Poetry about injury

1. Poems about Wounded Poems: Su Shi: The Second Rhyme of Shui Long Yin Zhang Zhifu's Huayang Ci is like a flower, but it is still like a flower, and no one repents. Run away from home, think, heartless, thoughtful. I am sleepy and charming, and I want to open it. My dream went with the wind in Wan Li, looking for a place to go, and was called by Yingying. I don't hate this flower flying away. A pool of duckweed is broken. Three points for spring, two points for dust and one point for running water. In detail, it was not a tender flower, but a little tear. Irises wither and red apricots are small. When swallows fly, people turn around the green water. There are few branches blowing willow, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the end of the world! Swing on the wall outside the road. A layman inside the wall laughed. The laughter faded away, but the passion was ruthlessly annoyed. The soothsayer (who lives in Dinghui Garden in Huangzhou) hangs a sparse tree when there is no moon, which makes people very quiet at first. Anyone who sees a lonely person walking alone is a lonely shadow. When he started, he turned back, but he didn't hate anyone. He refused to live after picking up all the cold branches, and the lonely sandbar was cold. On the twentieth day of the first month, Jiang remembered it. Desolate, nowhere to talk. Even if we meet, we should not know, our faces are covered with dust and temples are frosted. At night, we suddenly dreamed of going home. Xiao Xuan window is being dressed. We care about each other silently, but there are only a thousand tears. It is expected that there will be heartbreak every year, and there will be a dwarf pine mountain on a moonlit night. Li Qingzhao: Wuling is full of spring fragrance and tired of combing her hair at night. Things are people who have nothing to do, and tears will flow first when they want to talk. Rethinking and eliminating the golden beast. Double Ninth Festival, jade pillow cupboard, cool in the middle of the night. After drinking at dusk in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance and sleeves. Immortal, west wind shutter, people are thinner than yellow flowers. Cut the plum lotus root and lose the jade after autumn. If you unbutton your clothes, you will be alone in the blue boat. Who will send you a brocade book in the cloud? The word "wild goose" returns, and the west wing is full of moons. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure. I can't get rid of this feeling, but I frown, but I can't bear it. I searched slowly, coldly and sadly. It's the hardest to stop when it's warm and cold at first. How can I compare with him? I'm late. The geese are sad, but they are old acquaintances. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! Li Yu: How to avoid the sadness of midnight songs in life? What is the limit of ecstasy alone! The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes. Who is the tallest building? Remember the sunshine in autumn. The past is empty, but it is still like a dream. The rain is gurgling outside the sand curtain, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow can't stand the cold of Friday. I didn't know I was a guest in my dream, and I was greedy all day. I can't stand alone! The vast mountains and rivers are hard to see when you are away. Running water is lighter than spring, and it is on earth. If you have nothing to say when you meet each other, you can go to the west wing alone, the moon is like a hook, the phoenix tree is lonely, and the deep courtyard locks the clear autumn. The reason is still chaos, but sadness, especially the general taste in my heart. When are the autumn moon and spring flowers in Yu Meiren? How much do people know about the past? Last night, the east wind blew in the small building, and the countryside was unbearable. The jade carving in the middle of the month is like a river flowing eastward for forty years, and the country is three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. Long Ta in Fengge is even an isolated mountain, and Qiongzhi in Yushu is a cigarette radish. Once a vassal, he sank his waist and killed his temples. At most, I left the temple in a hurry, and the teaching workshop was still playing a farewell song. I shed tears for Gong E Xin Qiji: How many storms can you feel when fishing? I hurried back in spring. And they were afraid that bloom would be early, not to mention countless red flowers. I live in spring. I see the end of the world and there is no turning back. I complain that spring is silent, but I only work hard, draw spider classes and do everything in Yogyakarta. What happened in Nagato was quasi-ritualistic and wrong. I used to be jealous of Emei. My daughter bought it as if she had bought a gift. Who complained about this situation? Do not dance. Can't you see that Yuhuan Yanfei is full of dust? Leisure is the hardest. Don't lean on the fence, where the sun sets and the smoke willows break your heart. The curtain of the Soviet Union covered the blue sky and yellow leaves, and autumn was so cold that it smoked. The mountain reflects the water in the sunset, and the grass is outside the sunset. You are homesick and chase your thoughts every night. You can't sleep alone unless you have a good dream. The bright moon tower is high and lonely, and the wine enters your heart and makes you homesick. Liuyong:. I have nothing to say. When I missed it, it was dark and the sky was boundless. Affection has hurt me since ancient times. It's worth leaving me, but I ignored Tomb-Sweeping Day. Where did I wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng were dying. After many years, it should be a good time and a good scene in name only. With all kinds of amorous feelings, who can you talk to? Mao Mao rain has been sprinkled on the river in Klang, and it has been washed clean. I missed the sky several times and my boat. Eager to know me, leaning on the dry place, I am worried. Qin Guan: Fang Ting Mountain is covered with Wei Yun, and the sky is dark, and the doors are broken and the horns are painted. I suspended the collection, talked about * * * and led away from respect. How many Penglai past events, empty looking back, vanished. The lights in the high city are already dusk. One is from Ximei, Jie Jiang, boating on Wujiang River, waiting for the wine to be poured, boating on the river, waving curtains upstairs, crossing Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is blowing and the rain is rustling. When will you go home and wash your robe? Silver tone, sweet heart. Time easily throws people away, making cherries red and plantains green. When the Book of Songs is published monthly, the bright moon is in the sky. Shu Yao corrected it when people were present. When people are tired, they feel sad. The bright moon is in the sky and they are sad. When they are tired, they take pictures. The people were radiant and relieved.

2. Poem describing the injury 1. Chai Feng-Lu You

Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow. Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. No! No! No!

Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo!

2. Chai Feng-Tang Wan

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!

3. The spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which used to be a stunning photo. -Lu you

Everything is that people don't rest, and tears flow first when they want to talk. -Li Qingzhao

3. What poems describe injuries? 1. Poetry: There are trees and branches on the mountain. I don't know if I like you.

Said by: Song of Yue people, anonymous in pre-Qin.

Interpretation: There are trees on the mountain and trees have branches. I like you in my heart, but you don't know it.

2. Poetry: The world is infinite, and a sad picture can't be drawn.

From: Night Scene of Jinling by Gao Chan in Tang Dynasty

Interpretation: There are countless painters in this world, but they can't draw their own inner sadness.

3. Poetry: But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more sad to raise a glass to dispel our worries.

From: Li Bai's "Xuanzhou Xielou Farewell School Book" in Tang Dynasty.

Interpretation: draw a knife to cut off the water flow, and the water wave will flow more smoothly; I want to raise a glass to dispel my worries, and my worries are even stronger.

4. Poetry: How many worries can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

Said by: When will the five generations of Li Yu, autumn moon and spring flowers bloom?

Interpretation: Ask me how much sadness I have in my heart, just like endless spring water rolling eastward.

5, verse: wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.

From: Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe Nostalgia" in Song Dynasty

Interpretation: Only when bitter wine is poured into sorrow frequently will it turn into lovesick tears.

4. Ask for a poem about "injury". This person used to be Liu's counselor in the capital, but he was never happy despite his great achievements.

The success or failure of the national cause is to stand by and hate the rancid smell of maple.

Sima Qian of Thailand lamented since ancient times, wishing him to be like the old man in Changtai, Antarctica, Yongchang.

Why should a man of good character be separated from the rivers and lakes? How can he be placed in Weiyang Palace?

Memories-Du Fu's Notes

Zuihuayun-Li Qingzhao

The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die. West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Cut a plum-Li Qingzhao

Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Slow voice-Li Qingzhao

Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of light wine,

Why do you think he was late and in a hurry? Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it 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!

Like a dream-Li Qingzhao

It rained and blew suddenly last night, and a deep sleep didn't eliminate the residual wine. I asked the shutter man, but Haitang is still the same. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

5. Don't write poems for the injured sentences. Starlight penetrated the chest of the night.

Blood of darkness

Sadness flowing all night

The wind frowned slightly and said to him

Be brave

Close your eyes.

Swallow pain

Those damn starlight

With the glory of the winner

Be occupied by it

Nuoda space

The wounded poem was in rags.

Begging in the dark

Those broken chapters lie alone.

Missing and escaping.

A tear

Roll down the gap in the text.

Nourish those wounded poems

There was a smile on his lips.

Manifestation of blood loss

Poetic convergence lacking charm

Lonely

Inquire about tonight's news

Avoid the eyes of the sword.

Suppress your disappointment in your chest.

That kind of situation

Resist the contempt from time.

The breath left on the guardian line

It's all typed word for word. I hope it helps you.

6. What poems describe "a broken heart"? 1. Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing.

2. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

3. The wind has exhausted the fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

4. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

5. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

6. I won't regret it if my belt widens. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.

7. Looking for it, it's cold and gloomy.

8. Holding hands and staring at tears, I sobbed silently, thinking and thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, the twilight is heavy.

9. Lonely boudoir, full of sadness. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

10. How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.

7. Age of Persuading the Worried Poetry: Tang Author: The lights are on at five o'clock in the evening in Yan Zhenqing, which is the time for boys to study. Black hair doesn't know how to study hard early, and white head regrets studying hard late. The era of persuasion: Meng Jiao attacked the stone with fire, and there was no smoke without fire. Learning is unnatural. Everything depends on your own luck and your own virtue. Youth must be early, so he can't be a teenager. The age of persuasion. It is entrusted to talents. The mysterious door must be closed, and the door of hard work must be opened. Celebrities in the world have a hundred generations, and they don't get cold like ash. The morning chicken is solid and self-motivated, and people are stupid. Seagulls are not clumsy. Why do you doubt the world? A gentleman keeps a house diligently, and Yan Min is like a rose, thin and small, which is really the sorrow of our generation. Debauchery does not succeed.