1. Write poems about enjoying being alone and quiet
1. One of four poems about drinking alone under the moon
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
< p> A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows.The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me. For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.
My song is lingering in the moon, my dancing shadows are chaotic. They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk. (One work of "Same Love": "Happiness")
We will travel together forever, and we will meet again in Yunhan and Han.
Translation:
Put a pot of fine wine among the flowers, and I drink it by myself, without any relatives or friends around me. Raise the glass to the sky, invite the bright moon, face my shadow, and we become three people.
The bright moon cannot understand the joy of drinking, and its shadow can only follow me silently. For the time being, I will accompany you with the shadow of the bright moon, and take advantage of this spring night to have fun in time.
I recite poems, the moon wanders with me, my hands and feet dance, and the shadows follow me. When I'm sober, I share joy with you, but when I'm drunk, we go our separate ways.
I would like to form a friendship with them forever that will forget the pain, and meet by the misty Milky Way.
2. Meeting happily, Wu Yan went up to the West Tower alone
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
Wu Yan went up to the West Tower alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.
Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart. (General one work: Ichiban)
Translation:
The lonely man was silent and slowly climbed up the west tower alone. Looking up at the sky, the waning moon is like a hook. The sycamore tree stands alone in the courtyard, and the deep courtyard is shrouded in the cold and desolate autumn colors.
What makes people feel confused and confused is the pain of country subjugation. This kind of sorrow of divorce and longing has a different feeling in my heart now.
3. Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone.
The only one I never tire of seeing is Jingting Mountain. (Only one work: Wei / Wei)
Translation:
The birds in the mountains flew away one by one, and the last white cloud in the sky also floated away leisurely.
Jingting Mountain and I looked at each other. No one could get enough of it. It seemed that Jingting Mountain was the only one who understood me.
4. Picture of Fishing Alone on the Qiujiang River
Qing Dynasty: Wang Shizhen
One coir, one hat, one flat boat, one foot of silk fiber and one inch of hook.
A song and a bottle of wine, one person fishing alone in the river.
Translation:
Wearing a bamboo hat and a coir raincoat, sitting on a small boat, with a fishing line one foot long and a fishhook one inch long;
< p> Sing a fishing song loudly, drink a bottle of wine, and fish alone on the river in autumn.5. Autumn Eve
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.
The night is as cool as water on Tianjie, lying down watching Altair and Vega.
(The first work of Heavenly Steps: Tianjie; the first work of Lying and Looking: Sit and Watch)
Translation:
The candlelight of the silver candle reflects the deserted painting screen, and the hand holding Lingluo slapped the fireflies with her little fan.
The stone steps are as cool as cold water at night, and you can sit quietly and gaze at the stars Cowherd and Vega on both sides of the Milky Way. 2. Words that describe a person who is very quiet
Quiet, comfortable, lonely, quiet, lonely
1. Quiet [ qīng jìng ]
Explanation: (environment ) Quiet; not noisy: Let’s find a ~ place to talk.
Quotation: Zhao Shuli's "Sanliwan·Is there any face": "It's better to be angry when we are together, than to be quiet when we are apart?"
2. Comfort [ ān shì ]
Explanation: Quiet and comfortable: ~as usual. In my heart~. The patients live a normal life in the sanatorium.
Quotation: Ai Wu's "A Lesson in the Philosophy of Life": "This comfortable little world is exactly what I want, and it can place my wandering heart."
3. Loneliness [ jì mò ]
Explanation: Lonely and deserted: I am the only one left at home at night, it’s really~.
Quotation: Lao She's "Micro God": "There is no movement inside the "little house", as if it is the birthplace of loneliness."
4. Tranquility [níng jìng]
Explanation: (environment, mood) Quiet: There are few tourists and the lake is very ~. My heart gradually calmed down.
Quotation: Chapter 10 of Part 5 of Wei Wei's "The East": "This bird sounds interesting in its own way whether on a dewy morning, a quiet noon or a hazy moonlit night."
5. Loneliness [ jì liáo ]
Explanation: desolation and depression.
Quotation: Chapter 1 of Part 1 of Yang Mo's "Song of Youth": "Why did she wander alone in the woods by the sea in this lonely night?" 3. Poems describing calm include: Which
1. Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.
2. The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses.
3. There is nothing wrong in the world, and it’s up to others to disturb themselves.
4. The breeze comes slowly, but the water is calm.
5. After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.
6. The trees are flourishing and the springs are beginning to trickle.
7. Enjoy reading wonderful articles and analyze doubts.
8. A piece of cold leaf fell into the pool with the autumn wind, making ripples and returning to peace.
9. Looking back to the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine when I returned.
10. If the heart has no material desires, it will be like the autumn sky and the sea; if you sit with a qin and a book, you will become a stone chamber and a mountain.
11. The body is like a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror stand. Always brush it diligently to avoid dust. Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the beginning, so how can it cause dust.
12. Take advantage of the summer coolness by spreading your hair, and sleep in the open shade.
13. The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth.
14. The prime years will never come again, and the morning will never come again.
15. The mountains are clear and bitter, and it rains at dusk.
16. Sitting alone in the dark bamboo, playing the piano and roaring. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
17. Only the cool breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains can be heard as sounds by the ears, and the colors can be seen by the eyes.
18. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
19. The horse is like flying when returning from admiring the flowers. The horse is like flying when the wine is weak. When the wine is weak, it is already dusk. When it wakes up, it is already dusk. 4. Poems about tranquility
Die Lianhua, who has been abandoned for a long time in leisurely love, every spring comes, the melancholy is still there. I often get sick and drink in front of the flowers every day, and I don’t stop looking at the beautiful face in the mirror. Qingwu Embankment by the river Going up to the willow tree, I asked about new worries, why do they happen every year? The wind fills the sleeves of the independent bridge, and the new moon people in the flat forest return. After the spring farewell in the Yulou, I don’t know whether you are far or near, and the eyes are desolate and boring. Gradually, there are no books, and the water is wide and the fish sink. In the deep night, the wind blows the autumn rhythm. , Ten thousand leaves and a thousand sounds are all hate. Therefore, I look for it in a dream with a single pillow, and the dream does not turn into a lamp and embers. The courtyard of butterfly love flower is a few deep, the willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are countless. The jade-carved saddle is wandering around the place, the building Zhangtai Road is nowhere to be seen. It’s rainy and windy at the end of March, and the door is closed at dusk. There’s no way to stay in the spring. I ask the flowers with tears in my eyes without saying a word, and the wild reds fly across the swing. The plum blossoms are withered in the pavilion, and the willows on the stream bridge are thin. The grass is fragrant, the wind is warm and the bridle is shaking. The sorrow of separation is getting further and further away, and the distance is endless like spring water. Every inch of the soft intestine is filled with pink tears. Don't lean on the dangerous railings near the tall buildings. Wherever the flat grass ends, there are spring mountains, and pedestrians are outside the spring mountains. Waves wash over the sand. Let's toast the east wind with wine, and let the love be calm. Weeping willows and purple flowers in the east of Luocheng. We always join hands at that time and travel through the fragrant bushes. We gather and part in a hurry, and this hate is endless. This year's flowers are redder than last year, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be even better. Knowing and Who agrees? Where will Dielianhua go in a few days? Forgetting to come back, I don’t know that spring is about to end. There are hundreds of grasses and thousands of flowers on the cold food road. Whose tree is the incense car tied to? With tears in my eyes, I lean on the building and talk to myself. When the two swallows come, will they meet on the street? The sorrow of spring is like catkins, and Yiyi is nowhere to be found in her dreams. In front of the spring bottle in the Yulou, I planned to say the date of my return, but Chunrong swallowed it miserably before saying anything. There is love and infatuation in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. Don't renovate the song when you leave. The song can teach the intestines to knot. I have to see all the Luoyang flowers, and the spring breeze is easy to say goodbye. The young man traveled to Lanqian for twelve years alone to rely on the spring, and the clear blue sky reached the clouds. Thousands of miles away, in February and March, his appearance was miserable. . On the Xiejia Pond, beside the Yangtze River, one chants one's soul and departs from the soul. The sparse raindrops in the dusk bring special memories to Wang and his grandson. The rain falls on the Qinglei Pond outside the Linjiang Immortal Pond, with the sound of raindrops breaking lotuses, and the bright rainbow in the west corner of the small building. , leaning against the balcony, waiting for the moon to shine. Swallows fly to peek at the painted building, the jade hook hangs down the curtain, the cool wave does not move, the mat is flat, the water is fine on the double pillow, and there is a fallen hairpin horizontally. Butterflies fall in love with the flower surface, and the flower wind swirls down. The willows are rippling, the smoke is deep, and the snow catkins are flying back and forth. After the rain, the light cold still lingers, and spring sorrow and alcohol sickness turn into melancholy. The pillow is surrounded by green waves, green quilts, lanterns, and the night sky faces each other. When I feel lonely, I am wearing a embroidered mantle, and the moon is shining in the pear blossoms Above. Picking mulberry seeds in a short boat on the West Lake, with meandering green water, long embankments of fragrant grass, and faint music and music everywhere. The windless water surface is smooth with glass, and you don't feel the boat moving, ripples are moving slightly, and sandbirds fly to the shore to pick mulberry seeds in the deep spring. The rain has passed by the West Lake. The flowers are blooming, the butterflies are noisy and the bees are noisy. The sunny day makes the flowers warm and warm. The orchids are painting the boat slowly, they are suspected to be gods. The waves are reflected back, the water is broad and the wind is soaring. The mulberries are picked and the boats are loaded with wine. The West Lake is good, with urgent pipes and complicated strings, the jade lamp urges the transmission, and the steady and smooth waves allow people to sleep drunkenly. The moving clouds are under the rowing boat, and the clear water in the sky is lingering up and down. It is suspected that there is a special sky in the lake. After picking mulberry seeds and the fragrance, the West Lake is good, the wolf The leaves are red, the catkins are flying, and the weeping willow railings are dry and the wind is gone. The tourists have dispersed, and the spring sky is finally felt. The curtains are lowered, and the swallows return in the drizzle. Who can pick mulberries and appreciate the beauty of the West Lake? There is no time for beautiful scenery, flying Gai chases each other, greedy and drunken jade among the flowers.
Who would have known that in the quiet place, the fragrant grass is slanting, the water is far away, the smoke is faint, and the egrets are flying in Cangzhou. It’s good to go up to the West Lake to pick mulberry seeds during the Qingming Festival. It’s prosperous everywhere, fighting for who’s house, and the green willows and red wheels are walking away. Tin carriages. Tourists are leaving at dusk, sober and noisy. The road turns and the dike slopes, and there are always flowers until the top of the city. The West Lake is beautiful after picking mulberries and lotus blossoms. When the wine comes, no flags are used, and red buildings and green covers are followed in front and behind. Painting boats Deep into the flowers, the fragrance is golden, the mist and rain are light, and I return drunk with Sheng songs. The sky is beautiful, the water is beautiful, the West Lake is beautiful, the clouds are fresh, the gulls and herons are sleeping, and you should be used to listening to orchestral music. The wind is clear and the moon is white, which is more suitable. At night, there is a Qiongtian. Whoever admires the Luan is like an immortal in the boat. I am picking mulberry seeds and the sunset is shining on the West Lake. Huawu Pingting, ten hectares of waves are flat, and there is no boat on the wild bank. The floating clouds are scattered in the southwest moon, and the Xuanjing is beautiful. Liangsheng, the fragrance of lotus root is clear, and the wind on the water surface wakes up with wine. I have been picking mulberry seeds all my life because I love the West Lake. I come here to support the red wheel, and the clouds of wealth and wealth look up to the twenty-year spring. The return is just like the crane from Liaodong, and the people in the city are all new to the eye. Meet the old owner. When Ruan Lang returned to Nanyuan for an outing in the middle of spring, the wind was gentle and the horses neighed, the green plums were like beans and willows were like eyebrows, and butterflies were flying as the day grew. The dew was heavy, the grass smoke was low, the curtains were hanging down, and people were sleeping on the swings undressing their clothes. , Painting beams with two swallows perched on. Nan Gezi's phoenix bun with gold mud, comb with jade palms with dragon patterns, laughing and supporting each other under the window when coming and going, the love and thrush are as deep as the time. I have been leaning against the person for a long time with my pen, trying my hand at tracing flowers, and I can't stop embroidering at leisure. During the time, I laughed and asked how the word "Mandarin Duck" came into being. The Linjiang Immortal remembered that the Jinluan sang together, and the country prospered in the spring breeze. Now the old man is far away from the world, and the road has been divergent for ten years, and the flowers in the Qujiang River have been lost. I heard that Langshan is connected to Langyuan, and the building Jun's house is nowhere to be seen in the lonely city. The cold sun is slowly setting in the lonely city. The sorrow of separation is hard to end. The mangroves are far away with clouds. The cranes soar into the sky and the plum blossoms fade, and the willows drag gold. The fragrance fills the old garden. The weather for flower gardening is semi-sunny and overcast, but the flowers are good but the sadness is deep. Flowers Countless, countless worries, flowers are good but spring is gone. Wear flowers and wine to wish the east wind, don't be in a hurry. Acacia apples fill the stream, and willows surround the embankment, sending passers-by to the west of the stream. When they return, the moon is low. The smoke is falling, the wind is falling. Desolate, relying heavily on the red door to listen to the horses neighing, and the cold gulls flying relative to each other. The flowers of Sauvignon Blanc are like Yi, and the willows are like Yi. When the young people part with flowers and willows, they bow their heads and shed tears. To the east of the Yangtze River, to the west of the Yangtze River, mandarin ducks fly in two places on both sides of the Yangtze River. I don’t know when they will meet. . Visitors on the Huanxi sand embankment chase painted boats, patting the spring water hanging from the sky, and swinging out of the green poplar building. Don’t laugh at the white-haired and flower-wearing gentleman. The six-yaoyao destroyer is frequently heard, and life is like in front of a bottle. Tell your heartfelt feelings. The curtains are lightly frosted in the morning, Touching your hands to test the plum blossom makeup, it is all because of your own hatred, so the painting is far away and the mountains are long. Thinking about the past, cherishing the fragrance, it is easy to get hurt. When imitating a song, you are restrained first, and when you want to smile, you are frowning, which is the most heart-breaking. Pingshan railing in Zhongcuo Relying on the clear sky, the mountain scenery is beautiful. Hand-planting weeping willows in front of the hall, don't miss a few spring breezes. Write a prefect, write thousands of words. Drink a thousand bells. Having fun is a young man, looking at the old man in front of the bottle. Today's trip to the North Pond on the beach, rippling The boat is floating, the waves are shining, the willow branches are soft, like this, spring comes and goes, and the head turns white. A good prostitute has a good singing voice, and she can't rest until she is drunk. I advise you to drink a lot of gold pot, even if the flower is often sick and drunk, it is still romantic. The fisherman is proud of the lotus leaves and the green fields. Looking at the water, a solitary boat is pulled under the shade of flowers. Last night, the rain fell, and I was worried and sleepless. In the morning, I felt the west wind blowing again. The rain shook and the wind shook the golden pistils to pieces. The fragrant houses were green on the albizia branches. Lotus seeds and people often live together. Good intentions are always suffering in the heart. Decrease the word magnolia and leave with sadness. If the sky has feelings, the sky will also grow old.
What does this mean? As thin as light silk and as thin as waves.
The side of the boat. Maple leaves and flowers bloom in autumn.
Think about the past. The human world must be compared to the dream world.
Sheng Chazi On the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. When the moon reaches the top of the willow tree, people meet at dusk.
On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I can't see anyone from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are filled with tears.