The description process is tortuous. Sunshine is always after the storm, and after the suffering, it can always usher in the dawn. We often meet some good sentences in our life or study! Some sentences can describe our mood very well, so what poems describe the tortuous process?
The description process is tortuous. 1 1, stones are based on enthusiasm and hardened for the benefit. -Liu Yuxi
2, fame and fortune are mostly poor and neutral, and disasters often start from cleverness. -Lu you
3, heavy snow presses loose, loose and straight, you must know that it is noble and clean until it snows.
4. Although it is hard, the crazy sand blown out is very hard. -Liu Yuxi
5, the blade is sharpened, and the plum blossoms are bitter and cold.
6, jade cut into a device, drawn and buried. -Wang
7, the husband does not scratch, what is success or failure. -Lu you
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan Xi, Xiu Yuan Xi, and I will go up and down.
9. Those who have a will in ancient times are not only talented people in the world, but also persistent. -Su Shi
10, Tao is enough to forget things, and ambition is enough to rise and fall. -Su Shi
1 1, there is no way for mountains and heavy waters to be suspected again.
12, learning is like getting on a boat, you can't be slow. -Zhu
13, I like the thousands of miles of snow in Minshan, and I will be full of faces after the three armies.
14, everyone born in Tomonsuke should study hard and encourage. -Zhu
15, there is no doubt that there is no road and there is another village.
16, there are no feathers in the stone, so there is no danger. -Li Bai
17, poor and strong, not falling into the blue sky. -Wang Bo
18, Qian Fan is near the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail and sail across the deep sea. -Li Bai
20. Don't look at Changsong lying in the ditch because of wind and frost. It was a hall when he came. -Lu you
2 1, turn the rice and green coptis together in a bucket, and you will be lucky to add one dollar.
Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor.
23, February, the new April and May Valley, who is working hard for whom?
24, between water and water, the pulse is silent.
25. I live in Junnanhai, Beihai, and I can't thank you for a book sent by Goose.
26. There is less leisure at home, and people are twice as busy in May.
27. Farmers starve to death even if there are no idle fields in the four seas.
There is no one in the room, only grandchildren. And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out.
29, pick wild vegetables and roots to cook, spin raw firewood leaves to burn.
30, anger rushes to the crown, leans against the fence, and rests in the rain.
3 1, it goes without saying, the curtain rolls west, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.
33, there is a poor woman, carrying a child. Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm. Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
34. The father plowed Harada, and what about his son? This mountain is barren. The grain is not obvious in June, and the housekeeper has repaired the warehouse.
35. I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset.
36. When is the spring flower and the autumn moon, how much is known about the past.
37. Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.
38, Zhumen wine stinks, and the road has frozen bones.
39. I am afraid that the ship will not move, and I have many concerns.
40, the rain is high and white, plowing in the middle of the night.
4 1, I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice is stuck at the ferry, and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
42. There are also heroic and limited lives, and bumpy names are not published in the literary field.
43. What's the use of rough life? It's a fishing rod in the lake and sea.
44. In ancient times, there were many ups and downs, and the Tao was contrary to the world.
45. It is impossible to come back from the dead, and it is sad and bumpy.
46. After several ups and downs, friendship increased, so Yunlong was sentenced to death.
47. Today is bumpy, which makes the children go through the dust.
48. Your night is also bumpy, and there is a saying of abandoning the legacy.
49. Now, seeing the son on three sides, chasing the minister is bumpy.
Being a husband today is full of ups and downs.
Describe the process twists and turns. There are many in A Dream of Red Mansions.
All right, Song Xueqin
Everyone knows that immortals are good, but their fame is unforgettable!
Where will the past and present be? A pile of grass is gone.
Everyone knows that the fairy is good, but gold and silver can't forget it!
In the end, I only hate getting together, but I close my eyes for a long time.
Everyone knows that immortals are good, and only a good wife can forget them!
You said hello on your birthday, and you died with others.
Everyone knows that immortals are good, and only children and grandchildren can't forget them!
There have been many infatuated parents since ancient times. Who has seen filial piety?
All right, Song Zhu Cao Xueqin
The humble room is empty and the bed is full;
Dry grass withered poplar, used to be a ballroom;
Spider silk is covered with carved beams, and green yarn is attached to the awning window.
What do you mean by thick fat and fragrant powder? Why are the temples frosted again?
Yesterday, white bones buried the loess faucet, and tonight, Yuanyang lies at the bottom of the red tent.
A box full of gold and a box full of silver, all beggars were slandered in an instant.
I'm lamenting that his life is not long, so how do I know I'm dead when I go back?
If you train well, you will never be a strong beam in the future.
Choose paste beam, who wants to live in Yanhua Lane!
Because the gauze cap is too small, it has a lock cangue;
I broke my coat yesterday, and now I think purple pythons are long.
Noisy, you sing me on stage, but you think that other places are your hometown.
That's ridiculous. It ended up in wedding dresses for other girls.
The author's theme
The paper is full of absurd words and bitter tears! Dou Yun's author is crazy, who can understand the taste?
There is a monk who talks crazy.
Spoil, I laugh at your stupidity, and I am full of flowers and snow. After the Lantern Festival, it's time to put out the smoke.
The word Xijiangyue approved Baoyu.
Looking for sadness and hatred for no reason sometimes seems crazy. Even if you are born with good skin, your stomach is rough. Poor and ignorant, stupid and afraid of reading articles.
It is a slander to the world to behave in a remote and perverse way! Being rich does not know happiness, but being poor is miserable. There is no hope of living up to the good times at home and abroad.
The world is incompetent first, unparalleled in ancient and modern times. Send a message to wan ku and Gao Liang: don't affect this style!
Several judgments also reflect the twists and turns of life.
Yuan Chun: For 20 years, I have distinguished right from wrong, and Liu Zhanfang has taken care of Gong Wei. Three spring fights for the early spring scenery, and the tiger meets the dream.
Xiangyun: What is wealth? Parents were disobedient when they were babies. The beautiful eyes hang oblique light, and the Xiangjiang River died in Chu Yunfei.
Miaoyu: If you want to be clean, you can't be clean. Clouds are not necessarily empty. Poor Xiaoyu finally got stuck in the mud.
Wang Xifeng: All birds from the last days know that they love talents in this life. Obeying two orders, three people were in a daze, and crying to Jinling was even more sad.
Qiaojie: If you fail, you will lose your family. I met a benefactor because I helped Liu.
Qingwen: the moon is hard to meet, and the colorful clouds are easy to disperse. The heart is higher than the sky, based on this. Romance and dexterity are offensive. A long life is full of slander, but an affectionate son is empty.
Hate the impermanence of Yuan Chun
I like splendor, but I hate impermanence. Look, throw everything away. Idle wandering consumes the fragrant soul.
Looking around, the road is long, and the mountains are high. So, I told my parents in my dream: My son's life is in the grave, and my family needs to step back and leave early!
Divide the flesh and blood, explore the spring
Sail for 3,000 days, and join the family of flesh and blood. I'm afraid crying will damage my old age. Tell my parents not to worry.
Poverty has been fixed since ancient times, and there is no chance of clutch. From now on, we will be divided into two places, each keeping safe. I want it back, don't get involved.
It's hard to tolerate a wonderful jade.
Temperament is as beautiful as orchid, and talent is rich in fairy. There is little natural loneliness.
Your way stinks of meat. You look down on the continuation of the frontier, but you don't know that people who are too tall are more jealous, and so are those who are too clean. Alas, the people in the ancient temple of Deng Qing will become old and fail.
Pink vermilion floor spring color diaphragm. In the end, I'm ashamed and go against your wishes. Just like that, flawless white jade is stuck in the mud, so why bother? Grandson sighed.
Sad clouds in joy
When I was a baby, my parents lamented their death. Living in the jungle, who knows how to pet it? Fortunately, natural heroes are generous and generous.
I have never cared about my children. In that way, the moonlight was bright in Yutang. This guy is worthy of talent and looks, and won eternal life.
When I was a child, I must have folded into a bumpy shape. Finally, the clouds disappeared and the water dried up the Xiangjiang River. This is the number of ups and downs in the world, so why waste your sadness.
Smart and tired Xifeng
The agency is too clever to calculate the so-called life. Heartbroken before death, ethereal after death. It is better to have a rich family, but eventually a family will die and everyone will go their separate ways. In vain,
I've been hanging in my heart for half my life, and suddenly it's like a dream in the middle of the night, like a building falling down and a light going out. Ah! One happy and one sad. Sigh the world, it's hard to decide!
Well, Long Zhun finally recommended it. . . The bird dived into the forest.
Especially the last sentence is too powerful.
Lock up the birds and throw them into the forest.
For the official, the family business is dying, the family wealth is rich, the gold and silver are exhausted, and the kindness will be repaid, and it will be ruthless and clear.
Those who owe their lives have returned their lives, and those who owe their tears have exhausted their tears. Revenge is not light, and it's all settled.
If you want to know about past lives, you are really lucky to be rich when you are old. He who sees through escapes into an empty net, and he who is persistent loses his life in vain.
Just like eating all the birds and throwing them into the forest, the land is so clean!
For the above songs, I recommend "All right, Song Zhu", "Smart and Tired" and "Throw a Bird in the Woods"
This description process is tortuous 3 1, "Meeting Lin Huanhua and Xie Chunhong"
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.
Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Colorful flowers fade in an instant, and spring comes too hastily. Also very helpless. How can flowers endure the cold and rain day and night?
The rainy forest flowers are so charming that they drop like the tears of a beautiful woman. Flowers and people who love flowers are attached. When can we meet again? There are always too many resentments in life, just like the river that died in the east, which never stops and never ends.
2. Flowers are not flowers
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Say it's flowers, not flowers, say it's fog? Not fog.
It came in the middle of the night and left at dawn.
When did a short and beautiful spring dream come?
When they leave, they are like clouds in the morning.
Like flowers, like fog. Come at midnight and leave at dawn. How much time will it be like a beautiful spring dream when you come? I'm gone, like a cloud in the morning, with nowhere to see.
3. Mianchi nostalgia in He Zi.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying in snow.
I accidentally left my fingers and claws in the mud, and Hong Fei was driving that complicated thing.
The old monk is dead and has become a new tower. There is no reason to look at the old topic with a broken wall.
Remember whether the past was rugged or not, and the long road was full of people.
What's it like running around all your life? It should be like Hong Fei stepping on the snow. Occasionally I left a few paw prints on the snow, but they flew away in an instant, so I can't remember where this trace was left!
Feng Xian has passed away, and the ashes have been placed in the newly-built small tower. At that time, the wall on which the poem was inscribed was broken, so the ink of the old poem was no longer visible. Do you still remember the hardships when you took the exam? Because of the long journey, you are too tired to stand even a donkey with bad feet.
4. "Xijiang Moon, Things are as Short as Spring Dreams"
Song Dynasty: Zhu Dunru
Things are as short as spring dreams and human feelings are as thin as autumn clouds. Don't worry about hard work, everything has life.
Fortunately, three glasses of wine are good, and a hundred flowers blossom. Laughter and blind date for a while, but it will rain or shine tomorrow.
Things are impermanent, as fleeting as a spring dream. Weak human feelings are like thin clouds in the autumn sky. Don't care about your hard work, everything is predestined.
I was lucky enough to meet three glasses of wine and a flower in bud. The short gathering is so cordial that no one knows what will happen tomorrow.
5. "Queqiaoxian smells azaleas at night"
Song dynasty: Lu you
The eaves are quiet, the window lights are dim, and the Spring Festival Evening is stormy. The warbler's nest is always silent, but on a moonlit night, she often cries out Du Yu.
I shed tears in a hurry, dreaming, and picked up the deep branches to fly away. So, the mountain is uncomfortable, half-life, floating!
In late spring, overlooking the river, it is stormy. In the thatched cottage, the candlelight flickered and no one said anything. Even the oriole in the forest stopped singing, and the cuckoo, in the moonlight, moaned alone.
The crow is getting farther and farther away, with a deep shadow, waking up my dream and making people want to cry. For half a century, I'm a freak. I wander on the lonely road, thinking about the cuckoo in my hometown and the scenery in my hometown, which makes me unbearable.