1. Before me, where were those lost times? Behind me, where are the future generations? I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, and I am crying.
I threw the food bar and cup aside, I couldn't eat or drink, I pulled out my dagger, and I peeped in four directions in vain.
3. I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice blocked the ferry; I want to climb the Taihang Mountain, but the sky is covered with snow.
4. but I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
6. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with the floor, and say that they are worried about assigning new words; Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.
7. The Lord of the kingdom is very hard on us? People who have affairs are not our kind. You should just be lonely, and I will close the door of my old garden.
8. I'm dead and buried now, and I don't know when I'll die. According to those who bury flowers today, who will be buried tomorrow?
9. If only my art could make me famous. The official asked for sick leave because of his old age. Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! .
10. Since ancient times, sages have been lonely, and only drinkers have left their names.
1 1. It's hard to go, it's hard to go! Don't go astray! Where to go today.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
12. I turned my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the ditch.
13. I ask myself and always answer, what can be better than going home? . Poems that are confused and confused about the future
14. last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.
15. The king's bones have been buried. Who will sweep the floor of the golden platform again? .
16. The road is as wide as the blue sky, but there is no way out before my eyes.
17. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you.
18. People are unchangeable before they can change; Trapped in the heart, balanced in consideration, and then made; Color label, sound hair, and then metaphor. A country, if there are no ministers and wise men who can assist the king, will often be in danger of the collapse of its neighboring countries and the misfortunes from abroad.
19. Come to think of it, Qianshan is full of water. Once you think about it, things change.
2. Poems containing hesitation. You can't go home without hesitation.
-Han Anonymous "Don't Poetry" Pedestrians stopped to listen, and the widow was embarrassed. -Han Anonymous "Peacock Flying Southeast" can't sleep, put on clothes and hesitate.
-Cao Pi's Miscellaneous Poems hesitated and could not bear to decide, mourning for the left and right. -Bai Juyi's "Reading Five History Poems" lingered under the court and lamented the passage of time.
-Li Bai's "Answering Alpine People and Empowering Gu Erhou" is reluctant to go, and Zhang Ce has repeatedly returned. -Lu Jing's "A Tour of the Old Capital of the Sui Dynasty" is a unique one, but it is awkward.
-Wei's "Banquet farewell to boys and gentlemen" went to the restaurant drowsily and shouted for two long hours. -Yu Dafu's "Gift for Lu Xun" hesitated about how to save him. His head was empty and he couldn't stop crying.
-Chao Shuozhi's "Don't be evil" I am ashamed, I am still embarrassed. -Su Shi's "Send Lu Daozhi and Zhou".
Wandering on the road with hesitant poems, you can't go back. -Han Anonymous "Don't Poem"
Pedestrians stop to listen, widows hesitate. -Han Anonymous "Peacock Flying Southeast"
Tossing and turning, I can't sleep, and I'm embarrassed to get dressed. -Cao Pi's Miscellaneous Poems
Hesitant, sad songs surround Ze. -Bai Juyi's Five Poems on Reading History
Wandering under the court, sighing the passage of time. -Li Bai's Answer to Alpine People and Empower Gu Erhou.
I was reluctant to leave, but my staff returned many times. -Lu Jing's "Sui Dynasty Old Capital Tour"
The situation is self-sufficient but embarrassing. -Wei, "Farewell to the Young"
Zuiyan hazy restaurant, wandering leisurely shouted twice. -Yu Dafu's "To Lu Xun"
Wandering about what to do to save him, abandoning his head and crying. -Chao Shuozhi's "Don't Do Evil"
I was born to help myself, but I still hesitated before going to shame. -Su Shi's "Send Lu Zhizhou"
The poem about hesitation invites cowgirls to visit their grandchildren.
The surplus is empty and the wheel is uncertain, and it is dark and empty. The leaky kettle will dry up and the flame of the window lamp has fainted.
Cross the crane shadow in the cold pond, and Leng Yue buries the flower soul. The seal sells the golden tripod, and the fat ice is greasy with the jade pot.
Xiao hates women crying and waits on children. The empty account hangs Wenfeng, and the idle screen hides color.
Exposed thick moss is smoother, and frost is heavy and bamboo is hard to touch. You are still wandering in the swamp, but you are still where you are.
Strange stones and ghosts hit the wall, while wooden monsters crouch. The morning light shines and the morning dew shines.
There are thousands of birds in the forest and an ape in the valley. How to forget the familiar path? The spring knows its source.
Zhongming Longcui Temple, Jiming Daoxiang Village. What are the joys and sorrows? Is carefree annoying? Fang Qing only sends herself, who does she talk to gracefully! The theory of making tea is more detailed.
Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring" is full of fragrance, and she is tired of combing her hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
Yue Fei's Xiao Zhongshan sang nonstop last night. It's already midnight.
Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.
Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey.
I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string? Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of the River" was born and died for ten years, and it is unforgettable not to think about it.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. Li Shangyin's Jinse I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. Liu Yong's Yulin Ling is chilling and sad. Changting is late and the shower begins to rest.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy.
5. About the poem "Butterfly Lovers" by Yan Shu, the threshold is sad, the smoke is blue, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away.
The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake. Last night, Xifeng withered green trees and climbed the building alone, looking at the horizon.
If you want to send a colorful cage ruler, you don't know that the mountains are long and the waters are wide! Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian" leans on a dangerous building, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Xin Qiji's Jade Case puts thousands of trees in the east wind night, blowing down the stars like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense.
Feng Xiao moved, the jade pot turned, and the fish danced all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.
Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. Xin Qiji's Han Gong Chun beginning of spring has returned to the earth in spring. Looking at the beauty's head, it's spring.
Unprovoked wind and rain, unwilling to harvest the rest of the cold. Swallows in 2008 expect to dream of the West Garden tonight.
Hun didn't do it. Chengcheng Huang recommended wine, and even leeks were piled up. However, I laughed proudly from now on, so I smoked plums and dyed willows, and I had no leisure at all.
Come back to look in the mirror and change your face when you are free. Clear sorrow, ask who, will Jie Lianhuan? Afraid to see the flowers bloom and fall, the geese will return first.
If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
Lin Daiyu's "Buried Flowers" is full of flowers, who pity the red incense? The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and is full of nowhere to complain; Hoe out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again.
Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei; Peach and plum will be released next year. Who will be in the boudoir next year? When the fragrant nest was first built in March, Liang Jianyan was so heartless! Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is impossible for people to go to the empty nest! 360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing; When will it shine? Once you drift, it's hard to find. Bloom is easy to see but hard to find, and he is worried about killing the flower burying man in front of the steps; Stealing flowers and hoes and crying alone, watching the blood stains on the branches in the sky.
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door; When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm. Blame the farmer's double depression, half pity and half trouble; The flowing spring suddenly moves towards trouble and even silence.
Last night, a sad song was played outside the court. Do you know it is a flower soul and a bird soul? The bird's soul is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself. May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers. The day is over! Where is Xiangshan? There is no trick, a cup of pure land protects the wind; It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them? Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age; No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened! Lin Daiyu, Shi Xiangyun, Miao Yu, Mid-Autumn Festival, Qingyou plan to go to Shangyuan. Scattering the sky over the sky, there are many strings everywhere.
A few flying lights, who doesn't open the porch? The faint cold wind has cut, and the bright night scene is mysterious. Fighting for cakes mocks yellow hair, and dividing melons into green flowers.
Xiang GUI, color sword Xuan. Joan's banquet will be a candle, and there will be chaos in the garden.
Cao Zun gave an order and listened to three announcements. Dice Ayabeni points, flower drum noisy.
Clear light shakes the courtyard, and plain color picks up Kun. Reward and punishment are not divided into subject and object, and poetry is sung in the order of Zhong Kun.
When conceiving, lean on the threshold, imitate the scenery or follow the door. The wine is still there, which is even more embarrassing.
Gradually, I heard that sentence and smiled, leaving traces of snow and frost. Step dew group toward the bacteria, court smoke gathering at dusk.
In autumn, the stone pulp rushes and the wind leaves gather. Bao Wu is lonely and clean, and the silver toad spits.
The medicine was mashed by rabbits, and people took a shower. The prisoner invited Niu Girl to visit the emperor and grandson.
The surplus is empty and the wheel is uncertain, and it is dark and empty. The leaky kettle will dry up and the flame of the window lamp has fainted.
Cross the crane shadow in the cold pond, and Leng Yue buries the flower soul. The seal sells the golden tripod, and the fat ice is greasy with the jade pot.
Xiao hates women crying and waits on children. The empty account hangs Wenfeng, and the idle screen hides color.
Exposed thick moss is smoother, and frost is heavy and bamboo is hard to touch. You are still wandering in the swamp, but you are still where you are.
Strange stones and ghosts hit the wall, while wooden monsters crouch. The morning light shines and the morning dew shines.
There are thousands of birds in the forest and an ape in the valley. How to forget the familiar path? The spring knows its source.
Zhongming Longcui Temple, Jiming Daoxiang Village. What are the joys and sorrows? Is carefree annoying? Fang Qing only sends herself, who does she talk to gracefully! The theory of making tea is more detailed.
Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring" is full of fragrance, and she is tired of combing her hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
Yue Fei's Xiao Zhongshan sang nonstop last night. It's already midnight.
Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.
Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey.
I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string? Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of the River" was born and died for ten years, and it is unforgettable not to think about it.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. Li Shangyin's Jinse I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. Liu Yong's Yulin Ling is chilling and sad. Changting is late and the shower begins to rest.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy. Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to? Yuan Zhen's "Li Si" was once a sea of water, and it was forever amber.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. There are faded red apricots and green apricots in Su Shi's Dead Hua Lian.
Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea. Swing inside and outside the wall.
The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
Qin Guan's "Que Qiao Xian" skillfully uses thin clouds, flying stars to spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese are dark. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.
Cui Hu's "Titled South Village" Today last year, people's faces set each other off. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
Ma Zhiyuan's Jing Tian Sand Qiu Si.
6. What poems describe your powerlessness and hesitation about the future? 1, a dream and a reincarnation, bloom is silent, the bridge has passed, and a hundred years have passed.
2, Qing Fang Qing heartbroken, did not sleep every night, peach blossoms fell, drunk asked who to return. 3, the cold wind is cool, and there is no shadow of the moon. Before, I smiled and paid for the water. Today's words are better than a cold 4. The sunset shines obliquely at night, and the ice and rain are chilling, the wind is light, and the leaves are accompanied. Everything is worrying. 5. Shallow worries, shallow worries, shallow thoughts, and shallow clouds reflect my heart. 6. Xia Feng is sad in summer, and cold words are cold. There is fragrance between heaven and earth, flowers are drunk and the moon is bright, and clouds are smiling and watching the dance dry. 8. Flowers bloom, the forest is full of love, and dragons and phoenixes are singing together. Yesterday, there was a sad shadow. 9. bloom flowers fall, dreams are empty, drunk beauty is blank, and it is difficult to stay.
10, tossing and turning, thinking about the fleeting time, smiling and smiling, and now smiling and flowing, my heart has been vicissitudes for thousands of years. 1 1, the night is as cool as water, listening to the sound of rain, the dust of the past is like a dream, love and being loved are always difficult to leave, and all kinds of loneliness add more melancholy.
The touching poem describing love is 12. Cold stars and waning moons shake windows, wind and snow laugh at themselves, vows of eternal love, drunkenness and silence, and pain lasts all night. 13, autumn is hazy and hot, swallows move south to their nests, the night falls silently with the wind, time is like water, but sigh helplessly, and the four seasons are in the present.
14, the lonely shadow shook half drunk, raised a glass and looked at the cold night, the meteor flew away to chase the moon, and the light and shadow fell all over the garden. 15, sleepless at midnight, slightly cold in the rain, a little yearning to wear, prosperous without regrets, infatuation waiting for you for 10 thousand years.
16, the full moon is full, the moon is short of people, the night of Qixi is confused, and fireflies fly in July, which is more happy than sad. 17, the sunset fills the garden, and the enchanting scenery of flowers is boundless. The scenery is suitable for leisurely strolling, which coincides with the beautiful reflection of Jiao Yan 18. The scenery outside the window, the afterheat of dreams, and the magpie bridge meet. Where can I find the spirit? 19, whose vows were broken before and after the flowers; Drunk without words, whose mind is drunk; Tears fall in my heart and make waves; The moonlight is bright, reflecting a room of loneliness. 20. Two cups of wedding banquet are drunk once, red candle tears turn red, and tears silently fall to the window. Who is fascinated by layers of blush?
2 1, the traffic is busy crossing the street, the noise is venting the sky, the clouds are high, and the sunset is infinite. 22. People in the middle and high places in the cold have no desire, tears flow, and jade rabbits don't know how to suffer. Mirror frost Xiao Yue is particularly cold. 23. I was lost in beauty and stayed up all night. All kinds of worries were hidden and no one enjoyed it. Tears fall silently, if there is no heart, how much love and pity there is? I hope that Iraq will put aside what is in her heart today and smile brightly! 24, a little cold star, autumn insects, sleepless nights on the tree, fireflies both around, moonlight solo. 25, the smoke is endless, the red land looks at Sichuan, the mother steals tears at home, and the daughter-in-law Sun repeatedly cries, hates, hates, hates.
The blood in the killing field reflects the sunset glow, and the heart of withdrawing troops is also lacking. When can I stop fighting a few times? Thousands of miles away, my family is looking forward to it. Read, read, read the touching poem after the breakup. In midsummer, the wind is clear and the clouds are light. Birds are singing by the pool in Shui Ying, and flowers are busy, turning into a butterfly dancing around Caixia. Boying is unruly and she flies far away.
27. Cloudless Jiang Shangxing, Wan Li, lifted up his eyes and looked at the silence. The bleak autumn wind blew the leaves, and the misty eyes listened to who was lamenting. A solitary leaf rises from the waves, and several layers of fog are not idle, and duckweed sighs in the river.
Meaning is heavy, and the mind of the hatchback is also difficult to be peaceful. 28. Thousands of blooming flowers reflect the morning glow, butterflies are flying around the cheeks, blushing and laughing, and Yushu's heart is flying in the breeze.
Poems expressing confusion and hesitation. The wind blows gently, frowning and thinking clearly, the past is faint, my thoughts are panic, and my dreams are still warm. Chaos, chaos, chaos.
30. The moon is full, the moon is full, the stars are dotted, and family ties spread thousands of miles. I wish you good health, the future is just around the corner, a beautiful family and a bright smile! 3 1, autumn flowers reveal the cold wind blowing, and the long clothes can't hide the cold heart. Everyone knows the word love, and Mo Mo hopes to make it clear. 32. The autumn wind and autumn rain are sparse, the full moon is toothless, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming again, with laughter and laughter all over the world.
33. The rain falls in the middle of the lake, and it hurts to look at the horizon. Autumn moon whispers come, you think lightly. 34. Cherry blossoms fall, I sleep in the middle of the night, and I dream back to Li Tang a thousand times, hoping, hoping, hoping.
Dressed up and dancing, litchi tears, come back to your side of the Tang Dynasty, complain, complain, complain. 35, a little bit of acacia, a little bit of tears hanging on my heart, a little bit of snacks knowing, a little bit of helplessness to stay 36, my heart is full of waves, rolling up thousands of waves, for whom the waves are open, chaotic, chaotic.
Jade makeup sighs with jade, and sorrow is only three thousand? Who is worried about Yan's mind? Annoying, annoying, annoying 37. The afterglow of the sunset reflects the red mountains, the shallow streams in the valley surround the flowers, bees dance with butterflies and love the sea.
38. Warm wind blows through everything, with different colors. Yan 'er is both beautiful and beautiful, and red bean acacia is among them. 39. Snow falls silently and does not feel cold. Look up at the sky, tears have dried up, the past is like a dream, raise a glass to the bright moon.
40. The rain hit the banana, and the imperial examination was still not returned in March. The wife at home is very much looking forward to meeting her in her hometown. 4 1, autumn flowers, autumn moon and autumn are impermanent, how hurt was the past? I can't sleep at night and steal tears, and my tears are sad; Over time, we forget each other, and dead trees grow slightly in spring; Once the situation changes, the sadness of the past comes up again, and the heart is like ice, and it is difficult to have tears. I feel sad, hate, hate, hate for the rest of my life.
42. When the sun sets and the stars rise, my mind is at a loss. How long has it been? Quiet, quiet. Under the drunken night, the shadow of the past still exists, and the heart is broken in the dream. Who knows? Difficult, difficult, difficult! 43, the moon sets in front of the window, cold Ye Ming, tears fall on the pillow, speechless, sad, dim and dawn.
44. The cold wind of the cold leaves froze my heart, and I stood silent in front of the window, listening to the crows flying by, and my sadness followed until dawn. 45. Look up at the sky, it's getting dark. The future is long and the road is messy. Have a drink and complain, complain, complain.
Flowers fly around in summer to express their feelings, and they can't live without each other in July. Love is faint, sigh, sigh, sigh. 46. Chun Xue set late, and the cold wind overwhelmed Mu Huasheng. The bitter hope has not arrived, and the tears are exhausted.