon is hazy.

Wine wakes people up, quiet and sad! In the dream of the remnant lamp sleeping alone, the light wave is more windy. (Write a classic about the pain of parting) On the moonlit night by the river, there is a spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the anvil refers to it. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees. (Say this song: a song beats the whole Tang Dynasty) In the case of jade, he Zhu Lingbo didn't cross Hengtang Road, but he watched it go.

Who is the golden flower? Moon Bridge, Flower Pavilion, Window and Zhujiajian are only known in spring. Ran Ran Yun Fei, at dusk, drew a new topic, heartbroken sentence.

How much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain. (Describe the late spring ~ ~) Yu Linling Liu Yong is chilling and sad.

The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.

Customs are strange, who to talk to. (classic! ! ) Watching the tide, Liu Yongsheng is in the southeast, the city of Sanwu, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.

Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, interlaced with 100 thousand people. Clouds and trees surround the bank and sand.

The raging waves roll with frost and snow, and the natural hazards are endless. Pearl in the city, luxury in every household.

Thick lakes overlap [mountains provide] Ting Anne. There are Sanqiu cassia seed and Shili Lotus.

Qiang tube clear sky in Wan Li, night, enjoy the lotus. A thousand riders have high teeth.

Drunk to listen to the flute and drum, enjoy the haze. The map of the future will be good. I will go back to Fengchi to boast.

This is the most famous landscape poem in Liu Yong's works. Yangzhou is a famous place in Huaizuo, a beautiful place to the west of Zhuxi, and it was less at first. Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green.

Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees by the pool and still hated talking about soldiers. Twilight, clear corners and cold winds are all empty cities.

Du's reward is now surprisingly heavy. Vertically speaking, although the dream of a brothel is good, it is difficult to be affectionate.

The 24th Bridge is still there, and Leng Yue is silent. After reading the red medicine by the bridge, you will know who you should live for every year.

I like Leng Xiang's rhyming poems, which is the most important thing. Where is Linjiang Xianhan Liunalan, Rong Ruo, Xu Fei and Hua Fei? The ice layer was destroyed. Sparing a tree is colder.

Love him, the moon is good, and haggard is also related. The most important thing is to shake it in the back and teach people to remember Chunshan.

It's hard to dream about a skirt intermittently. The west wind is more or less annoying and can't blow away the eyebrows.

Langtaoshannalan, Rongruoyuko turned away from the cold ashes, and the lines were completely different. The curtain is hung every other year, and the sunset is half red, when the swallows come.

Looking back on Yun Lan, I feel a lot. There are long and short dikes outside the long and short pavilions, full of dreams and infinite sadness.

Li Yu has nothing to say to go to the West Building alone. The bright moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. Constant cutting and confusion are feelings of parting, especially the general taste. When was the autumn moon of Li Yu, a beautiful woman? How much do you know about the past? Last night, the small building was easterly, and the country could not bear to look back at the bright moon. The carved stone fence and jade should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed it. How much sadness can you have, like a spring river? The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.

The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.

Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep.

The bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.

Yu Jiexing (Qiu Si) Fan Zhongyan has fallen leaves and fragrant bricks. The night is silent and cold.

Every night, we can see the tulle moon, but the one we love is thousands of miles away. Every year tonight, the flowers on the moon are like practice, and people are thousands of miles long.

I got drunk for no reason. Tears come before wine.

The afterglow of the lamp extinguished the pillow. Know the taste of loneliness.

This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape. Green door leads. Spring is warm and cold, and the wind and rain are late.

Tingxuan was lonely and near Qingming, full of wine, and fell ill last year. The wind wakes up in the corner of the building and the door is quiet at night.

It was seen by the bright moon and the partition wall. The immortal Zhang Xianshui listened to the wine several times and was drunk in the afternoon.

Send away spring, when will spring come back? Near dusk mirror, sad past years, past and future empty. On the beach, on the poultry pond, the clouds break the moon.

Heavy curtains and tightly folded lights, the wind is uncertain, people should be quiet first, and tomorrow should be full of red eyes. Liu Yong, who was born in Klang Ganzhou, sprinkled the rainy evening on the river and washed away the autumn.

The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears.

Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home.

Sighing for years, why bother me? I want beautiful women to dress up, miss a few times, and return home. Fight for me, lean on the dry place, I am in a hurry.

(Not much to say.

Another expert with the best fingertips.

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The corner of the sunset painting in the upper reaches of the land of Shenyuan is sad, and Shenyuan is not a pool platform revival. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.

Huan Xi Sha Xiang cymbals Li Jing sells residual green leaves, and the west wind worries about green waves. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.

The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears I hate and rely on.

(The father of the deceased.

On a trip to Tasha, I lost my balcony in the fog, and the moon was in the maze, but I couldn't find a place to overlook Taoyuan. It was a lonely museum, closed in the cold of spring, and cuckoos rang in the sunset. Mail plum blossom, fish pass by, let me have no hate. Chen Jianghang bypassed Chen Shan, who got off Xiaoxiang? Yulou Yan Shu Changting Road's green sheep grass, young people can easily go to the roof to dream for five minutes, and spend. ) Su Mu Gaisong Zhou Bangyan burned agarwood to cool off the heat.

3. What are the most beautiful and compassionate poems? Nothing is more beautiful than Li Qingzhao's poems.

For example:

Huanxisha

The Moses cup is dark amber,

Melt before you get drunk,

Better late than late.

Ruinaoxiang disappears and dreams are shattered.

Break the cold, make a bun and loosen it,

Wake up, time and space are red for candles.

Complain about one's feelings

Come to Shen Zui late at night to remove makeup,

Plum calyx is attached with residual branches.

Wake up drunk and break the spring sleep,

Dreams never come back.

People quietly,

Yue yiyi,

The green curtains hung down.

Move the stump more,

More fragrant,

More time.

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

In the heavy snow every year,

Often drunk plum blossoms,

It's no good moving all the plum blossoms,

Win tears in your clothes!

This year, the ends of the earth,

Flowers grow on the temples.

Look at the night breeze,

So plum blossoms should be ugly.

Memories of oral sex on the phoenix platform

Golden man,

Turn red,

Get up and comb your hair.

Ren Baoyu was covered in dust,

Hang the curtain in the sun.

Afraid of parting,

How much do you want to say?

New and thin,

Non-dry wine,

Not a sad autumn.

Hugh.

And come back here,

Ten thousand times in yangguan,

It's hard to stay.

Studying in Wu Lingren,

Smoke locked on Qin Lou.

Only the running water in front of the building,

Thinking about me all day, staring at me.

Staring at this place,

From now on,

New sadness.

Slow voice

Looking for it,

Cold and clear,

Sad and sad.

When the temperature was warm and cold that day,

This is the most difficult to arouse interest.

Three glasses and two glasses of light wine,

Why did you object to him, coming late and rushing?

Wild goose crossing also,

Is sad,

We're old acquaintances.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.

Haggard and hurt,

Who can pick it now?

Look at the window,

How can you be black alone?

The Indus River is drizzling,

At dusk, little by little.

This time,

What a sad sentence!

Poetry-Chai Feng

original text

First of all:

Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow;

East wind evil, thin heart,

A sad mood, staying away from the cable after a few years,

No, no, no.

Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and sad;

Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion,

Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.

Momomo.

Second:

The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late;

The wind is dry, the tears are residual,

If you want to write your thoughts, you can talk alone in the diagonal bar.

Difficult, difficult, difficult.

People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away;

The horn is cold and the night is hazy.

Afraid of being asked, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy,

Hide, hide, hide.

4. Poems about sympathy for charcoal sellers

Author: Bai Juyi

An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round.

His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.

What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.

Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.

At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market.

Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.

Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.

The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.

A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way.

Those people put half a piece of red yarn and a piece of silk on their heads as the price of charcoal.

5. A poem full of compassion, The Viewer.

Green willows are strange, and people are separated. My son has gone to Zhao Yan, and there is an old relative in Gaotang County.

If you can't do it, you can't support it. Cherish your brothers, even your neighbors.

When all the accounts are settled, I will thank my relatives and guests from now on. Tears drive away former lovers, including sad levy wheel.

When you can't see the car, you can see dust. I've been away from home for a long time, too, and my tears are all over my towel.

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An old man selling charcoal

Author: Bai Juyi

An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round.

His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.

What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.

Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.

At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market.

Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.

Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.

The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.

A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way.

Those people put half a piece of red yarn and a piece of silk on their heads as the price of charcoal.

Min Nong Li Shen

If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn.

There are no idle fields in the four seas, so farmers starve to death.

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Shanxi village tourism

Don't laugh at the mud wine in the farmhouse, and raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

There's a village where there's no road.

The flute and drum are close to the Spring Club, and the clothes are simple and old.

From now on, if you take the moon leisurely, the staff will knock on the door all night.

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The sun burns like Bai Sheng.

The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.

The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.

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Peasant-style banquet for people

In the middle of the night, Hu Er took advantage of ploughing, and the cattle gradually could not walk.

When people don't know the hardships of farmers, they will say that Tanaka Valley was born by himself.

6. What do you think of compassion? Give examples of ancient allusions and poems. Recently, I am eager to hear the teacher who speaks "western religious culture" mention this word.

I feel that compassion is sometimes closer to religious feelings.

Sorrow: refers to compassion and has a broad vision of love for human suffering.

Benjamin: It means sympathy. Compassion here is not pity. It means that people in human suffering are not despised or even pitied, but treated with empathy.

In short, it is a noble feeling.

Compassion-

Compassion means that philosophers pity and sympathize with the world in trouble with great wisdom.

Compassion:

My name

Pity; sympathize with

Ex.: The work expresses the author's compassion for all sentient beings.

7. What are the famous sayings about compassion? ,,, 1. Be nice to yourself, because life is not long; Be nice to the people around you, because you may not meet them in the next life! 2. Sorry is a kind of sincerity, it doesn't matter is a kind of grace.

If you give your heart, but you can't get grace, it can only show the ignorance and vulgarity of the other party! I like you for a long time, and I have been waiting for you for a long time. Now, I want to leave, even longer than a long time.

6. A person has only one heart, but two atria. A happy life; A person lives in sadness.

Don't laugh too loudly, or you will wake up the sadness next to you. 7. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches growing from the same root can't depend on each other in the wind. 9. Love makes people forget time, and time also makes people forget love.

10. Breaking up means not loving. Those high-sounding reasons are not to make each other feel better, but to make themselves feel better! 2 1. Power is mutual, except the power of love. 24. We are all farsighted, which blurs our recent happiness.

25. Both you who love me so much and I who love you so much are stuck in the past, and love is over. 29. Everyone is singular. Yes, when I came.

Even though I'm gone. .. 30. In our love, I have always played the role of loving you. When breaking up, don't ask me why I broke up, ask yourself.

8. A poem full of compassion, "The Watcher", is full of emotions.

My son has gone to Zhao Yan, and there is an old relative in Gaotang County. If you can't do it, you can't support it.

Cherish your brothers, even your neighbors. When all the accounts are settled, I will thank my relatives and guests from now on.

Tears drive away former lovers, including sad levy wheel. When you can't see the car, you can see dust.

I've been away from home for a long time, too, and my tears are all over my towel. -selling charcoal Weng Author: Bai Juyi selling charcoal Weng, chopping wood and burning charcoal in Shannan.

His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black. What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.

Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder. At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market.

Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market. Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.

The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace. A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way.

Those people put half a piece of red yarn and a piece of silk on their heads as the price of charcoal. Farmer Shen Li Chuntian planted a millet and harvested 10,000 seeds in autumn. There are no idle fields in the four seas, so farmers starve to death. -There is another village with a bright future. The flute and drum are close to the Spring Club, and the clothes are simple. From now on, if you ride leisurely on the moon, poles and staff will knock on the door all night. -The wild rice in Tianhe has been burnt by half. The farmer's heart is like soup, and the prince's grandson shakes his fan. - .

9. How to treat ancient poetry with compassion Du Fu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty in China, has always been well known by literati and ordinary people, and there have always been many admirers and researchers. People call him a "saint" in poetry, just like Li Bai, the "immortal" in poetry. Although Du Fu is comparable to Li Bai, someone gave Du Fu a higher evaluation. The famous writer Lu Xun once said that he always felt that Tao Yuanming stood a little far away from us, while Li Bai stood a little higher. Only Du Fu has been living in our pile. Indeed, Du Fu is not as reclusive as Tao Yuanming, nor as elegant and out of touch as Li Bai. He is an ordinary mortal, a poet who cares about the whole world and the whole world. He shared people's sadness and worries with the society. He regards the people's grief as his own, and pursues the life goal of helping the people all his life, and abides by this life rule whether he is poor or not. This feeling of sacrificing himself to make others happy is precisely because of his compassion for the whole world.

Du Fu has a noble character. He was compassionate at first. He has a broad love for human suffering, and he sympathizes with people. He does not despise people in human suffering, but treats them with empathy. He is weak, but his works reflect the society and express his strongest good wishes. He dared to fight against the ugly reality, to challenge the feudal diehard forces, and to denounce the feudal exploiters and foreign invaders. These are deeply displayed in his works.

Many of Du Fu's poems are wonderful works of realism, such as Three Officials, Three Farewells, Ascending the Mountain, Looking at Yue, and The Northern Expedition? Are well-known masterpieces. In his works, people can first see that he is most concerned about the country, society and people. He is a man with rich feelings, and has great feelings for everything in life. When the country was in turmoil and the nation was in danger, he looked at every life in the world with compassionate eyes. His extreme concern for life also shaped his ultimate life character. This is also an important reason why Du Fu is called a poet.

As an ordinary poet, Du Fu has a hard life, a humble official position and an understatement. He can reach such a high level of life, which is inseparable from his growth process.