A poem about ill-fated 1. What poems are there about people who are unlucky?
Farewell to Changting, Li Shutong, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain! The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered. A pot of turbid wine will make you happy, so don't go to Meng Han tonight.
Lu You, who is keen, sought for a seal in Wan Li, and guarded Liangzhou with his horse. Now the military life of defending the frontier fortress can only appear in dreams, but I don't know where I am in dreams. Dust covered the old mink fur.
The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry. In this life, who knows, my heart is in Tianshan, and I am always in Cangzhou! Du Fu's flowers are as high as my window, which hurts the wanderer's heart, because from this height, I feel sad everywhere.
The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable. The imperial court, like the North Star, will not change in the end, and the Western Hills of Kohl will not invade Tibet.
However, in the twilight, I felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor. I sang the songs that his prime minister sang when he was not unfamiliar on the mountain. Xin Qiji, a broken man, gave Chen Tongfu strong words, watched the sword in a drunken state and dreamed of blowing the horn.
Eight hundred miles of moxibustion, fifty strings of external sound. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. Despite the king's world affairs, he won a name before he died.
Poor hair has become a white-haired man! Uncle Bai had to leave my school books with Bolt and Xie Tiao in the Xie Tiao building in Xuanzhou since yesterday. It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine, because the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
It's hard to go, Li Bai. The cost of pure wine is gold cup, 10,000 copper coins and a hip flask, Pan Yu, Jane, shame, 10,000 dollars. I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
I met Fan Du in Beishan, Cen Can, where decadent flowers were blooming. Before picking it, the autumn wind suddenly blew away.
You don't see the clouds blowing loose, even if the autumn wind is helpless. Fourth, I often change the color of indigo, and poor Du Hua doesn't know each other.
Visit the south tower of Chongzhen, and the title Yu Yunfeng is full of spring, and the silver hook refers to the afterlife. I only hate my female identity to cover up my literary talent, and I can only look up and admire the imperial examination.
Experience Zhang Jiuling, where a red orange tree grows south of the Yangtze River. Its leaves are green all winter. Not because the soil is getting warmer, but because it is accustomed to the cold by nature.
Although it may serve your distinguished guests, you leave it here, far below the mountains and rivers ... Environment determines fate, and cause and effect is an infinite cycle.
You planted your peach trees and plums and forgot the shade of another tree? Experience the tender orchid in Zhang Jiuling-leaves fall in spring, and sweet-scented osmanthus blooms in autumn. Life in the world is full of vitality, which naturally conforms to the beautiful season.
Who wants to live in seclusion in the mountains and smell the fragrance, so full of joy. Won't it be more demanding to be transplanted than any other natural flower? .
Experience Zhang Jiuling, a hermit in his lonely residence and a nurse who cleanses his mind from worries. He projected them to the wild goose to bear his distant monarch.
Who will be moved by the sincerity of my futile prayer day and night? I can't comfort the sinking. Huangzhou evening sorrow Xiang Si Zhuo Ling tears, overlapping from the west.
Even if it is cold at night, it can't be opened without warmth in spring. If there is no landing plan, it is advisable to give up Jichuan materials.
I would like to send it to the sky, and the wind will return to Wan Li. In Jianmen Road, when it rains lightly, you will find dust and wine marks on Lu You's clothes, and you will disappear everywhere when you travel far away.
Is this body a poet? Riding a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle. Self-mockery Lu You read few poetry books and was poor in Han and Tang Dynasties.
Riding a donkey wants to land on his feet, and there is always a bottle of wine around him. Old to describe, although changed, drunk in high spirits.
What does the Taihang Wangs do? It's like laughing at the foolish old man's overreaching. In the book, I resented Lu You's early years, knowing that the world was difficult, and the Central Plains looked to Beiyue.
It snowed at night and the iron horse dispersed in the autumn wind. Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.
When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years. In autumn, Li Bai in Songpu has white hair and three thousands of feet, and his sorrow is like a beard.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. The letter from Dongting Lake to the Prime Minister is awe-inspiring. The lake here in the eighth month, and heaven is an air. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, searching, cold, and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three cups and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? The wind is rushing at dawn. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can break it now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence! Fairy Song Yang is innocent and silly, kind and affectionate. You can't meet until you are one year old.
The golden wind and jade dew are superior to the world, and they are resistant to snow and the moon. You Huan is still not satisfied, urging the bridge to return, and the black magpie is surprised for no reason.
If you don't want to start all over again, you will be disappointed in the galaxy. Unfortunately, at the beginning, all tea people did not ask about these hardships.
Su Shi, a diviner, missed the moon, hung sparse trees and missed the beginning of silence. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live, and the maple leaves in Wujiang River fall.
2. Are there any poems describing the bitterness of life?
Liu
I once danced with Dongfeng,
Leyou Spring Garden is heartbroken.
How to be willing to clear autumn,
Accompanied by sunset and cicada singing
Preface fragment of Wang Teng Pavilion
Ha ha! Bad luck, ill-fated Feng Tang is easy to get old, and Li Guang is hard to seal. Qu Jiayi is in Changsha, not without a master; Loud.
In the sea area, there is no shortage of time. It depends on a gentleman's poverty and his talent for understanding life. When you are old and strong, would you rather be moved? Poor and strong.
The ambition of Qingyun. I feel that Chanquan is very cool, but I am still very happy after doing it. Although Beihai is on credit, it can be accepted; The cold corner has gone, and the mulberry is not late. The first month of a season.
Noble taste, empty heart of serving the country; You can't cry to the end of the road if you are crazy!
Write a poem about the fate of a beautiful woman.
A strong heart is better than a strong life.
Things have not been solved.
Life is bumpy and frustrated.
Bad luck, bad luck.
People can't help themselves in the Jianghu.
Hurdles are bumpy and tortuous, always trying.
The house leaks when it rains all night, and the grass is covered with severe frost.
Excerpt from the preface of Teng Wangge:
Ha ha! Bad luck, ill-fated Feng Tang is easy to get old, but Li Guang is hard to seal. Qu Jiayi lives in Changsha, but there is no Lord; Loud.
In the sea area, there is no shortage of time. It depends on a gentleman's poverty and his talent for understanding life. It's better to grow old and be strong than to grow old together. Poor and strong.
The ambition of Qingyun. Greedy springs are cool, and they have sex. Although Beihai is on credit, it can pick up the goods. The cold corner has gone, and the mulberry is not late. first month of a season
Noble taste, empty heart of serving the country; You can't cry to the end of the road if you are crazy!
Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building Farewell to School Book Shu Yun
Lipper
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.
It hurts my heart even more today.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.