An ancient poem about unsatisfactory career 1. A poem describing unhappy feelings and career.
Chai Toufeng (land tour)
Red crisp hands, yellow wine. Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city; Dongfeng evil, with a subtle sense of joy and a melancholy mood, left a few years of "slim phoenix red crisp hands" painting.
Cable, wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. Tears are red; Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books, mo, mo, mo!
Note: Yan (y √): Runcai (jiāo xiāo): Word of God.
It is said that the gauze woven by Jiao Ren is extremely thin, which was later used to refer to gauze. Jiao Ren, also known as "Jiao Ren", is a mythical figure who lives in the sea. His tears can be turned into pearls. Raw silk, silk fabric.
Chai Toufeng (Tangwan)
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late; The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away; The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide.
2. the career is not smooth. What does this poem say?
1, "Time flies, if you stay too long, it will decline." -Qian Yu's Nine Debates
2. "The road is difficult to walk and easy to fall, and life is difficult." -Shen Yue's homesickness poems hurt Wang Rong in the Northern and Southern Dynasties.
3. "One thing is still difficult to achieve, and two ways can be obtained. People who work hard in the world are blocked when they are bitter. " -Tang Bai Juyi's "Yong Huai"
4. "It's hard to know how long it will take." -Tang Bai Juyi's "The Book Scheeren Begins"
5. "Only fate knows life, but people struggle for it." -Tang "Five Accidental Books"
6. "Bad luck, bad fate." -Don Wang Bo's "Teng Xu"
7. "Without an inch of sincerity, you can't become white hair." -Song Xuji, "Watching Weng Songlu"
3. Please describe the ancient poems that made mistakes everywhere. If your career fails, you can think about them yourself.
1, dusty face, smoky fire, gray temples and black fingers. What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth. Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder. -From the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's Charcoal Man
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the face is covered with dust, showing a smoked color, the hair on the temples is gray, and the fingers are burnt very black by charcoal. What is the money from selling charcoal for? Buy clothes to wear and food to eat in your mouth. It's a pity that he only wears thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.
2. In August, the wind roared, and it swept my triple grass. The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest. My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff. -From the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: In late August and autumn, the wind roared and swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. A group of children in Nancun bullied me, so they had the heart to be "thieves" to grab things face to face and run into the bamboo forest with thatch in their arms. I'm thirsty and I can't stop drinking. When I came back, I sighed alone on crutches.
3, the cost of pure wine, for the gold cup, 10,000 copper coins and a hip flask, Pan Yujian is ashamed of 10,000 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. Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today. -Excerpted from "It's hard for me to go" by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation of the vernacular: Jinbei famous wine, per barrel 1000 yuan; The exquisite dishes in the jade plate are worth 10 thousand yuan. I feel depressed in my chest. You can't eat without drinking. Draw your sword and look around, my heart is really at a loss.
Want to cross the Yellow River, ice and snow blocked the river; If you want to climb Taihang Mountain, the vast snow has already closed the mountain. Like Lushang Yuxi, waiting for a comeback; Like Yi Yin's dream, he passed by the Japanese side by boat. How difficult it is to travel in the world, how difficult it is; With so many roads in front of me, should I go from north to south?
4, the hair on the temple is not white, and nothing can be done. * * * I resigned when I was in my prime, and I stayed in Jiangnan. I remember the rocks in my mountain spring, but I am familiar with the wind and rain on earth. The old school will retire first in Hejun and add three schools next year. -From Bai Juyi's "Night Sending Micro-message" in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: My sideburns have become white and slender unconsciously, and it is unbearable to think that I have accomplished nothing so far. Resign when we cherish prosperity together, and sigh when we spend New Year's Eve together in Jiangnan. I often recall the scenery of my hometown, and you know in detail the difficulties and obstacles on the road of life. An old officer is fit to resign. I will be 53 years old in the New Year tomorrow.
5 or 30 years is neither a book nor a sword. Looking for water in wuyue, I hate it all. Swim across Jinghu Lake in a boat and pay tribute to Xie Lingyun. At present, what is the use of worldly fame to enjoy the wine in the cup? -From the Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran's "Yue Luo Yue"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: After thirty years of dwelling in the land, neither of them has made any achievements in martial arts. Go to Wuyue to find landscapes and get tired of the dusty eyes of Luoyang and Kyoto. Swim across Jinghu Lake by boat to pay tribute to Xie Lingyun. We just enjoy the wine in the cup, why care about the fame in the world?
6, there are no academic officials, and they are not correct. My hometown is still Wan Li, and apes cry at night. -From the Sui Dynasty: Sun Wanshou's Going East on the Road.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: I have achieved nothing in school and career, and my heart is naturally indignant when I go home. The journey back to my hometown is still thousands of miles away, and there are apes singing in the mountains in autumn night.
4. Recommend some poems with low life and career.
"He Tianchong"-the golden list of Liu Yong in Song Dynasty, I occasionally lose the top spot.
How to be a temporary legacy of the Ming Dynasty? If we fail, will we fight wildly? There's no need to talk about mourning. A talented scholar and poet naturally wears white clothes.
Yanhua alley is a stranger, as Danqing barrier. Fortunately, there are people in the right place, I can look for them.
And snuggled up to the red jade, had an affair, and life was smooth sailing. Youth is a soldier.
Endure superficial fame and sing shallowly. "Broken Array"-Song Xin Qi Ji was drunk watching the sword and dreamed of blowing horns and camping.
Eight hundred miles of moxibustion, fifty strings of external sound. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. Despite the king's world affairs, he won a name before he died.
Poor hair has become a white-haired man! Going to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year-Tang Menghao-ran, I am not petitioning at the North Palace Gate, but in this shabby house on Zhongnanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Full of sadness, tossing and turning, the pine forest is empty under the moon.
"Jia Sheng"-Tang Li Shangyin's propaganda room visited the courtiers, and Jia Sheng's tone was even more incoherent. Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods.
"Can't move a step"-Tang Li Baijin fought for 1,000 pieces of sake and humiliated 10,000 pieces. 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 walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
The fifteenth ancient style-Tang Zhaokun. Huang Jintai was built.
The play Fang Xin Zhao Zhi. Zou Yan came back together.
How can I help you? Abandon me like dust.
Zhuyu buys songs and laughs. Dregs and talents.
I know Huang. Wandering thousands of miles alone.
5. Poetry that describes everything that goes wrong
Yu Meiren —— When is the autumn moon in Tang Yu's Spring Flowers? What do you know about the past! The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
Yulin Ridge-Song Liu Yong was heartbroken, the pavilion was late, and the shower began to rest. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to? Jiang Chengzi-Su Songshi's diary of the first month is a dream of life and death for ten years, which is unforgettable without thinking.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. Slow down-Song Liqing searched and searched, deserted and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are all over the ground, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! Chai Feng-Song Luyou red crisp hand, yellow wine, the wall of the spring palace is full of willows.
The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years.
No, no, no! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion.
Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo! Hairpin Phoenix-Wan in Song and Tang Dynasties has a thin world and poor human feelings, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk.
The breeze is dry and the tears are residual. If you have to worry, just say it alone.
Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy.
Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! Shen Yuan's two poems —— Song painted a corner in "The Setting Sun on the City". Shen Yuan is not the resurrection of the pool platform.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo. After 40 years of broken dreams and fragrance, Mr. Liu of Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton, but this body is a tribute of Shan Ye's soil and water, and there are still traces.