A poem expressing happiness in life

A poem about a happy life 1. Poetry about a happy 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 soldier, 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".

2. Ask for ancient poems describing happy married life, thank you ~

1, "Keep a wife"

Han Dynasty: Su Wu

There is no doubt about love when you are married. Have fun tonight. This is a good time. What is the night when recruiters look into the distance? There are no more participants. Quit your job from now on. On the battlefield, long time no see. Shake hands with a sigh and tears will make a living. Try to love Chunhua, and don't forget when you are happy. Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc.

Since I became husband and wife with you, I never doubted that I would love you forever. What a wonderful time to fall in love with you and enjoy tonight! But tomorrow I will travel for my country, so I must get up and see when it is before dawn. When the stars disappeared in the horizon, I had to say goodbye to you, because I didn't know when I would meet you again until I went to war.

Holding hands with you for a long time is also happy, and I can't help crying because this may be the last time in my life. I cherish every happy moment now, and I will never forget the happy time when I fell in love with you. If I am lucky enough to live, I will definitely come back to you. If I die unfortunately, I will miss you forever. ...

2. Longevity Daughter's Spring Festival Banquet

Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi

Spring banquet, a cup of green wine and a song. Pay tribute to Chen Sanyuan once again: First, may her husband be a thousand years old; Second, I hope my concubine is healthy; Third, I want to be like Liang, and I want to see you every year.

On a sunny spring day, a sumptuous banquet was held. A glass of wine and a song, I made three wishes: first, I wish you a long life, second, I wish you a healthy body forever, and third, I wish us to be right and happy like Liang.

3. "phoenix song"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

A good girl in Qin Mugong likes to play the flute and sing in the spring sky. Red and green, not only want to fly, but also carry her lover Xiaoshi to heaven together. Their images of the sky disappeared in the colorful clouds, and the flute flowed out of the western Qinling Mountains.

Lovely girls in Qin Mugong like to play Yu Di and sing spring in the sky. Qingluan can not only fly, but also ascend to heaven with her lover Shaw History. Their beautiful images disappeared in the colorful clouds, and the sound of the flute floated across the western Qin Dynasty.

4. "Who is the cloud?"

Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi

Who is a cloud, gone to the end of the world, gone forever. Like a woman at the foot of Jiuyi Mountain, she has been looking forward to clothes for a long time.

Wang Fuji's hair is combed like a cloud. Who will come back? Don't come back when you are far away. It's like following Shun Di's wife and children buried at the foot of the mountain because of a landslide. I hope Shun Di will repay them with clothes.

5. Digging Songs in the Back Garden

Tang Dynasty: Li He

The pulley on the well rotates on the bed. The underwater sound is complex and the chord sound is shallow. How do you feel, Xun? You lived in Chengtou on the first day. A thousand years a day, no need to shed.

The pumping pulley rotates on the platform, with loud dripping sound and slow rope sound. Like who is whispering? Husband and wife love each other like Xun. The sun over the city, I hope I can stay for a long time; A day is regarded as a thousand years, the sun never sets and there will never be dusk.

3. 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 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 drank to build a house, but he had no 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."

4. 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?

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. 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.

7. Poetry praising a happy new life

Picking happiness "Happiness in the sky is wearing blue; The happiness of the forest is covered with green; The happiness of sunshine is as dazzling as diamonds; The happiness of the sunset leaves the last beauty; I want to gather my happiness with my friends-every friendship, every happiness, every hope, every ray of sunshine ... "This is a passage I wrote in my diary.

Every day when I open my diary and see it, my mood will always become very blue and transparent, and I will wash away all the losses and troubles that have settled in my heart. This is a feeling of happiness. Time flies, time is like running water.

Unconsciously, I grew up. The memory of childhood is a leaf, which quietly falls from the tree of childhood and can never return to the tree, but the leaf is still dazzling. I still remember, that skipping little girl always looked up at the blue sky with curious eyes and wanted to blend in with that piece of blue; I always like to drill around in the "small house" with my friends and watch naughty raindrops play in the breeze.

At that time, the sky was blue and the grass was green. At that time, I was really happy. Now, I still love the blue sky and everything beautiful under it, but I have little time and energy to savor it. I occasionally look up and feel a sense of intimacy, as if I have lost a lot of interest in life and added a little worry and confusion.

Years have also made me understand many things I didn't understand before: life is full of thorns and bumps. In this long journey, we should give ourselves confidence, hope and courage to fight, light a lamp for ourselves and find our own happiness. What is happiness? In my eyes, happiness is not a thick stack of money and a gorgeous dress; It is not a tool to cover up the pain, but a desire for a moment's wine.

Happiness should be a subtle feeling in the depths of the soul, a person's true feeling. When you are depressed and helpless, a smile and a greeting from passers-by will bring you happiness; When you are thirsty, happiness is a sweet spring; Happiness is a soft big bed when tired; Happiness is a distant note when you are lonely; Happiness is a kind smile after a nightmare.

Success is happiness, failure is happiness, and it is sour and sweet. You should have the courage to say to yourself at any time: I am not afraid of failure, because my goal is ahead, because I have the courage to stand up again, because failure is a kind of happiness! It is a clear sky again, and the sunshine is as warm as ever.

Everything in front of me is so beautiful. In fact, the answer is in your eyes, in your heart. Pick happiness and give yourself a happy mood; Gather happiness and get close to it.

8. What poems praise a happy new life?

1, the fields are full of water, the rice leaves are neat, the sunlight penetrates the trees and the smoke is low.

From Ji Xu's New Cool in Song Dynasty

The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops, and the smoke is low.

Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.

Explanation:

In the endless rice fields, the water ripples slightly, and the neat rice is like a knife. The morning sun shines on the ground through the leaves, and the morning fog permeates the trees. Orioles also like the cool time in the morning and sing happily in the shadow of the green hills.

2. The rice at the foot of Ehu Mountain is plump, and the finless porpoise is half covered.

Social Day by Wang Jia in Tang Dynasty

Goose and lake, crops grow well, every household is full of pigs and chickens.

It's getting late, the shadow of mulberry trees is getting longer and longer, the spring feast is gradually dispersed, and the drunkard goes home happily with the help of his family.

Explanation:

The rice beam at the foot of Ehu Mountain is plump and the harvest is in sight. In the barn, the pig is fat and the chicken is strong, and the door is half open. As the sun sets, mulberry trees reflect long shadows. After the Spring Festival, every household helped the drunkard to return.

Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the flowers in the middle of the month are like snow.

From "Village Night" by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

In a piece of autumn grass that was grayed by frost, insects were whispering, and everyone around the mountain village disappeared.

I went to the front door alone and looked out at the field. I saw the bright moonlight shining on the endless buckwheat field, and the buckwheat flowers were like a dazzling snowflake. (Front door: front door)

Explanation:

Insects are whispering in the frosty autumn grass, and pedestrians around the mountain village are extinct. I came to the front door alone and looked at the fields in the distance. Buckwheat under the bright moon is as white as snow.

4. The leaves of pears are rouge, and the flowers of buckwheat are white and fragrant.

From Wang Yucheng's Country Trip in Song Dynasty.

The horse crossed the chrysanthemum and crossed the mountain road, leaving the horse to walk freely. Listen to the sound of thousands of valleys at night and watch some peaks silent in the sunset.

The leaves of huanghuali are as red as rouge, and the fragrance of buckwheat flowers is as white as snow. To my dismay, the village bridge is like my hometown!

Explanation:

The horse is walking on the mountain road, the chrysanthemum is yellowish, and it is intentional to walk freely. Thousands of valleys echo to listen to the night, and silently watch several peaks in the sunset. The fallen leaves in Li Tang are as red as rouge, and the fragrant buckwheat is as white as snow. What makes me suddenly feel blue when I sing a poem? It turns out that the small bridge in the country is like my hometown!

5, rice flowers say bumper harvest. Listen to the frogs.

From Song Xin Qiji's "Walking the Yellow Sand Road on the Xijiang Moonlight"

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. (Xiqiao I left: west end)

Explanation:

The bright moonlight swept the branches, scaring the magpies away from them, and the cool evening breeze seemed to hear cicadas chirping in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, there were waves of frogs' cries in my ears, as if discussing that this year is a bumper harvest year.

The sky is cloudy and starry, flickering, and there is a light rain in front of the mountain. The old thatched cottage is still next to the Woods of the earth temple. When the road turns the source of the stream, it suddenly appears in front of you.