1. Verses about everlasting regret
Verses about everlasting regret 1. Verses about the longest hatred
Verse: As time goes by, this hatred will last forever. End of life.
Explanation: Even if it lasts forever, there will always be an end, but the hatred of life and death will never end. Source: "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.
Original text: The emperor of Han Dynasty paid great attention to beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country. For many years, he could not get it from Yu Yu. There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty, and once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.
In the cold spring, bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat. The waiter helped her weakly, and it was the beginning of her new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early.
There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love her.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet. Sisters and brothers are all nobles, and they are born in a poor and glorious family.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but as girls. The blue clouds are rising from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere.
Slow singing, slow dancing, and silk and bamboo condensation, the king is not satisfied with it. Yuyang's flying dragon stirs the earth, shocking the colorful clothes and feathers.
Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses rode southwestward. The green flowers swayed and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.
The Sixth Army had no choice but to turn around and die in front of the horse. There is no one to collect the flowers and leaves on the ground, and the jade-winged golden bird is scratching its head.
The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed. The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion.
There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin. The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night.
Seeing the moon in the palace makes me sad, and hearing the heartbreaking sound of bells in the rainy night. The sky spins and the earth turns back to Long Yu, who is still hesitant and unable to go.
In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yu Yan died. The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes on, and looked eastward at the capital gate to return home on horseback.
After returning, the ponds and gardens are all the same, with Taiye hibiscus and willows still growing. Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this.
The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away.
The disciples in Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e in Jiaofang is old. In the evening hall, fireflies fly and think quietly, and the solitary lamp is exhausted before they fall asleep.
The long night begins with bells and drums, and the stars are about to dawn. The mandarin duck tiles are frosty and heavy, and the emerald quilt is cold.
After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep. Linqiong Taoist priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity.
In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently. Empty and control the energy, it rushes like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth to seek everywhere.
The blue sky above and the yellow spring below are nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was ethereal.
The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies. One of them has a character called Tai Zhen, and his skin and appearance are all mixed.
Knock on the jade fan in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, and convert the little jade to the other side to get a double success. Hearing that the Emperor of the Han Dynasty envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent is frightened.
Wandering around while holding clothes and pushing pillows, the silver screen of beads and foil spreads out. The bun in the clouds is half fresh, and the flower crown is not neat.
The wind blows and the fairy mantle is fluttering, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers. The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are blurry. Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon are long in Penglai Palace.
Turning back and looking down at the world, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen, but dust and mist. Only the old things show deep affection, and the golden hairpins are sent to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces. But the teaching heart is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell message again with sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other. On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on the earth, I wish to be a twig. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
Translation: Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty preferred beauty. After becoming the emperor, he had been looking for beauties for many years, but found nothing. There was a daughter of the Yang family who had just grown up. She was very beautiful and she was raised in a boudoir. Outsiders did not know her beauty.
Naturally beautiful and charming, it was difficult for her to be buried in the world. As expected, it didn't take long for her to become a concubine beside Emperor Ming of Tang Dynasty. When she looked back and smiled, she was full of charm and charm; all the six officials and concubines were overshadowed.
When the spring was cold, the emperor gave her a bath in Huaqing Pool. The warm spring water washed her skin like gelatin. The maid supported her, and Pingting was as weak as a hibiscus emerging from the water, and she began to gain favor from the emperor.
Her hair is like clouds on her temples, her face is like flowers, and she wears a golden walking stick on her head. Spend the spring night with the emperor in the warm hibiscus tent.
Deep love only hates the short spring night, sleeping until the sun rises high. The king was deeply in love with his children and his gentle country, and never went to court again.
I am so busy that I have no time to accept your pleasures and serve you. In the spring, he traveled with the emperor, and in the evening, he slept with him every night.
There were no less than three thousand concubines in the harem, but she was the only one who enjoyed the emperor's favor. Dressing up in the golden house, coquettishly staying with the king every night; drinking and feasting in the jade tower, drunkenness adds a bit of charm.
Her brothers and sisters were all honored with titles because of her, and the Yang family had a glorious lintel that was enviable. As a result, parents all over the world changed their minds and favored daughters over sons.
The Yuyu Qiong Tower in Huaqing Palace on Lishan Mountain towers into the clouds, and fairy music floats in all directions when the breeze passes. The singing and dancing are often in time, and the orchestral melody is vivid. The king watches it all day long, but never tires of it.
The war drums of the Yuyang rebellion were deafening, and the music of colorful clothes and feathers stopped playing in the palace. The Jiuzhong Palace was instantly filled with dust, and the king fled to the southwest with a large number of ministers, servants and beautiful family members.
The convoy stopped and went, and it was only a hundred miles west of Chang'an. The Sixth Army stagnated and demanded that Yang Yuhuan be killed.
The king had no choice but to hang Yang Yuhuan at the foot of Mawei slope. The ornaments on the imperial concubine's head were scattered all over the floor and no one was picking them up.
The emerald green gorse scratches his head, and the precious headdress is one by one. The king couldn't help but covered his face and cried. Looking back at the scene of the tragic death of the noble concubine, tears of blood could not stop flowing.
The autumn wind was blowing away the fallen leaves, the loess dust had disappeared, and the convoy walked through the plank road with twists and turns, and the motorcade set foot on the ancient Jiange Road. There are few people walking down Mount Emei, the flags are colorless, and the sun and moon have no light.
The beautiful mountains and clear waters of Shu made the king miss him. Looking at the moon in the palace is full of sadness, and listening to the music on a rainy night makes my voice sad.
After the rebellion subsided, the king returned to Chang'an and passed by Maweipo. He hesitated after seeing the things and missing people. At the foot of the lush Mawei slope, in the desolate yellow tombs, the beauty's face is no longer seen, only the tombs lie in the mountains.
The emperor and his ministers look at each other, their clothes are wet with tears, they look eastward at Kyoto and their hearts are sad, and their trusty horses return to the court. When I came back, I saw that the pond was still the same, the hibiscus beside Taiye Pond was still there, and the weeping willows in Weiyang Palace remained unchanged.
The hibiscus blooms like Yuhuan’s face, and the willow leaves resemble her eyebrows. How can you not feel sad at this scene? The spring breeze blows open the peach and plum blossoms, which makes people feel extremely sad; the autumn rain drops on the sycamore leaves, making the scene even more lonely and miserable. Xingqingguan and Ganlu Hall are in depression and overgrown with autumn grass.
The steps in the palace are covered with fallen leaves, and no one has been sweeping them for a long time. The actor's head has turned white, and the palace maid's beauty has faded.
Fireflies dance in the palace at night.
2. The poem of Everlasting Regret and its poetic meaning
"Song of Everlasting Regret" Tang Dynasty.
When Bai Juyi became the emperor of Han Dynasty, he paid great attention to beauty and thought of the country. For many years, he could not get it from Yu Yu. There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty, and once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.
In the cold spring, bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat. The waiter helped her weakly, and it was the beginning of her new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early.
There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love her.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet. Sisters and brothers are all from the earth, and they are poor and glorious.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but as girls. The blue clouds are rising from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere.
Slow singing, slow dancing, and silk and bamboo condensation, the king is not satisfied with it. Yuyang's flying dragon stirs the earth, shocking the colorful clothes and feathers.
Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses rode southwestward. Cuihua travels far away and stops again, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.
The Sixth Army had no choice but to turn around and die in front of the Emei horse. There is no one to collect the land assigned to the flower tenants, and the green and green gorse scratches his head.
The king hid his face and asked for help but looked back at the blood and tears flowing freely. The yellow leaves are scattered and the wind is rustling, and the clouds are shining brightly on the sword pavilion.
There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin. The clear water of the Shujiang River and the green mountains of Shu are the love of the Holy Lord day and night.
Seeing the moon in the palace makes me sad, and hearing the sound of bells in the rain at night. The sky spins and the earth turns back to Long Yu. He hesitates and cannot go.
In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yurong Kong died. The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes on, and looked eastward at the capital gate to return home on horseback.
When I return, the ponds and gardens are all the same, with Taiye hibiscus and young willows. Hibiscus is like a painting and willows are like eyebrows. How can I not shed tears about this?
The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are red all over the streets.
The disciples in Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e in Jiaofang is old. In the evening hall, fireflies fly and think quietly, and the solitary lamp is exhausted before they fall asleep.
The long night begins with bells and drums, and the stars are about to dawn. Mandarin ducks, tiles and tiles are cold, the flowers are heavy, who is the sad green quilt and the cold one.
After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul has never come back like a dream. Linxun Taoist priest Hongdu Ke can reach the soul with his sincerity.
In order to appreciate the thoughts of the emperor and his ministers, he taught the alchemists to search diligently. Empty and control the energy, it rushes like electricity, ascends to the sky and seeks only all over the earth.
The blue sky above and the yellow spring below are nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea. The mountain was in the ethereal place.
The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies. One of them has a character called Tai Zhen, and his skin and appearance are all mixed.
Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, and if you turn to Xiaoyu, you will be rewarded with double success. Smell the emperor's envoy of the Han family, Jiuhua tent warm dream soul frightened.
Wandering around with clothes and pillows in hand, pearls are floating on the silver screen. The clouds on the temples are half fresh for sleeping, and the flower crowns are not neat when they come out of the hall.
The wind blows and the fairy mantle is fluttering, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers. The lonely jade face sheds tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are blurry. Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon are long in Penglai Palace.
Turning back and looking down at the world, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen, dust and mist are visible. But the old things show deep affection, and the rhinestone alloy hairpin is sent to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into one fan; break the hairpin into gold and divide it into pieces. But the teaching heart is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell message again with sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other. On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth, I wish to be a twig. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
Translation of "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" (complete) The emperor of the Han Dynasty valued the beauty of the city and the country, and was determined to find a peerless beauty. It's a pity that after many years of being a country, he has been nowhere to be found.
There was a newly grown girl in the Yang family. She was raised in a boudoir and no one had ever seen her face. Her natural beauty cannot be buried, and she is finally chosen to be with the emperor.
She turned around and smiled, all kinds of charm appearing at the same time. The pink, white and dark green of the Sixth Palace immediately lost their color.
It was a cold spring day and she was given a bath in the Huaqing Pool. The hot spring water was smooth and washed her skin like condensed oil. The maid helped her out of the bath, but she was too lazy and weak. It was at this moment that she first accepted her grace.
With a flower-like appearance and cloud-like hair on the temples, the golden steps tremble on the head. Beautiful spring night, spring night is too short! The sun was so high that the sky opened its eyes. From then on, I never went to the morning to meet with those ministers again.
Chasing pleasure and serving banquets, she was always by the emperor's side. Spring comes with spring outings, and the nights are exclusive to her.
There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and all the love of these three thousand people is concentrated on her. At night in the palace, she dressed up and went to serve the Holy King.
At the banquet in the Jade Tower, Chun got drunk with her. My sister and brothers have all achieved great status. It’s so enviable. The whole family is prosperous.
Parents in the world are so kind-hearted that they think it is better to give birth to a boy than to give birth to a girl. Li Palace, a place to escape the summer heat, stands high in the sky.
The music in the palace can be heard everywhere in the world. There was slow singing and dancing in the palace, and the piano was played slowly and the flute was played slowly.
The emperor watched all day long and could never get enough. Who knew that Yuyang's rebellious war drums would beat the ground and shock the colorful feathers? Smoke and dust appeared in the royal city, and Tianyu's cavalry, a thousand chariots and ten thousand horses, fled to the southwest.
We just walked a hundred miles, walking and standing. What should we do if the Sixth Army refuses to advance? Wanwan Mo Mei died in front of the emperor's horse.
Her mother-of-pearls were left on the ground without anyone collecting them, as well as the emerald crown on her head, her gold bird, and her jade scratch on her head. The emperor covered his face, thinking that he could not be saved. Looking back, tears and blood flowed together.
The plank road winds up to the sword pavilion, and the wind blows the yellow dust, which is particularly desolate. There are not many pedestrians on the Emei Road, the sky flags have lost their luster, and the sunshine is so thin.
The water of the Shu River is so green and the Shu Mountain is so verdant. It is hard for the emperor to miss him day and night. When I saw the moonlight in the palace, I saw the color of sadness, and when I heard the rain hitting the bell at night, I heard the sound of heartbreak. Finally one day, the world turned upside down and the Holy Spirit came back to the capital, and ended up here again - it made people linger and couldn't bear to leave.
The land where the beauty died in vain can no longer be found in the middle of the soil at the foot of Mawei slope. The monarch and his ministers looked at each other, with tears streaming down their clothes, and looked eastward, trusting the horse to return to the capital.
Come back and take a look at the palace gardens. Taiye Pond, Lotus Weiyang Palace and Green Willows are still charming. The hibiscus flowers are so much like her face, and the willow leaves are so much like her eyebrows. How can one not shed tears when seeing flowers and willows?
How can you not feel it, in this day when the spring breeze blows the peach and plum blossoms, in this autumn time when the sycamore leaves fall! The Supreme Emperor lived in the South Palace and the West Palace. The autumn grass grew in the courtyard, and if you didn't sweep it away, the steps were covered with red fallen leaves. At that time, Qingmei, the supervisor of the Jiao Room, was already old, and the disciples in the Liyuan had new gray hair on their heads.
At night, fireflies flew over the palace, and the Emperor quietly thought about it. At night, I couldn't sleep because of the broken lantern, and I could only hear the bells and drums in the palace beating slowly.
The night is so long, look at the Milky Way still shining in the sky. It's almost dawn, but it's not bright yet! The frost is so heavy, the tiles on the house are so cold, the green quilt is cold, who can support me? You are dead, but I am still alive. Years have passed since we parted, and your soul has never entered mine.
3. Poems about "hate"
Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple Bai Juyi
When the beauty of April in the world is gone, the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.
I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.
The Eight Formations by Du Fu
The Eight Formations are famous for his achievements in covering three parts of the country.
The stone in the river will not turn, and the regret will be swallowed by Wu.
Spring Hope Du Fu
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust.
Mooring in Qinhuai Du Mu
The smoke is in the cold water and the moon is in the sand. I am mooring in Qinhuai at night near a restaurant.
The business girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river.
Resentment Li Bai
The beauty rolls up the bead curtain and sits deep with frowning eyebrows.
But when I see wet tears, I don’t know who I hate.
Breaking through the sand of Huanxi, Li Jing
The fragrant lotus leaves are gone,
The west wind is worrying among the green waves.
Still haggard and haggard as time goes by, unbearable to look at.
The drizzle dreamed back to Jisaiyuan,
The small building was filled with cold jade pipes.
How many teardrops are full of infinite hatred, leaning against the lantern.
Hate Words Bai Juyi
The green eyebrows are low and the red tears are secretly sold.
I used to hate others, but I am unconscious now.
Grudge (a hatred) Han Xie
Time slips away into darkness and desolation, and I am too lazy to see the dawn makeup on the water chestnut flowers.
The person on the swing is lonely at first, and the green grass in the back garden is left to grow.
The hateful couplet is clear
We are of the same mind and in the same county but do not see each other, - illness (lost surname)
Uniquely picked the Fan of Wuyong. --Yan Bojun
Don't listen to your east neighbor's troubles with the frost, --Jiao Ran
The memories of the expedition are like raindrops. --Cheng (lost her surname)
Changxin's empty steps were covered with grass, --Congxin (lost her surname)
Concubine Ming left Zhaoyang Palace for the first time. --Hang (lost surname)
The lantern of Tang Yin in "Qishu's Legacy"
Three feet of silver lanterns are burning across the tent, and the happiness is not over and the marriage is broken;
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4. Poems with "hate"
1 Li Shangyin traveled alone in the lotus leaves of Qujiang in late autumn I hate spring when it is born, and I hate autumn when the lotus leaves wither.
2 Dai Shulun's Acacia Song: I hate the jade quilt on my gums, I resent the golden hairpin and the phoenix stock. 3 Zhang Bi Sends People To pity the wind and moon is sentimental, don’t hate life when it’s still spring.
4 Fish Mysteries A gift to the neighbor’s daughter (one work is sent to Li Yiyuan) If you can get a glimpse of Song Yu, why hate Wang Chang. 5 Bai Juyi's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Langtaosha Hatred is not as good as tide and faith. When you miss each other, you realize that the sea is not deep.
6 Bai Juyi's Mid-Autumn Moon The clear light for thousands of miles is unimaginable, adding sorrow and hatred to the end of the world, 7 Li He's fishing poem Zhan Zi's love is infinite, Long Yang's hatred is more than enough. 8 Wen Tingyun's "Xichun Poems" A hundred tongues asked about the flowers without saying a word, and they seemed to hate the rain in the pond.
9 Liu Fangping Plum Blossoms Fall The young woman is like this, the Great Wall hates her endlessly. 10 Two Poems on Spring Thoughts by Jia Zhi The east wind does not blow away sorrows, but the spring days can only arouse hatred.
11. Chang Jian’s four poems under the plug. The male and female dragons are fighting, and the forces of the male and female have been divided. The ghosts cry and hate the general after landslides. 12 Du Mu's Two Occasional Poems in Qi'an County How many green lotuses rely on each other and hate each other, looking back to the west wind for a while.
13. Wu Rong's Four Songs from Huaqing Palace. I can't listen to the song "Yu Yi", and still feel the gurgling water of regret. 14 Li Yi's "Song Xia Qu" The Yellow River flows eastward at 90%, when will the hatred buried in the battlefield be ended?
15 Yuan Zhen's ancient poem "We can't stay together without separation, but we hate each other and love each other." In life, I hate wild cranes for their late return, and in death, I hate that chickens know the season.
16 Zhang Ji Autumn Night in the Mountains I gather herbs at the west peak to accompany you, and I will regret this night forever. 17 Wei Yingwu Remembering all my brothers on the Qingming Day, I only hate my dear brother Yan, sitting here spending this good year.
18 Zheng Zhun, Jiangnan Qingming Festival, the wind blows all night long, and the time changes with the wine. 19 Liu Zhongyong's Listening to the Zheng, more severe parting regrets, Luoyang City on the Qilu Road in the south of the Yangtze River.
Starting from 20 yuan, one hundred untitled poems by Jiang Xing (one is a poem by Qian Jue) Whoever is good at dancing would not want to go to the balcony. In ancient times, I missed many guests and hated the rivers and lakes.
I miss the mist and water deeply, but I always regret it across Longsha. 21 Liu Cang Playing with the Moon on the Night of August 15th Mid-Autumn Festival The moon is bright and the Tianhe River is quiet. There are many crows and magpies flying south.
22 Yao He and Yuan Balang’s Mid-Autumn Residence. I know this taste of life, and I only hate the lack of karma. 23 Li Yu Qing Ping Le (a Yi Luo Yue) Leaving hatred is like spring grass, walking farther and still living.
24 Han Xie Village House The joy in front of you is full of hatred, the beautiful scenery is not the same as the heart. 25 Shi Jianwu's Poems on Rhododendrons Rhododendrons are beautiful when they are young, and the people in the hated imperial city don't know them.
26 Chen Ziang Late in Lexiang County How can I hate this time, and the apes are singing at night. 27 Li Yu's condolences. The hatred in my heart was not gone, but I missed him again.
28Wu Rong It is forbidden to send directly to colleagues on the night of August 15th. I used to hate that the world is thousands of miles apart, which is even worse than the nine gates in the sky. 29 Han Xie March I have no choice but to sleep under the urn next door.
30 Yuan Zhen Three Poems to Relieve Sorrow and Feelings I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and everything goes bad for poor and humble couples. 31 Han Xie Spring is over. It is easy for people to hate when they are leisurely and fragrant. It is difficult to summon the ancient soul in such a different place.
32 Wu Rong Yang Hua Hundreds of flowers will always hate the wind, but only Yang Hua loves the wind. 33 Li Chen Diao Bai Juyi The boy interprets and chants the song of Everlasting Sorrow, and the Hu'er can sing the pipa piece.
34 Bai Juyi Peach Blossoms of Dalin Temple I always regret that I can’t find a place to return in spring, and I don’t know where to turn. 35 Bai Juyi's Songs and Songs · Zhaojun's Resentment Since your kindness is as thin as paper, there is no need to always hate Danqing.
36. Du Fu's Spring Look. I feel the flowers splashing with tears, and hate the other birds. 37 Bai Juyi, Pipa Xing Don’t feel sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
38 Bai Juyi's Song of Everlasting Regret. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever. 39 Li Shangyin's Four Untitled Poems Liu Lang already hated that Pengshan was far away, and even more separated by Pengshan 10,000 layers.
40 Liu Yuxi Ball Throwing Lyrics When you see the flowers in the early spring, you will regret it later.
5. Poems expressing hate
In fact, as deep as the hatred is, there is only as deep a love. The fact that you hate her now means that you still love her, so cherish this feeling! < /p>
It’s useless to hate without any plan
Part 2
The birds sing in spring on the branches of the silver branches
A thousand regrets should not be divided< /p>
Yi Ru knows that I am still crazy
Just waiting for the blue bird to convey the good news
Part Three
The beauty of the world has never been heard
< p> I only love youYou leave me now and go alone
I am wandering to the world
Part 4
Long Mo Last night at dusk
The lonely shadow floats slowly
The old tree withered vines is full of anger
The crow cries blood and my soul is alone
Part 5
I am running fast through Sanchuan River
The sound of horses treading on the muddy ground
If there is a god in the world
I must Don't let your heart be betrayed
6. Who has poems about hate?
No matter the smoke and wind and rain, I will carry my hatred across the Yangtze River (Zheng Wenbao of the Song Dynasty)
No I hate the ancients for not seeing me, and I hate the ancients for not seeing me. (Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji)
I don’t hate the passing of my years, I’m just afraid that my youth will worry about it, and half of it will be spent (Liang Qichao, Republic of China)
I always regret that this body does not belong to me, when will I forget Yingying (Su Shi of the Song Dynasty)
I always regret that the human heart is not as good as water, and it will make waves in peace (Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty)
Liu Lang I already hate that Pengshan is far away, and even more separated by ten thousand layers of Pengshan (Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty)
What I hate most is that many talents are too shallow (Zhao Delin of the Song Dynasty)
I once said goodbye to my lover on the bridge, I hate that there is no news until now (Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty)
How can I avoid sorrow and hatred in life, and how can my love be limited when I am alone in ecstasy (Five Dynasties, Li Yu)
What do I hope for wealth in life? I hate not to get married. With the King of the Dong Family (Southern and Northern Dynasties·Anonymous)
Life is full of love and infatuation, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon (Song Dynasty·Ouyang Xiu)
How much hatred was in the dream last night (Five Dynasties· Li Yu)
How many teardrops are full of infinite hatred, leaning on the lantern (Five Dynasties·Li Jing)
Passionate since ancient times, there is no more hatred, the origin of good dreams is the easiest to wake up (Qing Dynasty·Shi Qingxi)
< p> It is natural that life will grow and hate the water forever (Five Dynasties·Li Yu)Even if you are short of money, you will not hate it. It is rare that the couple is a young man (Republic of China·Wu Fangji)
Asked about how desolate life is at this point. No, I hate you so much that I cut him open for my brother (Gu Zhenguan, Qing Dynasty)
If you think about it deeply, it is not as good as peach and apricot, but you still want to marry the east wind (Zhang Xian, Song Dynasty)
But see Tears are wet, and I don’t know who I hate (Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty)
Returning the king’s pearls shed tears, wishing they had met when they were still unmarried (Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty)
Returning the queen with a bowl of alms is ruthless Tears, hate to meet each other before they are shaved (Su Manshu of the Republic of China)
7. What are the poems about "hatred"
1. Hatred is not as good as tide and faith, and you will only wake up after missing each other. The sea is not deep. ——Bai Juyi "Lang Tao Sha"
Definition: When men and women complain to each other, they think that the other is not as punctual and trustworthy as the tide. When they miss each other, they realize that the sea is not deep.
2. The clear light thousands of miles away is unimaginable, adding sorrow and hatred to the end of the world - Bai Juyi's "Mid-Autumn Moon"
Interpretation: How can the clear brilliance of the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival convey my thoughts? It just adds to my nostalgia and hatred, letting it linger around the world
3. Zhan Zi’s love is endless, but Long Yang’s hatred is more than enough. ——Li He's "Fishing Poems"
Interpretation: Zhan He also caught a fish as big as a car with a single cocoon fishing line, but he, a masculine man, did not catch any fish. How could he not feel ashamed? !
4. A hundred tongues ask about the flowers without saying a word, and the low back seems to hate the rain in the pond. ——Wen Tingyun's "Xichun Ci"
Definition: The little-tongued bird asked the flower, but the flower did not speak. Hanging around with your head down seems to resent the rain in Hengtang.
5. The young woman is like this, the Great Wall hates her endlessly. ——Liu Fangping's "Plum Blossoms Fall"
Interpretation: The young woman admires the plum blossoms in the courtyard. As the flowers bloom and fall, she thinks that time is fleeting and her prime years are no longer around. This includes not being able to spend time with her husband who is on an expedition to guard the border. The resentment of spending a good year
6. The east wind does not blow away sorrow, but the spring day can make people hate you for a long time. ——Jia Zhi "Two Spring Thoughts"
Interpretation: The spring breeze still cannot blow away my worries and sorrows, but my worries and resentments have been growing in this spring.
7. The male and female dragons are fighting against each other, and the landslide ghosts cry and hate the general. ——Chang Jian "Four Songs under the Sai"
Definition: Hate the general, which means "the fault lies with the general but not with the soldiers".
8. How many green lotuses rely on each other and hate each other, looking back to the west wind for a while.
——Du Mu Two Occasional Poems in Qi'an County
Explanation: On the water, lotus leaves stand in clusters, and a gust of west wind blows, and the lotus leaves in the stream turn with the wind, seeming to contain infinite sadness.
9. The Yellow River flows to the east at 90%, but when will the hatred in the battlefield end? ——Li Yi Sai Xiaqu
Explanation: To annihilate all enemies, no enemy can be allowed to escape.
10. We can’t help each other, and we can’t help but miss each other. ——Yuan Zhen's Ancient Jue Ci
Explanation: If two people are separated, they should no longer hate each other; if two people are separated, they should no longer miss each other.
11. I only hate my dear dear Yan, sitting and spending this beautiful year. ——Wei Yingwu "Remembering My Brothers on Qingming Day"
Interpretation: It is a pity that Yanzi left his relatives and spent his youth here in vain.
12. More layers of separation and hatred, Luoyang City on the Qilu Road in the south of the Yangtze River. ——Liu Zhongyong "Listening to the Zheng"
Interpretation: The sound of the Zheng is inherently painful, not to mention the fact that it is mixed with my heavy hatred of separation. Wouldn't it particularly arouse the longing for my distant relatives!
13. When the lotus leaves grow, spring hates them; when the lotus leaves wither, autumn hates them. ——Li Shangyin "Wandering Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn"
Interpretation: When the lotus leaves first grow, the hatred of spring has already arisen. When the lotus leaves wither, autumn resentment comes again.
8. Poems about "Hate"
Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple By Bai Juyi In April, the beauty of the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.
I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn. Eight Formation Diagram Du Fu's achievements cover three parts of the country, and the famous Eight Formation Diagram is famous.
The stone in the river will not turn, and the regret will be swallowed by Wu. Spring Hope Du Fu The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is covered with deep vegetation in spring.
I shed tears when I am grateful for the flowers, and I am frightened when I hate others. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming. Mooring in Qinhuai Du Mu The smoke cage is cold, the moon is caged in the sand, and the Qinhuai River is close to the restaurant at night.
The business girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river. Resentment Li Bai The beauty rolls up the bead curtain and sits deeply with her eyebrows furrowed.
But when I see wet tears, I don’t know who I hate. Breaking through the sand of Huanxi, Li Jing. The fragrant lotus leaves are sold out, and the westerly wind stirs up the green waves.
Still haggard and haggard as time goes by, unbearable to look at. The dream of drizzle returns to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blows through the small building.
How many teardrops are full of infinite hatred, leaning against the lantern. Words of Hate by Bai Juyi The green eyebrows are lowered and the red tears are hidden.
I used to hate others, but I am unconscious now. Grudge (a hatred) Han Xie Time slips away into darkness and desolation, and I am too lazy to see the morning makeup on the water chestnut flowers.
The person on the swing is lonely at first, and the green grass in the back garden allows him to grow. A couplet of hatred, Jiaoran, we are of the same heart and in the same county, but we don't see each other, - Ji (lost his surname), he only picks the fan of Miwu and chants it. --Yan Bojun Don't listen to your east neighbor's troubles with the frost. --Jiao Ran Remembering the conquerors from far away, tears are like sleet.
--Cheng (lost surname) Changxin's empty steps were covered with grass, --Congxin (lost surname) Concubine Ming left Zhaoyang Palace for the first time. --Hang (lost surname) The lantern lantern in "Qi Shu's Remaining Regret" by Tang Yin A three-foot silver lantern burns across the tent, and the marriage is broken up before the joy is over; May the teachings turn into a treasure of light, shining through the underworld.
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