A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
A man knows his companion in a long journey and an inn.
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Liu Yang has long dikes everywhere, and Huaming Road has not been lost.
The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones.
I used to know Shansi Road, but I stayed at home. Farewell to the viceroy and go to Shu to take up his post.
Author: Wang Bo
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.
If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Looking at Wan Li Road in the distance, the lucky stars are shining all over the world.
What I reported is that the road is long, and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry.
The four seas churn clouds and waterways, and the five continents shake the wind and thunder. Ma Yin really hates knowing the way, and cicadas can still be heard.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
I have been thinking about breaking the world of mortals all my life, and my sword is hidden in Xuan Lu.
Split the road of life and death with both hands and cut off the root of right and wrong with one knife. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Looking at Wan Li Road in the distance, the lucky stars are shining all over the world.
What I reported is that the road is long, and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry.
The four seas churn clouds and waterways, and the five continents shake the wind and thunder.
The moon is leisurely and the night is long and the mountains are numerous.
At present, the frost on Dongmen Road is heavy, and the monthly loss of Hengtang is long.
2. Poems about Road, Road
Cobwebs are densely covered in urban and rural areas, and the heavy responsibility lies on the shoulders, busy day and night.
After seeing off the feelings of poverty, the banquets at the dinner seemed to be full of interest.
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The great changes in China are generous.
The narrow path leads to the high speed, and the narrow path leads to the vast.
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China, Wan Li, is full of rivers and mountains, and there are obstacles on the way.
There is no shortcut to the top, you can climb bravely in the snow.
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Leveling ditches and ridges is always difficult.
Stumbling is meaningless, but there is no feeling in the twists and turns.
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Stretching for thousands of lines, the right path is nine.
If you don't cover your eyes with floating clouds, Yangguan Avenue is happy.
3. The famous sayings and poems about "Road" all lead to Rome.
There is no road in the world, but more people will become roads-Lu Xun.
Go your own way and let others talk-Dante
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan Xi, and each goes his own way-as the saying goes.
There is a Road to Diligence in Shushan —— Ancient Poems
The power of the horse is well known, but as time goes by, people will see it-proverb
Xiu Yuan has a long way to go, and I will go up and down-Qu Yuan.
1. I hope it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's like a road on the ground. In fact, there is no road on the ground. If there are more people walking, it will become a road. (Lu Xun)
2. There are roads in Shushan, and there is no limit to learning the sea.
3. The road is long, and I will go up and down. (Qu Yuan)
1) Then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only his hoofprint. (Cen Can)
(2) There is no road in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village. (land travel)
(3) Castle Peak fills the air, and there is no doubt that Qian Fan looms suddenly. (Wang Anshi)
(4) Every year, seeing off guests on Hengtang Road and painting boats in drizzle. (Fan Chengda)
I advise you not to carve stubborn stones, the population on the road is like a monument. (Volume 17)
6. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. (Du Mu)
⑦ Being a wild old man is no longer responsible, and refugees on the road are finally tempted. (land travel)
⑧ The clouds open the Thousand Peaks of Wuxia, and the road turns to Bajiang. (Wu Bentai)
He sometimes sells melons grown in his garden by the roadside and sometimes plants some willows in his secluded place. (Wang Wei)
Attending the climbing road, if you can't get up, you will fall into a trough. (Han Yu)
4. What are the poems about Lu? Author: Wang Bo, on the wall around the third district of Qin, five rivers are merged into one river by a layer of fog.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place.
If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Looking at Wan Li Road in the distance, the lucky stars are shining all over the world. What I reported is that the road is long, and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry.
The four seas churn clouds and waterways, and the five continents shake the wind and thunder. The moon is leisurely and the night is long and the mountains are numerous.
At present, the frost on Dongmen Road is heavy, and the monthly loss of Hengtang is long. There is still a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down! Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you! Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road.
Liu Yang has long dikes everywhere, and Huaming Road has not been lost. The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones.
I used to know Shansi Road, but I stayed at home. Ma Yin really hates knowing the way, and cicadas can still be heard.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. I have been thinking about breaking the world of mortals all my life, and my sword is hidden in Xuan Lu.
Split the road of life and death with both hands and cut off the root of right and wrong with one knife.
5. The ancient poems of the deceased along the way to mourn the deceased are: 1, Su Shi's Dream on the 20th of the First Month of Jiang in the Song Dynasty. Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I will never forget it.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. It's been ten years since I said goodbye to you, but it's still hard to look at each other after all.
Thousands of miles away, that lonely grave has nowhere to pour out its sadness to you. Even if the husband and wife met, you wouldn't recognize me. I'm covered in dust and my temples are like frost.
Last night, I dreamed of going back to my hometown, and you were dressing in front of the cabin window. You and I are silent and sad, only tears flow thousands of lines.
It is expected that the place where I missed her in the past was on the short Songshan Mountain on a bright moon night. 2. Three Mourning Poems by Pan An in the Western Jin Dynasty (I). As time goes by, winter goes and spring comes, and the cold and summer suddenly change.
The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever. Who can obey in private? What are the benefits of staying for a long time? I am ready to serve my life and return to my original service.
Looking at Lou, thinking about this person, thinking about the experience in the room. There is nothing on the picture, but there are traces of calligraphy.
The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall. Disappointment seems to exist, and the return is shocking.
Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, it only lives once. If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.
The spring breeze is coming and the dressing gown is dripping. When will you forget to sleep? Worry is growing day by day.
When you are weak, you can still attack. Time goes by, winter goes to spring, and you go to the blue sky and the yellow earth, and layers of soil will separate us forever.
I'm also ambivalent about going or not. I wanted to stay here, but you left. What's the use of staying here? Reluctantly obey the imperial order, come to their senses and return to their original places. Looking at the house where we lived together, I thought of you and your experience when I walked in. However, I will never see you between the curtains and the screen again.
But the remains of your pen and ink hanging on the wall are still charming and fragrant. In a trance, you are still by my side. I didn't realize that you had left me until I saw your legacy hanging on the wall. I'm disappointed and a little scared.
We are like Hanlin birds, and now I am the only one left; Like a flounder swimming together in a small river, it's hard for me to go any further without you. Winter goes and spring comes, and cold and heat change. Suddenly, your anniversary has passed.
It's spring breeze again, and the morning light dripping under the eaves makes people sad and sleepless. When will deep sadness disappear? Like the drizzle in March, it is endless and refreshing.
If we want to weaken our sadness, we must follow Zhuang Zhou's example and knock on the earthen basin. 3. In the Song Dynasty, He Zhu's original "Everything is wrong after passing the door": Everything is wrong after passing the door. What do you want to return to? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.
The grass is on the ground and exposed at the beginning. Old habitat and new growth.
Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night? When I come to Suzhou again, I feel that nothing is right. Why can't my wife who came with me come with me? I seem to be a plane tree beaten by frost, half dead; Like a naked mandarin duck without a companion, lonely and tired.
Dewdrops on the green grass have just dried on the Yuan Ye. I wander in the bedroom where I used to live together, and I wander in the new grave on the ridge.
Lying in an empty bed, listening to the biting wind and rain outside the window added a lot of sadness. Who will burn the midnight oil to mend my clothes in the future! 4. Three Mourning Poems of Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty (Part II) Original: I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years are I missing now? .
No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain. Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.
However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow. Doing nothing, sad for you, sighing for me. Life is short and a hundred years is long! Deng You's childlessness is fate, and Pan Yuebai mourns his wife.
Even if we can be buried together, we can't talk about feelings. What an illusory hope it is to become attached to the afterlife. I can only miss you all night with my eyes open to repay your eyebrows that you can't stretch out all your life.
5. The original of Bai Juyi's "Mourning for the Snow Terrace" in the Tang Dynasty: Wu Tong, a half-dead old sick man, is worried about spring. I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, and it was cold in the month, and no one was there.
On one side is a dying plane tree, and on the other side is a long-term sick body. Whenever I think of going to the grave after death, I feel sad. In the evening, I took my young son back to my hometown, and I didn't see anyone in the empty house in the cold moonlight.
6. In the Song Dynasty, Lu You wrote Two Poems of Shenyuan (Part Two). Original: After forty years of dreams, the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
She has been dead for more than forty years, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to spit cotton. I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.
7. In the Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde's "Golden Melody, Feelings of a Dead Woman's Death" Original: When was this hate? Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers.
I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless.
Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it.
If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on.
I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse. When it's over, he'll know himself.
I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again. Clear tears, confetti.
When will this sadness end? The drizzle dripping on the empty steps finally stopped, and the night was very cold, which was a good weather for burying flowers. It has been three years since you left me. Even if it was a big dream, you should have woken up long ago.
You must think there is no interest in the world. It is not as good as a grave buried deep in the ground. Although empty, it can bury all the worries. You did go to that clean place, and the agreement that we would never leave was abandoned by you.
If only I could send a letter to the grave, so that I can know how you have been these years and who is taking care of you. It's late at night, I'm still tossing and turning, I can't sleep, and I can't bear to listen to their second wife's discussion.
I'll be friends again in the afterlife, and I'm afraid of the afterlife, but I still can't be together. Now, my tears have run out, and the paper money is burned to ashes, erratic.
8. In the Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde's "Inscription of Nanxiangzi as a Dead Woman" Original: Tears are silent, only regretting the past. Relying on Dan Qing to save knowledge, Ying Ying was very sad.
6. Poems describing Lu Yuan The poems describing Lu Yuan in ancient times are:
1, Bashan road night book.
Tang Dynasty: Cui Tu
The journey is in a dangerous place in the distance, on a rugged road, far from the road.
On all sides of the mountains, the snow reflected the cold night, sitting in the candlelight night, I am a stranger here.
Because the farther away from relatives, on the contrary, the closer to employees and servants.
It's hard to get through New Year's Eve in the drift, and tomorrow's update is the new year.
Guests who trudge on the rugged and distant No.3 bus and live in dangerous places thousands of miles away. All around the mountain, the snow reflected the cold night, and before sitting in the candlelight, I was a foreigner. As we get farther and farther away from our relatives, we gradually get closer to the extremely young people and servants. It's hard to look back after wandering on New Year's Eve. Tomorrow is another year.
2. Fairy songs and the Mid-Autumn Festival in Sizhou
Song Dynasty: Facing Bu Zhi
Smoke everywhere, blue sea flying golden mirror. Sleeping in the shadow of laurel trees all night. When it's cold and chaotic, it's far from Beijing, but Lanqiao Road is near.
The crystal curtain does not fall, the mica screen opens, and the beauty powder is cold dipped. When I learned more, I paid for the golden statue and voted for Xiao * * * and Liu Xia. What's more, I took the bed upstairs to see the world making jade and swinging.
Blue smoke covered the shadow of the moon, and a golden mirror flew out of the blue sky. On the empty steps of the long night, there lay the oblique shadows of hanging trees. When the night dew grew cold, Qiu Chan's voice rang in disorder.
Miss Kyoto far away, only the Moon Palace fairyland is near. High-volume crystal curtains, mica screens, and faint pink beauty permeate the coldness of jathyapple. Wait for me a lot of moonlight, pour it into the golden urn, and the clouds will run out until dawn. Then take a Hu bed to the south building, see the world of white jade shops, and enjoy the white and clear autumn.
3. Midnight music, frozen clouds and bleak weather
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
The frozen cloud is bleak, and the boat is a leaf, leaving Zhu Jiang on a whim. Across the valleys and rocks, across the depths of the stream. The raging waves are fading away, the firewood wind is blowing at the beginning, and business travel is calling. The sail was held high. Pan-painted snipe, dancing Nanpu.
Looking at sparkling wine, clusters of smoke villages and rows of frost trees. When the sun went down, the fisherman went home. The defeated lotus flowers are scattered all over the floor, the young poplars are shaded, the banks are in twos and threes, and the girls wander in the sand. Avoid pedestrians and smile shyly.
Because of this, the embroidered pavilion is lightly thrown, and the waves are hard to stay. After the sigh, what is the basis about Ding Ning? Leaving my arms sadly, I hate coming home late that year. I have tears in my eyes, and I am afraid of Lu Jing Road. The sound of breaking the rainbow is far away and the sky is wide.
Cold clouds covered me and the sky was dark. I left Zhu Jiang by boat with great interest. Cross Qian Shan and enter the depths of Ruoye River. The rough waves gradually subsided, the mountain wind suddenly rose, and the voice of businessmen greeting each other came. Sails were hung high, and floats sailed past Nanpu briskly.
Look at the wine flags fluttering in the wind on the shore. A mountain village is shrouded in clouds, and there are several frosty trees near the village. At sunset, the fisherman knocked on the wooden hammer and went home. Withered lotus flowers are scattered all over the floor, and rows of bare willow trees are hidden by the pool. On the shore in twos and threes, a group of girls are dancing. They are avoiding pedestrians and smiling shyly.
At this point, I remembered my thoughts and regretted that I had rashly abandoned the woman in the boudoir, like duckweed drifting in the water. Alas, I wonder when the agreement with her will be fulfilled? The feeling of parting is bleak, but I hate the end of the year, and my way home is blocked. Tears welled up in my eyes, I stared at the distant Capital Road and listened to the lonely voice echoing in the distant dusk.
4. Early Baidicheng
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
In the morning, the morning sun is shining all over the sky, and I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking up from the river, you can see the colorful clouds in Baidicheng, such as among the clouds, and the scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, thousands of miles away, arrived in one day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are constantly echoing. When the ape's crow was still ringing in his ears, the brisk boat had crossed the endless mountains.
5. Plug it up
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
I want to go to the border crossing by bike, and the country I pass by has passed my residence. Thousands of miles of cornices also floated out of Sai Han, and the geese heading north soared in the sky. Solitary smoke goes straight to the vast desert, and the sunset on the endless Yellow River is round. When you meet detective knight in Xiaoguan, tell me that Duhu is already in Yanran.