1. Poems describing young love
I want to know you and have a long life. The mountains and Wuling rivers are exhausted. The thunder in winter shakes the rain and snow in summer. The heaven and earth are united. I dare to stay with you in the clear autumn breeze. , the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost again.
When will we know each other when we miss each other, I am embarrassed at this time and night. Entering the door of my lovesickness, I am the only one suffering from lovesickness.
The long-term lovesickness brings long memories, but the short-term lovesickness is endless. If I had known that it would be such a stumbling block to people's hearts, how could I not have known each other before? The silken silk is full of nostalgia, letting the rain sway, and I am not afraid of life.
In a dream, I look at the sea like waves, my heart like a bright moon, and the snow like a gift from heaven. You are enchanting and I will accompany you and never abandon you! When the invitation of life gradually turns from colorful to withered, the barren years will only become clearer day by day. My dear, there is only one so-called favorite, right? There is only one person in the world. If he has no soul, what are you going to do about it? If there is no eternity, why stay together forever? You can repeat your first love but not your passion. You can repeat your regrets but not your favorite. 12* How a flowering tree made you meet me. In my most beautiful moment, I have prayed for this in front of the Buddha for five hundred years. The Buddha asked us to form a mortal bond. Then he turned me into a tree and grew it beside the road you must pass. It bloomed carefully in the sun and was filled with flowers. They were all my hopes in previous lives. When you come closer, please listen carefully to the trembling leaves. It is my passion for waiting, and when you finally pass by your friend who has fallen on the ground behind you indifferently, those are not flower petals, they are my withered heart. 13* Divination Operator----Li Zhiyi I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. .
I miss you day by day, but I don’t see you. I drink water from the Yangtze River. When will this water stop? When has this hatred ended? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.
The west wind is still shining, and the Han family mausoleum is in ruins. Sitting alone is also frowning. Chu guests want to hear Yao Se's complaints. Late at night in Xiaoxiang, when the moon is bright, I look for cinnamon seeds in the mountain temple in the middle of the moon. I look at the tide on my pillow in the county pavilion.
When will I come back again? I miss you so much, I hate you so much, and I hate you until you return home. The moon is bright and people are leaning against the building. It is almost dusk in the season, and I am bored and leaning against the door. I have passed all the thousands of sails, but they are nothing. The slanting light is flowing and the water is long, and my heart is broken. You must not return to your hometown before you are old. Returning to your hometown requires a broken heart. I plan to marry you and rest for the rest of my life.
Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you can’t be ashamed. The face of the waning moon is bright, don’t cry at the dawn. There are too many words, but the love is not over. Looking back, I still remember: I remember the green skirt, and I pity the fragrant grass everywhere. I made a thousand wishes before my pillow, and I wanted to rest until the green mountains faded. I wanted him to come back early after conquering my husband, but he let me stand up and look into the blue clouds. I looked back with deep affection in secret.
The remaining two green trees. Riding on the back of an elephant, people cross the water first. I often get sick and drink in front of the flowers every day. I don’t hesitate to look at the beauty in the mirror and see how thin I am. No matter how many tears there are, there is no limit to hatred. I lean on the railing. I keep cutting, and the reason is still chaotic. This is the sorrow of separation.
There is no ordinary feeling in my heart. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. Don’t lean on the railing alone. There are infinite rivers and mountains. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others. Flowers fall in flowing water and spring is gone. It is difficult for slaves to come out in heaven and earth. I teach you to show mercy. After the lonely people in other lanes have dispersed, I hope that the remaining tobacco is in the doldrums.
The incense of the stove lingers leisurely. Holding the Luo Dai in the sky, I look back with regret. Change my heart for yours, and then I know that we remember each other deeply. When will the green poplars and grasses stop? The tears in my eyes have already faded away. I was tired of being sick in the past. Today, I am afraid of the bright moonlight. I lean alone high in the tower. The wine enters my sorrowful eyes and turns into tears of lovesickness. Tonight this year, the moonlight is like a train. This man has been thousands of miles away. The sorrow in his heart has been broken. By being drunk.
Before the wine arrives, tears first come. The remaining lamp is turned off and the pillow is turned on, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone.
Everyone is here to do this, with their eyebrows in their hearts, and there is no way to avoid it. When will Chunchun come back? Facing the evening mirror, the scenery is hurtful. The late memories of the past are empty and helpless. The flowers have fallen, and it seems that we have known each other. The swallows have returned. The fragrant path in the small garden is wandering alone. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation. The slanting light reaches the dawn and penetrates the Zhuhu household. I want to send colorful notes and rulers. The mountain is long. The water is vast and knows where to grow, but it hates to have little pleasure, but it is willing to love a daughter of gold with a light smile. I hold wine for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers. It rains and the wind blows wildly at the end of March.
The door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. The tears in my eyes ask the flowers without saying a word, and the wild reds fly across the swing. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes endless, and the distance is endless like spring water. Every inch of the soft intestines, filled with pink tears, scatter into the tourists, and I feel the spring sky. Gathering and dispersing are like a hurry, this hatred is endless.
This year’s flowers are more red than last year’s, but it’s a pity that next year’s flowers will be even better. I know who will send you home in the spring, and then send you home again. If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch up with the spring, thousands of flowers will stay in the spring, and the flying swallows will fly together tonight, and only a handful of silver will shine. You may meet like a dreamer, and the person who comes late will be unforgettable. Just because I miss you, I don't want to paint the palace. The spring breeze is free and the poplars are blooming. Ten years of life and death are boundless. I don't think about it. I can't forget it. I am dressing up outside the small Xuan window.
Looking at each other without words, there are only thousands of tears. Looking closely, they are not poplars, but the dots are the tears of the departed people. They picked up all the cold branches and refused to live on them. There are few willows blowing on the cold branches of the lonely sandbank. There is no fragrance anywhere in the world. Everything comes to nothing with a snap of the fingers, the soul is broken, melancholy, nowhere to think, only dreams come and go, let alone fear, the river blocks the most intimate love, the sound leaks out, the shadow of the heartbroken flower sneaks into the strong person, the green and plain shadow, long-term wish to be with you, sigh Dreams, one by one, without any basis, I sit with the golden flowers in despair and look away with disgust, they should be fragrant skin, thin and thin, the plum blossoms are sparse, the ice is melting, the east wind is dark, the new year is changing, if the two love lasts for a long time, how can it last for a long time? In the morning and evening, the time is not reserved for young people. I hate it for a long time. When I have a break, I will do it. The spring river is full of tears, which can't be shed. When will I see you again when I am gone? There were cries in the sky above the sleeves, but the clouds fell and the rain dispersed. By the lantern, the east wind's teary eyes will destroy a life of haggard, only a few dusk. The grass on the plains, the first dew, the old buildings and the new ridges are leaning against each other.
Lying on an empty bed and listening to the rain outside the south window, who will turn on the lamp to mend clothes at night? The place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. Passionate has been hurt by parting since ancient times, and it can't help but neglect the Qingqiu Festival. After all these years, it should be a good morning and a good scene in vain.
Even if I have a thousand love feelings, who can I tell you? After a song of Yangguan, the sound of heartbreak is gone, I am leaning on the railing alone. Did I know it would be bad? I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle. In the dim light of the grass-colored smoke, I couldn't say who would lean on the railing.
The clothes and belts become wider and wider, but they are not destroyed in the end, and people are haggard because of the beauty. The fragrance is not in the stamens, the fragrance is not in the calyx, the fragrance is deep in the bones, and the breadth is as wide as the spring. Who knows that Mrs. Wei is haggard and tired of Jiangnan travelers, it is unbearable to listen, hand in hand with the complicated strings, chanting the moon pavilion, and smelling the dew bridge Flute, meditating on the past, as if in a dream, the tears drop secretly. My hometown is far away. When will I be gone without the wings of a colorful phoenix, and my heart will be connected. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it be in the morning and evening? Once the sea is difficult to make water, get rid of it. There are no clouds in Wushan! The crowd searched for her thousands of times, but when he suddenly looked back, he found that person in a dimly lit place.
The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
The agreement between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your son's hand and grow old together.
When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love. They become husband and wife, and there is no doubt about their love for each other.
Overlapping tear stains and brocade words, there is only love in life that cannot die. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground. Love is an invisible thing, only your heart. 2. Poems about recalling the friendship of teenagers
Poppy Listening to the Rain
Author: Jiang Jie Genre: Lyrics
A young man listens to the rain upstairs,
The red candle dims the tent.
A young man listens to the rain in a boat,
The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the wild geese cry out in the west wind.
Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut.
There are stars on my temples.
The joys and sorrows are always ruthless,
A step before the next step, every bit until dawn.
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Tang Duoling
Author: Liu Guo Genre: Ci
Tingzhou is covered with reed leaves and shallow streams in the cold sand zone.
Revisiting the South Tower in twenty years.
The boat under the willow tree is not yet stable, but it will last for a few days, and it will be Mid-Autumn Festival again.
The Yellow Crane cuts off the head of the river, has the old friend been there?
The old country is full of new worries.
I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but in the end it was different. I was a young man traveling.
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Youth Travel
Author: Liu Yong Genre: Ci
The horses on the ancient road in Chang'an are delayed, and the tall willows are chaotic and the cicadas hiss.
The sunset is outside the bird, the autumn wind is on the plain, and the eyes are broken for four days.
When Guiyun disappears without a trace, where is the early stage?
The relationship is unfamiliar, the drunkard is lonely, and he is not like he was when he was young.
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Reminiscing about Youth
Author: Chao Buzhi
There are endless official willows, no willows to draw boats, and no roots for travelers.
Nanshan still sees each other off, separated only by people from Gaocheng.
The garden and the stream in the painting are blue and green, and they are all done over again.
Liu Lang’s temples look like peach blossoms.
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Chou Nuer's Book on the Middle Wall of Boshan Road
Author: Xin Qiji Genre: Ci
Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow,
Falling in love with the upper floors, falling in love with the upper floors,
I am forced to express my sorrow in order to compose new words.
Now I know what it feels like to be sad,
I want to say it, but I still want to say it, but I want to say it, but I still want to say it,
But it’s a cool autumn.
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Bodhisattva Barbarian
Author: Wei Zhuang Genre: Ci
Now I recall Jiangnan music,
I was young and thin in spring clothes .
Riding a horse and leaning on the leaning bridge,
The building is full of red sleeves.
The green screen is curved with gold,
Drunk into the flowers to sleep.
See the flowers and branches this time,
I swear I will never return. 3. Poems about teenagers
Poems, poems:
1. Du Fu's "Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking": Zongzhi, a handsome and beautiful young man, raised his glass and looked at the blue sky with white eyes, as bright as a jade tree before the wind.
2. The passionate young man, Jia Baoyu in "A Dream of Red Mansions":
His face is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, his color is like the flowers of spring dawn, his temples are like knife cuts, his eyebrows are like ink paintings, and his face is like a peach The petals are like eyes, and the eyes are like autumn waves. Although they are angry, they sometimes smile, and when they look angry, they are affectionate.
The hope is passionate, and the language is always smiling. A natural charm is all in the eyebrows, and thousands of emotions in life are piled in the corners of the eyes.
3. The young chivalrous man who died in the national disaster, Cao Zhi's "White Horse":
The white horse is decorated with golden restraints and gallops northwest. May I ask who's son is You Bingyou Xia'er? When I was young, I went to the countryside and raised my voice in the desert.
In the past, there was a good bow, but the arrows were uneven. If you control the string and break the left one, the right hair will destroy the moon branch. He raises his hand to catch the flying scorpion and bends down to scatter the horse's hooves.
He is as cunning as a monkey and as brave as a leopard. There are many policemen in the border towns, and many barbarians are migrating. Yu Xi came from the north and rode up the high embankment.
Long drive to the Xiongnu, left Gu Ling Xianbei. Abandoning one's body at the edge of the edge, can one's life be safe? If parents don't care, how can they talk about children and wives?
When compiling a list of strong men, no selfish interests are allowed. Sacrificing one's life to go to the country's disaster, seeing death as a sudden return home.
4. Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow":
"It's hard to give up on natural beauty" "Looking back and smiling, you will be full of beauty, the six palaces have no color" "The hot spring water washes away the fat" "The flowers on the temples" "Yan Jin steps and shakes, the hibiscus tent warms the spring night" "The hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows" 4. Poems describing young people
1. Zongzhi is a handsome and beautiful young man, raising his glass and looking at the blue sky with white eyes, as bright as a jade tree before the wind.
Explanation: Zong's handsome and handsome young man raised his glass and looked at the blue sky with his white eyes. The flowers were as bright as jade trees in front of the wind.
From: "The Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking" by Du Fu·Tang
2. When Wuling was young, in the east of the gold market, a white horse with a silver saddle rode the spring breeze.
Explanation: The brothers were playing near Jinshi East Street, enjoying the spring breeze with the silver-saddled white horse.
From: Li Bai·Tang's "Youth Journey"
3. The young man hunted a plain rabbit, and the horse came back carrying it with him.
Explanation: The young man hunted a plains rabbit and rode home with him in good spirits.
From: Wang Changling·Tang Dynasty's "Guan Hui"
4. Think back to those days, when we were brave and powerful, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
Explanation: I think back then, he rode a war horse and wore iron armor, danced with swords and guns in the air, and swallowed thousands of miles like a fierce tiger.
From: Xin Qiji·Southern Song Dynasty's "Yongyu Le·Nostalgic Pavilion in Beigu Pavilion, Jingkou"
5. Riding a horse and leaning on the leaning bridge, the building is full of red sleeves.
Explanation: Riding a big horse, leaning on a small bridge, all the women in the building were fascinated by his heroic appearance.
From: "Bodhisattva Man" by Wei Zhuang·Five Dynasties 5. Poems describing young love
I want to know you and I will live forever. The mountains and Wuling rivers are exhausted. The winter thunder shakes. Summer rain and snow, heaven and earth are united, and the autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost again.
When will we know each other when we miss each other, I am embarrassed at this time and night. Entering the gate of my lovesickness, I am the only one suffering from lovesickness.
The long-term lovesickness brings long memories, but the short-term lovesickness is endless. If I had known that it would be such a stumbling block to people's hearts, how could I not have known each other before? The lingering thoughts of love, letting the rain sway, and not being afraid of life.
In a dream, I look at the sea like waves, my heart like a bright moon, and the snow like a gift from heaven. You are enchanting and I will accompany you and never abandon you! When the invitation of life gradually turns from colorful to withered, the barren years will only become clearer day by day. My dear, there is only one so-called favorite, right? There is only one person in the world. If he has no soul, what are you going to do about it? If there is no eternity, why stay together forever? You can repeat your first love but not your passion. You can repeat your regrets but not your favorite. 12* How a flowering tree made you meet me. In my most beautiful moment, I have prayed for this in front of the Buddha for five hundred years. The Buddha asked us to form a mortal bond. Then he turned me into a tree and grew it beside the road you must pass. It bloomed carefully in the sun and was filled with flowers. They were all my hopes in previous lives. When you come closer, please listen carefully to the trembling leaves. It is my passion for waiting, and when you finally pass by your friend who has fallen on the ground behind you indifferently, those are not flower petals, they are my withered heart. 13* Divination Operator----Li Zhiyi I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. .
I miss you day by day, but I don’t see you. I drink water from the Yangtze River.
When will this water stop? When has this hatred ended? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.
The west wind is still shining, and the weak willows at the Han Dynasty Mausoleum are lifting their sleeves from the wind, and the orchids are leaking out as if they were stained with towels. Sitting alone, I also have a frown. I want to hear the complaints of Yao Se. Late at night in Xiaoxiang, when the moon is bright, I look for osmanthus seeds in the mountain temple. I look at the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.
When will I come back again? I will miss you so much, I will hate you so much, and my hate will not stop until I return home. When the moon is bright and people lean on the building, it is almost dusk. They are bored and leaning against the door alone. Thousands of sails are not there. The slanting light is long and the water is long. The heart is broken. Bai Pinzhou is not old. Don't go back to your hometown. When you return home, you must have a heartbroken concubine. I plan to marry you and rest for the rest of my life.
Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed of Can Yue's face. Don't cry before Qingxiao has spoken too much, but the love is not over. Looking back, I still remember: I remember the green skirt, I felt pity for the fragrant grass everywhere, and I made all kinds of wishes in front of my pillow. I wanted to rest and wait until the green mountains died. I wanted my husband to come back early, but I took off and let me look back at the green clouds with deep affection.
The remaining two green trees. Riding on an elephant's back, I cross the water first. I often get sick and drink in front of the flowers every day. I don't care how thin the beautiful face in the mirror is, how many tears there are, so there is no limit to hatred. I lean on the railing and cut constantly, and the reason is still chaotic. This is the sorrow of separation.
There is no ordinary feeling in my heart, asking you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward, don't lean on the railing alone, there are infinite rivers and mountains, it is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see when you are gone. The flowing water has fallen, the flowers are gone, and spring has passed. It is difficult for the slaves in heaven and earth to come out. I teach you to show mercy to the lonely people in other lanes. After the lonely people disperse, I hope that the remaining tobacco will be in the doldrums.
The incense of the stove lingers leisurely. Holding Luo Dai in the sky, I look back and hate Yiyi in exchange for my heart. It is for your heart. When will the memory of each other stop? The tears in my eyes have already faded away. I was tired of being sick in the past. Today, I am afraid of the bright moonlight. I lean alone high in the tower. The wine enters my sorrowful eyes and turns into tears of lovesickness. Tonight this year, the moonlight is like a train. This man has been thousands of miles away. The sorrow in his heart has been broken. By being drunk.
Before the wine arrives, tears first come. The remaining lamp is turned off and the pillow is turned on, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone.
Everyone came to this matter, with their eyebrows in their hearts, and they couldn’t avoid each other. When will Chunchun come back? Facing the evening mirror, the scenery is hurtful. The late memories of the past are empty and helpless. The flowers have fallen, and it seems that we have known each other. The swallows have returned. The fragrant path in the small garden is wandering alone. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation. The slanting light reaches the dawn and penetrates the Zhuhu household. I want to send colorful notes and rulers. The mountain is long. The water is vast and knows where to grow, but it hates to have little pleasure, but it is willing to love a daughter of gold with a light smile. I hold wine for you to persuade the sun to set, and I leave the evening light among the flowers in the evening of March, when the rain blows and the wind blows wildly.
The door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. The tearful eyes ask the flowers without saying a word, and the chaotic red flies across the swing. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes endless. The distance is endless like spring water, and the pink tears are dispersed into the tourists. I feel that the spring sky gathers and disperses like a hurry. This hatred is endless.
This year’s flowers are more red than last year’s, but it’s a pity that next year’s flowers will be even better. I know who will send you home in the spring, and then send you home again. If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch the spring, thousands of flowers will stay in the spring, and the swift and swift swallows will fly together tonight, and only a handful of silver will shine. You may meet like a dream, and the person who comes is late and unforgettable, even if you are heartless and heartbroken, the pitiful green temples Just because I miss you, I don't want to paint the palace. The spring breeze is free and the poplars are blooming. Ten years of life and death are boundless. I don't think about it. I can't forget it. I am dressing up outside the small Xuan window.
Looking at each other without words, there are only thousands of tears. Looking closely, they are not poplars, but the dots are the tears of the departed people. They picked up all the cold branches and refused to live on them. There are few willows blowing on the cold branches of the lonely sandbank. There is no fragrance anywhere in the world. Everything comes to nothing with a snap of the fingers, the soul is broken, melancholy, nowhere to think, only dreams come and go, let alone fear, the river blocks the most intimate love, the sound leaks out, the shadow of the heartbroken flower sneaks into the strong person, the green and plain shadow, long-term wish to be with you, sigh Dreams, one by one, without any basis, I sit with the golden flowers in despair and look away with disgust, they should be fragrant skin, thin and thin, the plum blossoms are sparse, the ice is melting, the east wind is dark, the new year is changing, if the two love lasts for a long time, how can it last for a long time? In the morning and evening, the time is not reserved for young people. I hate it for a long time. When I have a break, I will do it. The spring river is full of tears, which can't be shed. When will I see you again when I am gone? There were cries in the sky above the sleeves, but the clouds fell and the rain dispersed. By the lantern, the east wind's teary eyes will destroy a life of haggard, only a few dusk. The grass on the plains, the first dew, the old buildings and the new ridges are leaning against each other.
Lying on an empty bed and listening to the rain outside the south window, who will turn on the lamp to mend clothes at night? The place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. Passionate has been hurt by parting since ancient times, and it can't help but neglect the Qingqiu Festival. After all these years, it should be a good morning and a good scene in vain.
Even if I have a thousand love feelings, who can I tell you? After a song of Yangguan, the sound of heartbreak is gone, I am leaning on the railing alone. Did I know it would be bad? I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle. In the dim light of the grass-colored smoke, I couldn't say who would lean on the railing.
The clothes and belts become wider and wider, but they are not destroyed in the end, and people are haggard because of the beauty. The fragrance is not in the stamens, the fragrance is not in the calyx, the fragrance is deep in the bones, and the breadth is as wide as the spring. Who knows that Mrs. Wei is haggard and tired of Jiangnan travelers, it is unbearable to listen, hand in hand with the complicated strings, chanting the moon pavilion, and smelling the dew bridge Flute, meditating on the past, as if in a dream, the tears drop secretly. My hometown is far away. When will I be gone without the wings of a colorful phoenix, and my heart will be connected. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it be in the morning and evening? Once the sea is difficult to make water, get rid of it. There are no clouds in Wushan! People searched for her thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, she found that person in a dimly lit place.
The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
The agreement between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your son's hand and grow old together.
When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love. They become husband and wife, and there is no doubt about their love for each other.
Overlapping tear stains and brocade words, the only thing in life that cannot die is love. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on earth. Love is an invisible thing. Only when you have love in your heart can you feel it.
6. Poems that describe the beauty of young people
1. The journey of young people
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
There are ten thousand wines in Xinfeng, and there are many years of wandering in Xianyang.
When we meet, we will drink for you. We will tie our horses to the weeping willows of tall buildings.
Translation
The fine wine produced in Xinfengsheng is worth thousands of dollars, and most of the rangers who haunt the capital Chang'an are young people.
When they met, they had the same mood, drank happily, and the horse was tied to the willow tree under the restaurant.
2. Partridge Day: A guest talks about fame and fame in memory of his youth
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
The banner of the prime of life supports ten thousand men, and the brocade He suddenly rode across the river at the beginning. The soldiers of Yan sung at the silver barbarians at night, and the arrows of the Han Dynasty flew towards the golden servant girls.
Chasing the past, sighing at the present, the spring breeze will not stain the white mustache. But he exchanged ten thousand words of military strategy for his boss's tree-planting book.
Translation
When I was young, I led more than 10,000 soldiers and elite cavalry across the Yangtze River. The Jin soldiers were preparing their quivers at night, while our Han army shot arrows called Jin Pugu at the enemy early in the morning.
Reminiscing about the past, I lamented that the spring breeze could no longer dye my white beard black. I think the tens of thousands words of strategies that can pacify the Jin people should be exchanged for books on tree planting with people in the east.
3. Liuzhou Getou·Chivalrous young man
Song Dynasty: He Zhu
The young man is chivalrous and makes friends with heroes from five cities. Liver and gallbladder holes. Hair twitching. Talking. Life and death are the same. A promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Push Qiaoyong. Arrogant and indulgent. Cover lightly. Lianfei Yao. Douchengdong. When drinking wine, the spring scenery floats in the cold jar. Sucking in the sea and hanging rainbow. Idle calls of eagles and dogs, white feathers picking eagle bows. The cunning hole is empty. Happy rush.
Translation
When he was young, he had a chivalrous spirit and made friends with heroes in major cities. He is sincere and courageous towards others. He will get angry when encountering injustice and has a strong sense of justice. Standing and talking, life, death and sex. What we admire is outstanding bravery, unbridled and arrogant.
Light cars crowded around and drove together in the suburbs of Beijing. Drinking heavily in the hotel, the seductive spring scenery appeared in the wine jar, we drank like long whales and weeping rainbows, and we drank in an instant. Occasionally he would go hunting with his hawks and dogs, and in an instant he would wipe out the rabbit's nest. Although it was joyful, it was a pity that the time was too short.
4. Two poems about a young man's journey
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
He beat the building and drank the fine wine, and sang the sword to change the water.
After passing by Prince Yan, I became entrusted with Bingzhou's son.
There is a time when a young man is full of energy and will work hard.
Don’t deceive each other when fighting against Lu Goujian.
When Wuling was young, in the east of the gold market, a white horse with a silver saddle rode the spring breeze.
Wherever the fallen flowers trample, I laugh into the orchid wine shop.
Translation
Like Gao Jianli, he builds buildings and drinks in Yan City, and like Jing Ke, he plays his sword and sings lamentations on Yishui River.
You should get to know people like Prince Dan of Yan who love virtues, and make friends like the knights of Bingzhou.
A young man with great ambitions will have a time of intense exertion.
If you meet a chivalrous man like Lu Goujian again, you should declare your family name in advance. If there is a competition for a title, please send me a letter and don't deceive me.
To the east of Chang'an Gold Market, the noble son of Wuling was riding a white horse with a silver saddle, his face full of spring breeze.
Where do they like to go after enjoying the flowers on a spring outing? They often went to Hu Ji's wine shop to drink and have fun.
5. A Young Man’s Journey
Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing
Shooting flies and boasting about hunting, and having fun together.
The green moth is beautiful on the pillow, and the white horse is arrogant when it whips.
The music room is full of pearls and emerald green, and the deep lanes have orchestral tunes.
In the late spring breeze, the fragrance of clothes is floating all over the road.
Youngster) was praised for his shooting of birds by those who accompanied him on the hunt. He loved riding alongside others the most.
The girl serving the young man is charming and charming, and the young man is riding on a BMW and waving his whip proudly.
The bead curtain closed in the secret room, and music played in the long alley.
In the evening spring breeze, the fragrance of the boy's clothes floated on the road. 7. What are the poems that describe young people?
1. Young people don’t know the feeling of sorrow and fall in love with the upper floors. Fall in love with the upper floors. In order to compose new words, I forcefully express my sorrow. ——"Ugly Nuer·Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Interpretation:
When people are young, they don't know the feeling of sadness and like to climb high and look far away. I like to climb high and look far away, and reluctantly express my sorrow in order to write a new poem about "no worries".
2. A man who has been prosperous for a hundred years, why should he live in the world? ——"Three Poems for a Young Man, Part Three" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Interpretation:
Men should be born with great arrogance, meritorious service in battles, and establish their own merits. They should not rely on the relationship with the emperor. Climbing high branches because of the in-law relationship.
3. Arrogance and self-confidence are unacceptable, and they will be raised in the hall of chivalrous men for a long time. ——"Three Poems for a Young Man·Part 3" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Interpretation:
Although they look arrogant, they are actually very humble, and the people they associate with are all high-ranking people. People are chivalrous.
4. The young ranger is easy to pass by, and his clothes are all gorgeous. ——"Three Poems on a Young Man's Journey Part 3" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Interpretation:
Young knight-errants, they only pay attention to passing by, and they are all luxuriously dressed and covered with finery.
5. The autumn wind blows on the fortress, and the sun sets on the city wall. Young pommel horses are suitable. If you follow military music, don’t ask who you follow. ——"Jiang Yue Huang Chongshan·Composed when I first arrived at Songshan" Jin Dynasty: Yuan Haowen
Interpretation:
The sound of drums and horns in the army sounded in the autumn wind, The flag on the city head fluttered slowly under the setting sun. Young men should join the army, ride on war horses, and gallop through borders. As long as you can join the army and gallop, you will be very happy, no matter who leads the army.
6. Now I recall Jiangnan music, when I was young and my clothes were thin. Riding a horse and leaning on the leaning bridge, the building is full of red sleeves. ——"Bodhisattva Man·Now I Recall the Joy of Jiangnan" Five Dynasties: Wei Zhuang
Interpretation:
Only now do I recall the benefits of Jiangnan. At that time, I was young and romantic, and my spring clothes were flying. , personable. I was riding a big horse, leaning against a small bridge, and all the women in the building were fascinated by my heroic appearance.
7. Xinfeng fine wine fights for ten thousand, Xianyang ranger for many years. ——"Four Poems on the Journey of a Young Man" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Interpretation:
A bucket of Xinfeng fine wine is worth ten thousand coins, and most of the rangers who haunt Wuling are young people.
8. The young man is chivalrous and makes friends with five heroes. Liver and gallbladder holes. Hair twitching. ——"Six States Getou·Young Chivalry" Song Dynasty: He Zhu
Definition:
When he was young, he had a chivalrous spirit and made friends with heroes in major cities. He is sincere and courageous towards others. He will get angry when encountering injustice and has a strong sense of justice.
9. If your body has no bones, your ambition will be strong. ——"Gift to the Young Man of Xinping" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Interpretation:
He has a bent body, as if he has no bones, but he has ambitions in his chest.
10. There is a time when young people are full of energy and work hard. ——"Two Poems of a Young Man" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Interpretation:
A young man has great ambitions and will have a time of intense exertion in the future.
8. Poems related to teenagers
The Ugly Slave Xin Qiji
A young man doesn’t know the feeling of sorrow, so he falls in love with a building. He falls in love with a building and writes new words about his sorrow.
Now that I have experienced all the sorrow, I want to say no but I want to say no, but I say it’s been a cool autumn.
Encouraging the study of poetry by Zhu Xi
The young man Yi Laoxue It's hard to achieve, and every inch of time can't be taken lightly.
Before I realized the dream of spring grass in the pond, the sycamore leaves in front of the steps had already sounded the sound of autumn.
The poppy beauty Jiang Jie
The young man listened to the rain song Upstairs, red candles dim the tents.
In the prime of life, I listened to the rain in the boat. The vast clouds on the river were low and the wild geese called in the west wind.
Now, under the monk's house, listening to the rain, there are stars on his temples. < /p>
The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and they last until dawn.
Xiao Zhongshan Zhang Liangneng
The willows are dark and the flowers are bright and spring is deep,
Xiao Lanhong The peony has been peeled off.
The wind after the rain softens the songbirds.
The sun is late, but there is still a bit of gloom.
Don’t dwell on the past.
It’s a good time to be free and come here.
The old travels are nowhere to be found.
There is no place to look but the youthful heart.
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