Qing Dynasty: Chen Weisong
Boring smile twisted cuttlefish said, cuckoo crying blood everywhere. Good flowers must be reflected on the balcony, and the battlefield of Qin war will be opened.
Leaning against the building is very sad, and it is more of an east wind. When the wind is good, stop blowing the red flag and send the shad across the snow in Jiangdong early.
2. "Qinyuanchun Hate"
Qing Dynasty: Zheng Banqiao
Flowers are ignorant, the moon is boring, and wine is lifeless. Cutting peaches ruined his scenery; Ying Ge cooked it. Help me. Burning inkstone books, cracking piano paintings, destroying words and smearing names. Xingyang Zheng, born in wooden lattice, begged for food.
It's painfully cold, and police tactical unit is too thin. Look at the autumn grass in Pengmen, the lane is broken every year, the window is drizzling and the night is independent. Don't god, still keep his mouth shut and say nothing? Crazy, take a hundred photos of Wu Si and write them down in detail.
3. "Cut the plums and pile the pillows, and the dark clouds will fall."
Song Dynasty: Cai Shen
Long black hair is piled up on the pillow like a dark cloud, and the hair between the hair is crooked. The nap was suddenly awakened, but only the spring was soft and green in front of me. Gentle and beautiful people, how can they stand the long and bitter years? Lest one's old pearls and topaz embellish and diminish fragrance.
Liu Xia Red Gate Bridge. How many times did he wait until dark and the candle shone on the window? How many times did he mistake him for a horse? Heartbroken, sad, endless night. The bear looked depressed, but it came again, very boring.
4. "Picking mulberry seeds, who turned over the bleak music of Yuefu"
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Who is singing that sad and sad old tune of the Conservatory of Music? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.
I don't know what a lingering heart is, and it's hard to let it go. After waking up, I'm drunk and bored. Is it Xie Qiao that I haven't been to in my dream?
5, "Bodhisattva Xia, New Cold Wine Knocks on the Window Rain"
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
In the new cold, wine knocks on the window and rains, and the fragrance lingers in autumn. The only way is not to hurt the spirit, the blue is wet.
Bored lying alone, fingers are too light. Remember the other one, Taohua and Liuwansi.
2. What poems describe boredom? 1, bored lying alone, snapping your fingers.
-Excerpted from the translation of "Bodhisattva Man New Cold Knocking on the Window" by Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty: The feeling of lovesickness is unbearable, and I feel more bored when I sleep alone. It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp. -From the Song Dynasty: Zhao Shixiu's "Traveler" Translation: Mei Huangshi, every family is covered by rain, and there are bursts of frogs on the edge of the grass pond.
It's past midnight and the invited guests haven't come yet. When I lit the oil lamp, I beat the chess piece bored and broke the knot on the wick. 3, nothing is idle, sleeping is red.
Cheng Hao translated Autumn in Song Dynasty: Nothing can't be relaxed and calm when the days are idle. Often wake up, the east window has already been flushed by the sun. 4. Four streams and a thousand rivers, and a few glasses of wine by Zhangmu Bridge.
The figure doesn't follow the running water, and the drunk face takes the teenager back. Sparse cicadas make the forest quiet, cold butterflies fly, and light chrysanthemums are half open.
It's not that evergreen died slowly, it's just because of illness and talent. -Song: Xin Qiji's "Swiss Partridge, A Thousand Times in Sixi River" Translation: On Sixi River day after day, there are countless cups at the Zhangmu Bridge.
The stream reflects a shadow, but the figure does not go with the running water. Blushing when you are drunk is like a teenager's youth coming back.
Cicadas are scattered, but the forest is particularly quiet. The wild chrysanthemums are half open, just a lonely butterfly dancing gently. It is not that I am proud of Sima Xiangru, but that I was born sick and incompetent.
I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How long is more than one hundred years? -Excerpted from the translation of "Three Sorrow Poems, Part II" by Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty: Sitting idly worrying about you, sighing worrying about me. How short is a hundred years in life?
3. Express boring sentences and describe boring sentences
2, there is no rehearsal in life, and it is live broadcast every day; Not only the ratings are low, but also the salary is not high.
4, men fool women, called flirting; Women fool men, called seduction; Men and women fool each other, which is called love.
5. Memory is a bridge, but it leads to a lonely prison.
6. Time is for wandering, body is for loving, life is for forgetting, and soul is for singing.
7. Gold always shines, but when there is gold everywhere, I don't know which one I am.
8. I get up in the morning, brush my teeth, eat and watch TV, continue watching after lunch and go to bed after dinner.
9. Zhuge Liang never led a soldier before he came out of the mountain. Why should I have work experience?
10, only women and heroes are sad, only wives and jobs are hard to find.
1 1, in the dead of night, missing becomes so presumptuous.
12, how far is it forever? Get out, boy!
4. What poems describe boredom? 1, Drinking and Dreams and Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
Young and fashionable people don't know how to worry about their livelihood. Who will regret these drinks when they are old?
* * * Put 10,000 in a bucket and 70 in three years.
Idle to ask about drinking games, poor to search for books, drunk to listen to the taste of orchestral music.
The Huang family is more familiar with Ju Juan, * * * you get drunk.
2, "Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, dreaming far away" five generations of Li Yu
Idle dreams are far away, and flowers bloom in the south. The strings on the boat are on the river, and the city is light and dusty. Kill the flower watcher!
Idle dreams are far away, and the south is clear in autumn. Thousands of miles away, the cool color is far away, the boat is deep in the reeds, and the flute is on the moon floor.
3, "Ding Fengbo, Warm Days and Idle Windows Reflect Green Yarn" Ouyang Jiong in Tang Dynasty
On a warm day, the blue yarn is reflected outside the window, and the small pool is full of spring and sunny.
The number of begonia trees is red and forbearing, and the jade boudoir covers the years.
The embroidered bed is messy, heartbreaking, and tears wear on the face.
The girl next door asks questions, listens to her, tells people to say goodbye and doesn't go home.
4. Su Shi in Song Dynasty
Leaning on the Hu bed, there are thousands of peaks outside the building. Sit with who? The moon is bright and the wind is cool.
Don't hitch a ride, sing along. Guess what, since I added one. The wind and the moon are equally divided
5. Qing Dynasty's "Two Musts": An
It's half sunny and half cloudy when the flowers fall. I can go to Xianglin.
Things are feelings, but not pity, and warblers call spring deep.
Peach blossom water to Baoping Canal, happy to move to a new stream, see fish jump.
After sleeping in Huang Xi's afternoon dream, I tried to read a few correct lines of army books.
5. A poem describing boredom Tao Yuanming's wise man Leshan Mountain is picturesque, and the benevolent enjoys endless water.
Have a drink and a cup of tea, and take your time. Small stone bridges with drizzle and small bamboo rafts with spring breeze.
There is no bright moon and flowers dancing solo at night, and I am full of poems and books. A poem describing loneliness and boredom: the bridge is broken outside the post station, and there is no owner in loneliness.
Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at that place, I added a new sadness from now on.
Poems about loneliness. Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou? Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. This time, what a sad sentence! After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river.
The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Walking in the bustling crowd, every step is lonely, every step is lonely! The old country can't bear to look back on the mid-Ming Dynasty. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is light, and it's still romantic.
There are few bosom friends, and no one listens to the broken string. There's nothing to do, bloom flowers fall, and the small garden wanders alone.
6. What ancient poems describe "emptiness and boredom in the heart"? 1. "Drinking" Tao Yuanming
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself.
2. "BuFu. Su Shi, a folk house in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou
The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping. 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. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
3. Gu Tong Wang Anshi
Heaven is naturally dense and lonely.
Ling Xiao is indomitable, humble and polite.
Old roots are strong, and the sun is more cloudy.
Think about it tomorrow. I want to play the banjo.
The lock is endless, and it is strange when it comes.
Embroiderer Philip Burkart, dripping dew, crying to send the levy wheel.
The long inspector is in sight, heavier and farther.
She is also climbing the castle, but her eyes are erratic.
4. "Feng Xiao Yin" Han Zhen
I lost my soul. After I left the pond, I often walked around, green and jealous.
At that time, he took her hand and walked in the catkins of flowers and the green fragrant bacteria.
Now her face is getting old, but she still feels like a fresh grass every year.
Travel all over the green fields, travel all over the drunk eyes, and never lose your youth.
5. Li Qingzhao's Little Red Lip
Lonely boudoir, tender heart full of sorrow.
Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning against the post is just not in the mood!
Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
7. Are there any lonely or boring ancient poems?
(Li Qingzhao)
Lonely boudoir,
A gentle heart is full of sorrow.
Cherish spring,
When will it rain?
Leaning against the fence,
Just not in the mood!
Where are people?
Even the sky is falling,
Look at the way back.
Qin Yi goose
(Li Qingzhao)
Lingaoge,
Ye Ping in the chaotic mountains is full of smog.
The smoke is thin,
When the rooster crows and returns,
Smell the horn at dusk.
Fragrance dies, lingering fragrance,
The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
Wutongluo,
It's autumn again,
Still lonely.
Wulingchun
(Li Qingzhao)
The wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have come out.
Tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything,
Tears flow first when you want to talk.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good.
I also plan to canoe Pan.
I'm afraid I'll go boating in Shuangxi,
Can't move, a lot on my mind.
Slow voice
(Li Qingzhao)
Looking for it,
Cold and clear,
Sad and sad.
When the temperature was warm and cold that day,
This is the most difficult to arouse interest.
Three glasses and two glasses of light wine,
Why did you object to him, coming late and rushing?
Wild goose crossing also,
Is sad,
We're old acquaintances.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Haggard and hurt,
Who can pick it now?
Look at the window,
How can you be black alone?
The Indus River is drizzling,
At dusk, little by little.
This time,
What a sad sentence!
A bell ringing in the rain
(liuyong)
Cold and sad,
Yes, Changting is late,
The shower began to stop.
Everyone drinks without emotion,
Nostalgia,
Lanzhou urges hair.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears,
I was speechless and choked up.
Think about it, traveling thousands of miles,
The dusk is boundless and the sky is vast.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times,
What's more, it is as cold as Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Where to wake up tonight,
Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
Over the years,
It should be a good time and a good scene.
There are thousands of customs,
Talk to who?
A bell ringing in the rain
(liuyong)
Cold and sad,
Yes, Changting is late,
The shower began to stop.
Everyone drinks without emotion,
Nostalgia,
Lanzhou urges hair.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears,
I was speechless and choked up.
Think about it, traveling thousands of miles,
The dusk is boundless and the sky is vast.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times,
What's more, it is as cold as Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Where to wake up tonight,
Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
Over the years,
It should be a good time and a good scene.
There are thousands of customs,
Talk to who?