Expressing ideal ancient poems

An old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles (Cao's "Turtle is Long")

One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea. (Don Li Bai is hard to go)

At the extreme, the other mountains are dwarfed under the sky ... (Tang Du Fu's "Looking at Yue")

Why don't men take Wu Gou and accept 50 states in Guanshan? (Don Lihe's South Garden)

Don't be afraid of clouds covering your eyes, just because you are at the top. (Wang Song Anshi "Dengfeifeng")

May all beings be full and lie in the sun. (Song Ligang's Sick Cow)

I hope all people are warm and work hard to get out of the mountains. (Ming Yuqian's Ode to Coal)

Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. (Qing Gong Zizhen's "Jihai Miscellaneous Work")

If you are selfish, your country will survive. Why should every cloud has a silver lining avoid it? (Lin Qingzexu, "Going to the Garrison to Show the Family")

A cavity of blood is hard-working and precious, and it can turn into a blue peach when spilled. (Modern Qiu Jin's Drinking) The full text of the spring water of the star-the star (1)

Author bing Xin

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The stars shine—

Shenlan space

Have you heard their conversation?

voicelessly

In the twilight

They praised each other deeply.

two

Childhood!

This is a fact in the dream.

This is a real dream.

Think of it with a tearful smile.

three

The trembling of thousands of hectares of land—

The dark edge of the island

The moon has risen.

the origin of life

Land of the dead!

four

The younger brother comes first!

Three bright and happy stars in my soul

mild

There is nothing to say.

Children in the soul!

five

dark

How to draw it deep?

Deep in the soul

The depths of the universe

A resting place in bright light

six

mirror

According to the opposite side

The opposite feels unnatural.

Why don't you turn it over?

seven

Stay awake

Only lonely and angry people!

Gong listening to fortune telling

Break the fate of the world

eight

The residual flowers are attached to the branches.

The bird flew away.

Scattered all over the floor—

Is life just a glimpse?

nine

Dreams are the most deceptive!

clear

Honesty and integrity

I told you.

Secrets and worries in your soul

ideal

It is definitely not the kind of beauty source in the picture.

The degenerate product of boring times,

High-heeled leather shoes, castanets on fingers,

Can satisfy a heart like me.

I gave it back to Gavagni, a poet suffering from chlorosis.

The beautiful women in his hospital, the noisy crowd,

Because among these pale roses,

Nobody likes my red ideal.

This heart is as deep as a ravine, Lady Macbeth,

What it needs is you, evil soul,

Aeschylus' dream blooms in the wind,

Or the great night, Michelangelo's daughter,

Frankly speaking, you made a strange gesture,

That charm suits Titan's taste.

peony

No ideal person is a plant, which grows in spring and turns yellow in autumn. It can't sum up life, nor can it give people hope in the face of despair. No ideal person is like running water, why can't you hear it sing? It turned out that it was gradually silted up for real sediment and turned into a dirty pond. A man without an ideal is like an empty house without a master. It closes the doors and windows tightly, the walls of life are full of dust, knocking at the door outside, and there is no sound inside. Then open it, and life is crying: let an elf invade his heart from an evil distance and torture him enough, because he has seen the heaven on earth.

Ideal is a maze, according to its logic, you can't reach your destination. Oh, ideal, what a wonderful feeling, but when it flows into the ice cave of reality, you will see the wasteland in the north and ruin your rich heart. "I am the most reasonable idea, I am built on solid soil", but the reality is insidious quicksand, which only muddy feet can pass through. "I give a person. Then follow her, like chasing a jack-o'-lantern.

Ideal-dedicated to people with ideals all over the world.

Some people say that ideals are utopian dreams.

Some people say that ideals are the deception of schemers.

Some people say: Ideal is mental madness.

Some people say that ideals are the shield and sword of losers.

I want to say: you have become a godless wanderer.

I want to say: you have become a small wooden sail floating around.

I want to say: you have become a dissolute man.

I want to say: you have become a self-prisoner on the decadent stage.

Ideal: I need diligent people to keep irrigation.

Ideal: I need the test of frustration will.

Ideal: I need the fearless courage of the wearer.

Ideally, I need calm people to be patient.

God said: Ideal is everyone's crown.

God said: Ideal is everyone's file.

God said: Ideal is everyone's spaceship.

God said: Ideal is everyone's temple.

The Ideal Sunshine of Ice Rain's Modern Poems

The ideal sunshine and water are as charming as a transparent body.

Start with a book and a casual look.

And a bizarre story, obscure and unknown reasons.

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When the snow melts, the songs of birds in the sky will not stop.

The clear spring on the other side of the mountain is still a touch of youth.

It responds to the call of human mind with green water.

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The ideal sunlight is reflected by water and water body.

Then the perception of handstand and graphics are connected like stories.

Another story continues, forming a person's body and world.

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When the desert retreats, let the condensed clouds and unprovoked feelings drift away with the wind.

Let the fearless spirits of the earth play a sacred and lasting movement.

Let the acacia and enlightenment that go deep into fate point straight ahead.

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The ideal sunshine is hidden in the blue and profound meaning of water.

It goes from far to near, from near to far.

Nonsense close to truth and illusion, and greed of dreams and conscience

Moved by forgotten or ignorant eyes again and again.

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All those love words must also be brought by ideals.

About life's perception of sunlight, thoughts lurking in the soul

Like this spring, what should we do with the old saying?

Touching and reading with the hand of the soul can make that lasting emotion

Plain confusion passes through the dreamland of clouds, and then it suddenly becomes clear.