Poetry about hate 1. Poetry about "hate"
Bai Juyi, peach blossom in Dalin Temple
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
Du Fu in Eight Arrays
The three kingdoms, divided, have always been bound by his greatness, the famous eight-array map.
This river won't divert the stones from your disposal, and you will always regret that you will destroy Wu's unwise.
Du Fu in Spring
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Bo Qinhuai Du Mu
Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant.
Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.
Resentment Li Bai
The beauty has been waiting for the bead curtain and has been sitting with tight eyebrows.
I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself.
Tan po Huan Xi sha Li Jing
Xiang Lian sells green leaves,
The west wind worries about the green waves.
With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.
The drizzle dreams of a chicken,
The small building blew through the jade cold.
How many tears I hate and rely on.
Hate the word Bai Juyi
Cui Dai's eyebrows are low, and red tears are hidden.
I used to hate people, but I don't like them today.
I always (hate) Han Wo in my heart.
Time becomes dark and desolate, and I am too lazy to make up for Ling Hua.
The first man on the swing was lonely, and the grass in the back garden made him grow.
Jiaoran, a hate
One heart and one county don't meet,-illness (loss of surname)
Use a fan that sings Wu solo. -Yan Bojun
The East doesn't listen to frost practice-Jiao Ran
Far away, I remember crying. -Cheng (lost surname)
Long letter empty order grass everywhere,-from the heart (lost surname)
Princess Ming bid farewell to Zhaoyang Hall at the beginning. -Hang (lost surname)
The lamp in Shu Qi's Resentment lit up Tang Yin.
Three feet of silver burned across the account, and the joy was not over;
May enlightenment be a hidden light, and I don't know the sky according to the grave.
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2. Poetry with hate words
Peach blossoms bloom in Dalin Temple in April.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here. Eight-array diagram is divided into three parts, and the name is high.
This river won't divert the stones from your disposal, and you will always regret that you will destroy Wu's unwise. In spring, Du Fu's country has broken mountains and rivers, and the vegetation is green in spring.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. Park Qinhuai Dumu smoke cage, cold water and moon sand, the restaurant near Qinhuai in the park at night.
Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river. Hate Li Bai and how beautiful she looks, open the pearly casement and sit with a frown.
I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself. Pass on Huan Xisha Li Jing Han Hanxiang, sell residual green leaves, and the west wind worries about green waves.
With the light * * * gaunt, ugly. The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold.
How many tears I hate and rely on. Hate words Bai Juyi Cui Daimei low, red beads hidden in tears.
I used to hate people, but I don't like them today. There is always (a kind of hate) in my heart that Han and I spend the dark and bleak time together, lazy to go to the dawn of Ling Hua's makeup.
At the beginning, the man on the swing was lonely, and the grass in the back garden made him hate it all his life. Jiao Ran was united in the same county, but did not meet. Sick (lost his surname) took a fan and sang praises to Wu. -Yan Bojun doesn't listen to his neighbor's frosting. —— Jiao Ran recalled that the recruiter burst into tears.
-Cheng (lost surname) long letter empty grass everywhere,-from the heart (lost surname) Mingfei said goodbye to Zhaoyang Hall at the beginning. —— Hang (lost surname) The lamp of "Shu Qi Complaint" was lit by Tang Yin's three-foot silver machine, and the joy was endless; May enlightenment be a hidden light, and I don't know the sky according to the grave.
3. Do you want to find a poem about hating someone?
If you hate someone, you will know him.
Or we knew each other from the beginning.
This life need not be bitter,
Xiao Jun near Yuan Xian is not stupid.
In the abyss of sadness and the hiding of sadness, people grow up hating water and hatred, and this endless sadness will last forever, but life hates not seeing each other.
The beautiful woman curled up her beads and sat with a frown. But she hates wet tears, but she doesn't hate the man she loves so much!
Hua Lin thanked Chunhua, which was too hasty. But the cold rain came early and the wind came late. When will it be heavy to stay drunk with each other? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
It means to hold a grudge and put this hatred on the bone.
No longer desire, no longer fantasize about going alone! I don't need anyone to help me bear so much sadness, so much sadness. I will resist alone, even if my heart is broken. I will bear the world alone. Don't be crazy, don't be too arrogant.
4. What are the poems about "regret" in ancient poetry?
Parting: 1. Farewell to Tang, I got off the horse, bought you a drink, asked where you were going, and why. You said, "I'm dissatisfied" and rested at the foot of Nanshan ... but when I went to Mowenfu, white clouds passed there endlessly. 2. Wei Chengqu Tang, also known as "seeing Yuan's second envoy Anxi". Wei Chengchao is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. I advise you to make a glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. 3. Wanheshu reached the sky and reported it to Tang Li of Zizhou. Or do farmers quarrel over taro and preside wisely like Wen Weng? Is fame only for the ancients? After arriving at Qianjiashu, Tang, in a happy period of rule, there should be no hermits, and smart and capable people should discuss together, so you, a person from the eastern mountainous area, gave up your life to pick herbs. Since I am far away from Kinmen, which cloud is my way? Jianghuai spends cold food, Luo Jing sews spring clothes, and Chang 'an Road buys wine against me. Business is floating on the credit book, but it hasn't touched Fei Jing for a long time. The trees in the distance take travelers, and the lonely city is dusk. I seek to make full use of it, so don't. There is a white wave in the east of the city, where you have to leave me, like a hundred miles of scattered water plants. I miss you in the clouds and miss me in the sunset. We wave goodbye, and my horse screams again and again. I bid farewell to Meng Haoran to Yangzhou, an old friend of Tang Li Bai, and the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. Fireworks will go down to Yangzhou in March. Sailing alone, the blue sky is Wan Li, but the Yangtze River flows. 7. bidding a friend farewell at jingmen ferry traveled from Chu to Tang Li Bai. The mountains stop in Ping Ye, and the river flows in the wild. Under the moon, flying mirrors fly and clouds are built. Tow your boat for 300 miles. 8, about across the wall of the Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river, we said goodbye, we two officials, run counter to each other, however, China has our friendship, the sky is our neighbor, why are you wandering at the fork in the road, children * * * stained with towels. 9. Farewell to Tang Liqian, the capital of Wei Wanzhi, and sing Farewell to Wanderers. A slight frost touched the river for the first time last night. Hongyan is unbearable, and Yunshan is a guest. Guancheng urged the cold to approach in the morning, and the imperial garden anvil. Where are the years wasted? . 10 Farewell to my friend Chen Tanglixian. In the south wind of the fourth month, the yellow barley in the plain was blowing, the jujube flowers had not withered, and the leaves of Laka were long green peaks. We left at dawn and we could still see that at night, Husma went out to miss his hometown. Chen, my friend, you have always been a great good man. Your moustache, tiger eyebrow and big forehead are in your arms. You tied up 10,000 rolls and refused to bow down on the grass. Selling wine in the East Gate and drinking my Cao are all chicken feathers. I don't know the white sun when I'm drunk, and sometimes I hope the clouds are high. The waves of the long river are dark, and the ferry at Jinkou can't stop. Tourists from Zheng can't go home. People in Luoyang sighed with disappointment: I heard that there were many friends around your woodland residence, and you were fired yesterday. Are they your friends today? Furong Inn 1 1 Farewell to Xin and Wang Changling, enter Wu on a cold rainy night, and see Chu Mountain off for no reason. Relatives and friends in Luoyang asked each other that there was a piece of ice in the jade pot. 12, thousands of miles away in, the north wind blows goose feather and heavy snow one after another. Mochow has no friends in the future, and everyone in the world knows that. We are still wandering, and our hearts are full of pain. You must go through the cold clouds. Tonight you will be caught in the snow, and your father has passed away. You ran away from home when you were young, and no one knew about your misfortune. How can the dust be expected? 14, the night rain bid farewell to Zhou Li and Wei, and it rained all the way across the river to Chu? , Jianye, dusk. The lonely sails are heavy, and the birds are late. Haimen is far away, and trees are far from nourishing. Infinite feelings, more chin than silk. 15, send people to the east to visit Wen Ting in the Tang Dynasty. When your boat sailed into the end of the sky, the sunrise lit up the Yingmen Peak left by the upper reaches of the Yangtze River? I ask you again and again when we will meet again, and we use wine glasses to soften the pain of parting. 16, Jingci Temple Pailin Zifang, Song. After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. The next day, the lotus leaves were infinitely bright, and the lotus flowers were of different colors. Missing: I miss the bright moon in front of Li Bai's bed in the quiet night, suspecting the frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon and miss your hometown with your head down. I miss my Shandong brother Wang Wei when I am on holiday in the mountains, and I miss my relatives every holiday. I know from a distance where my brothers have climbed, and one person is missing everywhere. I watched Bai Shu crows in the atrium of Wang Jian's Fifteen Nights, and Coody Leng osmanthus was silent and wet. Tonight, I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into. Qiu Si is from Luoyang, and he wants to write a book. Fear is endless, and pedestrians come and go. Autumn wind brings-the geese pass the rustling. The lonely guest is the first person to hear that trees enter the courtyard. A ride on Mount De in Nalanxing, Sauvignon Blanc, a ride on the water, leads to Guan Yu, and there are thousands of lights at night. The snow changed, and the dream of breaking the hometown failed. There was no such sound in the garden. The sky is high and the clouds are light and the sand is Qiu Si, with old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and fine ancient roads. The sun sets and the west wind is thin. I was thinking about before the flowers. Unfortunately, on 17, Liu Yong in Yulin Ridge was heartbroken, the pavilion was late, and the shower began to rest. All the doors were empty and the blue boat ruined my hair. I held my hand and looked at me with tearful eyes, but I was speechless and choked up. Miss a thousand miles of smoke and sink into Chu Tiankuo at dusk. Affection has been mourning since ancient times, and it is more worth the cold and autumn festival. Who do you want to talk to? 18. Give powerful words to Chen Tongfu in order to give them to Song Xin Qiqi. When he was drunk, he looked at the sword and dreamed of playing the horn for a long time. Under the command of 800 Li, 50 strings turned over the Great Wall, and stationed in the battlefield in the golden autumn. Luffy is a horse, running as fast as a bolt from the blue. He rose to fame after his death, pitiful. Please select.
5. whose poem is "hate less when using books"
Lu you's exhortation book is seldom used; It's an exhortation couplet. Although couplets are simple and easy to understand, they contain profound philosophy. If the first part is to urge people to "learn", then the second part emphasizes the importance of "doing" rather than "learning". Lin Hong in the Ming Dynasty said, "If you don't practice a word, you will get nothing." This is also the truth. Zhu in Song Dynasty and Wang Fuzhi in Qing Dynasty made the relationship between "knowledge" and "behavior" more clear. Zhu Xi said, "Prophet; On the importance, behavior is the most important ",Wang Fuzhi said in Historical Records:" It's not difficult to know, but it's only difficult to do it ... and my husband knows it, because behavior is also successful; People who do things do not regard knowledge as work, and the effect of doing things can be learned, but the effect of doing things cannot be achieved. " These are the relations between knowing and doing. Knowing is the means and doing is the purpose. If you don't do something, you won't be able to play the role you know, and you won't know the difficulty of things. It is inevitable to fall. It gives people a deep feeling. The artistic features of this couplet are plain writing, simple and elegant, beautiful and elegant, but the language is naturally full of charm and won the artistic essence of Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn. The antithesis of this Federation is also neat and natural, with relative significance, especially profound and appropriate, so it has become a boutique in the exhortation Federation for thousands of years. It's also used with "it's too late for the boat to catch the leak in the middle of the river"
6. Poems about Yang Yuhuan
Riding on the world of mortals, the princess smiled, but no one knew that litchi was a person who wanted clothes and flowers to let the spring breeze blow on the windowsill. If it weren't for those people in Yushan, Revlon would meet Yaotai under the moon. This is the first song that describes the princess's flower-like appearance and fairy-like posture, and everyone has no objection.
But there is a problem. What is "Miss Yun's clothes"? -Is it a dark cloud? Is it a fire cloud? Or colorful clouds? I think it's white clouds. Look at the last two sentences, "If I hadn't seen Yushan for the first time, I would have met Yaotai under the moon". Isn't this the feeling of white? So there should be no doubt that the imperial concubine was wearing white clothes at that time.
Secondly, a red dew, condensed fragrance, sex and rain, Wushan, heartbroken. Excuse me, who is leaning on new makeup like a poor swallow in the Han Palace? I think this song is about peony. "A red dew condenses fragrance"-it is the shape of a flower.
"Wushan Yunyu heartbroken"-means that flowers have spirit, even if Wushan Yunyu is unparalleled. Wushan is a natural phenomenon and peony is also a natural landscape. Isn't it comparable? If sex has gods, famous flowers should be more spiritual.
King Xiang of Chu was heartbroken by the beauty of Wushan in the past, but he didn't know that the beauty of peony was better now. "Who is like the Han Palace? Poor swallows lean on new makeup"-"Han Palace" refers to the Tang Palace, "Yan Fei" refers to the imperial concubine, and there are 3,000 beauties in the Tang Palace. Who can compare the beauty of peony? Only the imperial concubine.
Its three famous flowers fell in love with this country and were often laughed at by the king. Explain that the spring breeze hates the agarwood pavilion and is northward. The beauty of the country and the peerless flower "respect each other as guests", and the king also laughed it off.
Peony blooms in late spring, and bloom withers. How can there be no hatred in the spring breeze? And what do you hate at this moment? In short, the first song is about people, the second song is about flowers, and the third song is about kings. To write about the beauty of people, use flowers to describe it-"Spring breeze blows the threshold, showing wealth."
Write the beauty of flowers, then compare with people-"Poor little swallow leans on new makeup." Beauty naturally likes this famous flower.
But I didn't know that mantis catches cicada and yellowbird is behind, which made the king next to me very happy. Please comment or adopt if it is helpful. I wish you progress in your study in the new semester.
7. Poetry about seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter
First, a poem about spring "Spring Dawn" Don Meng Haoran In the spring morning, I woke up briskly and birds were singing around, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. "Singing Willow" Tanghe Zhangzhi Jasper adorns trees, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hang down. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Don Du Fu knows the rainy season when spring happens. The wind sneaked into the night, and everything was silent. The wild path is dark and the river is clear. Flowers put a heavy burden on the golden crown. Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple in Tang Dynasty were in full bloom in April, and peach blossoms in Shansi Temple began to bloom. I have long hated that I can't find a place in spring, but I don't know where to ask for help. In the spring outing of Qiantang Lake in Tang Dynasty, the water level in the west of Jiating Temple in the north was low. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, and new swallows peck at spring mud. Flowers are getting attractive, but shallow grass can lose horseshoes. There is a white sand embankment under the shade of green trees. Early spring in the east of the city is in spring, and the green willows are only yellow and half uneven. If you stay in the forest like a flower, you will go out to see the flowers. Hui Chong Riverside Xiao Jing's first song, Su Shi's peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three liang, and Riverside Duck Prophet warms the water. Artemisia selengensis is covered with short reed buds, which is when the puffer fish wants to come up. Ye Songshao Weng should feel sorry for this. An apricot tree grew out of the wall. In spring, Song Zhuxi is better than daytime. Looking for fragrance on the seashore, the endless scene is novel for a while. If you have nothing to do, you will know the east wind, and a hundred flowers will always spring. Jiangnan in memory, Tang Baiju is good in Jiangnan, and the scenery once seemed familiar. At sunrise, the flowers by the river look better than the fire, and the river is as green as the blue in spring. Can you not forget Jiangnan? Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable place is Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you come again? Jiang Nanyi, followed by martial arts, Wu Jiu, a cup of spring bamboo leaves, and Wu Wa and Furong got drunk dancing. Will we meet again sooner or later? Secondly, regarding the summer poem "Sigh on a Summer Night", Du Fu did not die in the Tang Dynasty. Andrew Wan Lifeng, float and blow up my skirt. Haotian is a musician from Kazuki Watanabe, with lush forests. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the porch is cold. Xuguang is fine, feathers are flying. I don't go into details, so I am self-sufficient. I miss Pettigos. I'm poor. I might as well go back to China early. North city is sad, storks fly. No matter how tired the situation is, intense thinking is also healthy. "Early Summer" Tang Baiju is easy to be full of things in summer and planted for a long time. Elk likes deep forests, while insects and snakes like grass. Xiangniao loves dense leaves, swims in fish scales and enjoys new algae. The sky and the missing place, I wither alone ... this is a natural thing. Xunyang wine can dry the cup. Fish is as cheap as mud, and moxibustion does not faint early. You go to the temple in the morning and get drunk in the middle of the lake at dusk. Why do you have to go back to your hometown? How could you die? Summer is in Sixin, Nange, Tang, the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, and the moon is east of the lake. I open the window to sleep, the wind sends lotus fragrance, and the bamboo leaves drop dew. I pick up the piano and I play it, but, alas, who knows here? Feel nostalgic for old friends. Oh, the trouble of my midnight dream. In the summer of "Xia Meng", Tang lived in the south of the Yangtze River and planted bamboo shoots. The air is like a castle, and the frog is an orchestra. "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" is a high-profile article in Tang Dynasty. The green trees are dark and long in summer, and the balcony reflects the pond. Crystal curtains fluttered in the breeze, and the room smelled of roses. "summer village Za" (I) In Song and Fan Chengda, plums were golden and apricot fat, and wheat was white. Only dragonflies and butterflies can fly. "Small Pond" Song Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree loves to be soft. Xiao He only showed sharp horns, and the dragonfly had already stood on his head. "Jingci Temple in the Woods" Song Yang Wanli, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June after all. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinite, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun. "Wanghu Building is drunk on June 27th" Song Sushi is black. There is snow in Kunlun Mountain, but it is often cold in Penglai. If you can't take it to the world, why swim in it? Unknown Miscellaneous Poems says that the sun is scorching in Shi Naian and the wild rice in Tianhe is half burnt. The farmer's heart is like soup, and his son Wang Sun shakes his fan. What he saw was Yuan Mei's shepherd boy riding a yellow cow and singing loudly. He tried to catch cicadas and suddenly stopped talking. Third, the poem of autumn, midnight, Tang Libai, a bright moon hanging on the capital city, beating the ground with ten thousand hammers, the autumn wind blowing my heart, forever moving towards Yutong, and when it is flat. My husband is back from a long campaign! . "Climbing Xuancheng in Autumn and Jumping the North Tower" is in Tang Libai's picturesque Jiangcheng, with beautiful mountains and clear waters. Catch the rain in the mirror, and the rainbow falls over the bridge. There are people with cold oranges and pomelo, and there are old phoenix trees in autumn. Whoever goes to the North Tower will be thanked by the wind. "Autumn Night Song" Gui Bosheng of Tang Dynasty has a faint autumn dew, but he is thin and does not change clothes. Yin Zheng worked hard all night, and he was afraid to leave the room. There are small fans and fireflies flying in Autumn Night Song. The day and night are as cool as water, so you can sit and watch the morning glory Vega. Climbing to the top of the mountain, Tang Du Fu whimpered at the sharp wind apes from the vast sky, birds flew home in the clear lake, white sand leaves fell like the waves of a waterfall, and I watched the Yangtze River always roll forward. I had reached 3,000 miles away. With a sad autumn and a hundred years of sorrow, I climbed this highly unfortunate fate alone and formed a layer of frost on my sideburns and the newly blocked turbid wine glass. Su Jiande River, Tang Menghao moved the boat to park the smoke house, and it was new at dusk. The desolate sky is low and the trees are low. How clear the moon is on the water! . "Mountain Day Thinking of Shandong Brothers" Tang people are in a foreign land, and they miss their relatives every holiday. Far away, he knew where his brothers had climbed, and one person was missing everywhere. "Mountain Walking" Tang is far from Hanshan, and there are people. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. "Mountain in Autumn Night" Tang Wang Wei stood in the autumn night after the rain, with moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream. Bamboo returns to Huan. Lotus leaves yield before the fishing boat. What does it matter if spring is over when you are here, my friend's prince? . "Song of Mujiang" Tang Bai Juyi's sunset is full of water, half river rustling and half river red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. "Autumn Ci" Liu Tang Yuxi Mountain clear night frost, a few trees dark red and light yellow. Trying to climb to the top of the building is as terrible as spring. See "Qiu Si" in Luoyang. Pedestrians are coming and leaving. "To Liu Jingwen" Song Sushi's lotus has been sheltered from the wind and rain, but there are still branches. A year's good scenery, we must remember that it is orange and green. Fourth, the poem "Winter Returning to the Old Mountain" about winter, Tang Libai did not wash and dye the dust tassels, but returned to Caoping. A vine path is green, ten thousand.