1. Beautiful verses about March

2. Beautiful verses about March

Beautiful verses about March 1. About March 3 Beautiful Emotional Poems

In this beautiful spring, there are always some touching feelings, gradually overflowing and spreading quietly, and there is an invisible abyss hidden in the heart. This season is suitable for expressing emotions. I want to write many, many love poems. I hope that every word and every sentence can be written by you.

Although everything in the world is not you, I long to see your shadow everywhere when I open my eyes. Did you see it? Wherever the breeze passes, elegant and light petals fly gently, as if the tenderness deep in my heart can turn into smiles one by one in an instant, as beautiful as those flowers.

Memory is a necessary life process. I stop and go in memory, and pure reincarnation must go through years and years. Countless assumptions about spring, and various imaginations about you, bloom in the depths of this spring, spreading over the grass, spreading over the sea of ????heart, spreading through this passionate season, like a graceful poem, hiding in the bottom of my heart.

I am waiting in my heart of poetry to become a butterfly, as if those delicate flower stamens have only the last petal left, as lonely as me. When spring begins to sing, people are intoxicated by the singing. The beautiful Nujiang Grand Canyon, with countless beautiful mountains and rivers, high mountains and flowing water, follows my thoughts, twists and turns in the thousands of thoughts, allowing me to be free. Lyrical.

The warm breath of March always evokes some uneasy emotions, making my thoughts begin to overflow inexplicably, and freeze into a page of peach blossom poems filled with fragrance. What I hate the most is that your figure and breath enter the dream so completely and clearly.

I remember you once told me that even if I wither into a chrysanthemum, you will love me well and let your heart be intoxicated with love, and you will cherish this hard-won fate. Now, the night is dark, I gently comb through three thousand emotions, carrying my graceful thoughts, along with the passing time, recalling the romance and beauty of the encounter between you and me.

The lights in the city are still bright, and the light that warms your dreams is already asleep. Normally, I always like to keep you in my heart. Now, let me hang you in the sky. I want your The eyes are as bright as the blinking stars, as naughty and cute, as if you are watching me fall asleep quietly. Did you know? I can't stop the spring scenery all over the mountains and fields, and I can't stop the river in my heart, so that all the moist breathing stops in the darkness, just like I can't stop myself from thinking about you.

Look, how beautiful the peach blossoms are. After the surprise, the flush in the corners of the eyes has not faded. Tonight, let me write a beautiful and affectionate love poem, and let me be intoxicated in this poem full of longing, just like I was intoxicated in your eyes.

Don’t complain, your vow has become the most gorgeous dream in my life. No matter how they pass through the wind and rain of the years, I can only let my thoughts be silent and let the years settle.

I know that even if I try my best, I will not be able to follow. It is your back that is getting farther and farther away, and it will only become a sad scenery in my heart.

At this moment, there is wind, and my heart aches slightly. The feelings caused by loneliness always come too quickly. Before the slanting wind and drizzle wet our eyes, and while the moonlight is as white as silver tonight, let the watery night extend indefinitely, so that we can remember each other firmly.

2012.03.21 Missing Spring in March Mei Lin’s emotional monologue prose poem March 2013, early spring. Plum Grove Garden.

At the age of 26, I am like fog, rain and wind. Gently, gently approach a collection of poems that express your beauty as if you were a beautiful woman in the south of the Yangtze River.

The rain came dripping down, making the streamer wet. At this time, I am Xu Xian, an official with a green shirt like ink, reciting poems and painting on the West Lake. After the spring, I approached the broken bridge by the West Lake where you gave me an oil-paper umbrella.

The flowers are blooming extremely enchantingly, with a gentle fragrance swirling around, and poetic feelings and undercurrents. When I look back in green clothes, the water of your West Lake has intoxicated me with my lifelong longing.

In this way, I hide my deep feelings in this life and the next, silently searching for them in the words, with the vicissitudes of life passing by, I can see you through! ? Like illusion, like dream, and like yarn. Softly, softly, in the mist of the mirror, a pool of soft spring river water rises. We can see that you are the weak white lady in your white clothes. The fragrance of tea is coming, floating in the air.

At this time, spring is full of spring, blue sea and sunny sky. I really want you to be in your most charming posture, whispering poetic and gentle words in my ear.

There are layers of endless tenderness in the sentences, ripples in the heart, slightly fragrant, willow eyebrows like hooks, clever and beautiful, and I am intoxicated by the fragrance of the sudden encounter. ? When you come, the wind chimes under my maple tree will shake a line of poetry for you.

Every word is filled with intoxicating expectations. It is the wind whisper condensed in the heart. You can listen to it if you stand in the wind.

The sleepy eyebrows and the plum garden song that wakes you up in spring will never make you cry until the world despairs again. The charm of my words is strong.

Those stories of our millennia began to extend in one love.

Please stretch out your hands that fill my heart with tenderness and sweetness, hold the coolness of our lives for all our lives, and never let go.

? I wish I was so close and so far away, we would just sit by the window and spend a lifetime together. If I could transform into a twinkling star and stay with you every night, as long as you don’t cry and no longer feel lonely, even if you ask me to imitate Wu Gang and cut down the jade tree that will never break, as long as you laugh, I will I am willing to use the only strength in my life to warm your heart.

? You have given me three springs of happiness for me to look back on, and I want to promise you a lifetime of tenderness and affection. You have been my wife for three years, and I am willing to be your husband for the rest of my life.

You used three years of sweet words to create your lingering moon song in my heart. I really hope to hear your breath without distance every night. I close my eyes again tonight. Close your eyes and listen carefully to your gurgling sad melody. The longing that makes my heart feel like water is like a sandalwood umbrella from the south of the Yangtze River. I live under the umbrella, green and green, and sing softly for you.

Under the window of Meilinxuan, there is the sound of my flute, just for you. I play a song of drunken flowers and fill my eyes with tears. ? You once used the language of flowers to bring everything to life. The love you gave me. I deeply, deeply remember that every word you ever said was your lips whispering in my ear like the wind. The gentle smile you gave me thousands of times at that time has already warmed my heart.

You give me a fixed look, and my heart is already filled with joy. Your touching touch of shyness falls into my heart.

2. What are some beautiful sentences about spring in March?

Beautiful sentences describing spring in March are as follows: 1. It is the time when peach blossoms are blooming. , the snow came quietly, starting with little stars, scattered, and after a while, the snow flakes became bigger, denser, and flying all over the sky.

The snow in front of us is clear and translucent, with moisture, and it is also a companion of the March spring breeze, fluttering and blowing, looking relaxed and natural. 2. March is like a song, and everything sings together.

The south wind warms the window, and the cherry trees are in bloom, just like butterflies dancing, as bright as clouds; magnolias are blooming, the goddess scatters flowers, and the trees are covered with snow, like cotton; The branches are hung with gold; the bustling scene is all about spring blooming. 3. Spring is a poetic and picturesque season, a season full of vitality.

Spring brings warmth to us and vitality to the earth. In this spring season, nature has also begun their spring symphony.

3. Verses containing the months from January to December

We worship together in January, so don’t go to Zhongqiao too early.

---Bai Juyi's "Come out early and give it to Huangfu's guests" Spring water blooms on the night of February 6th, and the small beach in front of the door is almost flat. ---Du Fu's "Two Wonders Born of Spring Water" In March, Ba Lingchun is old, and old friends can't bear to get drunk when they meet.

---Cen Shen's "Happy Han Zun Xiangguo" The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. ---Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple" It snows in the mountains in May, but it is cold without flowers.

--- Li Bai's "Six Songs under the Sea" Part 1 The volcano should be even hotter in June, and there will be no pedestrians at the Chiting crossing. ---Cen Shen's "Sending Deputy Li to the Imperial Army in Qixi" July 6th was bitterly hot, and I couldn't eat even a short meal.

--- Du Fu's "Early Autumn is bitter and hot, but piles of cases are still piled up" August Lake is peaceful, but the emptiness is mixed with the clear. ---Meng Haoran's "Looking at Dongting Lake as a Gift to Prime Minister Zhang" Poor night of the third day of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow.

---Bai Juyi's "Ode to the Dusk River" The weather in the south of the Yangtze River is good in October, and the poor winter scenery is like spring. ---Bai Juyi's "Early Winter" It's mid-to-late November, and people are traveling three thousand miles away.

---Bai Juyi's "Winter Solstice Stay in Yangmei Pavilion" In the cold December of Chu, the goshawk has eight or nine hairs. ---Gao Shi's "Seeing Xue Dajuying's Works".

4. About "March"

In a people's country, there is also a pivot, which is virtue.

- Mendes Dove people cannot live like animals and should pursue knowledge and virtue. ——Dante Do not do evil because it is small, and do not do good because it is small.

Only the virtuous and virtuous can obey others. . ——Liu Bei is not afraid of disrespecting his position, but is afraid of disrespecting his virtues; he is not ashamed of not being a good partner, but he is ashamed of not being knowledgeable.

——Li Baixin feels at ease when doing a good deed; when doing a bad deed, he feels guilty. It is the most valuable revolutionary quality. ——Zhou Enlai The most sad thing for a person is the death of conscience

——Guo Moruo Shyness is an emotion of fear or fear of humiliation, which can prevent people from committing crimes. Certain despicable acts. — Spinoza should be zealously committed to acting morally, and not to talking morally.

— Democritus The feeling has a great inspiring power. It is an important prerequisite for all moral behavior. - Kailov Without great character, there will be no great people, not even great artists or great actors.

- Romain Rolland. It is higher than the heart, and thoughts are more reliable than emotions.

——Gorky Communistism is not only manifested in the fields and sweaty factories, it is also manifested in families, around the dinner table, among relatives, and in mutual relationships.

——Mayakovsky The reason why virtuous people are virtuous is that they are not tempted enough; this is not because their lives are monotonous and rigid, or because they are single-mindedly pursuing a goal. No time to look around. ——Duncan Human beings have been given a job, which is spiritual growth.

——Leo Tolstoy People should be wise in wisdom, morally innocent, and physically clean. ——Chekhov Conscience is determined by a person’s knowledge and entire lifestyle.

——Marx A law-abiding and conscientious person will not steal even if there is an urgent need. However, even if he gives a million gold dollars to a thief, there is no way to expect him to stop stealing from now on. . ——Krylov The spiritual moral power exerts its potential and raises its flag, so that our patriotic enthusiasm and sense of justice have to exert their power and role in reality.

——Hegel Teach "virtue" to your children: it is virtue, not money, that makes people happy. This is my experience.

What supported me in times of trouble was morality, and what kept me from committing suicide was not only art but also morality. ——Beethoven If morals deteriorate, taste will inevitably deteriorate.

—— Diderot I would like to prove that anyone who behaves kindly and noblely will be able to withstand hardships. ——Beethoven Ornament is also incompatible with virtue, because virtue is the strength and vitality of the soul.

——Rousseau I am convinced that only a moral citizen can pay an acceptable salute to his motherland. ——Rousseau.

5. Among the 300 ancient poems, there are ancient poems about the moon

1. The bright moon shines brightly at night, and the bright moon shines brightly at night, prompting the weaving to sing on the east wall.

Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, how can all the stars align. White dew touches the weeds, and the seasons suddenly change.

The autumn cicadas chirp among the trees, and the black birds pass away peacefully. In the past, I and my fellow disciples held high and vibrated the six feathers.

If you don’t want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic. There is a fight in the south and the north, and the oxen is not yoked.

What good is a false reputation if there is no solid foundation for good deeds? 2. Tingyue Poem: Tingyue Tower is connected to Taiqing, and Tingyue Tower is the most distinct. The sky is buzzing, the ice is spinning, the medicine is being pounded, the jade pestle is clanging.

The sound of music played in Guanghan is thin, and the axe, dangui and osmanthus jingle. Occasionally, a gust of fragrant wind blew up, blowing away Chang'e's laughter.

3. How bright is the bright moon? How bright is the bright moon? It shines on my bed curtains. I can't sleep due to sadness, so I pick up my clothes and wander around.

Although it is a pleasant trip, it is better to return home early. When I go out and feel alone, who should I complain to for my worries? The leader returned to the room and shed tears on his clothes.

4. Song of Resentment The newly cracked Qiwansu is as fresh and clean as frost and snow. Cut it into an acacia fan, which looks like a bright moon.

Going in and out of your arms, shaking in the breeze. I am often afraid that when autumn comes, the coolness will overtake the heat.

Abandoning the donation basket, there is no end to the kindness. Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night (Wang Jian) ??The white trees in the courtyard have crows roosting on them, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.

Tonight the moon is bright as far as the eye can see, and I don’t know who is missing my autumn thoughts. Guan Shan Yue (Li Bai) The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.

The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass. The Han descended on the white road, and the Hu peered into the Qinghai Bay.

Origin of the battlefield, no one returned. The garrisonmen looked at the border towns with sad faces as they thought about returning home.

The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh. Drinking alone under the moon (Li Bai) A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.

Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.

For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.

They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.

Night Thoughts (Li Bai) There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.

Moonlight Night (Liu Fangping) The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is tilted to the south. Tonight, I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.

Chang'e (Li Shangyin) The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, the long river is gradually setting and the dawn stars are sinking. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.

The Moon on the Night of August 15th (Du Fu, Tang Dynasty) The full moon flies into the bright mirror, returning to the heart to fold the sword. Turning around and walking far away, climbing osmanthus and looking up to the sky.

There is suspicion of frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen on the forest habitat. At this time, looking at the white rabbit, I want to count the hair.

Remembering my brother-in-law on a moonlit night (Du Fu) The garrison drum breaks the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.

Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan (Zhang Jiuling) There is a bright moon on the sea, the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night! When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.

I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night’s sleep. Frost Moon (Li Shangyin) I first heard that there are no cicadas in the wild geese, and the water reaches the sky a hundred feet high.

The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.

There is a pregnant woman under the moon in the autumn night (Meng Haoran) The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened by the dew.

The startled magpie has not yet settled down, and the flying firefly rolls in behind the curtain. The cold shadows of the locust tree in the courtyard are sparse, and the neighbor's pestle sounds urgently at night.

How long is the good time! Standing looking at the sky. On the night of August 15th, Playing with the Moon in Taoyuan (Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty) When I see the moon in the dust, my heart feels free, especially in the clear autumn in the fairy mansion.

The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time. There are no clouds in the blue sky, and there is no wind, and there are pines growing on the mountains and water flowing down from the mountains.

Taking a leisurely look at the group of animals, the sky is thousands of miles apart. The young master led me to the jade altar, and I invited the true immortal official from afar.

The clouds are about to move, and the stars are moving, and Tianle makes a sound that makes his muscles and bones feel cold. The golden clouds and clouds gradually move eastward, and the shadows of the wheel are still seen frequently.

Beautiful scenery and good times are hard to come by again, so he should feel melancholy on this day. Mid-Autumn Moon (Yan Shu) Ten rounds of frost shadows turn around the courtyard. This evening, people are alone in the corner. Su'e may not be without regrets. The jade toad is cold and the osmanthus is alone. Mid-Autumn Moon (Su Shi) The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with the cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.

This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year? Looking at the Moon in Huanting Pavilion on the Night of August 15th (Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty) On the night of August 15th of that year, I was by the apricot garden by the Qujiang Pool.

On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu. Where is the hometown to the northwest? How many times is the moon full to the southeast?

Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years. Waiting for the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival (Lu Guimeng) The lack of frost has turned to late and the good wind has turned like a farewell curtain. The tree is leaning and the love is infinite. The candles are dark and the fragrance is lingering. I sit without saying goodbye. I love the Sheng tune. I hear the music in the north. I am gradually seeing the stars. I am missing the southern Ji. Who is the school? Coolness and lust. On the night of the 15th day of the eighth lunar month in Tianzhu Temple (Tangpi day off), a jade stone falls under the moon wheel, and a new one is found in front of the temple.

So far, there is no such thing as heaven, it should be thrown to people by Chang'e. Song Su Shi's "Seeing the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival and Ziyou" The bright moon is not high in the mountains, and the auspicious light is thousands of feet long.

Before the cup is full, silver surges out, and chaotic clouds break away like crashing waves. Whoever washes his eyes for God should use thousands of dendrobium waters from the Ming River.

So I looked coldly at the people in the world, and I couldn't bear to look at it. The sparks in the southwest are like projectiles, and the horns and tails are bright and clear, like dragons and dragons.

Tonight I can't see anything, but the fireflies are fighting to clear the cold. Whose boat was in Bian yesterday? Thousands of lights made fish and dragons change at night.

Chase the waves carelessly through twists and turns, go to the festival with a low head and follow the song board. The green light disappears before turning around the mountain, and the waves and winds will not be strong again.

The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse. When you come back to drink, you will pay more attention to it. The moonlight in front of the hall is getting clearer and clearer, and the throat is cold and the grass is dew.

No one is around when the roller blinds are pushed open. Only Old Chu is mute under the window. Don't be ashamed of poverty in Nandu. There are several people who write poems about the moon.

The personnel affairs of the Ming Dynasty follow the sunrise, and suddenly I have a dream of a guest from Yaotai. Climbing a tower to look at the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival (Song Dynasty Mi Fu) My eyes are so poor that the Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights nurture the treasures of clams.

If there is no moon door in the sky, the cassia branches will support the westward wheel. Nizhuang Mid-Autumn Festival (Yuan Haowen) The days are too thin and the clothes are narrow. The autumn is already cold. The children are walking together and recalling the journey. Little did they know that it is difficult to dew the air. The sound of the hut, the sound of the stream, the rocky beach, the night in the mountains, the moon has come to dawn, and I have never watched Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" C. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, when I was drunk and drunk, I wrote this article, and when did the bright moon come to conceive a child? Ask the sky for wine.

I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dance and clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless.

There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.

Su Shi's "Moon over the Xijiang River" I am in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Go to a restaurant to drink and get drunk.

I rode the moon to a bridge over a stream, untied my saddle and bent my arms, and lay down drunk for a little rest. It's already known.

The mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be otherworldly. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.

The light waves in the wild are shining, and the sky is faintly visible across the sky. The barrier of mud has not been resolved, and the arrogance of jade is not solved. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass.

It’s a pity that a stream of wind and moon cannot teach Qiong Yao to be crushed. Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.

Qiu Yeyue gathered and dispersed at the beginning. Then he called her, and there was no reason to meet her face again.

In recent days, there will be a feast again unexpectedly. In front of the Lord, in his spare time, he frowned and sighed.

It stirs up old sorrows endlessly. ".

Beautiful verses about March 1. Poems, poems and prose about March

Li He’s poem March

The eastern wind is full of spring, the flower city Liu Anchou kills people.

In the deep hall of the complex palace, the bamboo wind blows, and the new green dance is as pure as water.

The light and wind spread for more than a hundred miles, and the warm mist drove the clouds to the sky and the earth.

The palace prostitutes in military uniforms sweep moths lightly, waving banners and holding the city warm.

The fragrance of the meandering water has gone away, and the pear blossoms have fallen into an autumn garden

Send Meng Haoran to Guangling

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Old friend Xi Farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, fireworks descended on Yangzhou in March.

The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.

Spring Hope

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.

I shed tears when I am grateful for the flowers, and I am frightened when I hate others.

The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.

The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming.

Dielianhua

Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu

How deep is the courtyard? The willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are countless.

The jade-carved saddle is in the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road.

It’s rainy and windy at the end of March, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.

With tears in her eyes, she asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.

Magnolia

Song Dynasty Yan Shu

Green poplars and fragrant grass pavilion road, young people are easy to go.

There is a lingering dream at the top of the building, and there is a March rain at the bottom of the flower.

Ruthlessness is not as painful as passion, an inch is like thousands of strands.

When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love.

Sending Spring

Wang Ling of the Song Dynasty

In March, the remaining flowers have fallen and bloomed more, and swallows are flying from the small eaves every day.

Zigui still cries for blood in the middle of the night, not believing that the east wind will not call him back.

2. Beautiful three-character words

1. Miss Cang Yan

2. Broken Qingsi

3. Leng Yue Soul

4. Cold moon

5. Wet red makeup

6. Glazed moon

7. Smoky moon

8. Accompanying the purple road

9. The wind blows away

10. Drunk from the dead

11. Falling spring mud

12. Shaohua withered

13. Silence in cold clothes

14. Reminiscences of pure purity

15. Liangxiao companion

16. The remaining sound continues< /p>

17. The Wutong Falls

18. The Song of Sheng

19. Tears of Farewell

20. Reminiscences

21. Half Garden Fragrance

22. Twilight Astringent

23. Cold lamp goes out

24. If we are separated

3 .About "March"

In a people's country, there must be a driving force, and this is virtue.

——Montesquieu cannot live like an animal, Knowledge and virtue should be pursued. ——Dante Do not do evil because it is small, and do not do good because it is small

Only the virtuous and virtuous can obey others. ——Liu Bei does not suffer from his position. If you are not respectful, you will be disrespectful of virtue; if you are not shameful, you will not be a partner, but if you are not knowledgeable, you will be ashamed of wisdom. Be calm in your heart; you will feel sorry for doing something evil.

——The most precious revolutionary quality is to be able to penetrate the mud without being stained and not to be corroded by the sugar-coated bullets of the bourgeoisie. ——Zhou Enlai The most sad thing for a person is the death of conscience

——Guo Moruo Shyness is the emotion of fear or fear of humiliation, which can prevent people from committing certain despicable behaviors. Spinoza should be zealously committed to acting morally rather than talking about morality.

——Democritus Emotion has great inspiring power and is therefore an important prerequisite for all moral behavior. ——Kelov Without great character, there would be no great people, not even great artists or great actors.

——Romain Rolland Reason is higher than the heart, and thought is higher than the mind. Emotions are reliable. ——Gorky Communism is not only manifested in the fields and sweaty factories, it is also manifested in families, around the dinner table, among relatives, and in mutual relationships.

——Mayakovsky The reason why virtuous people are virtuous is that they are not tempted enough; this is either because their lives are monotonous and rigid, or because they are focused on one goal and have no time to look around. ——Duncan Human beings have been given a job, which is spiritual growth.

——Leo Tolstoy People should be wise in wisdom, morally innocent, and physically clean. ——Chekhov Conscience is determined by a person’s knowledge and entire lifestyle.

——Marx A law-abiding and conscientious person will not steal even if there is an urgent need. However, even if he gives a million gold dollars to a thief, there is no way to expect him to stop stealing from now on. . ——Krylov The spiritual moral power exerts its potential and raises its flag, so that our patriotic enthusiasm and sense of justice have to exert their power and role in reality.

——Hegel Teach "virtue" to your children: it is virtue, not money, that makes people happy. This is my experience.

What supported me in times of trouble was morality, and what kept me from committing suicide was not only art but also morality. ——Beethoven If morals deteriorate, taste will inevitably deteriorate.

—— Diderot I would like to prove that anyone who behaves kindly and noblely will be able to withstand hardships. ——Beethoven Ornament is also incompatible with virtue, because virtue is the strength and vitality of the soul.

——Rousseau I am convinced that only a moral citizen can pay an acceptable salute to his motherland.

——Rousseau.

4. Looking for beautiful ancient poems, such as "Life is just like March flowers, I will miss you all my life", Yue

Just looking back at you makes me miss you. Morning and evening. ---"Han Yuefu"

There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don't know it. ---"Song of the Yue People"

The relationship between life and death is broad, as told by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together. ---"The Book of Songs*Bei Feng"

If you don't think about it, don't reach it far away. A good woman is far away from her parents and brothers. ---"The Book of Songs*Wei Feng"

Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing to meet again when she was not married. ---Zhang Ji's "Yan of a Chaste Woman"

The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it. ---Zhang Xian's "Qianqiu Sui"

Ask the world what love is. It's called life and death. ---Yuan Haowen's "Touching the Fish"

Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, life is only about love. ---Wen Tingshi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"

Don't live your life as a lover and a lover. There is no place in the world for lovesickness. ---Kuang Zhouyi's "Huanxi Sand"

May I be like a star like the moon, and the light will shine brightly every night. ---Fan Chengda's "Che Yaoyao Chapter"

People looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, the man was there, in a dimly lit place. ---Xin Qiji's "The Sapphire Case"

There are thousands of hatreds in the past and present, only separation and separation are joys and sorrows. ---Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky"

The soul of a dark country, chasing the thoughts of the journey, unless I leave every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness. ---Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe"

"Poppy" Nalan Xingde

We meet again in the depths of Qulan, and we tremble with tears.

The last two parts are desolate, and the most overwhelming thing is the moonlight.

I have slept alone for half my life, and the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood.

What is the most fascinating thing in my memory? The first trick is to draw a skirt.

The leaves are yellow and the flowers are fading.

The flowing water and the quiet mountains, the dark shadows follow the heartbreak.

The car and the river are low, and the sound of insects makes people sleepless.

The lamp shadow is dim and the bead curtain hangs down.

The weak water flows eastward, and the lovesickness gradually turns to ashes.

Wuliangjiu is so drunk that it’s hard to enjoy it, and the shadow of the dream is still with me.

A ray of wind, a ray of sorrow.

Wild herons roost quietly in the trees, and fish hide in the cold water.

There is no river maple to reflect the fishing fire, but I can hear the heartbreaking music of the village flute.

Xiaoyuan is quiet, missing reminders.

The moon is fading, the shadows of the trees are chaotic, and the sound of the water in the distance from the shore is faint.

The autumn wind blows away the flowers and makes them shed tears, and wait for the winter to make your heart drunk with the snow.

The sky is about to dawn, but I haven’t thought about it anymore.

The autumn wind is thin and the shadows of flowers are thin, and the flowing water is messy with the grass on the bank.

When we met, I refused to smile lightly, but sighed at the black hair and young flowers.