Poetry about a positive and beautiful life

1. Poetry yearning for a better life 1. Chai Lu by Wang Wei

No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.

2. Wu Xinyi by 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.

3. Wang Wei'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.

4. 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.

5. Wang Wei's "Farmers by 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.

6. Wang Jian's Tian Guxing

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!

7. 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.

8. Nie Yi'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.

9. 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. 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.

10. 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! .

1 1. 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.

12. Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village

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.

13. Home is tied to Wei

An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks. In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.

14. "Brother Cui Puyang is in front of the mountain" Wang Wei.

Good autumn, KuangJun idle pool. I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin. Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.

15. Qingxi Wang Wei

I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.

In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .

2. A poem about a better life: Chai Lu Wang Wei: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I hear 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.

Broken array-Yan Shu Yanzi came to the Spring Club, after the Qingming Festival in pear flower falls. 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".

3. Poetry 1 longing for a better life, life and death and the city.

Hold your hand and grow old with your son. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face.

3, I hope the gentleman is loose, and be careful not to be full of peaches and plums. 4, peaches and plums compete for fragrance, only Laomei is suitable.

5. There are no graves in the mountains and rivers, Lei Zhen in winter and rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are one, but dare to be with you! 6. There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. 7, falling red is not a heartless thing, turned into spring mud to protect flowers.

There are thousands of willows in the spring breeze, among which 600 million China is the best. 9. I am drunk and want to sleep. I plan to play the piano in the Ming Dynasty.

10, Susu tidbits are late and Feifei lycopene is light. In spring, the days are long and the males are far away.

1 1, although hard, it is difficult to blow out wild sand. 12, the future map will be fine, go back to Fengchi Kwai.

13, the old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles, and the martyrs are full of courage in their twilight years. 14, the red rain turned into waves at will, and the green hills deliberately turned into bridges.

15, I advise you to drink more wine. Everyone knows you. 16. Don't miss your old friends and try new tea.

Poetry and wine use time. 17, if I were Di Qing next year, I would report peach blossoms.

18, as straight as bamboo rope and as clear as jade pot ice. 19, old and strong, would rather move the heart of a bald head? Poverty is strong, not falling into the sky.

20, I wish people a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful.

4. Poems and songs describing a better life 1. Life can be a cup of tea, a quiet song, a blank sheet of paper, a white life, a white life, experience the dazzling colors in life, and taste the dribs and drabs of life. Life can be dull or colorful.

Happiness is the spice and additive of life. 2. Life is a lonely journey. Maybe someone in the middle took the same road, but they will eventually separate.

This is the answer given by time: if you can't have it, the only thing you can do is not to forget it. 3. The sad man said, "The world is too complicated and life is under great pressure. I really want to be divorced from reality. "

However, is life really so boring? Looking at the sunshine in the morning, the leaves are blooming and the fish are swimming in the stream. It's really ordinary, but it's wonderful to savor it carefully! Learn to feel life, and you will know that flowers bloom with sound, sand and stones speak, and heaven and earth have feelings, and life has a taste. As long as the boat of our mind is still floating in the blue sea of life, it will nurture us to enjoy every wonderful moment in life.

5, don't change your love because of the eyes of others, don't live in the eyes of others and lose yourself! Feelings can't be greedy, nor is it a dream. So, be careful to wait for your earthshaking love.

No love is perfect, no relationship is perfect; Love and lover can only be true. You are not the best, but I only love you! 6, the bow of life, pulled too full, people will be tired, dissatisfied people will fall behind.

People who regard life as a trip will always encounter scenery, which is light and far away; And those who regard life as a battlefield will always encounter struggles, which are exciting and intense. Life is like this. You will meet everything you choose. There is no right or wrong, only bear or not.

Learn to let go of things that make you unhappy and people that make you humble. As long as there is tomorrow, today is always the starting point.

7. It is said that men are not easy, and women also have complaints: women can't be too beautiful and are easily rumored as vases; Women can't be too smart, sometimes a little confused is more lovely; Women should not be too sexy, showing off the market to attract gossip; Women can't be too gentle, but they think they have no opinions; Women should not be too tough and lack tenderness; Women can't be too cute, and if they go too far, they become naive. Being a woman is not easy! 8. When I was young, I didn't understand; When people reach middle age, they can't bear it; Some things are boring when you have them all; Some things are precious only when you lose them forever.

Life is too short to stop what you want, and you can't keep what you want. Between gains and losses, as long as you have cultivated, sown and watered, how much you have gained is not the only criterion for success or failure. The important thing is the unforgettable experience that makes you hurt, hate and love in the details.

9. When spring blossoms, you can walk in the fields, smell the flowers and the fragrance of the earth, listen to the birds and the rhythm of nature. You can hear the rhythm of nature and smell the breath of life. You can see the beauty of life. Life is sometimes as simple as that. 10, life should be like this, radiant, full and wonderful.

Tai Lihua shows the great beauty of silence and the light of human nature, which makes the world admire; Hong Zhanhui is burning, self-reliant and indomitable; Lin Xiuzhen helps widows, with no regrets ... 1 1. Don't eat greasy things to make your body cleaner; Do not dream unattainable dreams, so that sleep is more peaceful; Don't wear shoes that don't fit, so the pace is more leisurely; Don't follow the unnecessary trend to make your mood more peaceful; Don't recall the past that can't be turned back, and make life happier. Love with your heart, pay with your heart, not for profundity, but for simplicity.

Simple every day, happy every day. 12, failed because of lack of patience; Trouble is due to lack of happiness; Indifference is due to lack of enthusiasm; Loneliness is due to lack of sincerity; Meaningless, because of lack of care; Escape is because of lack of love; Vicissitudes are due to the lack of childlike innocence.

Be more patient, happy and enthusiastic, and really care about your childlike innocence. May you have a good time every day. 13, a person can truly understand the meaning of life and enjoy life only if he always has a dream and * *! 14, enjoy life, not only her romance and ease, but also her singing. Sometimes, we will be like a pine tree standing on the peak, tempered by wind, frost and ice pressure in that long winter. If you can still write a life poem full of * * and inspiration on the title page of nature with your broken branch as a pen in such years, then 15, sometimes I want to talk to someone, so I look through the phone book in my mobile phone again and again, but I don't know who I can send a message to, make a phone call, and finally press "Clear". Actually, I really want to talk to someone, but I don't know where to start. Finally, I said nothing but told myself that tomorrow would be fine.

5. A poem describing a beautiful life: Chai Lu Wang Wei: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The sunlight entered a forest and reflected from the green moss back to Wang Wei's Wu Xinyi: hibiscus flowers are at the end of the forest and red calyx is on the mountain. No one is here, all flowers bloom and fall. Autumn in the Mountains by Wang Wei: After the rain, the mountains are empty, and at dusk in beginning of autumn, there is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream. Bamboo is noisy, belonging to Huan female and lotus. When you're here, oh, a friend's prince? . Wang Wei birdsong creek: people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon rises, birds will sing in the spring stream. 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 silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Tian Fu meets the hoe. In other words, I envy leisure and am disappointed. Wang Jian's Tian Jiaxing: Under the eaves, I was hoarse. Wild silkworms don't take cocoons, and autumn moths are born among leaves. Wheat is harvested, silk is on the shaft, and knowledge is lost. I don't expect the entrance, and I don't want to sell the yellow calf to the city. The family has no food and clothing, and I am happy to see the county gate! Zhang Ji's wild old song: the old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. Most of the seedlings are not allowed to eat, and when they enter the official warehouse, they become dirt. At the end of the year, they hoed the plow beside the empty room and shouted for acorns when climbing the mountain. The Xijiang River is full of pearls, and the dog owners on board eat meat. Nie's "Mourning the Dead": selling new silk in February and planting new grain in May. It cured the pain in the eyes. The thunder began. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Ding Zhuang is in the wild and the farm is reasonable. When he comes back, he often takes a sip of water from Xixi. Hunger is not painful, but he is happy. There is no shelter in the warehouse, and the corvee has not been completed yet. If he is ashamed of not farming, Lu will eat the water in the pond.