A poem describing the happiness and beauty of life

A poem about a happy life 1. 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?

2. Seek 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 spring festival evening is a gaunt injury for 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."

3. 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".

4. Ancient poems describing family happiness

1. Jiangcun

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

The clear river winds around the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer.

Swallows on the beam fly freely, and blind dates in the water are similar and accompanied. (The first work in class: Liang Shang)

The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection.

As long as some old friends give me some money, what do I ask?

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The clear river winds through the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer.

Swallows on the beam fly freely, and Bai Ou in the water approaches each other and accompanies each other.

The old lady is drawing a chessboard with paper, and the younger son is tapping a needle to make a fish hook.

What can I expect as long as an old friend gives me some money and food?

2. Qingpingle Villagers' Residence

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.

Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?

The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.

My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.

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The eaves of the hut are low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.

Wu dialect, slightly drunk, sounds gentle and beautiful. Whose is that old man with white hair?

The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.

My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off the lotus just picked.

3. Wandering songs

Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

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A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand.

Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?

4. Looking at the bright moon, thinking about it/looking back at it.

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

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A bright moon rises in the vast sea, and now you and I are facing each other at the ends of the earth.

All living beings hate the long moonlight and miss their loved ones all night.

Put out the candles and cherish the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes, feeling the cold at night.

I can't give you beautiful moonlight, I just hope to meet you in my sleep.

Step 5 get home at the end of the year

Qing Dynasty: Jiang Shiquan

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.

Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.

If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.

I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

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There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time.

The stitches for sewing the cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink on the family letter are as new as new.

Seeing that my son has lost weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey.

Mom, my son has always been ashamed of you. He won't have the heart to tell the story of his wandering.

5. Ancient poems about happiness

1, crossing the old village

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

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.

Open the window to face 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. Cao's "Although Returning to Life"

The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky, but also in the happiness of raising happiness, which can last forever.

I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.

Vernacular interpretation: the length of human life is not only determined by heaven; Take care of your body and mind, and you will live longer.

Very lucky. Use singing to express your thoughts and feelings.

3. Tang Meng Haoran's "Dayu Temple Gong Yi Zen Room"

The righteous practice Zen silence and become attached to the empty forest. The outdoor scenery is beautiful, and the front of the steps is deep.

The setting sun shines on the rain, and the sky is gray and overcast. Look at the lotus and you will know that you are not stained.

Interpretation of Vernacular Language: Gong Yi meditates in Dayu Temple, and the meditation room is next to the empty mountain forest. Out of the window, I saw the lonely peak standing on the wall, and the valley in front of the steps was deep.

As soon as the rain stopped, the sun set and the garden was green and shady. Seeing that the lotus leaves the sludge, but it is still clean, we can know Gong Yi's spotless mood.

4, set the storm, aim at the smoke and yearn for seclusion

Five Dynasties: Li Xun

Huadao is the companion of neighboring seagulls, deep in the sea. I haven't seen anyone in this city for years. I have a subtle purpose, I hope it is easy, and I am secretly happy. He Yihui takes away the fine dust.

Being close to Huadao and keeping company with the free-flying gulls, the wealthy businessmen who haven't seen the pursuit of wealth for many years have already entered the realm of forgetting both things and me. Why don't I secretly celebrate my choice of this high-flying seclusion?

5. I am in the retreat of Wei in Zhongnanshan.

After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years. Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.

At the end of this line, then sit and watch the rising clouds. Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

Vernacular interpretation: people have a heart in middle age and move to the foot of Nanshan in their later years. When I am in a good mood, I wander alone, only I know.

Take a leisurely stroll outside the water, sit down and look up at the fluttering of white clouds. Occasionally I meet an old man in the forest and forget to return with a smile.