I once danced with Dongfeng,
Leyou Spring Garden is heartbroken.
How to be willing to clear autumn,
Accompanied by sunset and cicada singing
Preface fragment of Wang Teng Pavilion
Ha ha! Bad luck, ill-fated Feng Tang is easy to get old, and Li Guang is hard to seal. Qu Jiayi is in Changsha, not without a master; Loud.
In the sea area, there is no shortage of time. It depends on a gentleman's poverty and his talent for understanding life. When you are old and strong, would you rather be moved? Poor and strong.
The ambition of Qingyun. I feel that Chanquan is very cool, but I am still very happy after doing it. Although Beihai is on credit, it can be accepted; The cold corner has gone, and the mulberry is not late. The first month of a season.
Noble taste, empty heart of serving the country; You can't cry to the end of the road if you are crazy!
2. Ask for a poem 1 describing the hardships of life and write a book.
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
I have never seen a green hill in my eyes, and I have no sideburns in the mirror.
Just say that you don't do anything when you get old, and you want to do more in middle age.
I look at the green hills with my eyes full, but I have no leisure to go swimming. I look pale in the mirror, but what can I do? When I was young, I was busy, thinking that I would be relaxed when I was old. Now I find that there are more dusty things in middle age.
2, partridge day, and nine.
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
There's nothing to frown about. When I am old, I feel sad. Turn around in a hundred years, and everything will be long.
Pillow on the stream, chess in the bamboo. Afraid of looking for wine companions and lazy poems. Very muscular, very boastful, only better than when I was sick.
Why are you so sad because you are free? It's not because of the helplessness of old age, but because of the evening scenery that is not in the mood. Life is a hundred years, just like the shadow of the sun moving flowers. Every time I see my temples turn gray in front of the mirror, I feel disheartened and everything is empty!
Every day, I get drunk at Xitou and play chess with bamboo trees to kill this leisure time. Where can there be the old pride of inviting friends to get drunk and write poems? Where is the spirit of going forward and not wanting to get others into trouble? What's left is just the weakness after years of long illness!
3. Send some replies to Huang.
Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian
I live in Junnanhai, Beihai, and I can't send geese to deliver books. Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain.
Housekeeping, but with four vertical walls, does not cure diseases. I want to study, my head is white, and apes cry over streams.
I live on the northern seashore, while you live on the southern seashore. You want to send a book to Hongyan, but it can't fly to Hengyang. The spring breeze sees peaches and plums drinking wine, and the rivers and lakes are down and out. I have been away for ten years, and I often miss you in the autumn rain.
You only have four empty walls to support your livelihood. It's hard. The ancients made a good doctor by folding their elbows three times. I hope you don't. I think you are poor, self-sufficient and study hard, and now your hair is white. Through the miasma-filled mountain stream, the apes wailed and climbed the ivy deep in the forest.
4. Afternoon pillow
Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi
A hundred years of spring dreams have passed, and I don't want to play the flute here. Weeds bloom in bloom, and songbirds reward each other.
The old road is buried and the new path is opened, and Zhu Hu looks at the painted building obliquely. It's sad to want a cup without a partner.
It seems like a hundred years have passed since I woke up, but I can only stay in a dream without immortal Taoism. Weed bloom flowers fall, pigeons still pay each other.
The old road has been covered with weeds, so we must find another road. The vermilion gate is crooked, and the carved gallery and painted building behind it are faintly visible. If you want to take a swig, you will only regret that no one drinks it. You can only look at the decadent scene in front of you and sigh that things are different, and it is difficult to calm down at the moment.
5. Miscellaneous poems
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
Life without a base is like the dust of the road. Life blowing in the wind, the body has gone through hardships, and it is not what it used to be.
When the world is brothers, why do brothers of their own brothers want to date each other? When you meet a pleasure, you should be happy, and you should invite your neighbors to drink.
Once the youth is gone, it will never come again, and you will never see the arrival of the next day. It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one.
Life has no roots in the world, floating like dust in the Tao. Life blowing in the wind, this body has gone through hardships and is no longer what it used to be. The whole world wants to be brothers, why do biological brothers want to date each other?
When you are happy, you should be happy. If you have wine, you should invite your neighbors to drink it. Once youth is gone, it is impossible to come back and never see the next day. We should encourage ourselves in our prime. Time goes by and waits for no one.
3. The poet of folk suffering: Du Fu
The autumn wind broke the hut.
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!
There are thousands of luxury houses in Ande, which makes all the poor people in the world very happy. The wind and rain do not move! Alas, when I suddenly saw this house in front of me, my family froze to death alone!
4. The most tragic and sad classic sentence about suffering is recommended.
1, there is too much sadness in fate, like a river against the current.
2. What emerges in the darkness is always your last face on the TV screen, as if you were looking through the eyes of the screen and would not shut up. Do you want to say "forgive me" or "help me"?
I once had such a picture in my dream. I parted the lush and soft tall grass with my hand, and there was a dark body below.
4. Will it be like this? Let me be thrown into nothingness by time in an unknown world.
5. Die in a cold city and thrive in a wet desert.
6. All the people are holding up their pale faces, waiting for the distant spring in the paler and lonelier sky.
7. What's the use of holding on to straw if you don't learn to swim? It just pulls the straw floating on the water to the bottom of the lake. There's one more thing to bury.
8. An unknown place in the chest seems to suddenly roll into a stone and roll to an unknown corner. Then there was a faint voice in the darkness.
9. I often like to listen to sad music and read sad words repeatedly in a quiet afternoon or night, quietly give my heart to this sadness, indulge in it, think about it and experience another real beauty. ...
10, like this kind of sadness, like a person leaning against the window to listen to the rain, watching the rain dance gently, listening to the sound of the rain ticking gently, holding the drifting cold in both hands, the faint sadness will gently emerge, so intoxicated in a lonely silence, so comfortable and comfortable.
1 1. If every butterfly is the soul of a flower, then every reincarnation is just to find a grateful home in your heart. Then, in the afterlife, let me find you, let my eyes see through your joys and sorrows, and make you a prosperous Tang Dynasty with tears. When we meet again, I just want to smile at each other, say a shallow long time no see, do everything well and sing a long song for each other. Even if that "a long time" is to be interpreted in a previous life.
12, from now on, I won't feel sorry for anyone. I'm drunk, awake and you're far away. Looking at the romantic love reflected by running water, there will be so much sadness and desolation in the future that only I can resist it, without direction and fantasy. I want to stick to the end of time, I hope to forget that sadness, this confusion and my wishes, but who knows that things have changed, I will never forget you who I once loved.
13, in fact, everyone's life is not perfect, so everyone's life will be sad more or less. Sadness is the inexplicable bitterness of the soul, and it is also a moving beauty.
14. If you hadn't left that day, I wouldn't be so sad. If I am not who I am now, will you come back to me?
15 In fact, in life, you are not sad because you are unhappy, nor are you sad because you are unhappy. However, a sad music, a sad text, a sad picture and a touching lens will all have a touch of sadness and quietly attack my heart.
16, just because I smile doesn't mean I'm happy. I hold an umbrella, not just for shelter from the rain. You'll never understand what I'm thinking. I want to hug everyone, but I have to warm myself first. Please bear with me, because I have been practicing tolerance with you. It often snows in my heart, no matter what the weather is. Snow covers everything silently. Lost confusion, pride and sadness. So, don't feel sorry for me, I have my beauty, which is about to begin.
Bai Juyi's "Charcoal Man"
Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder. At night, it snowed a foot outside the city, and Xiao drove a charcoal car over the ice.
Painting Bamboo in Wei County during the Period when Bob was a junior high school student. Time: Qing Author: Zheng Xie.
Lying in the yamen, listening to the rustling of bamboo, I suspect that this is the voice of the people's suffering.
Du Fu's Hope 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.
Li Shen's "sympathy for farmers"
There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.
5. lament the poetry of life, the people of heaven and earth, and the reverse of everything; Time flies, and a hundred generations have passed. And floating like a dream, for joy geometry?
Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
Calling for Song one after another, how many days do we have? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan.
Three spring flowers are early, so flowers must be early. Flowers bloom and fall, and life grows old.
Who reads the west wind alone? Rustling yellow leaves close the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the mountain.
Looking for her in the crowd, I suddenly turned around, but the man was in the dim light.
Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.
Now it is yesterday, and the flowers are like her.
If life is just like the first sight, why does the west wind become a mystery?
The soft wind blows through the window screen, and the heart is separated from the horizon.
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Ten years of life and death are boundless, and I won't forget it if I don't think about it.
From then on, it hurts to say goodbye to spring, and dusk is only for pear blossoms.
I am a melancholy guest in the world. I know what you are crying about. I remember my life in the sound of heartbroken.
Gambling books were so fragrant that it was just unusual at that time.
It is difficult to violate the world, and the heart of reincarnation remains unchanged.
I turn my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the ditch.
It is better to pity the people in front of you than to miss the mountains and rivers.
The drizzle is wet, and the grass hates every year.
The tea in Baoding is still green, and the chess in the secluded window is particularly cold.
There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened.
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?
When flowers can be folded, they must be folded straight. Don't wait until there are no flowers.
I don't hate the hardships of the end of the world, but I hate the west wind blowing dreams into ancient and modern times.
Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.
Spent a similar year, each year is different.
Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn.
The joys and sorrows on paper are embarrassing, and the axis is waiting to be collected.
This is the trace of ten years, the heart of ten years.
6. Find some sentences or ancient poems that symbolize fatigue and bitterness in life.
The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
The first movie of the word is mainly about a person's sorrow. "The fog is thick and the clouds are sad forever, and the brain sells golden beasts." These two sentences empathize with the scene and things, rendering a strong sad atmosphere: worrying about the sky, worrying about the land, worrying about things, and worrying about people. The word "you" in Double Ninth Festival shows that the poet has spent the Double Ninth Festival alone more than once. I sleep alone, but I can't sleep for long. My body is cold, and my heart is even colder. The next film is about Sifu's deep affection. "Dongli wine, dark fragrant sleeves after dusk." I should have enjoyed chrysanthemums and flowers with my husband, but I had no choice but to remind him more strongly by drinking: "I don't want to die, the curtain is rolling west, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." The word "worry" has been further deepened. The bleak west wind blows, the blinds fly, and the thinking woman in the curtain stares at the yellow flowers for a long time ... The beauty who cares about her husband is thinner than the yellow flowers because of her husband's sadness. What a "worry" word! Poets are good at using allusions, metaphors and feelings for scenery and things. "Double Ninth Festival" uses the poem in Wang Wei's "Mountain Festival Thinking of Shandong Brothers" to make the sadness longer; "Dongli puts wine after dusk" into Tao Yuanming's poem "Dongli Picks Chrysanthemums"; The poem "Fragrance with Sleeves" borrows the poem "The fragrance is full of sleeves, and the road is far away", which is extremely about the hate of parting. The petals of yellow flowers are filiform, giving people a delicate feeling. The poet compares himself to the yellow flower in the west wind, and the situation and form are very consistent. In addition, the poet pinned his sadness on mist, thick clouds, bright brains, jade pillows and cabinets.
Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, searching, cold, and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses of light wine, how can you beat him? If you come late, you will be anxious! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence! This song is better.