A poem asking for living expenses

Poetry on living expenses 1. What is the poem about life?

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 Jia Xing: Men love women, and 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. Ding Zhuang 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! .

2. Poetry about a better life

Wang Wei, Chai Lu: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The sunlight entered the forest and reflected to me from the green moss.

Wu Xinyi by Wang Wei: hibiscus flowers are at the bottom of the wood, and red calyx is in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and flowers bloom and fall in succession.

After the rain, an empty mountain stands in the autumn night, there is moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stones in the stream, bamboo words of the sweeper going home, lotus leaves in front of the fishing boat, my friend's prince, spring has passed, what does it matter if you are here? .

Wang Wei birdsong creek: when people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty.

Wei Shui Farmhouse by Wang Wei: When the sun sets, cattle and sheep go home along the path. An old man is shut in the door of a thatched cottage, leaning on a stick and thinking about his son. Where is the shepherd boy? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworm moths and peeled mulberry leaves Fu Tian all met and said goodbye, which was their admiration for leisure and disappointment for singing.

The more poems about life, the better.

The following are boudoir life, court life, field life, travel life, military life and so on.

Guan Ju (The Book of Songs) has curly ears (The Book of Songs), lamb (The Book of Songs) has bitter leaves (The Book of Songs), quiet girl (The Book of Songs), mulberry bell (The Book of Songs), pool (The Book of Songs), female cock (The Book of Songs) and storm (The Book of Songs) There are boudoir life, court life, farm life, travel life, military life and so on.

Guan Ju (The Book of Songs) has curly ears (The Book of Songs), lamb (The Book of Songs) has bitter leaves (The Book of Songs), quiet girl (The Book of Songs), mulberry bell (The Book of Songs), pool (The Book of Songs), female cock (The Book of Songs) and storm (The Book of Songs) Liu Che) Two Qin Ge songs (Sima Xiangru) Zhancheng Nansi (Han Yuefu) (Han Yuefu) Drinking Horses in the South of the Yangtze River (Han Yuefu), Great Wall Grottoes (Han Yuefu), Ancient Songs (Han Yuefu), Green Water Riverside Grass (Anonymous), Green Ling Cuibai (Anonymous), Today's Good Banquet (Anonymous) and Picking Hibiscus on the River (Anonymous). At the end of the year (anonymous), the cold weather in Meng Dong came (anonymous). Guests from afar (anonymous). Mingyue He (anonymous) went up the mountain to pull grass (anonymous). Jiang Mumu Qingfeng (anonymous) went to Lengyan (Cao Cao) to join the army (RoyceWong). Miscellaneous Poems (RoyceWong) Seven Wounded Poems (RoyceWong) Love Poems (Xu He) Miscellaneous Poems (Cao Zhi) Hundred Poems (Ying Kun) Yong Huai (Ruan Ji) Talented Brothers Joined the Army (Ji Kang) He Qingqing Riverside Grass (Fu Xuan) Car Yao Yao (Fu Xuan) Love Poems (Zhang Hua) Wandering in the Cold (Lu Ji) There are chariots and horses at the gate. From Qu Azuo (Tao Yuanming) to Xin Chou, he took a vacation in July and went back to Jiangling to visit Tukou at night (Tao Yuanming), returned to Yuantianju (Tao Yuanming), begged for food (Tao Yuanming), drank in the rain alone (Tao Yuanming), moved to Geng Xu, and got early rice (Tao Yuanming) in the west in mid-September, and drank the third (Tao Yuanming). Ming Dynasty: Bai Shiyan went down to the field (Xie Lingyun), planted mulberry (Xie Lingyun), made clothes (Xie Huilian), presented poems (Lu Kai) and complained poems (Tang Huixiu), representing Dongmenxing (Bao Zhao), planning to go for a spring outing in the Six Dynasties (Bao Zhao) (Bao Zhao), and planning to take the second (Bao Zhao) place of Ge Shamen's wife (). Zhang Xuzhou Ji (Fan Yun) Farewell (Fan Yun) Ancient Farewell (Jiang Yan) Tour Banquet (Jiang Yan) Tao Qiantianju (Jiang Yan) undertaker (Jiang Yan) Jiangnan Qu (Liu Yun) Xin 'anjiang Zhidi (Shen Yue) and Su Jiu's farewell (He Xun) and An Yebie (He Xun). ) Looking at the moon and thinking for a long time (Zhang Jiuling) passing by the old village (Meng Haoran), Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran), stopping at Jiande River for one night (Meng Haoran), giving a banquet, Taoist Mountain House (Meng Haoran), Spring Boat on Ruoya Lake (Qi Fen Janice), the first of seven songs to join the army (Wang Changling), long letter and autumn words (Wang Changling), a letter I stayed in Wangchuan, gave to (Wang Wei), and rewarded Zhang (Wang Wei) The owners of Taohuaxi (Zhang Xu) and Furong Mountain stayed in Xuesu (Liu Changqing), Tingqin (Liu Changqing) and Chehang (Du Fu), and the two were Daoism (Du Fu) and Moonlight (Du Fu). The two sides of the Yellow River were recaptured by the imperial army (Du Fu), and they went down the river (Du Fu), climbed Yueyang Tower (Du Fu) and snowed. Kong Shu) Two Poems by You Zi Yin (Meng Jiao) (Liu) Pipaxing (Bai Juyi) Gong Ci (Bai Juyi) Jiang Xue (Liu Zongyuan) heard that Lotte granted Jiangzhou Sima (Yuan Zhen) a visit to the hermit, but he did not meet (Yuan Zhen) Bo Qinhuai (Du Mu) and let him go.

4. Poems describing daily life

Poems describing daily life:

1. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there are duck prophets in the spring water heating. (Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene")

Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi's "Parting from Ancient Grass")

3. Pick chrysanthemums under the east fence and see Nanshan leisurely. (Tao Yuanming's drinking)

The eaves are long and clean without moss, and the flowers and trees are planted by hand. (Wang Anshi's "Mr. Shu Huyin's Wall")

We open your window and overlook the garden and fields, holding cups and talking about mulberry and hemp. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")

6. I like children and hooligans best, lying on the stream peeling lotus flowers. (Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle-Village Residence")

7. In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will burn with tears. (Li Shangyin's Untitled)

8. It is always spring that waits to see the east wind. (Zhu's Spring Day)

5. Poems describing a comfortable life

Wu Xinyi of Wang Wei

The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.

Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain"

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.

Wangwei's Bird Watching Creek

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

Wang Wei's "Farmhouse on the Wei River"

In the countryside where the sun is setting, 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 Jia Xing

Farmers in the countryside are jubilant, happy, satisfied and empty, and even the tone of their words is different from usual. 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 mountain fields. 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's The Wounded Family

Sell new silk in February and cut 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 "Guan Tian Jia"

A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Ding Zhuang 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.

Widows in the mountains of Du Xunhe

Because of the soldiers, the husband clung to Mao Peng and his 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.

Wang Wei's "Farmhouse on the Wei River"

In the countryside where the sun is setting, 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

Spring pigeons are singing in the room, and apricot trees are narrating. 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 the Village for the Aged

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.

Du Fu's "Words and deeds of the Year"

At the end of the year, there are many northerly winds, and it is snowing 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. I heard that men and women are everywhere, and it is also a matter of renting a house to be kind and patient. 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's "Burning Song"

Get up to see Nanshan, which burns Shan Ye. 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 Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (I)

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies (2)

During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. 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".

6. Poetry describing the beauty of life

Among the ancient poetry sentences, there are almost no poems that directly describe a good life, but many of them depict scenes of leisurely life and show the beauty of life. The following is.

1, Su Xinshi Xugong branch

Song Yang Wanli

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

The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the flowers, but disappeared.

2. Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany, Part II.

Fan Song Chengda

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly

3, summer village is mixed, seventh.

Fan Song Chengda

During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.

Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

4, drinking, fifth

Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.

What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.

That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

5, partridge, lazy to learn to grow melons.

Song luyou

Lazy to learn to grow melons, just to send fish green.

Two new swallows are on the shore of spring, and a piece of light seagulls falls on the beach at dusk.

The song is ethereal, and the wine is as clear as dew.

Everyone asked where to go and laughed and said that the boat was home.

6.shanjia

Yuan liuyin

The horseshoe treads on the water, and the drunken sleeve reveals the wind.

It is strange to see the children looking out, and the sound of birds leads me to my home in the mountains.

7. April in the country

Song Weng Juan

The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

7. Poems describing rural life

1, Two Poems of Compassion for Peasants-Li Shen in Tang Dynasty

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

At noon in midsummer, under the scorching sun, farmers were still working and sweat dripped into the soil. Who would have thought that the rice in our bowl was full of the blood and sweat of farmers?

2. Returning to the Garden —— Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and peas are sparse. Get up early to get rid of weeds, and go home with a hoe in the moonlight at night.

3. Mountain Farmhouse-Gu Kuang in Tang Dynasty

Banqiao people cross the spring, and Mao Yan crows at noon.

Chen Mo bakes tea with black smoke, but he likes to bask in the sun in the valley.

When I crossed the wooden bridge across the mountain stream, the sound of the gurgling spring accompanied me to the farmhouse. The sun shone high on the eaves of the thatched cottage, and the chickens cackled as if welcoming visitors. Shan Nong accompanied me to visit the roasted tea, and said with deep apologies, don't lightly blame cigarettes. When I went to the threshing floor, Shan Nong was very happy because it was sunny and could thresh.

4. April in the countryside-Weng Juan in the Song Dynasty

The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

The fields on the hillside are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight. The sky is misty and rainy, cuckoos are crying, and the earth is thriving. April has arrived, and no one is idle. Just after sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.

5. "Farmers"-Yan in Tang Dynasty

In the middle of the night, the tiger took advantage of the small tillage, and the cow gradually could not walk.

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

Call the children in the middle of the night and go to the fields to dig up the soil before dawn. The thin old cow dragged the plow in the field, and it dragged more and more slowly, so that it was almost too tired to drag the plow. Most people don't know the hardships of farmers, but they say that the rice and grains in the fields grow naturally.

8. Write a poem about life

Believe in the future

Author: forefinger

When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty

I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.

Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.

When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn

When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings

I still stubbornly use frosted vines.

Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.

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

I want to hold the sun in my hand.

The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.

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

I believe in the future.

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

She brushed away the eyelashes of history.

She has a student who can read through the years.

No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.

Those lost blues, the pain of failure.

It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.

Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?

I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.

Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.

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

Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.

Friends, believe in the future.

Believe in indomitable efforts

Young people who believe in overcoming death.

Believe in the future and love life.

enjoy life

Author: forefinger

Maybe my thin body is like climbing kudzu vine,

Unable to grasp the future of one's own destiny,

Then please listen to my voice in the biting wind and rain,

Still whispering repeatedly: love life.

Maybe after the fierce struggle in life,

I died more peacefully than the lake.

Then please go to the cemetery to find my inscription,

It also says: Love life.

I made up my mind to use pain as a weight,

I have confidence: make Libra with my life.

I want to measure the value of a person's life,

I hope future generations will follow my example: love life.

Indeed, I cherish what belongs to me.

That winding path,

Through this winding path,

I just realized that life is so hard.

I came barefoot like a waif,

I deeply felt the hardness of the hard rocks on the road.

Plus the brambles in the way.

Let me leave blood behind every step.

I walk barefoot like a beggar,

Knowing the hunger and cold in the snow in winter,

As hot as the poisonous sun in summer,

This makes me cherish every trace of warmth a hundred times.

But I have the personality to challenge the old forces,

Although I have experienced setbacks, I will never take it lightly.

I can live tenaciously until now,

That is: believe in the future and love life.

1978 Beijing

Say goodbye to youth

Author: forefinger

Farewell, youth

Drunk all night

Now open the bottle and soak the herbs.

Carefully fill a small handleless wine cup with eight dollars.

Then taste it bit by bit.

A little bitter life

Farewell, youth

Smoke from an argument

Still lit one by one.

Spend a long day quickly

The difference is that I am willing to keep the peace.

Although, loneliness is a kind of relaxation.

Farewell, youth

We are in the hot sun and heavy rain.

Seven points smart, used for a smooth life.

Finally, fame and fortune raped chastity.

After earning comfort, I still feel something is missing.

Because I lost my soul and bid farewell to my youth.