Poetry about floating 1. A sentence describing floating.
I fell asleep in the belly of a whale.
The darkness in all directions dismembered me layer by layer.
Pain is also silent.
The air is filled with dirty lies.
I'm choking and melting.
I put the knife in my left hand and behind my back.
Dragging a beating heart with your right hand
Break through the burning blood
Escape into the lonely deep sea
The cold sea washed away the lies.
The silence around me made me awake.
Darkness came at the end of dawn.
The future is about to bid farewell to the past.
Solidified reality
Starting from the northern hemisphere
Ended in the southern hemisphere
2. Describe floating ancient poems
mayfly
Dynasty: Pre-Qin Dynasty
Author: anonymous
Faint fluttering in the air, fluttering, beautiful coat shining. Sighing that life is short and my heart is full of sadness, how will I arrange the end of my life?
Mayfly flapped its wings in the air, showing off its colorful clothes. Sigh, my heart is full of melancholy, where will my life live?
Soft Mayflies just emerged from the ground, gently dancing white Marvin's clothes. Sighing that his life is short, I am full of melancholy. Where can I find my life?
Fly to heaven and earth, a drop in the ocean —— Su Shi's "Former Red Cliff Fu"
You can fly and soar, but you are nothing. If you are alive, you will feel like Xi Ruosi, Zhang Jiuling in Twelve Feelings.
Ephemera plays three dynasties, picking and trimming wings-Ruan Ji in love poems.
Mayflies shake trees, scholars itch and love each other —— Yuan Haowen's On Poetry
Why do you want to fly and promote it? -Li Yi, a mountain hermit who visited China through the Immortal Stone Altar.
The golden sun tried to bathe in the green water, while the ephemera died many times in the underworld —— Chen Tao in the introduction of Dragonfly.
Bai Juyi, a man who lives forever without harvest, is like a ephemera in the world.
Swallows would rather know to go, but mayflies don't know to come back. Don't say goodbye to each other, from now on -Yu Shinan
Life is a smile, a dream and a boat-Cao Guan.
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3. What are the poems about wandering?
Poems about wandering are: 1. The sound of leaves, the sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of dreams.
_ _ _ _ Xu Zaisi's Night Rain of the Water Fairy 2. People say that the sunset is the end of the world, where you can't see your home. _ _ _ _ Li Gou's Homesickness 3. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you.
_ _ _ _ Gao Shi's "Biedongda University" 2 4. The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. _ _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling's "Full Moon Thinking of a Distance" 5. On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
_ _ _ _ Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army" 6. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night 7. Long and spacious, eager to miss home.
_ _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling's "Xijiang Night" 8. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Festival with Water Tune and Ice Dust" 9. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, there is a piece of ice in the jade pot.
_ _ _ Wang Changling broke up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn 10. The drooping leaves on foreign trees and the cold light of lonely lanterns at night. _ _ _ _ Ma Dai's Autumn Chrysanthemum on Bashang 1 1. Whose Yu Di is flying in the dark and scattered in the spring breeze.
_ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Blowing flute in Los Angeles on a spring night/Blowing flute in Luoyang on a spring night" 12. Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me? _ _ _ _ Wang Anshi went to Guazhou 13. What should be wrong with Lingnan? But this road.
This peace of mind is my hometown. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's youth journey, from Nanhai to Wang Dingguo to serve people and foster mothers 14. Now, near my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question.
_ _ _ _ Song's Crossing the Han River 15. The wind changes into snow, and the dream of breaking my hometown will not come true, so there is no such sound in my hometown. _ _ _ _ Nalan Xingde's Sauvignon Blanc "A Journey to the Mountain" 16. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.
_ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Spring Watch" reference materials Ancient Poetry Network: so.gushiwen.org.
4. Poems describing vagrancy
Five poems about historical sites
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
Abandoned in the dust in the northeast, wandering between heaven and earth in the southwest.
Wandering in the towers and terraces of the Three Gorges, Wuxi Clothes Yunshan.
The barbarian who finally serves the ruler is unreliable, and the wandering poet laments that the times have no chance to come back.
Yu Xin's life is the most miserable, and his poems in his later years caused a sensation in the north and south of the country.
Picking mulberry seeds is not a hobby, but loves to despise appearance.
Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Nalan Xingde
Non-caring and light, cold places are better.
Don't have a bud, it is not a rich flower in the world.
Who can cherish Xie Niang and wander the world after leaving?
The cold moon is sad, and the west wind is boundless in Wan Li.
I am a vagrant, and everything is very difficult. Go against the trend, invite to swim near, and think wide in different places. -Du Fu
Abandoned in the dust in the northeast, wandering between heaven and earth in the southwest. -Du Fu
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -Li Bai
Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every festive season-Wang Wei
If you are not tired, you will feel homesick. Yvonne Lu
Shu has a long way to go, and birds are singing in mountain pavilions. Feng Xue
It's easy to get hurt if you think too far, and the situation will get worse and worse. -Duguji
I wander today, waiting for Hongyan, and the north and south are impermanent. -Su Shi
"Sauvignon Blanc" (Qing) Nalan Xingde
A trip in the mountains, a trip in the water, we went to Guan Yu River, with bright lights at night. When the snow changes, the dream of hurting the heart of my hometown fails, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
Except for night (Tang) high fitness.
The cold light of the hotel stays awake alone, why does the guest's heart become sad? My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and the Ming Dynasty is another year.
"Mountain Residence in Memory of My Shandong Brothers" (Tang) Wang Wei
Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday.
Yu Yu Tang Bai Juyi
There are clouds and mist in Kesashg, and the mountains and rivers here are deep. In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast. Look at the clouds, cover your eyes, and miss home and raindrops. How to comfort yourself? Lai chi Bei Chuang Qin
Feel autumn, feel dizzy
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
There are waves in the lake under the leaves, and the autumn wind comes at this time.
Who knows that when you are in a hurry, you get depressed first.
As time goes by, I feel old and think of the wandering of my comrades.
I used to be a cigarette addict, but now I'm a mud collector.
Bai Ou's hair is weak, and Qingfeng's articles are different.
Each one is in a cage and languishes at the end of the year.
News of my brother.
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
The wind blows the bauhinia tree, the color and the spring dusk. Flowers fall and leave, and the wind goes nowhere.
The kindness of the same flesh and blood is heavy, and it is difficult to meet each other when wandering. There are tears in the river.
5. What are the poems that express wandering?
1, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
-He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book
2. Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
-Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
3. A person is a stranger in a foreign land and misses his relatives on holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
-Wang Wei's "Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain"
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it frosted already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
-Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
5, the wind is old and rainy, and the plum trees are clear in the afternoon. Lying low near the mountain, wet clothes, total cost of baking fire. People cry quietly and carefree, and outside the bridge, the new green sea water bumps and splashes. For a long time, Huang Kuzhu Lu intended to go boating in Jiujiang.
Year after year. Like a country that goes to Qiu Lai in spring, it floats in the desert wasteland and lives in a long eaves. Don't think about the performance outside, or koEY spirit, always sit in front of the bottle. I am tired and haggard, and I can't bear to listen to intense and complicated orchestral music. At Song's banquet, a pillow was installed for me, so that I could sleep at will when I was drunk.
-Zhou Bangyan's "Summer in Fang Ting, Surabaya, No Mountain Work"
1, I left home when I was a teenager and didn't go home until I was old; The accent hasn't changed, but the temples are gray. The children saw it and didn't know me; They smiled and asked, Where did this guest come from?
2. Tourists pass the bleak Gubei Mountain, and the boat goes along with the blue river. The spring tide is rising, and the rivers on both sides are wider. sail before the wind just hung the sail high. The red sun broke through the night and rose from the sea, and the spring breeze at the end of early spring swept across the river. I don't know when the letter from home will arrive. When will Guiyan fly to Luoyang?
This poem was written by Chang 'an poet at the age of seventeen. This is written by a teenager who can get rid of superficial carving, point to real feelings and know the skills of writing poems. The poet's hometown, Zhou Pu (now Yongji, Shanxi), is in the east of Huashan Mountain, hence the name "Recalling Shandong Brothers". The ancients regarded nine as the number of Yang, and September 9th was the Double Ninth Festival.
This poem describes the poet's feeling of looking up at the bright moon in the house on autumn night and missing his hometown. Metaphor and contrast are used in the poem to express homesickness. The language is fresh and simple, and the charm is endless, which is widely read.
In spring, young birds grow, summer rain makes plums plump, and at noon, the round shade under the dense trees covers the ground. The place where I live is low and close to the mountain. When my clothes are wet, I always make a fire to dry them. Man is a carefree and happy silent crow. Outside the bridge, the newly rising green water surges and splashes. For a long time, leaning against the railing, there were yellow reeds and bitter bamboo everywhere, as if I were a degraded Bai Juyi boating on the Jiujiang River.
Year after year. Just like the social swallows from spring to autumn, they wander in the desert wasteland and live under the long eaves. And I don't think about fame and fortune outside, but I am happy and often sit in front of the bottle. I, a tired and haggard wanderer in the south of the Yangtze River, can no longer bear to listen to the exciting and complicated orchestra. Next to the Song Banquet, put a pillow for me so that I can sleep at will when I am drunk.