1. Negative poems about life
Negative poems about life 1. What are the poems that express "negative"
1. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but Near dusk. ——From "Le Youyuan/Deng Le Youyuan" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Translation: This sunset is indeed very beautiful, but unfortunately it is approaching dusk.
2. The flowers in the forest faded away in a hurry. Helplessly, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. Rouge tears, stay drunk together, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows and hates water. ——From "Happy Meeting·The Forest Flowers Withered in Spring" by Li Yu of the Five Dynasties
Translation: The colorful flowers have withered in the blink of an eye, and the spring is too hasty. There is nothing we can do. How can the flowers withstand the desolation of the cold wind and rain day and night?
The rainy forest flowers are as delicate as the beauty’s rouge tears. Hua'er and Lianhuaren miss each other. When can they meet again? There are always too many resentful things in life, just like the river passing eastward, endless and never-ending.
3. Don’t lean on the fence when you are alone. The country is unlimited. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone in spring, and the world is in heaven and earth. ——From "Lang Tao Sha Ling·The Gurgling Rain Outside the Curtain" written by Li Yu of the Five Dynasties
Translation: One should not climb a building alone and lean on the railing to look far away, which will arouse endless longing and emotion for the motherland. It's easy to leave but hard to see your homeland again. In the past, the withered red flowers returned with the spring like the drained river. Comparing the past and present, one is in heaven and the other is on earth.
4. It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. ——From "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Translation: It's hard to meet, and even harder to say goodbye, not to mention this late spring season when the east wind is weak and the flowers are withered.
5. The sound of Wuye leaves and the sound of autumn, the sound of bananas and the sound of sadness, the third watch returns to the dream after the third watch. The lanterns have fallen, but the chess has not been finished. I sigh that Xinfeng has gone against the tide and stayed in floods. The two elders in Jiangnan are all worried about what has happened to them for ten years. ——From "Water Fairy Night Rain" written by Xu Zaisi of the Yuan Dynasty
Translation: The night rain falls bit by bit on the leaves of the sycamore tree, and the sound of autumn is unstoppable. It hits the banana trees, making people constantly sad. In the middle of the night, I returned to my hometown in my dream.
When I woke up, I saw the lights were falling, and the game of chess had not yet been cleared up. It was a pity that I was left alone in the hotel in Xinfeng. Leaning on the pillow, ten years of experience and my parents far away in Jiangnan came to mind.
6. The courtyard is a little deeper, the willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are countless. The jade carving saddle is at the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road. The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing wildly at the end of March, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. Tears asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. ——"Butterfly Loves Flowers" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
Translation: The courtyard is deep, I don't know how deep it is? Willows are falling, pieces of smoke are flying, and there are countless layers of curtains. Luxurious carriages and horses are parked where the aristocratic princes have fun. Even if you climb the tall building, you can't see the road leading to Zhangtai.
In the stormy late spring of March, no matter how heavy the gates are to cover up the dusk scenery, they cannot retain the spirit of spring. With tears in her eyes, Luo Hua asked Luo Hua if she knew my thoughts. Luo Hua remained silent and flew out of the swing bit by bit in confusion.
2. What are some optimistic and positive poems, and what are some pessimistic and negative poems
Optimistic and positive; I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all my money is gone
< p> Sing loudly when you gain, rest when you lose, worry and hate for a long timeThere is wine today, drunk now, worry tomorrow, worry tomorrow
Mountains and rivers are full of doubts and no way, there are dark willows and bright flowers in another village - Lu You
Be poor and strong, and have the ambition not to fall into the clouds - Wang Bo
Don't worry about having no friends in the future, no one in the world will know you - Gao Shi
Thousands of sails are passing by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees are springing in front of the diseased trees - Liu Yuxi
Where there is sincerity, gold and stone are opened - Ling Mengchu
A single spark can start a prairie fire - " Book of Books"
If you cherish it with passion and diligence, it will turn into blue waves when you spill it.
Pessimistic and negative; Du Fu's "Manxing" "Putting poplars on the grit path is a white felt, and stacking green coins with lotus leaves on the stream." The word "grit" in the first sentence is originally a noun, that is, rice. The former expresses the poet's open-minded, optimistic and positive mood; the latter reflects his negative and pessimistic attitude towards life.