Liu Shuhuai's poems +0. Poems expressing sadness.
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.
Spring flowers smell azaleas, autumn months see geese.
Affectionate separation from ancient times, more comparable, snubbing the clear autumn festival.
How many Penglai memories, looking back in vain, are fading.
The wind and water are rustling, and the strong men are gone forever.
You can't see you, leaving only hoofprint behind him.
Tall buildings look forward to dusk, and the plane leaves are raining.
Nobody cares about Hengyang goose.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.
The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Today is like a dream, and the sunset only sees water flowing eastward.
I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, and the phoenix tree rang in autumn in front of the steps.
My heart is full of sorrow, and the moon is full of sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi. The breeze blows gently, the flute whimpers, and the pavilion dyes dusk. You want to go south to Xiaoxiang, and I want to run to the west Qinling.
Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.
Wu Tong was in a hurry last night.
The sun is setting, and the flowers are bright.
The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams. Jiang Touyang, worried about crossing the river to kill people.
Move the boat and swallow the bamboo, and the sunset will be new.
Middle-aged people listen to the rain in the boat, the river is rich and the people are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
2. Poems expressing sadness
Liu Yong, Klang Sang Ganzhou, showered the rainy dusk on the river and washed the autumn. The frost and wind are getting colder, the river is deserted, and the residual photos are buildings.
Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound.
Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sighing where these years have gone, why do you have to stay in a strange land for a long time? If you want to be a beauty, you have to miss a few days and know your boat.
Fight for me, lean on the dry place, I am in a hurry. The divination operator is slow, Liu Yongjiang's maple leaves are getting old, the court glow is half dry, and the eyes are red and green.
Chu and Deng are autumn weather, which leads to sparse anvil and intermittent sunset. For the evening scene, I miss the distance, and new sorrows and old hatreds come and go.
Acacia people are thousands of miles apart. The two places miss each other's feelings and are separated by Qian Shan.
The rain stopped, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the twelve Qingfeng peaks could not be seen in the distance. Without words, who will rely on high intentions? To put it bluntly, there are 10 thousand kinds of people who leave their intestines, but who sent them to the clouds? Picking lotus leaves Liu Yongyue with a bumper harvest, and the clouds are pale with frost.
Western expedition, I feel bitter this time. Cui E held hands and sent Qi Lin and Zhu Hu away.
Thousands of charming faces, Ying Ying stood, speechless with tears, heartbroken, struggling to endure censorship. One-leaf orchid floats, and then you row to Ling Bo.
I love sex, but I don't know how to leave. All kinds of square inches, but who is like eating and hating?
Looking back, I can't see the heavy city. There are two or three smoke trees outside the cold river. - .
Weeping willows, after several climbs, gaunt Chu palace waist. The sunset is idle, Qiu Guang is old, and his thoughts are full of happiness.
A song of Yang Guan, heartbroken sound, alone LanRao. Li Yu, Yi Chong Shan and Er Chong Shan in Sauvignon Blanc. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.
Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back. Li Yu, a kaiyuan musician, has a few white hairs on his head and a lush career.
Empty mountains and snow treat each other, and no one returns to the wild road. The case of sapphire Li Yu's Vatican Palace is shrouded in clouds, and the road is getting white and covered with moss.
Broken wintersweet □ early dew. Yin Tao is vast, Yushan Wan Li is covered with trees in the south of the Yangtze River.
Crows crow, the sky will be dusk, and the sea and moon will reflect smoke. Xiuzhu low-hanging solitary crane dance
Making a fool of yourself is always a poet's fault. Li Yu, a qingping musician, was heartbroken when he didn't come in the spring.
The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full. Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true.
The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further. It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled.
Candle residual leakage often drips on the pillow, so he can't sit on his back. The world flows with water, which is a dream.
Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable. Li Yu and Xiao Yue, Qian Ying, fell down, and Sue was speechless.
Dream back to the grass and think of Yi Yi, the sky is far away and the geese are rare. The crows are scattered, the flowers are scattered, and the lonely painting hall is deep in the courtyard.
Red Hugh swept Iraq, leaving the dancers to return. Yulouchun Li Yu's evening makeup shows off her muscles and snow first, and she wears temples in spring.
Xiao Sheng blew away the water and clouds, and pressed the garment song again. Who smells better in the wind, drunk.
Don't dye the candle flowers red when you come back, and wait for the horseshoe to clear jathyapple. Farewell to Guan Hanqing, the heart is hard to give up, when will a little lovesickness be lost?
Sleeve blowing snow: the stream is covered by mountains, and people go. Go boating to send Zheng Qing to Beijing. Emperor Du Shenyan sat in Penglai Hall and pursued the minister of the country.
Chang' an is far away from the sun, and Zong Bochun rides. Xiangzhai opened a base and gave everything to others.
The ship is swimming in the water, and the halberd is full of red dust. Wine helps entertainment, and the wind urges prosperity.
At this time, life alone, who cares about Tianjin. In February, Li He drank wine and picked mulberry in February. It is appropriate for a person to smile on the grass. Pujiaoru is like a sword.
Hu Yan resents spring, and Andy is like smoke and dust. Jinqiao bun worries about dusk clouds, dancing real pearl skirts.
Tenderness bid farewell to singing running water, and the drinker died with a cold back. The green door willow white house is easy to be sad, and several people have hated it.
Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze. Farewell Cui Jin failed to turn his back to Shuikou.
The ship was about to hit the mainland and shook its hands several times. Lu Mingfu sent Zheng Thirteen back to Beijing, and what he received was Meng Haoran's once beautiful scenery, but today he is dressed up for dinner.
Lying idle and pouring Pengze wine, I miss Baiyun for a long time. A leaf in Dongting started early autumn, but failed and stagnated in Dao Jiang.
When the world looks at Chang 'an Road again, send a message to the imperial court. North of Lucheng, Guo went to send Zhang Zi to Songyang, and Li Bai bid farewell to the dead mulberry, and the dead leaves fell into the air.
I still have a long way to go, but I only know the wind. Who reads Zhang Zhongwei still depends on Artemisia and Peng.
When a glass of wine, more with Mars. Send Liang Sigui to Dongping Li Bai Yu Hu to pick up the wine, and send it away for fun.
The fire is in the south and the moon is in the south, but it is difficult to go north in the suburbs. In Yin dynasty, the tripod was negative, and the water in the water hung down.
Don't learn to lie in the mountains, be grateful for your old age. I don't blame ZuYong for sending him to the middle stream, and the autumn boat leans over.
Looking at each other from afar, we can't return to the ship immediately. Injury to spring is far away from loneliness and water flow, and youth and guest thinking go hand in hand.
I am ashamed of the new lotus and the pool. Willow worries about the distance, partridge complains about the south branch.
I remember He Jun and Qiong Shu, but I bid farewell to the spring breeze. Farewell, Wang Wei, my friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain. Until now, I have closed my thatched door in the dark.
Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? . Say goodbye to Bai Juyi's ancient grass, the boundless grass on the plain, which comes and goes with the four seasons.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. Night send Zhao Yang Jiong Zhao Shilian, the origin of the world.
Send you back to your hometown in Zhaozhou tonight, leaving a bright moon in the sky, still shining on the river. See your friend Li Bai off at Jingmen Ferry, and sail from Jingmen Ferry. Soon you will be with people in the south.
At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. Flying under the moon, the sea clouds shine like palaces.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. Wang Wei plays the flute in Lihu Lake and sees her husband off at dusk.
Looking at the lake, the mountains are green and the white clouds are rolling. It is proposed to lament that Tao Yuanming has boundless weeds and poplars are rustling.
In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs. No one lives on all sides, and the high graves wither.
The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed. It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed.
A thousand years later, there is nothing the wise can do. Always send people away and return to their homes.
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung. What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
Five peaches were planted in Bao Zhao atrium, and it was difficult to walk. First, a peach was planted. Yangchun Ye Yao In February and March, the wind blows from the west.
I miss my wife in the west and feel sad. My tears touch my clothes and touch my heart. When I sent you, I didn't say anything about staying long. The mattress is gray and dirty, and the waist is thin and messy.
Life can't be long. You can't wait until midnight. See Di Zongheng and Wang Changling off. In autumn, cicadas are singing in clear water and green hills, and Luoyang is full of trees and cigarettes.
Farewells are endless, and I cherish the cool weather. Lotus Inn and Xin Qiji bid farewell to each other, and Wang Changling entered Wu night after night in cold rain, and saw Min Gu.
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! It's autumn in the south of Danyang, cloudy and deep in the north of Danyang.
Tall buildings.
3. What are the poems about parting?
1, Li Bai
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Qiu Lai is very concerned about him, but he is not ashamed of Ge Hong for cinnabar.
Drinking crazy songs for nothing, who is arrogant?
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When we leave in autumn, we look at each other and float around like a flying canopy. I am really ashamed that Ge Hong, an alchemist in the Western Jin Dynasty, did not seek immortality. Drinking and singing happily every day is a waste of time. Who is a hero like you for?
2, butterfly lovers, read the end of the world, the pain of parting
Qing Dynasty: Wang Guowei
After reading all the bitterness of leaving this world, there are still so many scattered flowers that do not return. Flowers have nothing to say, and the green window is spring. (All Left: All Mu)
I will tell you under the acacia lamp that I have new love and old hatred for Qian Qian. Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.
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Travel all over the world and see all the human feelings. Unexpectedly, when I returned to my hometown, my old friend had fallen like a flower. Recalling the parting with her at that time, I was relatively speechless, leaving only sadness and parting thoughts. Now, only the green window remains, but it is not the scenery at that time.
I want to tell acacia in detail under this firefly lamp. The new man is like jade, but to whom is the old man helpless? If I had known that all the good things in this world were not long-lasting, it would have been difficult to last. If the mirror is empty, where can I shine? Just like falling flowers, only empty branches make me lonely.
3, partridge snow mountain city jade refers to the cold
Song Dynasty: Liu Zhu
Snow shines on the mountain city, jade refers to the cold, and Qiang is in charge of the building. There are several plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea.
The stars are dotted and the moon is round. Go back to the river and get into the cups and plates. There are 3,000 romantic poems by Hanlin, and I sent them to Wu Ji with tears in my eyes.
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The snow covering the earth reflects the mountain city. In the ice and snow, the flute player upstairs feels cold, doesn't he? The sound of the Qiang flute you played is full of parting sadness, floating in the air. Plum blossoms in Jiangnan bloom and fall, and fall and bloom. How many times have they bloomed? I wander at the end of the world, and my temple is so gloomy.
Facing the shining stars and the bright full moon in the sky, I drank endlessly alone. Drinking, drinking, as if the milky way in the sky had flowed back into my cup. I, a bachelor of Hanlin, wrote 3,000 poems for my lovesickness, and I want to give them to your lover in the south, so that you can read them slowly and carefully with tears in your eyes!
4, Tasha trip, waiting for the museum to be banned.
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
When the museum is destroyed, the bridge is thin. The grass is warm and swaying. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water.
Inch by inch, my heart ached, and my eyes were full of tears. The height of the building is not near the dangerous fence. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and pedestrians are even outside.
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The plum blossoms in front of the guest house have withered, the new willows beside the stream bridge are hanging lightly, the spring breeze is stepping on the grass, and people are jumping and whipping. Going further and further, it is endless, just like an endless spring.
Every inch of my heart hurts, and I walk with tears. Don't climb the stairs, lean against the railing. At the end of the flat grassland is a heavy spring mountain, and pedestrians are still outside the mountain.
5, picking mulberry seeds, hating the king is not like the bottom of the river.
Song Dynasty: Lv Benzhong
I hate that you are not like the moon on the river. No matter people wander north and south, the moon is not separated from people.
Damn you, you are like the moon hanging high above the river, just perfect and gone, and I don't know when it will wait until the moon is round again.
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I hate that you are not like the bright moon hanging on the riverside building. No matter how people wander, the bright moon is always with people.
Hating you is like the bright moon hanging on the riverside building. It was perfect, and then it was gone. I don't know when the moon will be full again.
4. Write at least three poems about parting.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
There is moonlight in front of the window. Could it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Where is the township book? Geese, return to Luoyang.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
When * * * was cutting candles at the west window, it was raining late in the autumn pool.
Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress.
It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.
1. Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked up. I thought about it. Thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy.
I advise you to drink more wine, there is no reason to go out to the west.
3. Ancient turtle song (Meng Jiao)
Mountains and rivers, ancient and modern roads are endless.
Between heaven and earth, everyone has a parting.
If the clothes are not tied, stick them in the middle of the intestine first.
You don't have to look in the mirror to know that you have white hair.
If you want to get Chen's attention, swallow your words first.
Trouble fills the heart, if you say it.
The wilderness is wild and the wilderness wind is bleak.
People everywhere are not as good as the moon.
4. Say goodbye to ancient grievances (Meng Jiao)
In the bleak autumn wind and eyeful season, a couple forced by life can't go to never say goodbye.
At the moment when he was driven away, he faced each other with tears in his eyes and wanted to say something to each other, but he cried before he opened his mouth.
There are thousands of words in my heart, but at this moment, I am too sad to say them.
Don't think that there is only a queen, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.
Step 5 fold the willow tree
Willow has many short branches, and many short branches leave.
The ceremony is far and tired, and the soft strips hang down.
Youth has certain festivals, but there is no time for parting.
But don't worry about people and don't complain about being late.
Mo Yan has short branches with Sauvignon Blanc in them.
Zhu Yan and Populus cathayensis are in the period of separation.
It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, but where are you drifting?
Affectionate since ancient times, it is more worthy of being left out in the cold!
In detail, it seems that it is not a flower, but a little tear.
5. Write a poem about parting with the willow.
Li Bai, smelling willows in Los Angeles on a spring night.
Whose Yu Di flies in the dark,
Spring breeze scattered in Los Angeles.
This is also a song that smells like willow.
Who can't afford to be homesick?
Zhangtai breaks willows, and spring grass is beside the road.
West Lake Willow, West Lake Willow, do you know who Qing Qingjun is?
Flowers can be folded straight and have a glass of wine with you.
West Lake willow, West Lake willow, lakes and mountains grow together,
I advise you to bring wine at sunset, leaving fragrance marks all over your sleeves.
West Lake Willow, West Lake Willow, all green, look,
In a blink of an eye, spring has gone, winter has come again, and only pedestrians have not looked back.
West Lake willow, West Lake willow, yesterday was green today,
Even if the strip is as long as the old one, it is pitiful to climb on his hand.
This is an excerpt from a novel. I don't know who the original is.
6. Ancient lyric poetry and its appreciation
The nearest flower
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away.
The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering. The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu.
The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world.
I want to send colored stationery and rulers. The mountains are long and there is a lot of water.
This is the representative work of Yan Shu's boudoir thinking. The use of words in movies is empathy for the scene.
Method, select the immediate scene, inject the hero's feelings, and point out that
Stay away from hatred; The next movie is from "Hate", looking at the protagonist through a tall building.
The expression of wanting to wear is vividly expressed. Wang Guowei in "Ci Hua on Earth"
Put forward three sentences of "West Wind Last Night" and the words of Ouyang Xiu and Xin Qiji.
Taken together, it is compared to the three realms of scholarship, which shows that this word is famous. The whole word
Implicit in the deep soft, implicit in the wide.
The first sentence is about the scenery in the autumn garden. The chrysanthemums were covered with a layer of light smoke.
Mist seems to be full of sadness; There are dewdrops on orchids. Look at that.
It sounds like a silent cry again. Orchids and chrysanthemums already contain some figurative colors.
(figuratively speaking, quiet and clean personality), here we use "mourning as smoke" and "weeping as dew"
They personify, transfer subjective feelings to objective scenery and reveal the hostess.
Open one's grief. The words "sadness" and "crying" are not easy to describe.
Obviously different from the language style of Dayan Ci, it is borrowed
Foreign objects have their own characteristics in expressing mood, rendering atmosphere and shaping the image of the protagonist.
Its function.
The second sentence is "the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away." Write down the new autumn morning,
Pai Yuan Er Shi Anxi (Tang) Wang Wei
Weicheng is rainy and dusty,
The guest rooms are green and willow.
I advise you to drink more wine,
There is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.
Su Dongpo's "Jiangchengzi",
Ten years of life and death,
Never think, never forget. .
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other when we meet,
Face covered with dust, temples like frost.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the annual sad place,
Moonlight night, short matsuoka.
Li Qingzhao's Wulingchun
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
Xiao Zhongshan of Yue Fei
I couldn't stop singing last night.
It's already midnight.
Stand up and walk around the steps alone.
When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.
Whitehead is fame.
Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey.
I want to talk to Yao Qin.
There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?