Poems on the Heart in The Book of Songs

Gratitude sentences in The Book of Songs;

The Book of Songs: What is the wind in Xiaoya Valley?

It's me, Polygonum hydropiper. Artemisia argyi is a bandit. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

I am a loser, but I am a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

It is a pity that the bottle is used up. It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people.

What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.

My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Spoil me, raise me, raise me,

Take care of me and answer me. Get in and out of the abdomen. The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic!

Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing. I don't care, I'm alone!

Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone!

The first six sentences in the fourth chapter describe the parents' nurturing and caressing of me, and concretize the "toil" and "fatigue" mentioned in the first two chapters. The poet used nine verbs and nine words "I" in succession, such as "life", "residence", "generation", "animal", "dragon", "ancient" and "I". My words are clumsy and sincere, my words are straightforward, I never tire of listening, and my voice is urgent, which is like crying. It is most appropriate to describe it with the lyrics of modern Beijing opera "tears, blood words".

2. Thanksgiving sentence in the Book of Songs: 1. Give me papaya and return it with Joan.

Not to thank you, always cherish your feelings. You want to send me a peach, and I want to give it back to Qiong Yao. Not to thank you, always cherish your feelings. You give me wood, and I'll take Joan Jiu in return.

Not to thank you, always cherish your feelings. You give me the papaya, and I will give it to Joan in return. Not to thank you, but to cherish feelings and be friends forever.

You give me Mu Tao, and I will give Qiong Yao in return. Not to thank you, but to cherish feelings and be friends forever.

You give me Muli, and I'll take Joan Jiu in return. Not to thank you, but to cherish feelings and be friends forever.

My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach.

The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic! Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing.

I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone! Source: Guo E Translation: Dad, you gave birth to me, and Mom, you raised me.

You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me. I want to repay my parents' kindness, and the disasters in the old society are unpredictable! The height of Nanshan is hard to surpass, and the biting wind is daunting.

Everyone has no misfortune. Why am I the only one who was robbed? Nanshan Mountain is too high to cross, and the wind is so biting that it makes people tremble. Everyone has no misfortune, so I can't be the only one! Extended information gratitude quotes 1, people help me, don't forget; I help people, remember.

-Hua 2. Life needs a grateful heart to create, and a grateful heart needs life to nourish. -Wang Fu 3. Bees sip honey from flowers and thank them when they leave.

The grandiose butterfly thinks that flowers should thank him. -Tagore 4. Being a man is like a candle. Part of it is hot and part of it is scattered, giving people light and warmth.

Chu Xiao's daughter is five years old. Every kind of kindness has a barb, which will hook the mouth that devours kindness, and the benefactor can drag him wherever he wants. -Tang 6, despicable people are always ungrateful: ingratitude is the despicable part.

Hugo seven. If a person suffers great compassion and then turns against his benefactor, he must take care of his own dignity and be more vicious than an irrelevant stranger. He has to prove his opponent's guilt to explain his ruthlessness. -Thackeray.

3. Xie Shi's poems in The Book of Songs are not very clear, but there are other poems that can be used to describe Xie Shien:

Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers.

In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and every night candles will drain the wick untitled.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

Peach and plum don't say anything, and the next step is to make a difference.

teacher for a day, father for a lifetime.

Your husband is full of peaches and plums, so why plant flowers in front of the hall to wait on your husband?

The crane sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and its heart is full of blood.

Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches, and it depends on old cadres to support Hsinchu.

4. The famous sentence "The Book of Songs Feng Wei Papaya" by the grateful teacher in The Book of Songs.

Original text:

Give me papaya,

Give it back to Joan.

So is the bandit newspaper,

Always feel good!

Give me a peach,

Reward it with Qiong Yao.

So is the bandit newspaper,

Always feel good!

Give me a plum,

Return the favor to Joan.

So is the bandit newspaper,

Always feel good!

Translation:

You gave me papaya,

In return, I paid Joan money.

Not to thank you,

Cherish your feelings and be friends forever.

You gave me a peach,

I repay Qiong Yao.

Not to thank you,

Cherish your feelings and be friends forever.

You gave me Muli,

I repay Joan Jiu.

Not to thank you,

Cherish your feelings and be friends forever.

5. The sentence of gratitude in The Book of Songs is 1, I, thief, wormwood.

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. I am a loser, but I am a thief.

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. 2, the bottle is exhausted, the shame of Weiwei.

It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.

My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Spoil me, cultivate me, nurture me, care about me, go in and out.

The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic! Nanshan is fierce and windy.

I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone! 5. Choose Mu Tao and me and report to Qiong Yao. It's always good to report bandits.

How deep is the thanksgiving poem? The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains. New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.

I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt. I can only miss you with my eyes open all night, and I will repay my gratitude for my life without raising my eyebrows.

However, the Millennium leaves will always be the Millennium sacrifice cup. A proud and bitter life is not harmonious, and the goodwill and goodwill of the media are better.

Juxin and Le Yi were grateful for their kindness. They tried their best to serve the monarch with their talents. There is Kong Ming in solitude and water in fish.

It is a great honor to walk from one battlefield to another. I have a place to repay the happiness of spring. Joan can take her time at the hotel.

People feel the rain, and the clouds and the Li scene are long. Being famous is an ordinary dream, but there is no gratitude in the wonderful books.

In your life, you made people appreciate everything you did, and you praised your loyalty and your loyalty. I still pity Nanshan and look back at Weibin in Qing Dynasty.

Give me a peach and give it back to Li. The length of the clothes in the palace is all combined with the mind, and I will bear the hospitality of the emperor all my life.

6. Poems about gratitude in ancient poetry: Father gave birth to me, mother humbled me, married me, raised me, nurtured me, protected me, answered me, went in and out, wanted to repay kindness, and was extremely confused.

Bite the ring and make grass, and repay kindness with kindness.

Unexpectedly, the silhouette of the lonely lamp at night is Xiao, and the child is like a dumpling, and the child is soaring.

You suddenly have frosty temples, skirts in spring and eyebrows in autumn.

In 32 years, heavy rain poured down, the sound of rain disappeared, and thoughts flooded.

I miss my loving mother's hard half life, kneel down to nurse the lamb and repay the present.

Do your best until you die. (Zhuge Liang's "Model")

Crows have the intention of feeding back, and sheep know the grace of kneeling and nursing.

A drop of grace will be rewarded by a spring.

Grass can't repay the kindness of warm sun.