1. Verses about endless thoughts
Verses about endless thoughts 1. Have you ever seen a beautiful ancient poem that makes you wonder
Nalan Xingde's "Huanxi Sand" Who reads the west wind and is alone in the cold? The yellow leaves are rustling and the windows are closed, meditating on the past and setting the sun.
Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea splash away. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary. How many people's helplessness and sentimentality was conveyed by the sentence "It was ordinary at that time"? "Magnolia Order" If life were just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be so sad as to draw a fan?
It’s easy to change an old person’s heart, but it’s easy to change an old person’s heart. The words of Lishan are gone till midnight, and the rain and bells at night end without complaint.
How lucky is the handsome man in brocade to wish for that day with wings and branches. How many people's sentiments and memories are conveyed by the sentence "If life is just like the first time we met?" Ouyang Xiu's "Lang Tao Sha Ling" toasts the east wind with wine, and the sex is calm.
Weeping poplars and purple trees in the east of Luocheng, we always join hands at that time and travel through the fragrant bushes. Gathering and separation are painful and hurried, and this hatred is endless.
This year’s flowers are more red than last year’s. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. I don't know who will be the same.
The flowers will be better next year. I will go and see them, but will I still be able to see you, my old friend? Maybe I won’t see him again. I don’t know who will accompany me then. This poem is also very beautiful.
"Partridge Sky" Yan Jidao (Yan Shu's seventh son) held the jade bell diligently in colorful sleeves, but he was drunk and beautiful when he fought hard. Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan.
After seeing each other again, we meet again and share our dreams with you. I only have a few silver photos left tonight, as if I was afraid that the meeting would be a dream.
In this poem, "After parting ways, I recall meeting each other, and I share the same dream with you several times, but I am afraid that the meeting is in a dream" is written extremely delicately, beautifully, and with a hint of sadness. This kind of Missing you can’t help but make people think a lot! Liu Yong's "Reminiscences of the Imperial Capital" The weather is like a thin quilt and a small pillow, and I suddenly feel the feeling of separation. After a few colder nights, I still fall asleep again after I wake up.
After all, without sleep, a night is as long as a year. He also planned to wait, but returned to collect the bridle.
Fighting for help has become a plan. Thousands of thoughts, many solutions, just relying on loneliness and boredom.
My whole life is my heart, and I will shed a thousand tears for you. The last sentence of this poem, "My whole life is my heart, and I will bear your tears for a thousand times" is the truest words in my heart, with helpless true feelings.
Although it is not very beautiful, this is my favorite sentence in Liu Yong's poems. Ouyang Xiu's "Nan Ge Zi" phoenix bun with gold mud ribbon, dragon-patterned jade palm comb, smiling and supporting each other under the window when coming and going, love and thrush are as deep as ever. I have been leaning against someone for a long time with my pen, trying my hand at tracing flowers, and I have easily lost my embroidery skills. I asked with a smile how the word "鸳鸯" came into being in the book.
This is a story about the sweet life of a couple, beautiful and happy, which makes people think of it. Ouyang Xiu's "Shengchazi. Yuanxi" On the night of Yuan Dynasty last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day.
The moon is on the willow branches, and people meet after dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still there.
I can’t see the person from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are filled with tears. This poem is simple and clear, with a touch of sadness.
"Traveling on the Shasha·Chenzhou Hotel" Qin Guan The tower is lost in the fog, and the moon is lost in the ferry. The peach garden is nowhere to be found.
It is worth noting that the lonely pavilion is closed in the cold spring, and the setting sun is setting in the sound of cuckoos. The plum blossoms are sent to the post, and the ruler is sent to the fish.
There are countless ways to build this hatred. Fortunately, the Chenjiang River flows around Chenshan Mountain, but why does it flow down to Xiaoxiang?
Anyone who reads the last sentence of this poem will find it beautiful. When I was in high school, I thought this sentence was said by someone who had a crush but failed to confess! "Eight-Sixth Son" Qin Guan leans on Wei Pavilion. Hate is like a fragrant grass, which will survive even after being harvested.
After saying goodbye to the green mantle outside the willow tree, I was sad and secretly surprised when I parted with the red mantle by the water. Wu Duan Tian and Ping Ting.
The moonlight night is a dream behind a curtain, and the spring breeze is full of tenderness. Perseveringly, the joy gradually followed the flowing water, the sound of the plain strings broke, the fragrance of the green silk diminished, and the flowers flew into the night, and the remaining rain covered the sky.
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"There is a dream behind the curtain of the moon at night, and tenderness in the spring breeze." This is my second favorite sentence in Qin Shaoyou's poems. "Peach Poppy" Qin Guan The green peach planted and dew in the sky is not an ordinary flower.
The water lingers in the depths of the chaotic mountains, but it is a pity that only one branch is like a painting, for whom it blooms. There is no limit to the light cold and drizzle. It is difficult to control it without spring.
It doesn't matter if you get drunk for you, I'm afraid it will break your heart when you wake up. Anyone who reads this sentence will be filled with emotion.
"It doesn't matter if you get drunk for you, I'm afraid it will break your heart when you wake up." This is my favorite sentence in Qin Shaoyou's poems. Thank you, host, and I hope you will adopt it! Mission accomplished, thank you.
2. Have you ever seen a beautiful ancient poem that made you think a lot?
1. If life is just like the first time you see it, why is the autumn wind so sad? It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change. The words of Lishan are gone till midnight, and the rain and bells at night end without complaint. How unlucky is the man in brocade to wish for the same day with wings and branches. From Nalan Xingde's "Mulan Hua Ling Na Gu Jue Ci" in the Qing Dynasty
Vernacular translation: Getting along with the person you like should always be like when you just met, as sweet, so warm, and so affectionate and happiness. But you and I should have loved each other, but why have we become separated from each other today? Now you change your heart easily, but you say that it is easy for lovers to change their hearts. You and I are just like Tang Minghuang and Yang Yuhuan. We made a life-or-death vow in the Palace of Eternal Life, but in the end we made a decisive separation. Even so, there is no grudge.
But how can you compare with the Tang Minghuang back then? He still had a vow to be a winged bird and to connect a branch with Yang Yuhuan.
2. Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu. Continuous cutting and confusion remain, which is the sadness of separation and separation, the ordinary feeling in the heart. "Happy Meeting" by Li Yu from the Five Dynasties
Vernacular translation: Silent and lonely, I slowly climbed up the empty west tower alone, looked up at the sky, and saw only a cold curve like a hook. The moon is with you. Looking down, I saw the sycamore tree alone in the courtyard, and the deep courtyard was shrouded in the cold and desolate autumn colors. The shearing is endless, and the rationale cannot be sorted out. What makes people feel confused is the pain of country subjugation. The lingering sorrow lingered in my heart, but it was another kind of indescribable pain.
3. The plain forest is woven with smoke in the desert, and the cold mountains are sad and green. It's dark when you enter a high-rise building, and there are people upstairs who are worried. The jade steps stand in the air, and the birds return home in a hurry. Where is the return journey? The long pavilion is connected with the short pavilion. From Li Bai's "Bodhisattva Barbarian: Plain Forest and Desert Smoke Like Weaving" from the Tang Dynasty
Vernacular translation: The flying smoke is like weaving on a distant forest, and the mountains in autumn still leave a sad scene. of emerald green. Dusk has already entered the high-rise building, and there is someone alone upstairs feeling worried. She stood on the jade ladder for a long time in vain, watching the flocks of birds fly back to their homes in such a hurry. Where is your journey back? There are long pavilions one after another and short pavilions one after another.
4. I live in the North Sea and in the South Sea. I can't send a letter to express my gratitude to you. Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, and a ten-year light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes. There are only four vertical walls to run a household, but there are only three broken arms to treat illnesses. I imagine my head has turned white when I read, and the ape across the stream is crying because of the miasma of vines in the stream. From Huang Tingjian's "Send to Huang Jifu" written in the Song Dynasty
Vernacular translation: I live on the northern coast, and you live on the southern coast. You want to ask the wild geese to deliver the message, but it cannot fly to Hengyang. Back then, I watched peaches and plums and drank fine wine under the spring breeze. I was in a state of poverty. It has been ten years since we parted ways. I often looked at the lonely lamp, listened to the autumn rain, and missed you. You only have four empty walls to support your livelihood, and it's so difficult. The ancients became good doctors after breaking their arms three times, but I hope you don't do this. I wish you were poor and self-sufficient and studied hard, but now your hair has turned white. Across the mountain stream full of miasma, apes are wailing and clinging to the ivy in the deep forest.
5. The taste of the world has become as thin as gauze in recent years. Who makes people ride in Beijing? The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty. Low paper is laid slantingly, grass is being made leisurely, and tea is served with fine breasts under the clear window. Wear plain clothes and don’t sigh in the wind and dust. It’s still time to arrive home during the Qingming Festival. From "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" by Lu You of the Southern Song Dynasty
Vernacular translation: In recent years, the interest in being an official has been as light as a thin veil. Who asked me to ride a horse to Kyoto as a guest and be immersed in the prosperity? Living in a small building, I listened to the patter of spring rain all night long. In the early morning, I heard people hawking apricot blossoms deep in the alley. I spread out a small piece of paper and scribbled it calmly and slopingly, each word in order. On a sunny day, I carefully boiled water, made tea, skimmed foam, and tried to taste famous tea in front of the window. Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain your white clothes. During the Qingming Festival, you still have time to return to your hometown in Sanin by Jinghu Lake.
Extended information:
There are 348 poems by Nalan Xingde (one theory is 342), covering aspects such as love and friendship, frontier fortress in the south of the Yangtze River, chanting things, chanting history, and miscellaneous feelings. Most of his poems about water and lotus are about water and lotus. Although he has experienced it as an author, he has a small number of poems and his vision is not very broad. However, the poems are charming because of their love, and Nalan Xingde is a very temperamental person. , so his lyrics are all excellent, and Kuang Zhouyi praised him as "the best lyricist in the early days of the Republic of China" in "Hui Feng Ci Hua".
"Nalan Ci" not only enjoyed a high reputation in the Qing Dynasty, but also occupied a glorious place in the entire history of Chinese literature. Looking at Nalan Xingde's poetry style, it is fresh, elegant, and sad, which is quite close to the later masters of the Southern Tang Dynasty. He himself also admired Li Yu very much. He once said: "Huajian's poems are like ancient jade, precious but not applicable; Song poems are applicable but less precious. Li Yu's poems have their own beauty, and they are even more confusing." In addition, his poetry was also influenced by "The Collection of Flowers" and Yan Jidao.
"Nalan Ci" had a sensational effect of "every family competing to sing" during Nalan Rongruo's lifetime. After his death, he was praised as "the first poet in Manchu Qing Dynasty" and "the first scholar". people". Qing scholars all spoke highly of him. By the time of the Republic of China, Nalan was still a well-known example of a talented man who died young. Wang Guowei praised him and said, "Observe things with natural eyes and express emotions with natural tongue. When he first entered the Central Plains, he was not infected with the customs of the Han people. Since the Northern Song Dynasty, he has been just one person." Zhang Henshui's "Outside History of Chunming" even wrote about a talented man who died at the age of thirty. His friend lamented: "When I saw the poems I usually wrote, I expected that he was like Nalan Rongruo and could not live forever.
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Reference: Baidu Encyclopedia-Nalan Xingde
3. Poems describing being unable to sleep due to numerous thoughts at night
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Yue Fei
Original text:
Last night, the cold cicadas couldn't stop chirping. I was startled back from my dream of thousands of miles away. It was already the third watch. I got up and walked around the steps alone. People were quiet, and the moon was outside the curtain. Hun Ming.
The white head is for fame. The pines and bamboos in the old mountains are old, blocking the return journey. I want to put my thoughts on the Yao Qin. I have few close friends, and who will listen when the string is broken.
Worry and diligence are not inferior to Ning. , I am heartbroken all day and night.——"He Yu" Bai Juyi
The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamps are all out before I can fall asleep.
The long night is beginning with bells and drums, and the stars are about to dawn. Sky.
The mandarin duck tiles are frosty and the flowers are heavy, and the emerald quilt is cold.
After so many years of life and death, the soul has never come to sleep.
______________________________ Song of Everlasting Regret by Bai Juyi
The lonely lamp cannot be understood and I am heartbroken. I roll up the curtains and look at the moonlit sky and sigh. ——Shanghai Li Bai
4. Sleepless nights, so many sorrows, thousands of thoughts and tears. Poetry
1. Like a dream, last night the rain dispersed and the wind blew violently
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Last night the rain dispersed and the wind blew violently, and the remaining wine was not consumed by the heavy sleep. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know, do you know? It should be green, red and thin.
Translation
Although the raindrops were sparse last night, the wind was blowing hard. I slept soundly all night, but when I woke up, I still felt that I was still a little drunk. So I asked the maid who was rolling up the curtain how the situation was outside. She only said to me: "The begonia flowers are still the same." Do you know? Do you know? It should be lush green leaves and withered red flowers.
2. Meng Wei Zhi
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
At night, we travel hand in hand with dreams, and in the morning, we shed tears.
Zhangpu was ill for three times, and the grass in Xianyang returned to autumn for the eighth time.
You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.
Ah Wei and Han Lang went there one after another. Do you know if Ye Tai knows?
Translation
At night, I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand, and when I woke up in the morning, my tears flowed down my face without wiping them away.
I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and it has been eight years since the grass in Chang'an City grew.
I miss you and your bones have turned into sand. I am still temporarily living in the world with a head full of gray hair.
Awei Hanlang has passed away successively. Can we know the underworld in the dim and dim world?
3. Die Lianhua·Dream of the Yanshui Road in the South of the Yangtze River
Song Dynasty: Yan Jidao
Dream of the Yanshui Road in the South of the Yangtze River, travel all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, and never meet anyone who has left. . There is nothing to say when you are sleeping, and you are melancholy when you wake up.
If you try to exhaust this love letter, it will be like a wild goose and a sinking fish, and in the end there will be no evidence. But relying on the slow string song to say goodbye, the broken heart moves the Qin Zheng pillar.
Translation
In my dream, I walked towards the misty Jiangnan Road. I traveled all over the land of Jiangnan, but could not meet my beloved after parting. In the dream, there is no place to express the sadness and ecstasy. After waking up, I feel melancholy, all because of the dream.
I wanted to express my love and write you a letter, but in the end the letter failed to be sent. I have no choice but to slowly play the zither to express my emotions of separation. It is difficult to express my resentment even if the zither pillars are broken.
4. Linjiang Immortal: There is no flute-playing girl in Qin Tower
Tang Dynasty: Li Yu
There is no flute-playing girl in Qin Tower, and the scenery of Shangyuan is vacant. The pink flower and golden pistil are low and high. When the east wind annoys me, it smells fragrant.
The green stems reflect the weeping poplar trees. We meet temporarily, just like dreaming and thinking too lazily.
Translation
Without a beauty like Duke Mu of Qin, the beautiful scenery of the Royal Garden would be empty. Those flowers bloomed so beautifully, with pink petals and golden stamens, but they were the only ones who looked low or high, and no one could appreciate them with me. Maybe the east wind was not happy with me, so it made those flowers bloom half.
I missed her for a long time and was bored. I leaned against the window alone and fell asleep after being tired. When I woke up, the sun was already setting in the west. In the dream, I dreamed of the love I had back then, but when I woke up, everything was empty. How long this hatred must have lasted! In previous years, the two of them used to be attached to each other in the weeping poplar tree, but now they can no longer see each other. My relationship with her was only temporary. It was really short-lived. It was just like a dream. I was too lazy to think about those things anymore.
5. Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines. (Broken Heart - Part 1: Broken Heart)
Translation
The two of them lived in isolation for ten years, missing each other but at a loss and unable to see each other. I don’t want to let myself miss it, but I can’t forget it. My wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her the desolation and sadness in my heart. Even if we meet, we probably won't know each other, because I am running around, my face is covered with dust, and my temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, and saw my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in front of the small window. The two looked at each other, not knowing where to start from a thousand words, and could only shed a thousand lines of tears in relative silence. I expected that the graveyard with the small pine trees shining under the bright moon was the place where I missed my wife with heartache every year.
5. Sentences to express that it is late at night and full of thoughts
1. At this time of night, my heart is always empty, and I feel as if I have been abandoned and forgotten by many people. In that way, I was overwhelmed by deep loneliness and I didn't know what to do.
2. I really can’t successfully control my tears. Every drop of my confession tears passes through the time tunnel, drops into hell, and turns into a piece of stubborn stone! The sound of this machine is accompanied by sad tears, hoping to be by your side again, although our future has long ended. In these lonely nights (lonely late nights), I would rather believe that you are always by my side.
3. In the cold night as cold as water, the emotion of the past floated into the tunnel forgotten by memory, the golden body was dimmed, with sadness and a few drops of solidified tears. , frozen You Meng leaving traces. 4. I don’t know whether it was the music that inspired me, or my state of mind that matched that piece of music. My thoughts began to spread slowly, with every trace of unspeakable loneliness, colliding with the sadness that had been hidden deep in my heart for a long time. Tonight, I just I want to turn the sadness in my heart into a breeze and float into the distance. Being quiet in the dark night may be a relief, so that the words I write are actually so sad.
5. Who is awakened by the roar of insects at midnight, as if he has lost his soul, and feels sad. 6. Sad streets, cold nights, unable to find the end of pain, the road to dreams gradually blurred, where should I go tomorrow? The blue sky turned dark, and the ship could not find the harbor.
The lonely heart, the sad person, cries and says not to take it too seriously. At midnight, I was sitting alone in front of the computer, looking at today that was about to pass, and looking at the tomorrow that was about to come. I stupidly waited for time to pass second by second, to see if I could wait for the second when time would stop. clock, because I just want to stay in this moment.
7. Midnight. Like a ghost, sometimes it swallows me up.
I had no skin at all. I curled up and shouted so hard that my voice almost drowned out the world, but I was still alone and no one heard me. Midnight is the night and loneliness. It is a conversation between one person. I quietly left behind salty tears. In the dark night, I found the loneliness. I put him in my arms and gently said to him, "Goodbye" Afraid, you are fine.
No one will take you away. 8. At midnight, all my roommates had fallen asleep. I stared at the ceiling and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
An unspeakable melancholy and an indescribable power echoed in my heart. It's a kind of care. I care about her in the distance. I don't know if he is asleep now? 9. As the night gets deeper and deeper, my heart slowly settles, and I feel more and more lonely, just like standing on the railway track and looking at the long, endless loneliness.
10. Many days I would rather suffer boredom, upset, emptiness, and loneliness in my own space than blend into a group I don’t like. Even if I have all kinds of worries and helplessness, I am not willing to confide half a word to the people around me. I bury everything deeply in my heart in front of them, but I want to vent it in words.
In the eyes of people around me, my world is full of sunshine, but I know clearly that in my heart, my world is dark. When you are alone, when you are hiding in a corner, light a cigarette and slowly enjoy the loneliness and loneliness of being alone.
11. Midnight is a struggle, a compromise, a hesitation, an impatience, and a quietness. I open my eyes hard and realize that the beautiful things just now were all a dream. The world in the dream is very harmonious. I got something that I got a long time ago, and I laughed and laughed, and found that as soon as I opened my eyes, it was all gone. I was so frustrated.
At midnight, I just want to sleep, but I think of my past events, scenes, and those memories bring me so much warmth. It is really a beautiful thing. At midnight, I often Thinking of my time period at this time. 12. In the quiet night, I miss you through time and space, fall in love with the leisurely complex brought by music, fall in love with loneliness and loneliness, and also fall in love with the sadness of the night.
The longing at midnight is like two lines of falling tears, taking my wet heart and spreading wantonly. I picked up the pen in the middle of the night and scattered scattered words according to the ups and downs of my mood, washing away the dust in my soul, letting myself out of the solemn suffocation, and letting the memories become as bright as the moonlight, and they entered the end of my pen in thousands of ways.
Breathe the purest air in life and miss that sincere emotion. Maybe lonely people just want to sing lonely songs. Lonely songs only belong to this silent night! Belong to a quiet person! I am often fascinated by the lingering music, and I don’t know the way back. 13. Stand up and lean against the window.
In the distance, there are a few lazy lights, as if they are going to sleep, eager to give me complete darkness. Forget it, let me dance with my soul in such a lonely midnight! I was dressed in pitch black and danced slowly, but it felt so strenuous. It turned out that the darkness I had stirred up all night was sticky and wrapped around me tightly, getting tighter and tighter.
I had the whole night wrapped around me, unable to move or breathe. I kicked my legs instinctively. My feet hurt so much that I hit the wall. Only then did I realize that I hadn't moved at all. I was still supporting the window sill with one arm, which was sore.
14. Accompanied by loneliness in the middle of the night, standing on the edge of the night, loneliness permeates the whole soul. The chaotic thoughts cannot calm me. If I let my thoughts overflow, time can change a lot, and many things can change. My memory became blurry. At this time, my heart ached, and I was afraid of late nights and silence. 15. I felt more and more uncomfortable lying on the bed. I put on a coat and got out of bed. I walked closer to the window and looked out at this strange yet familiar city.
I have been here for a long time and have a certain understanding of this place, but I still can't integrate into this city and I am worried about another city. There is a dull pain in my heart. It’s not that I like Xi’an so much. It’s not that it’s not good here. It’s not that I can’t adapt here. It’s just that there is someone who cares about me in that city. She was worried because of my troubles. She always thinks about me. She cares about me no matter what. I feel so uncomfortable. As long as she stands beside me, I will secretly be happy in my heart. She is in that city.