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1, the beauty of Wu Da is beyond words. Author: The nameless stands at the intersection where glitz finally falls, and the night is immersed in the lonely archway.
The words "learning to be excellent is to be an official, and Wu Liguo" are still vigorous and powerful, but the vigorous voice of that year has already choked. The beauty of Wu Da is an unspeakable injury.
The beauty of Wu Da is a kind of silence. Like green grass, the kite in the old man's hand flew safely.
Like the spring breeze, she wrinkled the whole dazzling afternoon. I wrote a difficult article with branches in Jianhu, with bright moon flowers covered with cherry top glass and weak sunlight scattered by octagonal patio.
The beauty of Wu Da is such a wound. Only by going deep into the depths can we understand her poems.
Or a flock of birds loitering around the color barrier of Luojia in autumn, or a butterfly moored in a water lily blooming pavilion, or a person strolling on the lover's slope with blooming cherry blossoms, but you are not by my side. The most beautiful moment of Wu Da is a daydream. When ginkgo trees are all over the ground, phoenix trees are rendered golden by the west wind, when snowflakes float lightly, the old paintings are light and dignified, and when there is no one at night, cherry blossoms are dancing under the dim street lights. It was a sleepy morning, and I accidentally met a person's hesitation after the iris was full of slopes; The beauty of Wu Da is a lonely injury that no one understands.
It will not bloom under the gorgeous cherry blossoms woven by tourists, but when everything is intoxicated by the breeze, she falls down with a smile and is lost all the way. Outside Ling Bo in the dead of winter, the East Lake is locked by snow, and the flowers are floating in the plum garden in early spring.
Early in the morning, leaning against the fence, I saw thousands of waterfowl take off with the rising sun and go to Moshan. Sitting on the floor in the middle of the night, lying and watching Penny Weaver cross the river at the Olympic Games.
The beauty of Wu Da permeates every inch of Luo Jia's land. The beauty of Wu Da is a stroke full of historical blood.
Draw a dead step, leading to the front. Whose figure is riding a donkey and whose figure is planting trees.
Whose cry is struggle, and whose glory is reform. Sages are called by hoarse voices weathered by years, and the beauty of Wu Da is Hongyi and self-improvement.
The beauty of Wu Da is Hongyi, who strives for self-improvement. What left us was only a faint injury.
I hope Luojiashan still has an unyielding backbone, and the water in East Lake still has romantic tenderness. I wanted to talk to someone, but you left long ago. The beauty of Wu Da is an unspeakable injury.
2. Wuhan Hung-chien, Feng. The heroic deeds of the Han family made Wu Da meritorious.
The transformation of group elements makes the country prosperous. Including the four seas, knowing the eight winds.
Chongming included, education is in progress. The Fang family is salty and fragrant, and the order is yes.
The former is hongyi mingcheng, but it is different; Today, strive for self-improvement and truth, and believe in the same. Looking back on the past, participating in the present, opening in Cathay Pacific; Tao Fengdun teaches and strives for self-improvement.
Thinking about the beginning of school, Zhao opened; Melt the water in East Lake and make soup. Believe in goodness for a hundred years, many scholars allow it.
Brilliant humanity means hiding. Chong, that.
Honor is a stone, and industry is fragrant. If Kun Peng is right, it is unpredictable.
It will be very successful, and the recommendation is a one-stop train. Take the sages as examples and learn from them.
So I came to the flower path and wavered. Welcome Dai Shan and break Zhu Yan.
Water is green because of mountains, and mountains are fresher because of water. He Ruyuan Ming, the wish to hide Nanshan; For Bo Lake, he did not hesitate to sleep under the flowers.
Sincere scenery, Yu Xiu, Zhong Ling; Believe in the goodness of Gan Kun and make outstanding achievements. Walk on the mountain and make wings; Deyin struggled for a while and finally did it.
The glory of East Lake should be nourished; Wu da's strength is assured. If you are in the forest and smell the waves, you will see green.
The air is faint and fragrant, and the fragrance of autumn cinnamon hits Yingying; In Dani, Xia San, spring cherry blossoms are flourishing. Lin Zan, a temple, ranks above the balcony.
Chinese and foreign colorful, ancient and modern salty. Faith can be angry and light, and inner ecstasy.
Peng Zhi is in the sky, with thick soil in Jingchu. Building a wooden beam can be achieved in ten years; It takes a hundred years for a talented person to govern the country.
Wind's strategy is to use glue; The prosperity of Honghua is related to the country. Yao Xian studied textual research phonetics, while Meng Shi became interested in aesthetics.
From reason to text, in prosperity; Teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, casting with pottery. Yes, the industry is fine, can you be lazy?
Qi Xin and scramble for ge. The sea reached the boundless shore, that is, the sky, and the mountain climbed to the top for me.
Is it effective for sparrows to stop on elms? It's like sneaking into the dragon's nest in Yu Garden. Internal repair of countless categories, the strengths of the sages; Being in a foreign country, exploring the vast sea of learning.
Self-improvement is the music from afar; Seeking innovation, I should seek from top to bottom. It is the spirit of Wu Da.
So Su Menxiao, running water piano. Make a special effort to sing again.
Changfeng is ambitious and Haiyue is open-minded. Reaching is helpful to the world, while learning is Bo Gu.
Those who have virtue keep good words. Long arms, forever engraved on my heart.
Extended data:
Wuhan University, referred to as "Wu Da" for short, is a comprehensive national key university directly under the Ministry of Education and the Central Government of People's Republic of China (PRC). Wuhan University ranks among the national 985 Project, 2 1 1 Engineering and world-class university construction universities (Class A), and has been selected into 20 1 1 Plan,1Plan, Everest Plan, Excellent Doctor Education Training Plan and Excellent Legal Talents Education successively.
At the same time, it is also the National College Students' Innovation and Entrepreneurship Training Plan, the National College Students' Innovation Experiment Plan, the National Postgraduate Program for Building High-level Universities, the National Model University for Deepening Innovation and Entrepreneurship Education Reform, the China Municipal Government Scholarship Receiving Institution for Foreign Students in China, and the first batch of universities authorized by independent degrees. He is a member of the medical "double first-class" construction alliance. Wuhan University can be traced back to 1893, when Zhang Zhidong, Governor of Huguang, founded the School of Self-improvement in Wuchang. After inheritance and evolution, it was named National Wuhan University in 1928, and now it is called 1949.
From 65438 to 0999, the world authoritative journal Science listed Wuhan University as "one of the most outstanding universities in China". In 2000, Wuhan University merged with Wuhan University of Water Resources and Electric Power, Wuhan Technical University of Surveying and Mapping and Hubei Medical University to form the new Wuhan University.
Baidu Encyclopedia-Wuhan University.
2. What are the poems praising Wu Da's Autumn?
1, Night Rain Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
I miss a person, far away from home.
I felt something, and it was deeply rooted in my intestines.
I can't be far away from home, and I don't look forward to it every day.
I can't solve the problem in depth and don't think about it every night.
What's more, I stayed alone in the empty hall this evening.
Autumn is unknown, rain and dust.
If you don't learn Buddhism, you can forget your peace of mind.
2, "Waterfall" Shi Jianwu in Tang Dynasty
Open a green ghost and pour out a thousand springs.
If you cut a grain, the sky will hang in autumn.
3, "Bodhisattva Man Sasha Vujacic Rain" Qing Nalan Xingde
A few rustling leaves are windy and rainy, and it is more bitter to be separated from others. Counting the autumn, the toad puts out the early strings.
Night cold shock, tears falling snuff. Sorrow is everywhere, and the jade piano is light dust.
4, "Guest Night" Tang Du Fu
When the guest sleeps, Qiu refuses to know.
The moon shadow on the roller shutter and the sound of the river on the high pillow.
All thumbs and no food and clothing are friends.
An old lady's book is a test paper, and she should know that she didn't answer it.
5. Zhang's "Two Poems of Autumn Boudoir Thinking" in Tang Dynasty
The blue window leans against the deep moon, and I am worried about listening to cold tears and wet clothes.
I clearly saw Guan Sai in my dream, and I don't know where I went.
There is no cloud in autumn night, and the sound is intermittent.
I want to send an information request. I moved the army outside Juyan.
3. Seek the most beautiful sentence. I like the three quotations books of Wuhan University best.
Time, please go with them.
Please run with me.
I want to start those burdens early.
wind-weed
Moden Wu Bai
Chinese angelica
I heard you laugh.
I was silent at the other end of the phone.
A train ticket, a mother's smile.
I came crying, but you were all smiles.
You left with a smile, and my eyes were hazy.
Why let you accompany me for a lifetime, nurture me for a lifetime, and compensate me for a lifetime?
Cardamom is in love.
Wen de Hu yi mei Qing Bao JIU
Bet you a cup of red plum tea
No matter where you are
I wish you a happy life.
Freedom and happiness are boundless.
I-I think you understand.
I think, you know.
I miss you, I understand.
Send a few words a thousand miles.
have a tearful face
Think about it, everything is born.
Pure hand tour, hope to adopt.
4. Who are the four great poets of Wuhan University?
1: Zhang Zhidong 2. Wen Yiduo's "Song of Seven Sons" He was the dean of the College of Literature of Wuhan University. We no longer call him the old poet, but the old dean.
Throughout the university, the old dean sat on the hillside, with that famous pipe in his mouth, watching our young students write poems. This is also a literary tradition, right? Wu Da is a school that sets up statues for poets.
In the vast Wuhan, only two poets stand in the form of statues, and the other is the stone statue of Qu Yuan in Donghu Park. I thought "ambitiously": Who will the third statue be left to? I must work harder.
Maybe I'm not the only one who has this idea. Poets of that era all had similar ambitions. Many students around me were sworn as poets before Wen Yiduo's bronze statue, such as Chen Yong and Li (who later went to Hainan), such as juniors.
We are all from Langtaoshi Literature Society. There are more than a dozen similar societies in Wuhan University alone, all of which are busy recruiting, holding reading parties and mimeogramming poems.
In the coffee shop in Guiyuan, where we often go, there is a collection of poems by Wang Jiaxin, a graduate alumnus. At that time, Wang Jiaxin was in Poetry Magazine, and we thought that Poetry Magazine in Beijing had something to do with Wu Da. Talking about Wang Jiaxin is like talking about a developed relative. This sense of closeness is understandable.
Maybe now, the new poet of Wu Da talks about me with the same expression. 3. Li, born in June 1967 165438, is from Xiangxiang, Hunan. /kloc-0 graduated from the journalism department of Wuhan University in June, 1989, and founded the "Luojia Poetry School" during the university.
His main works are Grass Roots Collection, Poetry Reader: Thirty-two Poems, Blue Bar, In the Temple of Nature, Disappeared Man, etc. Editor-in-chief of Selected Poems of 2 1 Century, his poems have been selected into dozens of selected books such as university textbooks, and have been translated into English, Korean, Swedish and Serbian for many times. Known as the "natural poet".
He used to be the editor-in-chief of Tianya magazine, and now he is the deputy editor-in-chief of Poetry magazine and a member of the Poetry Committee of the Chinese Writers Association. Under the tree of "the heart has feelings", we talked about our respective ideals. You said you would write a biography for the mountains and a history for the water. You just want to take a photo album of clouds, draw a landscape painting outside the window (occasionally one or two birds are singing) and a sketch of a little girl at home. Of course, she must stand under the papaya tree in the yard. When the country is big, there is room for manoeuvre. You can take it in your hand and slowly ponder what is warm and jade. He is comfortable between this country and you. For a while, it was a family matter. For a time, when the child was at a loss, you were a refreshing agent that he put on his chest. When you have nothing to do, you are a tender feeling in his heart. Evening In the evening, I went out and called out to my old father who was still walking in the Woods after dinner. Night seeps into the darkness bit by bit, like ink spread on rice paper. Every time I shout, the night is pushed away a little, the shouting stops, and the night gathers around again. My voice calling my father echoed in the Woods for a long time and rippled in the wind. Father's promise makes the night appear brighter. Clouds put a white hat on the top of the mountain, and vines twined along the path. I'm worried that some flowers and plants will splash down from the cliff, rush into the sea, do some hooliganism and blow wild flowers everywhere. It also made the cattle, sheep and men who drove lost their way in the mountains ... just idle. Just meditate on Nandu River. I drive to see Nandu River every day. Sometimes I just want to know whether Nandu River in the morning light and Nandu River in the sunset have changed or what is the difference between Nandu River in the misty rain and Nandu River in the moonlight? I will feel better after reading it. 4. The second choice of Cizhou Road is that the water enters Hengbei half shallow and half deep, and the tobacco is hung on the side of the road.
A whip suddenly sounds like a green horse, and ten thousand birds are startled by the snow. Cizhou: Cixian County, formerly known as Cixian County, is the birthplace of Cizhou kiln culture and belongs to Handan City, Hebei Province.
Hengbei: (héng bēi): Changpo. Wang Song Anshi's "Rose III": "The northern mountain loses its green and goes straight to the pond."
Green riding: A horse with a mixture of green and white. When riding a green horse across a stream, the stream flowing over a long slope is shallow and deep.
In the early morning, wisps of smoke were still hanging on the tree-lined trees on the roadside. With a clear whip, thousands of snow-white birds suddenly flew.
Appreciate this is one of the few simple poems by Zhang Zhidong. It is beautifully written, just like an ink painting.
Five mourning rooms: Yilong, selected by Shishi in Luanzhou, was used to keep out the cold, and there was a bunch of clothes left in the basket. Teach children to know family precepts, don't look in the mirror.
Background Zhang Zhidong got married in the winter of the fourth year of Xianfeng (1854). The bride is the daughter of Jiaqing Gui You (18 13) and Xu Shi, the magistrate of Duyun, Guizhou.
Mrs. Shi left Zhang Zhidong a son (right) and a daughter (sandalwood). After marriage, Zhang Zhidong stayed in his father's army.
In the autumn of the fifth year of Xianfeng (1855), Zhang Zhidong took his wife to bid farewell to his father and went to Beijing to try. From then on, the competition for examination room lasted for more than ten years, until the second year of Tongzhi (1863), the first place and the third place, that is, "exploring flowers", were given to Jinshi and.
Awarded the editor of Hanlin Academy. However, in May of the fourth year of Cecilia Yip (1865), Mrs. Jaffa died of Shi's disease in her apartment in the capital.
Zhang Zhidong recalled the hardships and love of this decade, and Shi accompanied him through the most difficult years. Now that he is about to enter the official career, he is waiting to show his ambition and seal the shadow of his wife. Shi actually left, and he couldn't help but burst into tears: the factory Suning Qiangzhou rode a bicycle to the north alone, and the city wind urged the leaves.
The whole family is connected by flesh and blood, and relatives and friends from all corners of the country are half dead. There are still urgent taxes in the mountains of Shu, and there is no rest on the flag river.
When troubles come, I don't sleep, and when I dress, it's frosty. A?vagho?a. Background In the fifth year of Xianfeng (1855), Zhang Zhidong took his wife to say goodbye to his father and went to Beijing via Sichuan and Shaanxi.
Maybe he has experienced more hardships in life. During this trip to the north, Zhang Zhidong didn't see the decline of his fame and fortune, but added some worries about his home country. He entered Sichuan from Guizhou, crossed the river to the north, passed Tongchuan, Jiange and Ningqiang, and entered southern Shaanxi.
A man went to Beijing in a small carriage and passed by the border of Qiang. The border town was full of yellow leaves blown by the autumn wind. In this season of withered trees, it's a shame to miss a family's flesh and blood and wander around, and relatives and friends are half dead in the world.
Every loom in the mountain village is busy running, rushing to complete the urgent task.
5. What are the poems praising Wu Da's Autumn?
1, "Rain at Night" Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty, I miss a person, I am far away from home.
I felt something, and it was deeply rooted in my intestines. I can't be far away from home, and I don't look forward to it every day.
I can't solve the problem in depth and don't think about it every night. What's more, I stayed alone in the empty hall this evening.
Autumn is unknown, rain and dust. If you don't learn Buddhism, you can forget your peace of mind.
2, "Waterfall" In the Tang Dynasty, Shi Jian was in the dark and came out of the spring. If you cut a grain, the sky will hang in autumn.
3, "Bodhisattva Mix A few leaves of wind and rain" In the Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde Mix, a few leaves of wind and rain, was more bitter than others. Counting the autumn, the toad puts out the early strings.
Night cold shock, tears falling snuff. Sorrow is everywhere, and the jade piano is light dust.
4, "Guest Night" Du Fu slept in the Tang Dynasty, and he refused to know in autumn. The moon shadow on the roller shutter and the sound of the river on the high pillow.
All thumbs and no food and clothing are friends. An old lady's book is a test paper, and she should know that she didn't answer it.
5, "Qiu Si's Two Poems" in the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Lan's window is full moon, listening to cold tears and wet clothes. I clearly saw Guan Sai in my dream, and I don't know where I went.
There is no cloud in autumn night, and the sound is intermittent. I want to send an information request. I moved the army outside Juyan.
6. Who are the four great poets of Wuhan University?
1: Zhang Zhidong 2. Wen Yiduo's "Song of Seven Sons" He was the dean of the College of Literature of Wuhan University. We no longer call him the old poet, but the old dean.
Throughout the university, the old dean sat on the hillside, with that famous pipe in his mouth, watching our young students write poems. This is also a literary tradition, right? Wu Da is a school that sets up statues for poets.
In the vast Wuhan, only two poets stand in the form of statues, and the other is the stone statue of Qu Yuan in Donghu Park. I thought "ambitiously": Who will the third statue be left to? I must work harder.
Maybe I'm not the only one who has this idea. Poets of that era all had similar ambitions. Many students around me were sworn as poets before Wen Yiduo's bronze statue, such as Chen Yong and Li (who later went to Hainan), such as juniors.
We are all from Langtaoshi Literature Society. There are more than a dozen similar societies in Wuhan University alone, all of which are busy recruiting, holding reading parties and mimeogramming poems.
In the coffee shop in Guiyuan, where we often go, there is a collection of poems by Wang Jiaxin, a graduate alumnus. At that time, Wang Jiaxin was in Poetry Magazine, and we thought that Poetry Magazine in Beijing had something to do with Wu Da. Talking about Wang Jiaxin is like talking about a developed relative. This sense of closeness is understandable.
Maybe now, the new poet of Wu Da talks about me with the same expression. 3. Li, born in June 1967 165438, is from Xiangxiang, Hunan. /kloc-0 graduated from the journalism department of Wuhan University in June, 1989, and founded the "Luojia Poetry School" during the university.
His main works are Grass Roots Collection, Poetry Reader: Thirty-two Poems, Blue Bar, In the Temple of Nature, Disappeared Man, etc. Editor-in-chief of Selected Poems of 2 1 Century, his poems have been selected into dozens of selected books such as university textbooks, and have been translated into English, Korean, Swedish and Serbian for many times. Known as the "natural poet".
He used to be the editor-in-chief of Tianya magazine, and now he is the deputy editor-in-chief of Poetry magazine and a member of the Poetry Committee of the Chinese Writers Association. Under the tree of "the heart has feelings", we talked about our respective ideals. You said you would write a biography for the mountains and a history for the water. You just want to take a photo album of clouds, draw a landscape painting outside the window (occasionally one or two birds are singing) and a sketch of a little girl at home. Of course, she must stand under the papaya tree in the yard. When the country is big, there is room for manoeuvre. You can take it in your hand and slowly ponder what is warm and jade. He is comfortable between this country and you. For a while, it was a family matter. For a time, when the child was at a loss, you were a refreshing agent that he put on his chest. When you have nothing to do, you are a tender feeling in his heart. Evening In the evening, I went out and called out to my old father who was still walking in the Woods after dinner. Night seeps into the darkness bit by bit, like ink spread on rice paper. Every time I shout, the night is pushed away a little, the shouting stops, and the night gathers around again. My voice calling my father echoed in the Woods for a long time and rippled in the wind. Father's promise makes the night appear brighter. Clouds put a white hat on the top of the mountain, and vines twined along the path. I'm worried that some flowers and plants will splash down from the cliff, rush into the sea, do some hooliganism and blow wild flowers everywhere. It also made the cattle, sheep and men who drove lost their way in the mountains ... just idle. Just meditate on Nandu River. I drive to see Nandu River every day. Sometimes I just want to know whether Nandu River in the morning light and Nandu River in the sunset have changed or what is the difference between Nandu River in the misty rain and Nandu River in the moonlight? I will feel better after reading it. 4. The second choice of Cizhou Road is that the water enters Hengbei half shallow and half deep, and the tobacco is hung on the side of the road.
A whip suddenly sounds like a green horse, and ten thousand birds are startled by the snow. Cizhou: Cixian County, formerly known as Cixian County, is the birthplace of Cizhou kiln culture and belongs to Handan City, Hebei Province.
Hengbei: (héng bēi): Changpo. Wang Song Anshi's "Rose III": "The northern mountain loses its green and goes straight to the pond."
Green riding: A horse with a mixture of green and white. When riding a green horse across a stream, the stream flowing over a long slope is shallow and deep.
In the early morning, wisps of smoke were still hanging on the tree-lined trees on the roadside. With a clear whip, thousands of snow-white birds suddenly flew.
Appreciate this is one of the few simple poems by Zhang Zhidong. It is beautifully written, just like an ink painting.
Five mourning rooms: Yilong, selected by Shishi in Luanzhou, was used to keep out the cold, and there was a bunch of clothes left in the basket. Teach children to know family precepts, don't look in the mirror.
Background Zhang Zhidong got married in the winter of the fourth year of Xianfeng (1854). The bride is the daughter of Jiaqing Gui You (18 13) and Xu Shi, the magistrate of Duyun, Guizhou.
Mrs. Shi left Zhang Zhidong a son (right) and a daughter (sandalwood). After marriage, Zhang Zhidong stayed in his father's army.
In the autumn of the fifth year of Xianfeng (1855), Zhang Zhidong took his wife to bid farewell to his father and went to Beijing to try. From then on, the competition for examination room lasted for more than ten years, until the second year of Tongzhi (1863), the first place and the third place, that is, "exploring flowers", were given to Jinshi and.
Awarded the editor of Hanlin Academy. However, in May of the fourth year of Cecilia Yip (1865), Mrs. Jaffa died of Shi's disease in her apartment in the capital.
Zhang Zhidong recalled the hardships and love of this decade, and Shi accompanied him through the most difficult years. Now that he is about to enter the official career, he is waiting to show his ambition and seal the shadow of his wife. Shi actually left, and he couldn't help but burst into tears: the factory Suning Qiangzhou rode a bicycle to the north alone, and the city wind urged the leaves.
The whole family is connected by flesh and blood, and relatives and friends from all corners of the country are half dead. There are still urgent taxes in the mountains of Shu, and there is no rest on the flag river.
When troubles come, I don't sleep, and when I dress, it's frosty. A?vagho?a. Background In the fifth year of Xianfeng (1855), Zhang Zhidong took his wife to say goodbye to his father and went to Beijing via Sichuan and Shaanxi.
Maybe he has experienced more hardships in life. During this trip to the north, Zhang Zhidong didn't see the decline of his fame and fortune, but added some worries about his home country. He entered Sichuan from Guizhou, crossed the river to the north, passed Tongchuan, Jiange and Ningqiang, and entered southern Shaanxi.
A man went to Beijing in a small carriage and passed by the border of Qiang. The border town was full of yellow leaves blown by the autumn wind. In this season of withered trees, it's a shame to miss a family's flesh and blood and wander around, and relatives and friends are half dead in the world.
Every loom in the mountain village is busy running, rushing to complete the urgent tax.