In Lin Wei, the bitter moon is frosty and cloudy, and the lamp is cold and the clock is deep on a snowy night.
At this moment, I was sitting on the couch of Youning, and I was kneeling for Fu Liang.
Fighting for wine and everything in the world, the famous mountains are stormy for a hundred years.
I didn't sleep when I opened my book (4), and I listened to the lonely corner of Wugang.
Nine years after Guangxu (1883), Tan Sitong wrote this poem when he was studying in Lanzhou.
be filled/suffused/brimming with
1 bitter moon: winter moon.
② Guan Ning: During the Three Kingdoms period, Ren Wei was famous for his eagerness to learn. Couch (ta): A long, narrow and short bed. Liang: Ancient Yuefu Songs.
3 famous mountains: that is, famous mountain career refers to writing books.
(4) Wu Wu: The appearance of hard work. Horn: an ancient military tool used to tell the time. Shen: The sound of the horn is low, that is, when it is almost dawn.
Bieyi
People with lofty ideals sigh that water is gone, and they are sad and cold.
The cold is still warm, and the water is not returned!
Besides, I'm not gay, thousands of miles away.
The cable will cry, say goodbye and the grass will rest.
The road to repair is vast and endless, and it is ruined.
Why go into battle lightly, the clouds can't sew.
How brave, the sword is a lilac knot.
Why old four? Coral branches in the East China Sea.
How to comfort the distant place, practice diligently and cherish the short days?
When love does not continue, Jiahui will be strong.
Sing for you, dance for you, do what your brother does, and don't suffer from it.
Chen Deng Heng Yue Zhu Rongfeng
The heights are too cold, and there are no peaks in all directions.
But there are clouds, and my chest is always swaying.
Whether the earth sinks or the stars sinks, the sky jumps and the sky melts.
Half a spoonful of Dongting water, autumn cold wants to start a dragon.
New Year's Eve (the old New Year's Eve poem is very close)
Old New Year's poems are very popular, and often in the ice and snow, dozens of poems can't stop, and the manuscripts are all broken and rotten like the dust of a horse-drawn car. Seeing Rao Zuojun today, I don't feel bitter in my stomach. I recalled Brother Zhong, a message from Shangzhou on New Year's Eve: "When the wind blows away from home, my family is homesick and good brothers. My brother said, "I'm going to work for my brother. I don't know if I will stay in Hecun tonight." "The scenery is different, quiet and bright, and I am deeply touched. I don't know if I am extensive.
Destroy ancient and modern times, only the years, faint wax wine to welcome the new year.
Who knows that Xi Zhongyin Bintian is already a day of * * * defective products.
Tung is waiting for his heart to die, while Ze is hard to be strong because of the dragon's belly.
The cold ashes will eventually disappear after splitting themselves, which depends on the poetry soldiers fighting the fire.
Feeling of New Year's Eve (introspection)
If you are brave enough, you will grow a beard if you make friends late.
Knowing talent without looking at the device will eventually hide something, which is better than words.
Wine drinkers follow first frost North, and talk about the pursuit of the tide in the east.
Flying away and caressing yourself for 30 years, Shan Jian was born in trouble.
The feeling of New Year's Eve (the years are blurred)
Time and the world are blurred. Who can say who will die in the Central Plains? ①
From ice to heaven, strange bones are tempered, and a good sentence is beautiful at one time. ②
Crying for no reason is because of the long night, Yin and Yang are better than this time. ③
There is an appointment to smell chickens dancing together, and it turns to hate late before the lights. ④
This poem was written in the 19th year of Guangxu (1893 65438+ October).
1 fuzzy: fuzzy, difficult to distinguish clearly. Who's the winner: the word "who's the winner" is omitted. In the old days, the metaphor of competing for the Central Plains was used to compete for the world.
2 Eyebrows: Eyebrows are very long and almost connected. Li He, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, is an eyebrow, and so is Tan Sitong.
3 for no reason. There is no reason. Long night: the winter night is long, which is a metaphor for the dark social reality. The greedy tail: the last and final meaning. Yin and yang: refers to the change of seasons throughout the year.
(4) Meet and listen to the chicken dance: Liu Kun and Zu Ti were good friends in the Western Jin Dynasty, and often encouraged each other to cheer and dance when they heard the chicken crow. Leak: Leak pot, an ancient timer.
Thoughts on New Year's Eve (my generation is really humming)
My generation is really boring. Who sings Ode to Shang?
Ten years of drunkenness is hard to wake up, and an inch of heart is not dusty.
Play the piano and respect the elderly, and arrange to be alone.
Gan Kun's firm but gentle Shuanglong roared, evoking a good spring scenery.
Daowu Mountain
The setting sun hangs high in the treetops and enters Qingfeng Mountain at dusk.
The clouds in the ancient temple lean on cranes, and the empty pool shines on dragons.
When the dust disappeared, the heart broke a clock.
What is Zen? It's embarrassing.
Winter night
Banma clear frost, Yancheng twilight cool.
In a flash, the sword is as long as jade.
The angle adjustment is as urgent as words, and the cold star is swaying.
Pity distant soldiers, and defend Qiang on snowy nights.
Parallel narration of children's cable car
My friend is boating in Hengyang. When the wind blows, the boat is on the side. When the boat was just ten years old, it was towed into the harbor, but the wind brought it back, even the servants, and the children cried and refused to let go of the cable. The pawn dragged the boat into the harbor, and the children looked at each other with their hands and bones.
The north wind is fluffy, the waves are thundering, and the children are dragging the cable against the wind.
I'm afraid that the people on board, life and death are in the hands of children.
The cable is dragged backwards, and the more you grasp it, the more secure it becomes.
The child's flesh is connected to the cable, but the child's palm only sees the bones.
Don't cry when you see bones in your palms. There are bones in the palm, but no bones in the river.
Five Laws of Osmanthus fragrans (fragrant leaves and light smoke)
The wild smoke in Hunan is light, and the hibiscus sets in the sunset.
Sweet-scented osmanthus autumn garden, cool at night.
The fragrance disappears with the clouds, and people return to the moon.
Who knows the meaning of mountains, I am worried about Jiangcheng!
Cross Niaoshan
Kethleen was ashamed and stubborn,
Chloe bravely calmed down.
Sad autumn still leaves Huan Xuan Wu.
Snow and tears are heavy after the war.
He Liangyin
How majestic and vast the desert is.
In the sunset, the ground is rustling and the figure is leisurely.
Touch the sword and patrol the wine, elegy and generosity.
Shu fa traveled all over the world and fought in all directions.
If heaven and earth are immortal, there will be frequent clutch.
The road is long in Xiu Yuan, and the unforgettable road is long in Xiu Yuan.
Jianghang
The barking of wild dogs is sparse, and the village is known in the deep mountains and forests
The land is barren and the moonlight is faint.
Fishing and fire follow the stars, and Yun Fan follows the waves.
The sound of oars awakened the dream and shook the roots of the river.
Horn sound
Jianghan night is blustery, and Yancheng has a high shadow.
Sound swallowed with the wind, tears mixed with wine.
Thinking of women, Long song dagger Hao.
Strong and inexhaustible, the horse's head is heading for Lintao.
Chrysanthemum stone autumn shadow inkstone
Missing my hometown, the west wind vibrates my valley.
Bloom slightly awake, autumn heart-broken.
Guo Suo Guo Suo, the ink sounds like yesterday.
Lanzhou Zhuang Yan Temple
Visiting the monk into the lonely temple, the moss is deep all the way.
Autumn flowers fall cold, dust breaks paper.
The pool is Ming Che, and the pine and cypress are green under the shade of the court.
It's not as old as it used to be. It's all trees rustling.
Seven wonders of peony bergamot painting
My hands are empty and I feel old.
The wind in the sky blew down the red city glow.
You shouldn't know the purpose of the west,
A smile is just a rich flower.
Three mandarin ducks
The windlass rings, the autumn wind is late, and the autumn garden is deserted in cold days.
The pulley is ringing, the well water is cold, and the mine field is crying in the middle of the night.
Mandarin ducks are haggard and mismatched, and two females and one male are sonorous.
What a long cry, flying into the silver pond.
The silver pool is shallow and the green belt is knotted.
The pond dried up as far as the eye can see.
Night worries the soul, the moon is low, and the city is dark.
Chengtouwu, drink Yuanyang Lake in the morning.
I've seen lovers at the bottom of the lotus, but I forgot that Luo Fu is still married.
The husband pecked at Gong angrily, and Gong went to his place and came back lightly, closing the secluded boudoir.
The quiet boudoir has been hidden for a long time. Do you know the Qin flower?
It's not as good as a mountain through the ages and 300 Long song.
The people in the boudoir turned off the light and saw Luo Wei's tears wet.
The same view is actually worth looking forward to, and the spring breeze is full of flowers.
You don't have to tie a knot with lotus flowers or wood.
Stupid bones are tied together for thousands of years.
feel
There is nothing in the world worth the sadness of spring,
Get close to Cang 'er.
40 million people shed tears,
Where is the end of the world?
This poem was written in the 22nd year of Guangxu after the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1896 (1896), the first anniversary of the cession of Taiwan Province Province by China and Japan after the signing of the treaty of shimonoseki.
note:
1 arrival: offset and resistance. H: I think so. Cang Hao: Heaven.
② Shenzhou: refers to China.
Like a poem (what happened to Liu Huasu)
What is the cause of Liu Hua rewelding? Pinmo met Nellie.
Mud didn't gather until it melted, but today it is still separated from water.
How can you put up with this and die? It is also a town.
I have a close relationship with the demon family, and I gave up robbing monks for a while.
A poem of deja vu (to live and die)
The stream of life and death is not worth it, and the world turns sharply.
And I am glad that ruthlessness is a relief, but I want to catch up with it.
The courtyard in Tonghua is white with aconite, and the grass is red with tears.
The gold ring flicked and the knot was empty.
A poem of deja vu (Four Zen Buddies Living with Lotus)
Cohabitation lotus certification four Zen, empty smile.
Only the red rain occasionally gives birth to color and is blown into the sky by the black wind.
Suffering from a serious illness, I have no place to live, and I have a small speech to send my grief.
Over the years, chewing wax has become a taste, and there are ten kinds of immortals.
Poetry of deja vu (something that happened in the past for no reason)
For no reason, things happened in the past, and I had a hazy career.
Who can cast a sword under the lamp and respect the dream of the former corpse?
In the golden autumn, blood spurts and the sky fights, and the clouds and bamboos mourn everywhere.
JOE repented, and he was willing to turn to ashes.