The poem about the solitary lamp is 1. What poems describe desolation?
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Author: Zhou Bangyan years: Northern Song Dynasty genre: Ci.
Autumn is cloudy and sunny, and the yard suddenly gets cold. Standing in court listening to autumn, I miss the trace of Hongyan in the depths of the vast sea of clouds.
The deeper people go to silence, but the wall and the lonely lamp set each other off. The wine is awake, how to stay up late at night?
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(1) Twilight.
2 cold sound: autumn sound.
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In autumn, the weather is changeable, sometimes cloudy and sometimes sunny, the sky begins to get dark, and the yard is deserted. I stood alone in the autumn wind, quietly listening to the cool autumn sound. The clouds darkened, but no geese came and went, only a sad sound could be heard. At midnight, people have dispersed, and there is no sound between heaven and earth. In the room, there is only one solitary lamp shining on the empty room. I am awake, with this flickering solitary light, how can a person spend this long night until dawn?
2. What are the poems about "tenacity"?
1. Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches and is supported by veteran cadres. _ _ _ _ Hsinchu in Zheng Xie
I am leaning alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's Bamboo House
3. Spotted bamboo branches, spotted bamboo branches, tears send acacia. _ _ _ _ Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God Spotted Bamboo Branches"
4. Why is there no moon at night? Where is there no bamboo and cypress? It's just the lack of free people like us. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Night Tour in Chengtian Temple/Chengtian Night Tour
5. Bamboo shadow poetry is thin, and plum blossoms are fragrant in dreams. _ _ _ _ Wang Tingjun's quatrains, bamboo shadows and thin poems
6. under the west window, the wind shakes the bamboo, and it is suspected that it is an old friend. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's "Man Fang Ting, Clear Water, Surprised Autumn"
7. Cover Chai Fei and thank him for staying with Zhu Mei in my study. _ _ _ _ Shen Zijin's "Yu Lian Rain Window Xiaoyong"
8. See smoke in the mountains and sunset in the bamboo. _ _ _ _ Wu Jun's Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains
9. Under the light of our single lamp, we float in the smoke through cold, wet and wet bamboo. _ _ _ _ SiKongShu "Farewell to Shen Han at Yunyang Inn"
10. After a long silence, the sound of bamboo is still like a crescent moon. _ _ _ _ Li Yu's "Yu Meiren, the wind returns to the yard."
3. Poems about "One Word"
One-word poetry anthology
1, a weeping willow, a boat with one leaf, a yellow leaf forest, and an autumn forest.
A lake with clear water like a mirror, a bright moon and homesickness.
2, a family of one, one year of hunger and one year of famine.
A bowl of hot soup is cold, a pair of tears and a pair of sores.
3, one side of the soil and one side of the people, one season is cool in winter and one season is spring.
It's getting better every year, one is salt water and the other is gold.
4, an autumn wind is a little worried, and a snowflake is a little worried.
A plate of jiaozi, a bowl of soup, warms people's hearts once.
5, a mountain, a water and a hook, a day of leisure and a day of sorrow.
A sail and an oar cross the passengers, and the bright moon returns to the ship.
6, a mountain to a temple, a bell to cover.
Monks chanting, wooden fish knocking at the door.
7. One mountain, one water and one bay are green, one tree, one branch and one flower.
One person does not fall, one village, one hospital and one firewood fly,
A charming mother's faucet. A meaningful cup of green tea,
A voice turned around and asked me if I regretted it.
8, a season of autumn rain, a mountain red, a yellow flower floating Peng,
A lifetime of love is cold all night, and a dream is empty!
9, a piece of paper and a lamp, a cold rain and a gust of wind.
A wisp of acacia tears, a piece of Wang Yang a solitary rainbow.
10, a lyre and a pavilion, a frosty mountain and a night wind.
A roll of old books, a residual ink, a pot of muddy wine, a solitary lamp.
1 1, a bend in Leng Yue, a cold plum in Qingying, and Zheng in Brocade.
Returning to the sail at one o'clock is a lonely guest, and a lonely goose is floating.
12, a piece of Wang Yang, a lonely rainbow, a stormy mountain, a little affection,
A window with dreams and shadows, a room with lonely tears.
13, a fan and a firefly, a new book and a cup of fragrant tea.
One night, the flute leaks, and one side is duckweed.
14, an autumn wind, a mountain yellow, a falling flower and a night frost.
An inkstone, a pen, a cavity of blood and a cold lamp.
15, a sunset, a Yun Fan, a glass of iced wine and a stationery.
A crow crowed a broken dream, and I spent the Spring Festival in sadness.
16, one of the boats with one mountain, one water and one cloud.
A line of geese return to Liuan, and one person sings a mountain and autumn alone.
17, a small building, a curtain of dreams and tears.
One screen, one key, one glass of wine, one word, one word.
18, one mountain, one temple, one old monk, one inkstone, one tea and one solitary lamp.
Dedicated to Buddhism and seeking new enlightenment, I am alone in a volume of scriptures.
19 A boat, a pole and a hook,
A clap of water is like a song, and a bird catches the autumn river alone.
20. A sail, an oar, a fishing boat, a fisherman and a hook.
A bow and a smile, a bright moon and an autumn.
4. Poems of Sauvignon Blanc
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Like a flower, there is a high sky in the world from the center of the cloud.
Below, I saw the green and agitation of the water. Heaven and earth are far away,
Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
Sauvignon Blanc We are in Chang 'an,
Crickets often wail in autumn and sound from Jin Jinglan.
Thin frost sends cold, and bamboo mats feel cold;
I miss her at night, and the lonely lamp dims with me.
Roll up the curtains to see the bright moon, sighing at the bright moon in vain;
As beautiful as flowers and jade, it seems to be separated from the clouds!
The blue sky is boundless blue sky,
The clear water is boundless, and the waves of soup are next.
How hard it is for souls to fly;
There are many barriers between mountains, and it is difficult to meet the soul.
Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc, often lovesickness destroys the heart!
In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night.
I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu.
This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan.
Think back to her lover, lover, the person far away from the horizon, the eyes that sent her away, and the source of tears now.
If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!
The sunset is hazy, and the stamens are shrouded in light smoke.
Yuet Hua is like practicing, missing my lover all night.
Zhao Se, the phoenix is engraved on the column, so I won't play.
I want to play Qin Shu again, but I'm afraid of touching the strings of Yuanyang.
This affectionate song, unfortunately, has not been passed down.
I hope it can be sent to distant Yanran with the spring breeze.
Remembering my love, my love drifted across the sky,
The eyes that pass the eyes,
Now it has become a source of tears.
If you don't trust my concubine,
Please come back and look at my face in the mirror!
Endless desire
A cloud, a jade shuttle,
This shirt is very thin,
This snail is very light.
There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild.
Outside the curtain, there are three banana nests.
The night is long and helpless!
Endless desire
Flowers are easy.
Liu siyi
Liu Huaqing's parting in the new year
Bow your head and cry.
Changjiang east
Changjiang west
Cross-strait mandarin ducks fly to two places
When shall we meet?
Bai Juyi, a lover of Sauvignon Blanc
Flowing water,
Surabaya flow,
Flowing to Guazhou Gudutou,
Wu Shan is a little sad.
In the long run,
Hate you,
I hated it until I came back,
Yueming people lean on the building.
Wu, the moon is clear, and the green hills on both sides of the strait meet, but who knows the separation? You are full of tears, I am full of tears, my heart is not tied, and the river is flat.