Shaoling night swallowed and began to cry. I quietly descended along the winding river like a shadow of spring.
Bai Juyi: But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
Li Qingzhao: Things are people, not everything. Tears flow first.
Who is in love with wine and poetry? Tears melt the powder and flowers are heavy.
The small wind dispersed the rain, rustled and urged thousands of tears.
Titumu
The cultural relics of the Six Dynasties were even empty, and the sky was light and the clouds were idle.
Birds go to the mountains, and people sing and cry.
In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset.
Disappointed, I watch Fan Li every day, and there are five lakes in the East.
Give Huang Tingjian a few replies.
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 think my reading head turned white, and the ape across the stream cried.
Ty cried and thought of Xie Ao.
I don't know myself until I am old, but I will waste it during the day.
Tears fell on the Wujiang River and returned to the sea with the tide.
So the clothes are still dyed blue, and the land is not pity.
A guest in Laoshan should only feel eight sorrows.
Mourn for Yang Quan and Lu Xun
Are there two reasons for the old pride and bloom's failure?
When do you cry for Jiang Nanyu and Simin?
Tao Yuanming, one of the elegies
Where there is life, there is death, and sooner or later there is no fate.
Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book.
What is Lingsan? Dry and empty wood.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried.
Do you feel safe without knowing the gains and losses?
Long live the century, who knows the honor or disgrace.
The second part of the elegy is Tao Yuanming.
There was no wine before, but now it's empty.
Spring mash gives birth to floating ants. When can we taste it better?
Before the food box was full of me, I stood by crying.
If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light.
I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township.
No one sleeps in the weeds, so blind.
Once out, it's still early to go back to night.
Baidu gives details of RoyceWong's seven mourning poems.
Border towns make me sad, especially my relatives in the past.
Snow and ice cut the skin, and the wind drifted endlessly.
No one is seen in a hundred miles, and whoever is planted will be late.
Go to the city to watch the pavilion and hang the flag.
Monkey ignored the rebellion and went out to say goodbye to his family.
Children are many prisoners and have no time to cry.
The world is heaven, what is staying.
Don't ask for advice when you come or go.
Biemao Yongjia Xu Ling
May the son be strict with discipline,
Return to feather shaker.
I'm sick today,
Don't leave here for too long.
The white horse came to cry,
I know the dead.
Take off your sword in vain,
Hang the faucet branches in the air.
Du Fu is in Aijiangtou.
Shaoling night swallowed and began to cry. I quietly descended along the winding river like a shadow of spring.
There are thousands of palaces on the shore and new branches of willows. Who are you green for? .
I remember the colorful flags floating from the South Garden, which was full of colors.
The first lady of the kingdom, from the Sun Palace, waited on the emperor's royal chariot.
The cavalry in front of them were all holding bows and arrows, and discerning horses were chewing gold.
An archer, chest up, went through the clouds and hit a pair of birds with one arrow.
Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? A blood-stained soul has no home and nowhere to go.
A clear wave flowed eastward, crossing the Diaolou Mountain Path, and there was no news.
Compassionate people shed tears and hoped that she would be as eternal as rivers and flowers.
When I boarded the Tatar, in the dim twilight, the clouds were filled with dust and I wanted to forget the north and south and go to the south.
Dui Duxue House
Most of the people crying on the battlefield are the ghosts of the newly killed soldiers, only the old people who are sad to write poems. At dusk, suddenly snowflakes are dancing in the wind.
The gourd is discarded, the wine vessel has no wine, and the stove is red. The news of the front-line battle and the news of his wife and sisters are unknown. Sadness sits in the air with his hands in the air.
Du Fu of Ge Ye
Although the daylight in winter is shorter on the elemental scale, it is cold and snowy at the end of the world.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.
Wild cries and smells of war, I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.
Wolong and Pegasus are not generals now. They are dust and the personnel are lonely.
Du Fu, husband
There are several people in ten rooms, but Qianshan is empty. The road is full of tears, and the city does not smell songs.
Floating stems have no fixed place, and the title is Hogo. Loyalists don't pass through Shu, so what's my way?
Wen Tingyun of Suwu Temple
Su Wu saw Han for the first time, feeling sad and mixed feelings; Now the towering trees in the ancient temple are solemn.
The detention of the North Sea book is cut off, and the moon is above the head; The hungry sheep are back, and the vast grassland has been blackened by dusk.
Go back to your visit tower, but there is no sign; The crown sword is like life, and it is in the prime of life.
Marquis Hou Feng commemorates the emperor, who has never met his subjects; Empty to the eyes of the first emperor, lamenting the past years.
Zhuzhici Yuan Hongdao
Camellia in the snow is the second red color.
The white-haired widow was crying in the wind.
Since the marten tiger ran wild,
Ten rooms are full of money and nine rooms are empty.
On New Year's Eve, I miss Tan Sitong.
Time and the world are blurred. Who can say who will die in the Central Plains?
From ice to heaven, strange bones are tempered, and a good sentence is beautiful at one time.
Crying for no reason is because of the long night, Yin and Yang are better than this time.
There is an appointment to smell chickens dancing together, and it turns to hate late before the lights.
Nian nu jiao Zheng Xie
The southeast is arrogant, sweeping away old habits and purging the country.
Cooper is lying in the temple, and dragons come to stay every night.
Weng Zhong's clothes, lion's horns, moss marks of static locks.
As the sun sets, several people are studying on horseback.
It is said that the world is impermanent, and the rain is coming, and the ghosts are crying and howling.
I don't remember the founding day of that year, and the clay figurine of the Yuan Dynasty burst into tears.
The eggshell is dry, and the world of pills and mud rolls like a candle.
On the side of the old monk's mountain, he only took a ladle of boiling spring.
Weeping yin Wei
Life can be geometric.
After all, it is invisible.
Waiting for you to die.
Everything hurts.
The loving mother was not buried.
A girl is only ten years old.
In the cold suburbs.
Depression smells like crying.
The sea of clouds is boundless.
Birds can't sing.
Why are pedestrians lonely?
This day is sad.
Remember when you were in the past.
Ask me if I have learned anything.
It's not too early to advise you to suffer.
Let you accomplish nothing.
Old friends have their own gifts.
Not as good as life.
Negative is different.
Weep for Chai Jing.
Chunfang Zheng Zi Jian Zi Song Li and
In the sword box in Zhengzi's belly, there is a sword with a dazzling light like a three-foot sword. It once went up the mountain and went deep into the water, with an extraordinary origin.
Far away, the sword of the sword seems to shoot from the moonlight clouds, coldly attacking people; It's like a white ribbon.
The pattern on the scabbard of the old shark skin is shining, and there is a thick layer of grease, which looks like the tail feather of a male, and never rusts.
This sword is not only exquisite and sharp, but also has a chivalrous heart like a famous chivalrous man in the Warring States period, which is clearly reflected in the text of the book Chunfang.
The silk ball hangs gold, and the divine light is about to break lantian jade.
The white gods in the west are scared when they see it, and the mother gods will cry.
Bronze camel mourns Li He.
Down and out in March, looking for flowers to go to the Lord
Who wrote the song for spring? The sad bronze camel of Luoan.
There are many passengers in the south of the bridge, and the ancients are spared in the north.
A guest who drinks a glass of wine will make him sad for a thousand years.
Don't waste this life, the wind blows a candle.
Tired of seeing peach trees laughing and bronze camels crying at night.
Long Ye Liyin River
Curly hair, bright eyes and blue eyes, tall buildings blow bamboo at night.
A cry seems to come to the sky, and the beauty cries at home under the moon.
The seven-point star hides the finger, which coincides with the sign of Qingfeng Palace.
Shu Road is full of clouds in autumn, and Xiangjiang River wakes up at midnight.
The beauty of Yutang is in love, and the blue window is full of sorrow.
The cold anvil can be pounded a hundred feet, and the powder tears and beads fall into the red line.
Don't be a long-headed singer, Hu Er is worried about others through the window.
Jionji thinks Bai Juyi.
Ask yourself what's the matter, the temple is late.
The Li family cried that Yuan's family was ill, and the persimmon leaves were red when they came alone.
Visit Wushan Temple Xue Tao.
Visiting Gaotang is at the place where apes crow, and the road smells of tobacco.
The mountains have not forgotten Song Yu, and the sound of water is still crying to the king.
Every night under the balcony, the rain is clouds and Chu is dead.
There are many willows in front of the temple, and the thrush comes to the sky in spring.
Crying Li San Bai Juyi
Last year, Wei Shuiqu came to see me in autumn.
This year in Changle, I cried in spring.
Crying for heaven, is God at ease?
If you must take his life, why not be brilliant?
After death, the wife gets sick and the baby gets sick.
Bai Juyi, Farewell to Fujian on the River
The river flowers have withered, and Cao Jiang has stopped.
Where do the distant guests go? The lonely boat is delivered today.
Cuckoo cries, bamboo spots are like blood.
How touching * * *, I'd better say goodbye to it!
Cry for my old friend Bai Juyi
Crying at the door yesterday, crying at the door today.
Who are you crying for? Just an old friend.
Wei Qing is long-term, and the quality husband is also quiet.
Bending index, think about yourself.
He is younger than me and the first person in the spring.
I am half white today, how can I survive for a long time?
Fortunately, Yuan Langzhong has known each other for twenty years.
I used to see your son, but now I hear your grandson.
Survivors are the boss, and the dead are dust.
Sooner or later, I will rise to the flat house and open my eyes to see you.
Bai Juyi, a cry baby.
My neighbor cried yesterday, so why bother crying?
Yun is a wife who cries for her husband, who is twenty-five years old.
If you are crying in the north now, why are you crying?
Cloud is a mother crying, and her child is seventeen or eighteen.
The neighborhood is still like this, and the world is getting worse.
Ukiyo-e painting is knowledge, white-haired people are rare.
I am over forty today, and I am very happy when I miss him.
From then on, the moon in the mirror is never too snowy.
Cold food and wild hope sing Bai Juyi.
Outside our country, who cries when eating cold food?
The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the ancient tomb is full of spring grass.
Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.
Two Poems "Weeping Slightly" by Bai Juyi
In August, the cool wind blew the white curtain, and I cried in the porch.
My wife and friends came to hang each other, but God knows nothing.
The article is invincible, with strong spirit and strong spirit.
Crying and sending it to Xianyang Beiyuan, it may be as dusty as usual?