A bleak poem about the wind 1. A sad poem about the wind.
Friends of Cambodia by Nalan Rong Ruo.
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. The Lishan language stops at midnight and the night language rings. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
Du Fu, up the hill
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
The voice is very slow, Li Qingzhao
Looking around, lonely and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three cups and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? The wind is rushing at dawn.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can break it now?
Looking out the window, how can you be black alone!
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence!
2. Sad sentences describing the wind
It belongs to self-editing, please forgive me.
1, when the wind is biting. . When I blow your long black hair, I ... . . Still waiting for the wind to take me. . Your information
We fell in love in the warm spring breeze. . . . Break up in the bleak autumn wind
The wind blows gently across your face. . . Take away the infinite desolation.
The wind carries a few withered petals. . . Blow into the distance.
5. In the wind. . . . Wu Tong looked at all this. . . Looking at the people who left, looking at the dead heart.
6. The hand we had been holding was finally released. . In this wind. . . How are you?
I let go of your hand in the wind. . . The tears just left have dried up.
Because of the time, I will write so much first. It is not enough for you to ask me. I will write to you later.
3. What are the poems describing the bleak autumn leaves?
Poems describing the desolation of autumn leaves
1, the Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
2. Song Ouyang Xiu's "Yulouchun, I don't know if you are far away"
I don't know the distance after you broke up. Sad and boring. Drifting away, no books, rich water and heavy fish.
Late at night, the wind blows bamboo and plays autumn rhyme. A thousand leaves, a thousand voices, all hate. So, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream is not a lamp, it will burn.
3. Gong Zizhen's Five Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai in Qing Dynasty.
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
4. Jia Dao's "Jiang Yi went to Wu Chu" in the Tang Dynasty.
When Fujian set sail, Toad lost his last contact.
Autumn wind blows the Weihe River and leaves fall all over Chang 'an.
There was a party here in the evening, when it was thunderstorm and freezing.
Lan Raoshu did not return, and the news was in the clouds.
5. Dai Shulun visited San Lv Temple in Tang Dynasty.
Yuan Xiang keeps flowing, why does Qu Zi complain?
Autumn wind rises at dusk, and maple trees whisper.
4. Poems describing wandering and desolation
Liu Yuxi's Seventh Poem of Nine Poems on Bamboo Branches
Twelve beaches in Qutang, people say that the road is difficult since ancient times.
It's better to hate people than water, and make waves casually.
Magnolia imitates ancient writing.
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.
Dreamed of the south bank
Who does Xiao Li hate? Flying snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew plum bottles. Heart words have turned gray.
Reflections on Sushuanglin Temple in Jiangnan
When the heart is exhausted, there are monks who can't stop hair. Wind and rain kill life and death, deja vu and loneliness, but I can't wake up.
Shake it back and blow it clearly. The golden well leaves are floating in the dark. At first glance, the wind will settle, the bell will ring and the blessing will recommend the whole city.
5. Ten poems about "wind"
Last night, the small building was easterly, so my country couldn't bear to look back at the Ming Dynasty in the middle of the month-(Southern Tang Dynasty) Li Yu's "The Mermaid" became frosty and cold, the river was deserted, and the residual photos were buildings.
-(Song) Liu Yong's "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou" has a heavy curtain and the wind is uncertain. Beginning of life is quiet, and the sunset should be full tomorrow. -(Song) "You Xian" wishes Dongfeng to bring wine, and * * * hangs Luocheng East calmly.
-(Song) Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha" is a beautiful field with a clear moon and a suitable night. —— (Song) Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds" is 10,000 yuan, and the country has broken mountains and rivers.
-(Song) Zhu Dunru's "Minus Magnolia" The wind stopped and Pengzhou blew away the three mountains! -(Song) Li Qingzhao's "The Fisherman's Pride" The moon sets on the river, and the wind is whistling. -(Ming) North Joan's Cold Night On a windy night, Huang Cancan flies.
-(Tang)' s On the Mountain, the water is cold, with a wind from the north. -(Tang) Meng Haoran was cold early, the wind blew the leaves on both sides, and the moon crossed me alone.
-(Tang) Meng Haoran's "From a berth in Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou" is surging, and the general hunts Weicheng. -(Tang) Wang Wei hunted until the bank at low tide widened and there was no wind to stir my lonely sail.
-(Tang) Wang Wan's "The next berth on Beibao Mountain" asked where the plum blossoms fell, and the wind blew all over the mountain overnight. (Tang) Gao Shi's "Listening to the flute on the plug" Chai Men smells dogs barking and returns to people in the snowy night.
-(Tang) Liu Changqing's "The Lord of Furong Mountain in the Snow" The apes whimper in the high wind, and the birds fly across the white sand in clear lake. -(Tang) Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain", there is a cold wind blowing in the distant sky. What are you thinking, old friend? ? -(Tang) Du Fu's "To Li Bai at the End of the Day" ode to the west wind (English) Shelley-Oh, the wild west wind, you smell the autumn! Because you can't see it, thousands of trees are scattered, like ghosts fleeing from exorcism wizards, faded, black, pale and blushing, and countless leaves destroyed by epidemics are flying around; Oh, you fly winged seeds to their dark wintering beds, just like a corpse lying in a grave. They will be dormant, cold and desolate, respectively, until your blue sister blows her bright horn in spring and blows it to the land of dreams (such as herding sheep and driving sweet buds into the air to feed and drink), so that the mountains and plains are full of life colors and fragrance.
Free spirit, you, you travel far and wide; You destroy, you save, listen, oh, listen! On your stream, in the chaotic high altitude, in the chaotic dark clouds, the angel of rain and electricity, like endless dead leaves of the earth, broke free from the branches intertwined with the sky and the sea, drifting and rushing, on the surface of your empty waves, like vigorous moss raised on the head of the goddess of alcohol, from the dark edge of the vast horizon to the top of the sky, there are approaching storms and swaying curly hair everywhere, you, dying remnant. From your majestic atmosphere, black rain, fire and hail are generated; Oh, listen! Three, you, oh, you woke up the blue Mediterranean from your dream. All summer, he slept soundly outside a pumice island in the bay, and the clear sound of running water urged him to sleep. He also dreamed of ancient towers, towers and palaces. He kept trembling in the fierce and turbulent waves. All of them are covered with moss and flowers, fragrant and fragrant, and his sense of drunkenness is indescribable.
Oh, to make way for you, Atlantic water. Suddenly, in the depths of the vast waves, the algae on the seabed and the muddy jungle with no juice, oh, because of the recognition of your whistle, all of them suddenly changed color, and they were frightened and withered; Listen, oh, listen! If I am a swift cloud that can fly with you, if I am a fallen leaf, you can support me, if I am a wave that can absorb your great strength and share your strong pulse, I am free and unrestrained, second only to you, oh, beyond control; If I can swim in the sky with you as a companion as I was a teenager, because at that time, I seemed to surpass your unbounded speed, which is not a miracle; I wouldn't be so eager to pray for you now.
Oh, lift me up, just like you lift waves, clouds and fallen leaves! I tripped over the thorns of life! I am bleeding! This is too much like you suppressed by the burden of years, proud, unruly and agile like you. I like you playing in the forest, please treat me like a piano, even if my leaves wither like a forest! Your extraordinary harmony, generosity and agitation will surely play the music of late autumn with me in the forest, which is sad but sweet.
I hope your brave spirit is my soul, and I can be brave you! Please spread my withered thoughts to the whole universe, just as you drive away the fallen leaves and promote new life. Please rely on my monotonous rhyme like a spell, like the embers that never go out, to spread my words all over the world, through my lips, to the sleeping people, and let the horn of prophecy ring! Oh, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? 18 19, autumn.