What is the poem describing "heartlessness"?
A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Author: Cen Can
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.
The vast sea dried up, thousands of feet ice, dark clouds bleak, Wan Li condensed.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Cen Can (about 7 15-770) was a frontier poet in Tang Dynasty, a native of Nanyang, the great-grandson of Cen Wenben, a hero of Emperor Taizong, and later moved to Jiangling. [1-2] Cen Can grew up alone, learning from his brother and reading historical records. Tang Xuanzong was a scholar in Tianbao three years (744). At the beginning, he led the government soldier Cao to join the army. After joining the army twice, he first served as the secretary of the shogunate of Gao Xianzhi in Anxi. At the end of Tianbao, Feng Changqing was the judge of the shogunate when he was the minister of Anxi North Hospital. In the case of Zongshi, Zeng Guan was the secretariat of Jiazhou (now Leshan, Sichuan), which was called "Cenjiazhou" [2]. He died in Chengdu in the fifth year of Dali (770). [3-5]
His poems are longer than seven-character metrical poems, and his masterpiece is Song of Snow to Send Tian Shuji Wu Home. There are 360 existing poems. He has cordial feelings for frontier fortress scenery, military life and cultural customs of ethnic minorities, so his frontier fortress poems are particularly excellent. The style is similar to that of Gao Shi, and later generations often call it "Gao Cen". There are ten volumes in The Collection of Cen Can, which have been lost. There are seven volumes (or eight volumes) of Cenjiazhou Collection. The Complete Tang Poetry consists of four volumes.
2. Describe heartless poetry
This is the most famous war poem in the world:
Life is precious.
Love is more expensive.
If you are free.
You can throw them both.
-petofi
There are also ancient Chinese.
A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Author: Cen Can
The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
It enters the pearl shutters, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, and a cotton pad is thin.
The bow becomes stiff, it is almost impossible to pull it out, and it is difficult to protect your iron clothes.
The vast sea dries up the ice in thousands of feet, and the clouds are bleak and Wan Li condenses.
But let's drink to the guest who came home from the camp and play the savage pipa, guitar and harp for him.
Until dusk, when the snow collapsed our tent, our frozen red flag could not fly in the wind.
We watched him walk eastward through the wheel tower door and enter the snowdrift on Tianding Road.
Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.
3. Ask for some cruel and beautiful poems
If life is just like the first time, why worry about the autumn wind painting fans, the wind wrinkling the head of the Yangtze River, the king of a pool of spring water. I live at the end of the Yangtze River, and I think about you every day. When will the water stop? I just hope your heart is the same as mine, don't miss it!
It's sad to think of a sad place, the more you think about it, the more ridiculous it is, and it comes from the same dream. Don't laugh at the delusion of the world.
There are infinite painters in the world, and you can't draw a sad picture once. Ecstasy, no? (I can't play, the language is Jiang Yan's Beppu)
Go home, no rain or shine, who is afraid of a lifetime of misty rain. Poor bones by the river, I am still a dream girl.
Life is rootless (this is a figurative word), floating on a stranger like dust. There were no people in the past (Mo, not Mei), but the water is still cold today.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.
The dew is heavy and white tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! . Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. Loud heaven and earth are more pregnant with you, and you are worried alone.
Talk a lot, still have feelings. In retrospect, I still remember the blue silk skirt and pity the weeds everywhere. A moment that should last forever should be regarded as melancholy.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? . We met in the flowers, parted in the flowers, and a year later, there were flowers here again.
Tonight, I want to know whose home is Qiu Si. In the past, I went by myself, and Yangliuyiyi. Today, I was thinking that it was raining.
Behind the old joke, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left.
I also recommend you to look at these poems: Yue Fei's Little Mountains and Rivers are Boundless (I think Yue Fei's poems are all excellent), Li Yu's, Feng Yanji's, Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" (ten years of life and death), Shuilongyin (as flowers fly), Wei Zhuang of Li Zhiyi, and Queqiaoxian of Qin Guan.
Don't say that the poem I recommended is not good! After typing for an hour, I can't write many words. Moreover, I have collected these poems for three years, and there are still many I don't want to type. It's already after one o'clock in the evening.
Many words are misspelled. sorry
Now make up some poems! Let me ask you about the east running water. If it can go further than the love of friends! His clothes gradually widened, and he did not regret it, which made people haggard in Iraq.
The world is boundless, the sage in the poem, the people are suffering, the waves at the bottom of the pen are sparkling, the night is dark and windy, and the thoughts are long gone, and I don't give up day and night.
There are tears in the sea, pearls in the moon, blue fields breathing their jade to the sun, and spring is out of the water. This is heaven and earth.
I also suggest you read some poems by Xu Zhimo: "Goodbye, Cambridge!" The cuckoo under the bright moon and Ashman Phil.
Finally, I personally think that the best sentence was written by Feng Yanji, the poet mentioned above: Spring breeze blows autumn water, and shadows shake each other, only telling that it is a blue window for a long time, who believes that the east wind blows away colorful clouds! I only know that I have been working for a long time, and this sentence is not good. )
How's it going? Give me some feeling!
4. What are the poems that describe the warmth and coldness of human feelings and the sinister people's hearts?
1, Drinking and Pei Di.
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Please pour you wine to console yourself. People are fickle like waves.
When we meet, we always guard against swords, but suddenly you are the first to laugh at me.
The grass is always moistened by drizzle, but the flowers are cold in the spring breeze when they want to spread.
The clouds in the world are not worth mentioning, and they are not eaten as a high-altitude mountain forest.
Pour you wine, please masturbate, human feelings are like waves. When you are old, you should press your sword to guard against it, but at first, you laugh at me and suddenly play it. The new green weeds are moistened by drizzle, but the flowers are blooming in the spring breeze. It's not worth mentioning. Things are fleeting. It's better to lie in the mountains and try to add food.
2. Nine Poems by Zhi Zhu (7)
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
Qutang 12 beaches, it is difficult to travel since ancient times.
It's better to hate people than water, and make waves casually.
The water in Qutang Gorge flows through Twelve Beaches, and the road here has been difficult since ancient times. Always complaining that people can't compare with this river will also make waves for no reason.
3. "Mulan Ci, Antique Juejue Ci, Friends of Cambodia"
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain.
More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
Getting along with the right person should always be as sweet, warm, affectionate and happy as when we first met. But you and I should love each other, but why should we leave each other today? It's easy to change your heart now, but you say it's easy to change your heart in this world.
Just like Tang He, you and I swore a life-and-death oath in the Palace of Eternal Life, but we finally said goodbye. Even so, we don't have any resentment. But how can Tang compare with that year? He has always made a vow to be a pair of birds and connect the branches with Yang Yuhuan.
4. "spring resentment"
Tang Dynasty: Liu
The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.
The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.
Outside the screen window, the sun fades and the dusk gradually falls; Lock up the mansion, and no one will see my sad tears. The courtyard is empty, and the spring scenery is about to disappear; Pear flower falls fell all over the floor, and the door closed mercilessly.
5. "Slow voice search"
Song Dynasty: 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 wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Translation: Empty and unprincipled, cold and desolate, sad and miserable, heartbreaking. How to rest when you feel warm and cold? Drinking three glasses of light wine can't resist its urgency and the cold wind blowing in the evening. The geese flying to the south to escape the cold, but it's a pity that they are old acquaintances. Deny one's hometown.
The chrysanthemums are all yellow, and I am sad and haggard. Have no intention of appreciating flowers and cherishing them. Now that the flowers are fading, who can pick them? Look at the window to see the time, look at the window to see the time, I hope it's not dark. It was drizzling on the plane blades, and it was still dripping at dusk. How can this situation be described by a sad sentence?
5. forbearing poetry
Red dust and white waves are boundless, humiliation and burden-bearing, gentleness and gentleness are the magic formula.
Everywhere, time is extended with fate, and time is divided into life.
Don't be ignorant, and don't complain.
Socialize cautiously without regrets, and discuss things patiently.
Never break the crossbow string first. It hurts easily every time I see a steel knife.
Trouble is nothing but gossip, but mostly malicious words.
Don't argue with each other about right and wrong, so there is no need to talk about each other.
"The Origin of the World" has many defects, and its illusion is impermanent.
It doesn't hurt to suffer some losses, and it doesn't hurt to give in by three points.
I only see willow green in spring and chrysanthemum yellow in autumn.
Brilliance is always a night dream, and wealth is still like September frost.
Who can take the place of old illness and life and death and bear the ups and downs?
People boast of their cleverness because of clever plans. God will calmly decide its opinion.
Greedy, hell, fairness and integrity are heaven.
Musk deer died first because of incense, and silkworm died early because of silk.
One dose of Yang Shen Wei Ping powder and two minutes of Qi Erchen decoction.
I lost my heart before I died, but I left a pair of hands after I died.
Worry makes the morning, and life is poor and busy.
Don't fight hard to win, a hundred years of mud is a theater.
I don't know where my hometown spent the spring in the long night (193 1 year).
Lu Xun
It is a custom for young women to have silk on their temples on long nights in spring.
In my dream, I vaguely shed tears for my mother, and the flag of the king on the city head changed.
Endure watching peers become new ghosts, and look for small poems in anger.
There is no place to write after singing, and the moonlight shines on the clothes like water. Endure a calm moment, take a step back and be broad-minded; This wall stands tall, but it is rigid without desire.