Are there any ancient poems describing sweets or sugar water?
The sweet taste moistens the throat,
It is rich and mellow, and it sticks to the teeth without worrying about it.
If you ask how much you know about sweet syrup,
I will remember it several times. Are there any very sad ancient poems?
A young man is listening to Yuge upstairs, under the dim tent with red candles.
A young man listens to the rain in a boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the wild geese cry out in the west wind.
Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut, and there are already stars on my temples.
The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, every step of the way, until dawn.
——Jiang Jie·"Yu Meiren"
This is Jiang Zhushan's saddest poem, which contains the hatred of the country and the family, and the loss of his life experience.
There is also a song called "Youth Travel" that says: "In the past twenty years, no one has been able to grow bamboo, and they still borrow bamboo as their name." It is also sad, but it is not as desolate and desolate as "In front of the steps, every drop until dawn" Silence.
From "red candles and dim tents" to "always ruthless", life is just a lonely joy and sorrow.
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It was windy and rainy last night, and the curtains rustled with autumn sounds.
The candle is leaking, the pillow is broken frequently, and I cannot sit upright.
Everything in the world goes with the flow, and only a dream comes to an end.
The road to Zuixiang is safe and suitable for frequent visits, but it is not possible to travel otherwise.
——Li Yu·"Crying in the Night"
Li Yu was afraid of death at first, but later he wanted to die.
Only later did he understand that sometimes living requires more courage than dying.
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How can we avoid sorrow and hatred in life, and how can we be alone in ecstasy!
The dream of returning to the motherland brings tears to my eyes.
Who can go up to the tall building? I will always remember Qiu Qingwang.
The past has become empty, still like a dream.
——Li Yu · "Midnight Song"
The spring breeze in Shangyuan, the rouge pink, the crisp bones and jade muscles, the warmth of the mandarin duck tent...
When the pain spasms you With all his internal organs, he finally saw through that all prosperity was just a dream.
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Don’t ask about Qi Kuo’s life and death. He is a lonely monk walking in the clouds and flowing water.
Laughing wildly for no reason, crying for no reason, even if there is joy, the intestines are as cold as ice.
——Su Manshu · "I have feelings for Brother Zhong after passing through Wakamatsu Town"
The Zen mind is always jealous, and the Buddha said that resentment is a close relationship.
The rain and the smoke are gone, and I have no love or anger with others.
——Su Manshu · "The Man Who Tune the Kite"
Wushe Lingbo, whose skin is like snow, holds the red leaves and writes poems.
I return a bowl of merciless tears to Qing, I wish I could meet you before I shaved my head.
——Su Manshu·"Select One of Ten Poems on Skills"
Su Manshu's life can be called a "tragedy". From a distance, he is a poet monk, a painting monk, Love Monk, a closer look shows that he was a mixed-race illegitimate child whose father did not care for his mother, and he suffered all kinds of abuse since he was a child. He was even imprisoned in the woodshed by his stepmother to die after he fell ill. The tragic childhood experience created his weird, twisted and cold personality. He wandered around the world and was dissolute. He also stole Zhang Taiyan's money, and finally planned to commit suicide by eating sweets. When he was alive, he was already beyond love and his heart was as cold as ice. Are there any ancient poems that are so profound? The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide. The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river anywhere. The river flows round and round the meadow, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like snowflakes. Frost flies in the sky without notice, and the white sand on the terrace cannot be seen. The river and the sky were completely dustless, and there was only a solitary moon in the bright sky. Who on the bank of the river sees the moon for the first time, and when does the moon on the river shine on people for the first time? Life is endless from generation to generation, but the moon on the river is only the same every year. I don’t know who the moon in the river is shining on, but I can see the Yangtze River sending water. The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and I am filled with sorrow on the green maple pond. Who is sailing in the boat tonight? Where can I miss the moon tower? The poor moon is wandering upstairs, it should be shining on someone's dressing mirror, it cannot be rolled out of the jade curtain, it is smashed on the clothes anvil and the brush is coming back. At this time, we look at each other and don't hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you. The swans fly long and fast, and the fishes and dragons dive and jump into the water. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring. The spring water in the river is about to end, the moon has set in the river pool and is tilting west again, the slanting moon is sinking and hiding the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang has an infinite road. I wonder how many people will return by the moon? The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love. Are there any ancient poems about dancing?
The lotus painted with incense is walking, and the sorrow is gone in the stockings;
I can only see the dance returning to the wind, but there is no where to go.
A palace built secretly is as stable as a palace, and it is difficult to build a double palace at the same time;
The delicate saying is to deal with difficulties, it must be seen from the palm of the hand.
Are there any beautiful ancient poems?
Liu Yong's "Yulin Ling" is the best!
The chilling cicada is miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the place of nostalgia and the orchid boat urge the hair.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times. Even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival.
Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell them about them?
Very sad!
The poet is good at applying the traditional scene blending technique to his slow poetry, expressing the feelings of separation through a pictorial realm. The meaning and the realm form a poetic and beautiful realm. The readers are deeply inspired by art. Although the whole poem is written directly, the narrative is clear and the scenery is meticulously described. The theme is rendered with natural scenery pictures that are specific and vivid and can touch the sorrow of separation. The scenery is difficult to describe, and the emotion is difficult to reach, and it is natural. The last two sentences are the finishing touch, giving color to the whole word, and are famous sentences that have won praises throughout the ages.
"Yulin Ling" is Liu Yong's famous masterpiece. This poem was written when the poet was frustrated in his official career and had to leave Kyoto (Bianjing, now Kaifeng, Henan). It is a very representative poem that expresses the feelings of wandering in the rivers and lakes. This poem describes the emotions of separation and reaches the artistic realm of blending scenes. The main content of the poem is to use the desolate and desolate autumn scenery as a backdrop to express the inextricable separation from the lover. The frustration of his career and the separation from his lover are two kinds of pain intertwined, making the poet even more aware of the bleakness and uncertainty of his future. What are the ancient poems describing rice?
Poems with rice in the title
1. "Daopi"
Song Dynasty Lu You
The rice paddy is full of white water. Not even three nights after planting, the new seedlings emerge from the water and are already slender and green. The remaining salary has been cut off over the years, and what I hope for...
2. "The official is looking forward to replenishing the rice field and the water returns"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Dongtun is north of the Yangtze River. A hundred hectares are as flat as a case. There is plenty of green rice in June, and thousands of green springs are in chaos. It's time to transplant the rice seedlings, and let them slip away...
3. "Daoji Peak"
Chen Yan of the Song Dynasty
Discovered that Songling is enough to nourish the body. The immortal family left a rice barn. Little did he know that the people in the mountains are working hard and the green seedlings are already growing in May. ...
4. "Ode to the Old Farmer's View of Rice with the Rhyme of Autumn"
Song Dynasty·Fang Hui
Walking on the street with a stick, the japonica and indica are extremely Looking forward to autumn. Children and grandchildren are invited to watch, and fathers and mothers are invited to draw. The village tenants are like the Huanghuan, the mountain wives...
5. "Taste of Rice"
Luo Gongsheng of the Song Dynasty
The Chu rice ripens in the Mid-Autumn, and the bowls of noodles are made of pearls float. Already familiar with the taste of pigweed, I dare to make plans for rice. Agriculture is decreasing year by year, and official recruitment...
6. "Viewing the New Rice Rice in the Xingqin Harvest Hall to the Emperor"
Song Xiang, Song Dynasty
Chen'an respected the peasants and Hu, and Qiaochi was banned. The area of ??Zhouzhou is well-developed, and it is divided into two areas: Yugou and Yugou. Ranjan is fragrant and sweet in color, oily...
7. "Xicheng harvested dozens of dendrobiums and divided them into three sons, one nephew and two"
Ming Dynasty Wang Xi
The nine-year-old was weak and arrogant, but the thirty-year-old was arrogant and relied on his mother's pity. It is often said that you can only die at the age of leisurely travel, but you don't know that hunger and cold will force you to decline. ...
8. "Nanxiangzi·The rice is lying in the rain and the rain is still harvesting"
Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty
The rice is lying in the rain and the rain is still harvesting. Tourists flock to distant continents everywhere. White hair and red sleeves, drunk, Rongzhou. The yellow flowers are broken randomly and planted all over the head...
9. "Twenty-one Odes·Rice in the New Inscription of Jun Santang, Fenghe Guozhou Liu Geshi Shishi"
Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
There are countless furrows of bamboo and cloth, but no water can be found among the branches. The fat fish knows that it is already beautiful, but the crane does not realize that it is deep in the beginning. ...
10. "New Rice in the Weigong Basin of Ximing Temple"
Tang Yanqian of the Tang Dynasty
When planting rice for Xiaojiangnan, it rained after the cicadas chirped. Feifei. The lotus basin has a small border with accumulated moisture, and the caisson well is sparsely shaded. ...
Poems about rice
1. Every family plows rice while the frost is clear
Song Dynasty
Fan Chengda
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2. Rice in the room
Wei and Jin
Ruan Ji
"Yong Huai"
3. The fragrance of ripe rice ten miles west of Chou
Song Dynasty
Fan Chengda
"Huanxisha"
4. Crouching Rice, Rainy Days and Remaining Harvests
Song Dynasty
Huang Tingjian
"Nanxiangzi, Crouching Rice Rains and Remaining Harvests"
5. But when the time comes, the fish and the rice will be ripe
Song Dynasty
Liu Kezhuang
"Congratulations to the Bridegroom·Caocao Chi Pavilion Banquet"
6 , Rice Harvest
Song Dynasty
Wu Qian
"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Chongjiu Xian San Day"
7. Rice Rice, rice and wheat
Pre-Qin Dynasty
Qu Yuan
"Calling the Souls"
8. The rice and rice are perched on the acres of wild geese at the beginning
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"Ji Shi"
9. The sound of people beating rice everywhere
Song Dynasty
Lu You
"Autumn Thoughts"
10. Planting rice bags at the beginning of auspicious days
Song Dynasty
Fan Chengda
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Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs of Mrs. Xiang" by Chu of the Warring States Period
What a sad autumn! Desolate. The vegetation is falling and decaying. It's as if you're traveling far away. When you're climbing a mountain and near the water, you're about to return home.
Desolate: Lonely and depressed. Liao Li: Desolate. If you are on a long journey: It is like a person on a long journey. Warring States Period Chu·Song Yu's "Nine Debates"
The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, and the grass and trees fall yellow. The wild geese return to the south to the Han·Liu Che's "Autumn Wind Ci"
The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the grass and trees shake. Falling Dew Turns to Frost "Yan Ge Xing" by Cao Pi of the Wei Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms
There are many fallen leaves in the Palm Courtyard, and I feel grateful to know that autumn has already arrived
Palm Courtyard: Palm Lane Courtyard. Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty "Repaying Liu Chaisang"
Far far away on the new autumn evening, the moon is about to be full
Far far away: describes the long night. Tingting: distant view. Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty "Caught in Fire in the Sixth Month of the Year of Wushen"
The lotus dew is falling, and the willows are sparse in the moon. The hibiscus: lotus. "Autumn Thoughts" by Xiao Cui of Qi Dynasty in the Southern Dynasty
Once you look out over the cold city, you will see plain and clear scenery
Cold city: The cold has invaded the city gate. Look: look into the distance. Pingchu: plain field. Cangran: The appearance of lush vegetation. Two sentences describe the scene of early autumn.
Xie Tiao of Qi Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties "Wang Wang in Xuancheng County"
Under the leaves of Tinggao, autumn clouds are flying over Longshou
Tinggao: beside the water Flat ground. Konoha: leaves. Longshou: The name of the mountain, between today's Shaanxi and Gansu. Liang Liu Hun's "Poetry on Clothes" of the Southern Dynasties
The grass is low and the fog in Jincheng is, and the wind is in the Yumen under the trees
The grass is low: the grass is withered. Kinoshita: The leaves are falling. Jincheng: The name of an ancient county, located between present-day Yuzhong, Gansu and Xining, Qinghai. Yumen: Yumen Pass, in the west of Dunhuang, Gansu Province today. Two sentences describe the scenery of cold autumn in the northwest. "Farewell Poems" by Liang Fan Yun of the Southern Dynasties Are there any ancient poems about Overwatch?
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The mountains never get too high, noon has arrived.
The moon and stars are sparse, and justice comes from heaven.
After the new rain in the empty mountains, you are frozen and cannot move.
People of small bridges and flowing water, let’s die, let’s die.
Zhuang Shengxiao is obsessed with butterflies in his dream, and he is so cool that his gold is blooming.
Mo Xiao, a farmer, was drunk with wine and discovered the enemy's portal.
Lying in a lonely village without feeling sorry for yourself, you can destroy everything you build.
Dongfeng refused to cooperate with Zhou Lang and was occupying the target point. Are there any famous lines from ancient poems or ancient books?
Xizhou Song
Southern and Northern Dynasties: Anonymous
Recalling the plum blossoms, I went to Xizhou, folded them and sent them to the north of the Yangtze River.
The single shirt is apricot red, and the temples are the color of crow.
Where is Xizhou? Two oars bridge crossing.
At dusk shrike flies, and the wind blows the black mortar tree.
Under the tree is in front of the door, with a green thorn exposed in the door.
The doorman didn't come, so I went out to pick red lotus.
Collecting lotus flowers in Nantang in autumn, the lotus flowers exceed people’s heads.
Lower your head and pick up the lotus seeds. The lotus seeds are as clear as water.
Putting the lotus in the sleeve, the lotus heart is completely red.
Reminiscing about Lang Lang, I look up at Feihong.
Hongfei is all over Xizhou, watching the man go to the brothel.
The building is so high that you can’t see the railings.
The railings have twelve curves, and the hanging hands are as clear as jade.
The rolling curtain sky is high, and the sea water shakes the sky green.
The sea water is a long dream, you are worried and I am also worried.
The south wind knows my wishes and blows my dreams to Xizhou.
Is there any alternative word for stream in ancient poetry?
Clear springs, brooks, streams