A poem reflecting the poet's failure in the face of life setbacks

There are many poems about this, so I won't list them one by one. Here I only introduce a few classic poems of Li Bai for reference:

Sleepwalking in Tianmu (M incarnation) sings goodbye.

Lipper

The sea can explore the secluded state, and the water and fog are hidden but not close. But the Yue people talk about Mount Tianmu (M incarnation), and the clouds are light or visible. On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China. Tiantai (tāi) 1 (four, different versions have different records, and it is "four" in the Chinese book of the second year of high school education) is 8000 feet, just at this point, it begins to turn to the southeast.

My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight. The moon lit up my shadow and took me to Xianghe. Xie's thatched cottage is still there, and the water in Shandong (land) is rippling with clear apes. I wore Xie (J:)' s earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder. Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended. Yin Yin (yǐn), a bear cannon dragon, surprised Lin Zhentian. In the clouds darkened by the darkness of rain, the water is full of smoke. God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. The cave is full of stone leaves with an opening in the middle. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace. Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one. With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows. I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow. My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.

This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water. So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me raise a white deer on my green hillside and ride to you when I need you, Dashan. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face!

Ode to the Difficult Road of Shu

Lipper

Hey, whoa, whoa (y and x ū x sum)! High risk! The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Until the two rulers of this area (fú) forced through in the foggy age! Forty-eight thousand years have passed and it has not been associated with Qin Sai. And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, all the way to the peak of Emei. Once it was broken by an earthquake, some brave people lost it, and then the ladder stone pile was hooked. On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel. It is difficult to climb such a height, even if the yellow crane says that apes want to climb it. The green clay mountain is made up of many circles, with hundreds of steps and nine twists and turns. Qin Shen (shēn) sat on his back in the well, touching Yěng(Yēng) and sighing. We want to know whether this road to the west will never end. But look at the ancient forest of sad birds. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain. It's hard to get through the Shu Road, and it's hard to get to the sky. It turns pale when you smell it! The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface. Thousands of waterfalls (Hu:), (P: ng), cliff turn (Zhu:), rocky mountain. With all these dangers, a man from far away, Hu Weiwei, came here. Although the bunker is strong and severe, one person guards it and ten thousand people can't beat it. Shou is also a relative of the bandit (fēi), but what about the wolf to his companions? . There are scary hungry tigers during shǔn day, and poisonous reptiles at night, grinding their teeth and sucking blood, killing people like hemp. Although the Silk City is beautiful, I'd rather go home soon. It is difficult for Shu Dao to reach the sky, so you can look at it from the west (zο)ο(Jiο).

Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building Farewell to School Book Shu Yun

Lipper

I had to leave Potter and me since yesterday. It hurts my heart even more today! Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine, because the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

Hard road

Lipper

The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.

I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.

I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.

I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.

It's hard to go, it's hard to go! Don't go astray! Where to go today.

One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.