1. What are the poems that describe "the mood is hit hard"
1. "Linjiang Immortal Farewell to Wang Jian"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Forget about Chengdu for ten years, because you have to think about it. With the clear tears shed on the Yangtze River.
Therefore, we know the beauty of the mountains, but the solitary guest feels desolate. Sit down and don't worry that you haven't seen me yet. You will be heartbroken when you come back.
Diligent and diligent. This body is like a passing house, where is my hometown?
2. "Li Si"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Yuan Zhen
Once upon a time, it was difficult to find water in the sea,
Except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.
Let’s take a lazy look back at Huacong,
Half of us are destined to practice Taoism, and half of us are destined to be kings.
3. "Removal of Sorrow"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Yuan Zhen
Mr. Xie, the youngest, showed pity for girls, so he married Qianlou Peishi Guai.
I have no clothes to search for a bag of watermelon, and I am stuck in the mud and selling wine to pull out the gold hairpin.
Wild vegetables add to the meal, and the sweet cichlids are grown, while fallen leaves add fuel to the ancient locust trees.
Today’s salary exceeds 100,000 yuan, and I will pay tribute to the emperor and resume the camp.
4. "Drunk and Desolate, Choking without Words"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhao Ji
Choking without words. Look at the lanterns to remember the time of year.
Xingxing refers to the movement of the moon.
May the moon be always full and never be short of it for a while.
This year’s Hua Shi Lantern Festival.
A good light makes people feel sad.
I dare not say it clearly in front of others.
I can’t bear to look up and never see the old moon.
5. "Crying Li Shangyin"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Cui Jue
Cheng Ji Xinglang, whose courtesy name was Yishan, returned to Gaoyang and sighed. The branches and leaves of the CI forest are gone in three springs,
The waves of the sea of ??learning dry up overnight. The wind and rain have blown out the lamps and candles, and my name is as long as my teeth are cold.
You should only climb the Qi tree outside, then go to the crimson altar in colorful clothes.
I have so many talents, but I have never opened my arms in my life. Where are the birds and the fallen flowers?
The bamboos are dead and the tung trees are withered and the phoenixes are not coming. A good horse is hoofed because it has no owner, and old friendships are mourned by the end of the string.
Jiuquan Mo sighed, separated by three lights, and sent Wenxing into the night stage. 2. What are the poems that describe "the mood is hit hard"
1. "Linjiang Immortal Farewell to Wang Mian" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi I have forgotten Chengdu for ten years, because you can't help but think about it.
By the way, pure tears will be shed across the Yangtze River. Therefore, we know the beauty of the mountain, but the solitary guest feels desolate.
Sit down and don’t worry that you haven’t seen me yet. You will be heartbroken when you come back. Diligent and diligent.
This body is like a passing house, where is my hometown? 2. "Li Si" Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Yuan Zhen Once the sea was filled with water, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
I look back lazily at Huacong, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. 3. "Removal of Sorrows" Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Yuan Zhen Xie Gong was the youngest and favored girls, so he married Qian Lou and was a good boy.
I have no clothes to search for a bag of watermelon, and I am stuck in the mud and selling wine to pull out the gold hairpin. The wild vegetables add to the meal, and the sweet and tall clover grows, while the fallen leaves add fuel to the ancient locust tree.
Today’s salary exceeds 100,000 yuan, and I will pay tribute to the emperor and resume the camp. 4. "Drunk and Desolate·Speechless and Choked" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhao Ji Silent and Choked.
Look at the lanterns to remember the time of year. Xingxing refers to the meaning of "Xingxingxing".
May the moon be always full and never be short of it for a while. This year the city lights are displayed.
A good light makes people feel sad. I dare not say it clearly in front of others.
I can’t bear to look up and never see the old moon. 5. "Crying Li Shangyin" Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Cui Jue Cheng Ji Xinglang, whose courtesy name is Yishan, returned to the high soil and sighed.
The branches and leaves of the CI forest are gone in three springs, and the waves of learning are drying up overnight. The wind and rain have blown out the lamps and candles, and my name is as long as my teeth are cold.
You should only climb the Qi tree outside, then go to the crimson altar in colorful clothes. I have so many talents, but I have never opened my arms in my whole life.
Where are the birds and the fallen flowers? The bamboos are dead and the tung trees are withered and the phoenixes are not coming. A good horse is hoofed because it has no owner, and old friendships are mourned by the end of the string.
Jiuquan Mo sighed, separated by three lights, and sent Wenxing into the night stage. 3. Verses that ask for dejection and a blow to confidence
Falling flowers and flowing water, spring is gone, heaven and earth!
"Slow Voice" by Li Qingzhao
Looking and searching, cold and clear,
miserable and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold.
How can three glasses and two glasses of light wine stand against him, when the wind comes late?
When the wild geese pass by, the saddest thing is an old acquaintance.
The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, but they are worn out. Who is worthy of picking them now?
Guarding the window, how can one live in darkness alone?
The parasol trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit.
This time, how can you say "sorrow"?
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With a heavy heart and a few years of separation,
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as before, people are thin and empty, tears stain the red city and the crocodile silk is transparent;
Peach blossoms fall, Xianchi Pavilion,
Although the mountain alliance is still there, the brocade book It’s hard to trust,
Mo, Mo, Mo.
"The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" by Tang Wan:
The world is thin and human nature is evil, and flowers tend to fall when the rain comes at dusk.
The dawn wind dries, leaving traces of tears.
When I want to write down my thoughts, I talk alone in Xilan. Disaster! Disaster! Disaster!
People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing.
The sound of the horn is cold and the night is dark.
Afraid of being asked, swallowing tears and pretending to be happy. conceal. conceal. conceal.