Poetry about the Marigold Art Festival 1. Couplets or poems about art festivals
The couplets or poems of this festival are:
1, knowledge is hidden in ancient and modern times, and knowledge blends Chinese and western.
2, the grid is above the plum and accumulated between the bamboos. ?
3. When did it get cold in spring and where did the peak come from?
4, pen and paper for Zhou Huinv to swim in the sea of learning, ink for wisdom and eyebrows to earn a book mountain.
5, winter to spring, thousands of Liu Suifeng green, good weather. ?
6. The sky is a chessboard star, and the sun and the moon win glory. Thunder is the drum and flag of war, and it is evenly matched.
7, water truck to send water, water with the car, car water. Fan fan wind, wind leaves fan, fan is born. ?
8. It's great to meet people who read a lot. It is a great joy of education to gather talents from all over the world and use them.
Extended data
Classification of art festivals:
1, Opera Art Festival
China Huangmei Opera Art Festival, China Peking Opera Art Festival, China Pingju Art Festival, China Suzhou Kunju Art Festival, etc.
2. Acrobatic Art Festival
China Wuhan International Acrobatic Art Festival, China Wuqiao International Acrobatic Art Festival, etc.
3. Song and Dance Art Festival
China Dance Festival, China International Chorus Festival, Beijing Music Festival, Shanghai Spring International Music Festival, Gulangyu International Piano Art Festival, Nanning International Folk Song Art Festival, etc.
4. Film Art Festival
Shanghai International Film Festival, China Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Film Festival, Changchun Film Festival·China and China Zhuhai Film Festival, China International Children Film Festival, Venice International Film Festival Cannes Film Festival, etc.
5. TV Art Festival
China Golden Eagle TV Art Festival, Beijing International TV Week, Shanghai TV Festival, Sichuan TV Festival, etc.
6. Comprehensive Arts Festival
Asian Art Festival, China Shanghai International Art Festival, China Art Festival, Beijing International Tourism Culture Festival, "Meet Beijing" large-scale art festival, China Harbin International Ice and Snow Art Festival, etc.
7. Ancient Town Art Festival
8. Tianfu Ancient Town Art Festival
9. International Youth Day Art Festival
In recent years, China has become more and more aware of the importance of international communication, especially the need to cultivate children's international vision from an early age. Sino-German Youth Day came into being. The preparatory work began in 1998, and the first session was held in 2002, and then it was held every year. It was held in 20 13/2.
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2. Ask for a poem about the art festival
Original? Black-haired prose poems
The evening is melting, the wind is blowing, and your long black hair.
As silk as floc, as smoke as rain. Turn my heart into a pair of scissors of dreams and cut a long ribbon. Like a waterfall, flying down, sparkling, kissing the evening breeze.
Your big eyes are hidden in your soft and elegant black hair. What's more, blond hair and blue eyes don't deserve a little lofty and elegant. I saw you skillfully roll up your black hair with light fingers and spin into the thin rain curtain with a petite oil-paper umbrella.
I can't take my eyes off your gentle and beautiful image. For example, the girl who picks lotus in Jiangnan has a nobler face than lotus. Fair skin, long dark hair and black and white eyes. They were born here and spread their wings here.
The spirit and ethereal spirit of art is like a graceful fairy among flowers. Your beautiful figure is outlined on thousands of souls. This is the nobleness of art above all else-it seems that only kindness can explain it.
In a trance, you take small steps and disappear into this illusory and real dream.
The evening breeze gently brushed my face. It seems wet, it's the kiss of your black hair and the breeze.
3. Poetry about Art Festival (original)
The days of intense study are filed into a circle.
Fixed on the fence that locks happiness.
We are silent volcanoes,
Accumulated too much magma of youth.
Now that our festival has finally arrived,
The passion of teenagers has spawned crazy posters.
The blue sky is the curtain and the earth is the platform.
The magma of youth erupts here:
Song is like a milk warbler coming out of the valley,
Dance proudly like a peacock,
Recite like a bronze bell,
Sing like a pine and cypress.
Blowing the chirping of birds,
Play the clear sound of the mountain spring,
Stepping on the drum of Saibei,
It's Jiangnan's waist that is twisted.
Don't say that the outdoor stage is too crude and shabby.
We enjoy the smell of warm sunshine in winter;
Don't say the performance is too corny.
Clouds strolling on the horizon also stopped to admire.
Let the cold ballroom chew mottled memories,
Connect the lonely theater with the painful thoughts.
Give us a window to show the style,
We can announce to the world:
We are not the pearl of the night,
Dare to fight with stars;
We are not morning stars,
It can also lead to sunrise!
4. Five-character ancient poems about art festivals
, "quiet night thinking"
Tang Libai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
2. Grass
Tang Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
3. Jiang Xue
Liutang Zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
Gu Daiweng, an old man is fishing in the cold river snow.
4. Leave a note for the absentee
Tangjiadao
When I asked your students under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs."
However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .
5. Night parking on Jiande River
Tang Meng Hao ran
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
6. "Spring Dawn"
Tang Meng Hao ran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken?
7. "Send a friend"
Tang Libai
Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
8. Message to Meng Haoran
Tang Libai
Master, I cheer you from the bottom of my heart. Your fame has risen to the sky.
In the rosy youth, you gave up the importance of hats and chariots and chose pine trees and clouds; Now whitehead.
Drunk moon, sage of dreams, bewitched by flowers, you turned a deaf ear to the emperor.
High mountain, how I long to reach you, and even breathe your sweetness here! .
9. Look at the snow peaks in Central South China
Tang zuyong
Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud.
After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.
10, "eight arrays"
Don du fu
During the Three Kingdoms period, you made unparalleled achievements, and you gained a permanent reputation by invading.
This river won't divert the stones from your disposal, and you will always regret that you will destroy Wu's unwise.
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Don Wang Zhihuan
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
12, playing the piano
Don Liu Changqing
The lyre plays a cool tune and listens carefully, like a tumbling pine tree.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
13, "Send to primary server"
Don Liu Changqing
Can floating clouds and storks become tenants of our world? !
Please don't buy a famous mountain, it's a world-famous place.
14, a message for Qiu on an autumn night.
Don Wei Wu Ying
When I walk on a cool autumn night, I think of you and sing my poems.
I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.
15, new bride
Don Wang Jian
Come to the kitchen three days after the wedding and wash your hands to make soup.
I don't know the taste of mother-in-law. Let's make the taste of good sister-in-law first.
16, "Palace"
Don
In the empty and desolate old palace, there is only the lonely brilliant red of Hua Gong.
Several white-haired footmen were sitting around talking about the emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
17, a suggestion for my friend Liu
Tang 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?
18, Leyou Tomb
Tang Li Shangyin
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
19, "Jade Family"
Tang Libai
Dew fell on the steps of jade, and the night was long. Dew wet the stone.
Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain.
20. farewell
Don
Seeing friends off in the mountains, Chai Men is half hidden at sunset.
Spring grass will grow green next year, my friend, will you come back?
2 1, acacia
Don
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
22. Miscellaneous poems
Don
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?
23. "Send Cui Jiu"
Don Pei Di
If you want to go back to the mountain, whether it is deep or shallow, go and have a look; These mountains and gullies are pure and beautiful, which are worth appreciating.
Instead of learning from Wu Lingren described by Tao Yuanming, he stayed in the Peach Blossom Garden for a few days and then hurried out of the mountain.
24. Crossing the Han River
Tang Liping
Far from home, I am eager for news, one winter after another, one spring after another.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
25, "Spring Complaint"
Don Jin Changxu
Get rid of the oriole, get rid of all the music on the tree.
They woke her up when she dreamed that she went to meet him in Liaoxi camp.
26. Looking at the old times from "Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain"
Tang Libai
On the west side of the river this night, there was not a cloud in the whole blue sky.
I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.
I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.
Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me.
Our school has a chrysanthemum cultural festival recitation competition, preferably English, prose, senior two.
If you speak more slowly, just read the word 1200. Smoke is easy to disperse, and fate is sad. I stepped on a wisp of evening breeze and rode around the corner in the second quarter of the moon to see the water in the distance. I will come, without the company of dust and smoke, without the invitation of clouds, just to accompany you to watch the night of Qipanshan and see a soft dream that makes me miss my life. It is warm and long.
It's night, cool. The four fields are curled up in the air, and the winding path leads to the top of the mountain, but there are no traces of tourists.
I can only vaguely hear the rustling of the night wind blowing through the grass, as if it were the breath of the forest, which lingered in my heart for a long time. Eyebrows, moist air condenses into dew, like soft thoughts, caressing some branches of the ivy, so the background of the night presents eyes like water, as if they were clothes left on the shoulders by the wind.
Walking on broken grass and dead branches to the distance. Those obscure words all the way, dizzy, like fleeting flowers, slowly planted in my heart.
The moon is shy, like your sweet smile, secretly looking at each other in the swaying branches and disappearing in an instant. Cricket sang a song to break this shy embarrassment, so I took your hand and climbed with the night.
You said you wanted to hear the wind and waves on the top of the mountain, and whether they could awaken the sleeping memory and make your heart go home completely in the world of mortals. You said you wanted to see the sky and me under it. The deep burning gaze in your eyes has nothing to do with the tranquility beyond the secular edge.
A long way, I don't know how far it has gone. You said you were tired, so you chose a quiet place to stop. Perhaps, stopping to take a nap is not burnout, but a necessary mode in travel, a procedure on the eve of hope, and also pregnant with the next departure.
I picked the green core from the roadside, turned the leaves into flutes, and played a lotus heart for you. You dance in the moonlight, as elegant and beautiful as a lotus. You said, if this quiet valley can taste a cup of coffee, we can drink it slowly and savor it with the evening breeze. This worldly prosperity floats in the fingers in the distance, and it will be a lifetime when you turn around.
So, I collected a few drops of condensation, broke my finger, shed blood, and entered the heart, lungs and the whole world with the night. When the nightingale sings in the air, ask, are you afraid? You are silent, gently pulling your long hair, only giving me a smile, and we get up and move on.
The post office is a simple straw house. In a trance, can the faint light reflect the past lives of you and me? It rained everywhere, stealing the dream of Qipanshan. There were people everywhere, and the crickets disappeared without hearing the flute. Just, just walking alone in the wind on the night of Qipanshan. Is it really necessary to be robbed by the secular as soon as we meet? Story, always add the color of fairy tales, can be colorful.
You say the night is so cold and dark, I say you open your heart. When the flowers fill the valley and the light passes through the branches, fireflies will talk to you. So, you close your eyes, sleep in your heart and mutter a dream with a smile.
The wind turned around outside the window, and the light rain caught the mountain, a tree and a person all night. (article reading network:) the rain stopped and the wind just said it was passing by. I woke up from the dark night alone, shivering.
There is a pink flower at hand, an ordinary piece of paper, and a few lines of small print that say, you don't belong to dawn, go on your way while you can. You said, let me go back to the sunshine, it will be a warm direction. If you get lost, remember to listen to the lotus at night, and it will also take you on your way home.
So when the dawn came, I understood an opportunity. When the fleeting time changes, when some encounters are unbearable, we realize that the exchange of happiness and warmth is never to see each other.
You can write a name a thousand times and ten thousand times in the text, but you can't write a warm word anymore. Every day, I still look at a cup of coffee in the direction of the sun Hot and cold, silent for a long time.
Opportunity is the guest at every stop. No matter how many stops we walk together, the result will end. So I learned to appease myself and learn not to listen to the rain and draw sand.
Smoke dissipates easily. If you know me, you will know. I haven't forgotten my oath. I just hide you in the windy night, in the heart of the night, in my heart, in my life memory.
6. Are there any poems about art festivals?
The furthest distance in the world
The furthest distance in the world
Tagore
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you
But you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing in front of you
But you don't know that I love you.
But obsessed with love
But you can't say I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I love you
I miss you so much.
But it can only be buried deep in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I miss you.
But love each other.
But we can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world
Do not love each other
But not together.
But obviously can't resist the smell.
But you must pretend that you don't care.
The furthest distance in the world,
It's not that you can't resist the smell.
But you must pretend that you don't care.
But there is a cold heart
Between you and the people who love you.
Dig an impassable ditch
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between trees.
But branches that grow from the same root.
But can't depend on each other in the wind
The furthest distance in the world
It is not that branches cannot depend on each other.
But the stars look at each other.
But there are no intersecting trajectories.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the trajectory between stars.
But even if the tracks intersect,
But in a flash, there was nowhere to find it.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that the moment is nowhere to be found.
But we haven't met yet.
It is doomed to be impossible to come together.
The furthest distance in the world
Is the distance between fish and birds.
One in the sky
One dived into the deep sea.
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The last one. . . I'm sorry/sorry/I feel bad/I can't wake myself up. ...
When the eternal mother opens her newborn eyes for the first time, the first thing she sees is her mother's extremely holy and loving eyes and tears of joy-her eyes stare at you unblinkingly, and your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively, but you can't express your feelings. Her limbs danced wildly for you-she couldn't help crying loudly. After many days and nights of cultivation, she finally sat up straight. Your little body has never waited after adjusting her emotional intelligence and IQ. I shouted the most precious first voice in my life-Mom, this is the most touching original meaning. No matter how many languages in the world rhyme, only this sound is absolutely the same. There is no music, and no poem can be more touching than this voice. My old mother, Huang Zhongze, went to worship her mother, Heliang, and shed tears for no reason. It was a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It's better to have a child than nothing at this time. I left Tao Runzhi's maternal love poems. Mom, when I left, I had tears in my eyes and didn't look back. I dare not look back. I know that casual look back will make your casual eyes and bitter smile keep me. I know there must be a smile on your face, but your heart is crying. Mom knows, you just said: go, wait for the child to get tired, and mom will wait for you and me to go together. Mom, when I left, I dared not look back. You couldn't see me when I turned the maple grove in front of the door. You can't see me when the wet tears from Fenglin flow out of my heart. It's just, mom, I can't help crying anymore. I turned back, mom, and I dared to turn back. Although tears can't see the loess, I know, mom, you have been watching your son for a long time. How many times I don't want to cry back, mom, how many times I want to go home? I saw it in my dream, mom. You gently touched my crying wound with your warm hand. Oh, mom, I know you have been behind me with encouraging eyes and hopeful eyes ... I know, mom, you have been standing behind me. Whenever I dream back at midnight, there is always a voice: Go, the child is tired, mom, what is waiting for you is the blood connection, which is the child's blessing. Mother's pain and maternal love are like the wind in spring. It is the clouds in the sky that always let the hot sun pass through her first, and it is the sunset after the rain that always lets the washed earth lie in her arms, writing colorful life dreams in the high sky.