What are the poems about giving?

Poetry about giving 1. Poetry about giving.

In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and the wax torch will turn to ash. (Li Shangyin's Untitled)

2, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems")

3, eyebrows cold fingertips, head willing to be a donkey. (Lu Xun)

4. Do your best until you die. (Zhuge Liang)

Buried roots make branches bear fruit without asking for anything in return. (Tagore)

6. The lonely village does not feel sorry for itself, but thought it was national defense. (Lu You's November 4th storm)

7. Hold a heart without a blade of grass. (Tao Xingzhi)

8. if you want to eliminate disasters for the wise, you are willing to decline and cherish the old. (Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Show Grandnephew's Neck")

9. After the flowers are picked into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet. (Luo Yin's "Bees")

2. Who knows this poem about giving?

In ancient China, there were famous poems about giving alms, such as "The silkworm will weave until it dies, and when the candle tears burn, it will start to dry", "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning it into spring mud to protect flowers", and "Whoever works hard will be sweet after all the flowers are harvested".

In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and the wax torch will turn to dust, and tears will flow down their faces. "Spring silkworms die, wax torches turn to ashes" comes from Li Shangyin's untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer than we broke up in the late Tang Dynasty. The poem reads: "Time passed long before I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have 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 is no way to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! "This is a poem written by Li Shangyin expressing love psychology. In the first two sentences of the poem, I wrote about the unfortunate experience of love and the mood of the lyric hero. Due to some force, it is difficult for a pair of lovers to meet, and the pain of separation is unbearable for her. The third and fourth sentences of the poem go on to write the feelings of "seeing each other late" and "it is difficult to leave" "And the silk quilt in spring will be woven until death" means that he misses each other, just like a silkworm spinning to death; "And every night the candle will cry the wick away" is a metaphor for his endless pain because he can't get together, as if the wax tears didn't run out until the candle burned to ashes, and he missed more than one, which shows his deep attachment. Poem 56 is translated into an extroverted psychological activity, "Cloudy temples change", which means that I can't sleep at night because of painful torture, so that my temples fall off and my face is gaunt; "You should feel cold in the moonlight" is to reflect psychological desolation through physical cold feeling. At the end of the poem, Pengshan is the symbol of the other party's residence, and Jade Bird appears as the messenger of the lyric hero, hoping that the messenger will appear. In the poem, "Spring silkworms die, and night candles burn out their wick" uses vivid metaphors to describe the love between men and women without regrets and till death.

(2) Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers. "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more" comes from Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems in the late Qing Dynasty. The poem said: "The mighty sorrow leaves the sky, and the whip refers to the end of the world. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but it is not a heartless thing. It turns into the soil of spring and can also play a role in feeding the next generation. " This poem is the fifth in Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems. It describes the poet's mood when he left Beijing, that is, although he was carrying "a mighty sadness", he said that he would still make a final effort for the country and the people. The first two lyrical narratives of the poem are "Leaving Sorrow" and "Pointing the Whip to the East"; It is sad to leave, but it is easy to leave. After all, I have escaped the shackles and can go back to the outside world to do other things. The last two sentences of the poem use fallen flowers as a metaphor to show one's mind. Falling in love originally refers to the flowers blooming on the branches, but it is not something without feelings. Even if it turns into spring mud, it is willing to cultivate beautiful spring flowers to grow. "Falling in red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more", which shows that although the poet is divorced from officialdom, he is still concerned about the destiny of the country, does not forget his ambition to serve the country, and does not hesitate to give everything to express his enthusiasm for caring for the country until his death, fully expressing the poet's strong feelings and becoming a famous sentence handed down from generation to generation.

(3) After the flowers are picked into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet. "Flowers gather honey, whoever works hard will be sweet" comes from Luo Yin's Bees in the Tang Dynasty. The poem says: "No matter the flat land or the top of the mountain, infinite scenery is occupied. After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard and who will be sweet? " This is a poem about bees. This poem praises the noble character of bee's hard work, and also implies the author's hatred and dissatisfaction with people who get something for nothing. The first two sentences of the poem, "No matter the flat land or the top of the mountain, it occupies infinite scenery", almost boasting that no matter the plain fields or the mountains, wherever flowers bloom, it is the site of bees. The last two sentences of this poem use rhetorical tone. "Picking a hundred flowers" means "hard work" and "becoming honey" means "sweet", but who is this for? This rhetorical question enables readers to gain something from this "animal story". "Flowers gather honey, and those who work hard for it are sweet." In fact, the poet refers to the noble character of bees working hard and expresses their hatred and dissatisfaction with people who get something for nothing.

3. Poems about dedication and dedication

1, sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed.

3. In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"

4. Hold a heart without a blade of grass.

5. There are not many routes from Pengshan to Bluebird. Listen! -Give me what she said! .

6. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of moonlight with her evening song.

7. Do your best until you die.

8, falling red is not a heartless thing, turned into spring mud to protect flowers.

9. if you want to eliminate disasters for the wise, you are willing to decline and cherish the old.

10, bash one's eyebrows coldly at a thousand fingers, bow one's head as a willing ox. -Lu Xun's "Self-mockery"

1 1, no matter what, just leave innocence in the world.

12, the belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it. I am pining for the people who have disappeared. -Liu Yong's "The Recent Flowers"

13. Since ancient times, life has never died. Take the heart of Dan and follow history.

14, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still want to defend my country.

15 but before he could conquer, he was dead, and the heroes cried on their coats from then on.

16, Tao Liyan, the next step is a road. -"Historical Records and Biography of Li"

17. After all the flowers are picked into honey, you will work hard for your sweet people. -Luo Yin's "Bees"

18, falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. -Gong Zizhen's Poems of the Sea

19, sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

20, give someone a rose, the hand has a lingering fragrance.

4. What poems describe hard work?

1. "Fate Knowledge" Time: Song Author: Autumn Lan has not yet broken dawn, and it is time to talk about lust and the old monk.

Make tea first, then sleep late. The crane is picturesque, and the sea of clouds is selfless.

True religion is not empty, and the empty environment is my teacher. 2. "Ode to 205 Poems" Year: Song Author: Shi Zhengjue is like a valley god, clouds and the moon.

Laziness does not kill merit, but the response is selfless. Mo Wen is biased. He is talking about sports.

Since the square is round, whoever owes it will be left. You can go to different banks, usually there.

The jungle is full of people. If it is, we must celebrate. 3. "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jian" Time: Wei and Jin Author: Cai Yan I was born with nothing to do, and the Han Dynasty declined after my birth.

Heaven is ruthless and chaotic, and the earth is ruthless, which makes me meet this time. The road is dangerous and the people are in exile.

Smoke and dust cover the wild, land rover prospers, and ambition is good and righteousness is lacking. Who should I sue for rude insults? After a while, I knocked on the piano, feeling angry and resentful.

Rong Jie forced me to get married and pushed me to the horizon. Yunshan is heavy and the wind is thousands of miles away.

Many people are violent and fierce. Like snakes, they are arrogant and extravagant. Two beats and one string, the string is heartbroken, heartbreaking and sad.

It is better to have no life than to go to the country of Yue Han and enter the city of Hu. Felt hair is shocking and flesh and blood, and what goes around comes around is boring to curb my feelings.

Drums are ringing from the night, and Hu Feng is dark. Hurt the present, feel the past, feel the past, feel sadness, feel pain, feel pain.

I miss my hometown day and night, and I feel the most bitter when my life is full. Natural disasters make the country chaotic and the people have no owners. I am the only one who has no luck.

Different customs and different physical difficulties, different appetites, who can talk! It's sad to think about how hard it is to remember clearly. The wild goose south wants to make a sound, and the wild goose north returns to the west to get a Chinese sound.

Goose flies high, hard to find, but it hurts. Think about it. The folding of the eyebrows caressed Ya Qin to the moon, and the five strokes were profound.

First frost is cold and hungry, so you can't eat meat and cheese. At night, I heard the long water sobbing. I saw the Great Wall and the road was full.

Looking back, it is difficult to pack your bags, and six beats of sadness come and go. As the sun sets, the wind wails. I don't know who I'm talking to! Vilen is depressed, guarding Wan Li, vulgar, old, weak and young.

There are aquatic plants to build homes and repair bases, and cattle and sheep gather in the wild like bees and ants. When the grass is exhausted, all sheep and horses are disciples. Qipai hates living here.

Why don't you see me wandering alone? God, what happened? I live up to God. What makes me different? I live up to the gods. Why should I cross this country? I did eight beats to relieve my worries, but I didn't know my heart was turning to worry. The sky is boundless and my heart is sad.

Life is fleeting, but I can't be happy in my prime. I want to ask the truth, but the sky is gray and I have no chance.

Looking up at the clouds and smoke, nine beats are nostalgic. Who is it? The beacon fire in Chengtou has not been extinguished. When will the battlefield stop? The murderous look rushed to the door, and Hu Feng blew the moonlight. The hometown is silent with the sound of dust.

A lifetime of hard work and parting, ten times of sadness and tears into blood. I am not greedy for life and hate death, so I can't dedicate my body and my heart.

I still want to return to mulberry, and I have been dead for a long time. Sun, Moon and Sun are in Rongji, and the Hu people spoil me and have two sons.

There is no shame in bow education, and the growth of the soul is contemptible. There is a beat in ten miles, and because of this, sorrow and joy are lingering.

Dongfeng responds to the law and has a lot of heating, so we know that the Han family is the son of heaven and the cloth and clothes are harmonious. The Qiang people danced wildly and sang praises, and the two countries went to war with each other.

Suddenly, I met an envoy of the Han Dynasty. He gave me a phone call that was almost imperial and asked my daughter to redeem my concubine. I am very happy to be alive and to meet the holy king, so I will not say goodbye to my children for no reason.

Nine times out of ten, it is difficult to live in two emotions. This doesn't mean I can't live, but I must go back and caress Hu and cry.

Ambassador China greeted me, and I was chubby and yelling. Who knows? Life and death come with me at this time, worrying about losing my glory as a child. How can I have wings to give you back? Step by step, it is difficult to move, and the soul disappears.

There are three beats in ten, and the strings are anxious and sorrowful, and the intestines are stirring. When I get home, my son won't follow me, and my heart hangs like I'm hungry.

Everything in the four seasons has ups and downs, but I am sad and temporarily motionless. The mountains are high and the sea is wide. I will see you all my life. I dreamed that you came to Sri Lanka at night.

Holding hands in a dream is a kind of joy and a kind of sadness, but it hurts after sleeping. Nine times out of ten, tears are falling, the river is flowing east, and I am thinking.

Fifteen beats, a holiday, a promotion, and a full chest. Who knows music? It's unusual in the vault. I hope I can come back, I hope I can be happy again.

My heart is full of sorrow and sorrow. The sun and the moon are selfless and never shine. It is difficult to separate mother and son, and the same day is more and more like a commercial reference. I don't know if I live or die, where can I find it! Sixteen beats, endless thoughts, my son and I stand on our side.

The sun faces the east and the moon faces the west, so don't be heartbroken. I don't forget my worry about daylily, I don't care whether I play the piano or not! I don't want to go back to my hometown today. Old grievances are settled and new grievances are long! Blood and tears look up and complain to the gray son, Hu lives alone! Seventeen patted Xi's heart, his nose was sour, and it was difficult for Guan Shan to repair Xi alone.

I went with a lot of thoughts, but I didn't think long when I came. Filled with branches and dried leaves of Artemisia annua, the battlefield was scarred and covered with bones, knives and arrows.

In spring and summer, the wind and frost are cold and the people are hungry and weak. I was so heavy that I entered Chang 'an. I sighed my heart and my tears dried up.

Hu Jia was born out of Hu and turned out the same melody. Although the 18th beat of Xi Qu is over, it sounds memorable.

It is a work that knows the subtleties of bamboo silk, and the joys and sorrows change with people's hearts. Hu and Han are different, and heaven and earth are separated.

I am bitter and bitter, and Liuhe is vast and difficult to accommodate! 4. "Seclusion" Year: Song Author: Lu You Baiqingpu, the old man is ill just in the autumn wind. We are old when we don't borrow money, and poor when we are selfless.

In the past, the city often cried to its father, but now it wants to serve the public. Although Fang Zun is an alchemist, his face is red before her respect.

5. "Miscellaneous Xing" Year: Song Author: Wen Zhong Gai Zhan bird, it is hard to escape stealing names. Zhang Tang legalists, pushing the virtuous and appointing the competent.

Fairness is like the sun and the moon. This is the root of ancient rule, so we should stop fighting.

Hey hey, Dr. Qi, how grand it is to do good deeds. Calling me evil is evil, not an affair.

Once all the recommendations are made, jinbo will become. There are too few descendants, and there are too few people.