2. Poems about desolation 1. "Nanling children don't go to Beijing"
Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
When I came back from the mountain, the liquor was maturing, and the yellow chicken grew fat in the autumn of grain.
Calling the boys to stew yellow chicken for me, the children shouted my cotton cloth with a smile.
Qing Qing Shuang sang drunk to comfort, drunk dancing won the glory in autumn and dusk.
The king of great powers struggled for a long time and rushed to the ground to catch up.
Quidditch's fool looked down on poor Zhu Maichen, and now I have left my hometown to go to Chang 'an and go to Qin in the west.
I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time?
Second, "after graduation"
Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty
I used to be dirty and didn't like to brag.
At present, I am extravagant.
Keywords spring breeze, horseshoe disease,
See all the Chang 'an flowers in one day.
Third, "Langtaosha Ridge and Louis failed"
Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty
Both Yi and Lu failed. They both experienced poverty.
One is a fisherman and the other is a farmer.
If you hadn't met at that time, you would be a hero.
Tang Wu meets, and the wind is like a tiger and a dragon.
Wang Xing was just joking.
Until now, thousands of years later, who will compete with you!
Fourth, "move to the left to show the grandnephew's item"
Han Yu in Tang Dynasty
A letter played in the sky,
Eight thousand Chaozhou Road in the evening.
If you want to kill the wise,
Willing to decline and cherish the old.
Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling,
The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress.
You should be interested to know that you are far away.
So my bones can be collected by the river.
Five, "climb the Liuzhou Tower and send Zhang Tingfeng to four states"
Liu Zongyuan in Tang Dynasty
On the tower at the end of the town, the wilderness began.
Our longing is as far away as the ocean and the sky.
The hibiscus flowers beside the moat are swaying in the sudden wind.
The oblique rain whipped the vines on the wall.
You can't see anything but fuzzy Woods and mountains three hundred miles away.
The nine rings of the river are intertwined in our intestines.
* * * Come to Baiyue tattoo,
There is not even a letter. Let's keep in touch with our family.
Sixth, "Late Autumn in Qi 'an County"
Du Mu in Tang Dynasty
The wind on Lu 'an is coming, and the shadow is getting thinner and thinner.
Make your home like a wild place to live.
Clouds are still in the state of water,
Whispering and singing are also very comfortable.
After the rain is dark and the light is scattered,
It is the beginning of lonely pillow geese.
Pity red cliff, strive for the male crossing,
Only the gun man sat fishing.
3. I want to know why my golden harp has fifty strings, each with a flower-like string and a youthful interval. In daydreaming, Saint Zhuangzi was fascinated by butterflies, and the spring heart of the emperor and king cried in the cuckoo. Mermaids cried their pearl-like tears in the moon-like green ocean, and the blue fields breathed their jadeite to the sun. The moment that should have lasted forever came and gone unconsciously. The spring rain lies in the white coat of the Spring Festival, and the white door is sparse and many violations. The red chamber is sheltered from the cold through the rain, and the pearls and foils float alone. The long road should be filled with spring worries, and the night can still dream. How to seal the jade? I see a lonely goose in a cloud of three thousand miles, nameless and sad, deeply buried in Mochou Hall, and ecstatic for the whole night. Angels' life is nothing but dreams. If they don't have a lover to enter their room? Storms ravage nut horns, and the moon dew moistens cinnamon leaves. I know very well that this kind of love will have no result, no prejudice, and melancholy is frivolous. You said you would come, but you didn't. You didn't leave me any other traces. It's five o'clock, in the moonlight-filled building. Dreams are far away, but it's hard to cry, and books make ink. Wax shines on the golden emerald in a half cage, and musk embroiders hibiscus. Liu Lang already hates Pengshan. And you're on the other side, 10 thousand peaks away Untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted, and the east wind rose and flowers fell. In spring, silkworms weave until they die, candles turn to ashes, and tears begin to dry up. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . Untitled a misty rain blew from the east, and there was a light thunder outside the lotus pond. The golden toad locks the incense, and the jade tiger ties the well. Jia Hua peeps at the curtain and concubines leave pillows. Wei. Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? . Untitled a wisp of faint phoenix tail yarn, the fragrance is multiplied, and the Biwen dome meets the night. Will your shy face stare at a moon-shaped fan, and will your voice drown out the rattle of my carriage? . Once lonely and fragrant. How far can pomegranate flowers whisper? I tied my horse to a willow and waited for the southwest wind. Untitled last night, the stars, the wind, the west of the studio and the east of the Guitang, although without the wings of Cai Feng, the heart repeatedly touches the rhinoceros. Every other seat, send a hook to warm the spring. There, one after another, we roll the dice under the crimson light until a drum rolls. Alas, call me to perform my duties. I ride my horse like a drifting water plant. Stay at the Roche Pavilion and send a message to the Bamboo Pier in Cui Yong. Dust-free water is clear, and acacia meets the city. Autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving residual lotus to listen to the rain. A note to a friend in the north on a rainy night asks if the return date has not arrived, and the rain rises in the autumn pool in the evening. Why do you want to cut candles at the west window? Speaking of late rain, I think of the poem Baodao. My road has been tortuous for many years, and now the yellow leaves are shaky by the strong wind. However, orchestral strings and fiddling make the blue room happy. On the surface, I seem to be happy for new people, but I am destined to leave my old friends behind. I sincerely shout for Xinfeng wine in the midst of all kinds of worries. Cicada is puzzled, and it is useless to hate noise again. Even when it is more sparse, a tree is heartless. The official work is still relatively extensive, so the garden is flat. I am most worried about you, and I know my family. The guests went to the heights, and the flowers in the small garden flew around .. escorting the sunset like a dancer. Oh, how can I bear to sweep them away? For a sad watchman, they will never come back. The fragrance of the heart runs out with the end of spring, leaving nothing but a robe stained with tears. Liang Si, you are gone. The river is high in front of my house, and cicadas are silent on the branches wet with dew. This is the moment when thoughts enter the depths. With their own feet, Beidou is far away in spring and Nanling is late. The end of the world is a dream, and there is new knowledge in doubt. It is more important than the white stone of Notre Dame. Spring dreams and rains often float, and the spirit wind does not satisfy the flag all day long. Sepals bloom. When Dulanxiang was gone, Yu Lang came here to learn about Li Xiannian and asked Rixu about Zizhi. Undoubtedly, where to mourn the guzheng is an urgent problem to be solved. Cherry blossoms Yongxiang Yang Anye's old lady is married or not to sell. On March 30, Princess Liyang was fourteen years old. After the Qingming Festival, she returned to the exhibition with the wall, and Stefanie Liang heard a sigh. There is no doubt that Fu Xie's family is the last stream of the old line, and now Song belongs to Tan Lang. How can a charming girl with a left home expect it? It's hard to get rid of her worries. The west wind is long in Wan Li. On July 29, I let the family dinner be like dew, the wind returned to the pond, and bamboo was sad. The floating world was originally crowded and scattered, and everything was left behind. You can only see the light in your dreams, and you can only know the wine when you fall into the world. How can you grow old, Songyangsong? There are no trees on the girl's bed. When the stars sink to the bottom of the sea, you can see them from the window, when the rain passes through the source of the river. If Zhu Xiao is bright and clear, a tree will grow in good water. 1 1 in the middle of the month, I will see the plum blossoms in Fufeng winding, which is not timely and fragrant. Su E is only with the moon, and young girls won't forgive Frost. Give someone a hand, and your heart will break. Who will be the morning show? Don't be a lady. Living far away, books are dreams, and only empty beds are the enemies of autumn. Moss mangroves are scattered in the rain, and the moon is sad. The sun shines on the screen window, the wind shakes the door, and the incense sticks to the spring. The cloister is surrounded by loneliness, and the blue parrot faces the red rose. Two pieces of willow (1) are temporarily given away from the pavilion, no worries. Spring breeze strives to cherish the long street. When you leave the pavilion, give two willows (the second branch). Whenever there is smoke and fog, thousands of things fall down. In order to report the pedestrians to rest, half of them stayed to see them off and welcome them back. Give two songs (the first one) on their behalf. Upstairs, I want to rest at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook. Bananas don't show lilac festival, but they are worried that the spring breeze is in the same direction. Chu Yin left the palace on the mountain and went upstairs. The river flowed in front of the palace. Song Yu is not worried, just worried about herself. Galaxy blowing sheng hopes that the Galaxy will blow Yusheng, and the cold courtyard in the building will be cold and bright. I dreamed that the next year would be over, and all the other trees were holding females last night. The moon pavilion is so fragrant because of the rain, the wind curtain is so clear, and the candle is frosted. You don't have to make waves to build a mountain. Qin Xiao has his own feelings. The setting sun is deep in the city, and the spring is beautiful. God has mercy on the grass. Go downtown and go upstairs. I don't know where Gu Hong is going, but I don't know where my life is. I am drunk, looking for incense, but I am sleepy by the tree. After waking up in the middle of the night, I will light a red candle to enjoy the residual flowers. Spring is at the end of the world, and the end of the world is oblique. If there are tears, birds will cry into the highest wet flower. Every day, the spring is beautiful, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant on the inclined road in the mountain city. I can get it when I'm in a daze. I've been thinking about that storm all day. There are countless traces on the bamboo in Xiangjiang River, many of which were sprinkled in front of the first monument. People go to Qiu Zi, soldiers stay up all night listening to music. When I arrived at Bashuiqiao, I asked, but I didn't send Yuke in my blue robe. Tramps are floating in the uneven waves, and they can't bear to cross the street. No matter how clever they are, they have no intention, and their moments are not necessarily good. It's sunny in the morning and sunny at night. When Chu women are interested, the color is cold. It started to rain in Mao Mao, and it was a little cold at night. It's cold outside the window, and the yard is empty and close to the water. Because of the infinite beauty of the cloud screen, Fengcheng is afraid of spring night. Marrying a rich husband for no reason made Xiang Si live up to his early expectations. I have never visited this mountain for a day. Kong Wen's midnight ghost lamented. Jade does not return to the whole city, and the Jade Palace is still divided into Yuan Bo. When I am dead, I still remember the smell of Huating crane, and I am always worried about the crying bronze camel of the royal family. Although the eternal land has changed its mind, it is not much worse than the injury in spring. The flowers in the first month keep the house tightly locked, covered with green moss, and the pavilion in the cloister lingers here. The prophet is dizzy, but the cold flowers still bloom. The bat blew open the curtain and finally showed it.
4. Poems about desolation 1. "Nanling children don't go to Beijing." In the Tang Dynasty, Li Baixin boiled wine and returned to the mountains. The yellow chicken pecked the millet and the autumn fat.
Calling the boys to stew yellow chicken for me, the children shouted my cotton cloth with a smile. Qing Qing Shuang sang drunk to comfort, drunk dancing won the glory in autumn and dusk.
The king of great powers struggled for a long time and rushed to the ground to catch up. Quidditch's fool looked down on poor Zhu Maichen, and now I have left my hometown to go to Chang 'an and go to Qin in the west.
I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time? Second, "after graduation", Meng Jiao in the Tang Dynasty was once filthy and boastful, but now he is extravagant.
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day. Third, "Lang Ling Two Declining Weng" In the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi was born in poverty.
One is a fisherman and the other is a farmer. If you hadn't met at that time, you would be a hero.
Tang Wu meets, and the wind is like a tiger and a dragon. Wang Xing was just joking.
Until now, thousands of years later, who will compete with you! Fourth, "Moving Left to Languan to Show Grandnephew Sun Xiang" Han Yu wrote a letter in the morning in the Tang Dynasty, and dropped 8,000 in Chaozhou Road in the evening. If you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you are willing to decline and cherish the old.
Where is the hometown of Qinling Mountains? Snow blocked the blue horse. Knowing that you came all the way, you should have done it on purpose so that I could collect the bones by the river.
Five, "Climb Liuzhou Tower, Send Zhang Ting, Seal Four States" In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Zongyuan, at the end of this town, on the towering tower where the wilderness began, our vision is as far away as the ocean or the sky. The hibiscus flowers beside the moat are swaying in the sudden wind, and the oblique rain is beating the vines on the wall.
We can't see anything beyond 300 miles, except vague Woods and mountains, and there are nine rivers winding in our stomachs. * * * Come to Baiyue tattoo, don't even want a letter, let's keep in touch with home.
Sixth, "Late Autumn in Qi 'an County" In the Tang Dynasty, the wind blowing from Lu 'an, Du Mu, gradually faded away, making your family like a savage. Clouds and flowing water are still admirable, and whistling and singing are also pleasant.
After the rain is over, the wine wakes the lonely pillow geese. Poor red cliff is competing for the male crossing, and only Kun Weng is fishing.
5. Looking for, sad poems, butterfly lovers, remote night pavilions, leisurely strolling, and gradually feeling hurt in spring; The rain stopped and the wind stopped, and the hazy moonlight clouds came and went. Peach and plum are black in spring. Who is whispering in the swing and laughter? There are many hearts, and there is no place to arrange them on earth. The rain outside the sand curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luo Yi can't stand the cold for five miles. I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, but I am insatiable all day. I'm not alone! The vast mountains and rivers are easier to see when it is difficult than when it is not difficult. The flowing water fades and spring comes, and heaven and earth also. It is too hasty to see Lin Huanhua wither in spring, but it is helpless to come in the cold rain and come in the evening breeze.
When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Natural people hate water when they grow up! If you have nothing to say when you meet each other, you will go to the West Building alone. The moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. Constant cutting and rational confusion are the feelings of parting, especially the general taste. When is the autumn moon in the young woman's spring flowers? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the countryside in the moonlight was terrible. The carved stone fence and jade should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed it. I wonder how sad you can be, just like a river flowing eastward. What is the limit of ecstasy alone! The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes. Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny.
The past is empty, still like a dream. Sauvignon Blanc has two mountains, 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. It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled.
Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow. You can't sit on an equal footing.
The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.
In the past 40 years, the country has been home, and the mountains and rivers are three thousand miles. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi.
I've known him several times. Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time.
The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and there is still a farewell song in the teaching workshop. Tears for Gong E.
The past of Langtaosha is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind.
The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long? Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms.
I want to see the shadow of the jade palace and the pool, and the sky shines on Qinhuai! It's heartbreaking that qingping music doesn't come to the spring half. 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.
Huanxi yarn turns into a candle, floating like a dream. If you want to find the past and make people sad, God's wish is against your body. The moon pool is empty and the pavilions are shaded by flowers, so you will not hesitate to take more clothes when you board the ship.
After Xie Xinen left Airbus, the painting hall was half-hidden, and Lin Feng was tired at night. The crescent moon in the small building looks back from the fiber.
In Chunguang Town, people go to the empty building and people go to the old building. Why hate the poor? The golden window is sleepy and unintentional. A strong flute woke up graceful.
He is the twelfth brother of the king of Zheng. The east wind blows water and enjoys it in spring. Lovelorn, drunk, drunk in my dream.
Her voice is silent and she doesn't make up at night. Who should make the whole thing beautiful? I miss Zhu Yan and live alone at dusk. The wind in Yu Meiren has returned to the yard, and the willow eye continues.
With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon. The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over.
Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow. Three sets make you sleepless, get dressed and go out.
The autumn moon is cold and bamboo is cold, and the night wind cuts the window. The red sun in Huanxisha is three feet high, and the golden furnace adds fragrance to the beast twice, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles step by step.
Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can smell flute and drum. In Lou Yu's evening makeup in spring, bright muscles appear, and moths file in the Spring Hall.
Feng Xiao blew away the water and clouds, and pressed the song of dress. Who smells better in the wind, drunk.
Don't dye the candles red when you come back, until you step on a horseshoe to clear jathyapple. To make matters worse, the broom and the hairpin, with pink faces, met temporarily among the flowers.
Know what I mean, sympathize with you, you must ask for it. Fragrance is an ear, wax is a tear, like the hearts of two people.
Pillow fatigue, kam cold, sleep more disabled. Bodhisattva, the moon is bright and the fog is light. Just go to Lang's side today! Step by step, step by step, holding golden shoes.
See you at the south bank of the gallery, always shivering. It's hard for slaves to come out, but you can be merciful.
Penglai courtyard is also closed to the Tiantai girl, and the painting hall sleeps day and night. Cui Yunguang threw the pillow and embroidered clothes smelled strange fragrance.
The hidden beads lock and move, feeling the dream of the silver screen. With a slow smile on his face, he looks forward to it infinitely.
Copper spring rhyme is crisp and powerful, and the new sound is slow and fine. Eyes are black, eyes are flowing.
Rain clouds are deeply embroidered, and when they come, they will be harmonious. The banquet was empty again, and the migrating Yinger Xiaoyue fell down in the dream, speechless and leaning on the pillow.
Dream back to the grass and think of Yi Yi, the sky is far away and the geese are rare. The warblers are whispering, the flowers are scattered, and the solitary painting hall is deep in the courtyard.
Red Hugh swept Iraq and left it to the dancers to return. Sauvignon Blanc has clouds, jade has shuttles, shirts are thin and snails are light.
There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three bananas outside the curtain, and the night is long. I just put on my evening makeup, so I will pay more attention to my heavy sandalwood. Show people a lilac, sing a clear song, and temporarily lead the cherry to break.
The sleeves are dark in color, and the cup is deeply swirled by the fragrant mash. Embroidered bed leans on jiao without that, chewing red velvet and laughing.
It is better to look at the flowers than to wait for the old branches. The light green jade is soft and clear, and the surface of the floating lamp is clear.
Why don't you always smile and ban the garden for the Spring Festival Evening? The drunkard's intention is not wine, but poetry has become an industry.
Backyard flowers broken Yushu backyard, Yao grass makeup mirror. Last year's flowers were not old, but they are round again this month.
Impartiality, harmony between the flowers and the moon, and heaven teaches teenagers. (or for Feng Yansi) The fisherman's waves are full of snow, and the peaches and plums are silent.
A pot of wine and a rod of nylon. How many people are there in the world? Another spring breeze, a boat, a cocoon and a light hook. Flowers are full of Zhu, wine is full of Europe, and you are comfortable in the waves.
There are even more leaking willows, fine spring rains and leaking flowers. Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge.
The fragrance is thin, the curtain is heavy, and Xie Ting is melancholy. Red candle on the back, embroidered, long dream without knowing.
Willow branches are getting old and ashamed of spring, and the soul feels old everywhere; Thank you, long street seems to know each other, and forced the smoke ear to brush his head. Before Ruan Langgui went to Sangting, he chased Chunhong and Yinghong and danced.
When it rains in Mao Mao, it will open temporarily if you don't put down your eyebrows. The green window is quiet and fragrant, and the fragrance is printed into ash.
Can endure feelings, want to sleep and dream. Practice makes the deep courtyard quiet, the small courtyard empty and the cold anvil blows intermittently.
But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain. The juggler's hair is messy, his evening makeup is incomplete, and his eyebrows are gone with hatred.
Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears? Mulberries were picked late to attack the golden well phoenix tree, and several trees were shocked in autumn. Rain brings new sadness.
A hundred feet of shrimp must be in the jade hook. Joan's window broke through two moths, looking back at the edge, wanting to send scales to swim, and the nine cold waves did not flow back.
Sauvignon Blanc has two mountains, 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.
Shane Qin Lou didn't see the blowjob girl, so she went to the garden in her spare time. Pink cherry is low and proud.
Dongfeng is annoyed.
6. What sentences describe "desolation"? 1. I always want others to know my feelings, those heavy, those unspeakable sadness and desolation. However, how can I draw all my life wheels for you on shallow paper? How can I make you understand?
2. It's another rainy day, and it's a bleak winter with light rain. I always think that the sky after the rain is the most beautiful, the people I care about are the best, and there are still many youths waiting for me to squander. But it wasn't until another rainy day that I realized that there were many things I couldn't think of.
3. Ji Jiu stood under the window with a vague expression, no emotion, no bitterness and no resentment. He just stood and listened quietly, and then looked up at the moon in the sky. The moonlight covered his face, and his face was blurred. His edges and corners were painted with a soft light, completely bright and peaceful, but cold and desolate.
On the day when you were away, the moon was full again. I am also lonely, and the chrysanthemum petals in the rain have lost their former elegance. Light rain is also scary. Without you, my life is a blur, and the moonlight on the riverside on a starry night has lost its intoxicating taste, but the melodious music is worrying.
5, the spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, the autumn rain is bleak, and the winter rain is cold; Due to the change of seasons, my mood is different. However, the color of rain is as beautiful as the sound of rain.