1. Death, life, sorrow and joy are both abandoned, right and wrong, gains and losses are paid to idlers. ——"Huhu" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
Original poem: "Huhuhu" I don't know what happiness is left in my life, I wish to take it off without any cause. And the long feathers and big wings like clouds are born in my body, riding on the wind to stir up the Qihe. Abstaining from the floating world, abandoning both life and death, sorrow and joy, right and wrong, gains and losses are paid to idlers.
2. The article tells the story of the ages, knowing the gains and losses. ——Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Occasionally Titled"
Original poem: The article is about eternal events, knowing the gains and losses. The authors are all special, and their reputations never fade away. The scholar has disappeared, but the Han Dynasty is flourishing here. The seniors soared in, and the remaining waves were beautiful. Later sages take over the old ranks, and each dynasty has its own rules and regulations. The Dharma comes from Confucianism, and the heart should never be weak and tired. Yonghuai Jiang Zuoyi, often sick in Ye Zhongqi. The horses and horses are all good, and the horses and horses are good. The wheel has been cut, but the hall is still in loss. There are rumors about latent husbands and false rumors about young women's monuments. Fate and love are soothing and drifting, and illness often moves away. The economy is a long-term strategy, and it is just a false branch. The dust and sand are surrounded by bees and grasshoppers, and the river gorges are surrounded by dragons and dragons. Tang Yuyuan is desolate, and Chu and Han are in danger. The Holy Emperor is also a thief, and the foreigners are even more noisy and mean. Yuyu star sword, green clouds and rain pond. Both capitals opened their offices, and Wan Yu joined the army. The remaining copper pillars in the South China Sea, the east wind avoids the moon branch. The sound book hates the black magpie and screams at the strange bear. Farming is divided into poems, and Chai Jing learns from the soil. Therefore, the white pavilion is hidden in the mountains, and the yellow slope is hidden in the autumn water. I don't dare to ask for good sentences, but I worry about farewell.
3. Although gains and losses are determined by fate, the world is full of dangers and difficulties. ——Liu Jia of the Tang Dynasty, "Sending People to the East and Returning to the East"
Original poem: It is difficult to learn from the past when it comes to learning from the past. I didn't recognize you after seeing the poem, and my doubts arose before Jian'an. There is no home by the sea, and it will be difficult to become the old mountain. Although gains and losses are determined by fate, the world is full of dangers and difficulties. My emperor pursues the ancient style and pays great virtuous people with literary handles. If you are a king at this time, the fruit is in the nail branch. It's a common practice in the world that someone who reaches something late is more expensive than someone who came early. Overnight, the beauty is gone, and despite the illness, the heart is at peace. The place where I live seems to be like Qingming, with new smoke rising from the cold stove. The high-spirited people are lazy and have fun, and the flowers are blooming in front of their servants. Don't stay in floods on your return journey, it means you will arrive in the countryside as expected. The fragrant mash is ripe all around, and thousands of frosty orange trees are growing. I am willing to recall Chang'an night and discuss poetry in the cold wind and snow.
4. There is no way to gain or lose, laugh at him and look like a coward. ——Tang Dynasty Qi Ji's "Jingzhou Sends a Letter to Master Guanwei"
Original poem: I have no time to recall my memories of Songguan in the old studio, and each of them meets the princes and princes. The life clothes are stained with the richness of the sky, and the clothes are still stained with the colors of the ancestors. Acacia cannot save the fire that burns the heart, and the lingering pain cannot move the mountains of the brain. There is no way to win or lose, laugh at him lying high and with a weak face.
5. Gains and losses hurt every moment, prosperity and decline hurt every year. ——"Ten Days Chrysanthemum" by Xue Ying of the Tang Dynasty
Original poem: Yesterday, I bowed in front of me, and everyone enjoyed the fragrance of dawn. See you under the fence today, the setting sun is shining all over the place. It hurts every moment of gain and loss, and hurts every year of prosperity and decline. It's not the same as rotting grass, but it's still more frosty.
6. Gains and losses are just a speck of dust. ——Zhang Lei, Song Dynasty, "Partridge Sky"
Original poem: We meet you by the waterside. Notes met famous. Although the horse's head has traveled thousands of miles, the wine cup has only reached its full potential. Gains and losses are just a mote of dust. Don't teach ice and charcoal to damage your spirit. Beifeixi banned Xu Gong, etc., the first person on the gold list that year.
7. Through eternity and eternity, we will know how many gains and losses we have in life. ——Zhao Xipeng of the Song Dynasty, "The River is Red"
Original poem: The Ink Rabbit Qianwu cannot be sent away, and the world is dark. Asking about the truth, wild horses in the world of mortals, floating around. Eternity will come and go, and we will know how many gains and losses we have in life. Sighing the glory, it only takes a moment, swept by the wind. Chrysanthemums under the fence, willows in front of the door. Things outside the body, wine in the cup. Willing to teach it
Desolate, holding pincers. The sky is thousands of miles south of the Momo River, and when will the white clouds come in? Leaning on the west wind, it roars through the sword and the flowers are cold, scratching the head frequently.
8. Poverty leads to things really being like a dream. How can we regret even the slightest gain or loss? ——Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty, "Second Rhyme Rewarding the Concubine of the Song Dynasty"
Original poem: The east wind blows away from the end of the world, and the sick eyes have already seen the flowers in spring. Far away, I want to repay you for being ashamed and strong, but I am an old man who follows the custom and hates the glory of heroes. Poverty leads to things really being like a dream. How can we regret even the slightest gain or loss? The only way to meet an old friend is to be drunk. When drunk, the clothes will be tilted.