Poetry about career failure (please describe the ancient poetry about career failure and think for yourself) 1. Please describe the ancient poems about career failure, and you can think of them yourself.
1, dusty face, smoky fire, gray temples and black fingers. What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth. Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder. -From the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's Charcoal Man
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the face is covered with dust, showing a smoked color, the hair on the temples is gray, and the fingers are burnt very black by charcoal. What is the money from selling charcoal for? Buy clothes to wear and food to eat in your mouth. It's a pity that he only wears thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.
2. In August, the wind roared, and it swept my triple grass. The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest. My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff. -From the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: In late August and autumn, the wind roared and swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. A group of children in Nancun bullied me, so they had the heart to be "thieves" to grab things face to face and run into the bamboo forest with thatch in their arms. I'm thirsty and I can't stop drinking. When I came back, I sighed alone on crutches.
3, the cost of pure wine, for the gold cup, 10,000 copper coins and a hip flask, Pan Yujian is ashamed of 10,000 yuan. I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain. I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today. -Excerpted from "It's hard for me to go" by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation of the vernacular: Jinbei famous wine, per barrel 1000 yuan; The exquisite dishes in the jade plate are worth 10 thousand yuan. I feel depressed in my chest. You can't eat without drinking. Draw your sword and look around, my heart is really at a loss.
Want to cross the Yellow River, ice and snow blocked the river; If you want to climb Taihang Mountain, the vast snow has already closed the mountain. Like Lushang Yuxi, waiting for a comeback; Like Yi Yin's dream, he passed by the Japanese side by boat. How difficult it is to travel in the world, how difficult it is; With so many roads in front of me, should I go from north to south?
4, the hair on the temple is not white, and nothing can be done. * * * I resigned when I was in my prime, and I stayed in Jiangnan. I remember the rocks in my mountain spring, but I am familiar with the wind and rain on earth. The old school will retire first in Hejun and add three schools next year. -From Bai Juyi's "Night Sending Micro-message" in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: My sideburns have become white and slender unconsciously, and it is unbearable to think that I have accomplished nothing so far. Resign when we cherish prosperity together, and sigh when we spend New Year's Eve together in Jiangnan. I often recall the scenery of my hometown, and you know in detail the difficulties and obstacles on the road of life. An old officer is fit to resign. I will be 53 years old in the New Year tomorrow.
5 or 30 years is neither a book nor a sword. Looking for water in wuyue, I hate it all. Swim across Jinghu Lake in a boat and pay tribute to Xie Lingyun. At present, what is the use of worldly fame to enjoy the wine in the cup? -From the Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran's "Yue Luo Yue"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: After thirty years of dwelling in the land, neither of them has made any achievements in martial arts. Go to Wuyue to find landscapes and get tired of the dusty eyes of Luoyang and Kyoto. Swim across Jinghu Lake by boat to pay tribute to Xie Lingyun. We just enjoy the wine in the cup, why care about the fame in the world?
6, there are no academic officials, and they are not correct. My hometown is still Wan Li, and apes cry at night. -From the Sui Dynasty: Sun Wanshou's Going East on the Road.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: I have achieved nothing in school and career, and my heart is naturally indignant when I go home. The journey back to my hometown is still thousands of miles away, and there are apes singing in the mountains in autumn night.
2. What poems describe the failure of love and career?
1, "Quasi-bright Moon How Jiao Jiao" (Wei Ji)
Sleeping in the north hall, the bright moon enters my heart.
According to it, there is afterglow, but it is not full of hands.
Cool wind around the house, cicadas singing high willows.
I've been doing it for a long time.
It's hard not to think about things when you have accomplished nothing in your official career.
2, "East Road, the rate into a chant" (Sui Sun finished life)
You can't learn anything from officials.
My hometown is still Wan Li, and apes cry at night.
People are sad, and guests are used to it.
Although hatred is affectionate, it is a wound.
3. Go through customs (Don Cao Ye)
The yellow calves on the mountain avoid people, and the girls below are full of songs.
I'm the only one who hates this body, and even some people fail to pass customs.
4. Send Zheng Gu to Yichun (Tang)
Return to the old country in vain, and sing when you get on the horse.
The situation is that after the flight, it is very festive.
In summer, the song dynasty is sold in Vietnam, and it is cool to blow the waves.
Don't idle away your time, you must wait for Ke Sheng.
5. Lin Jiangxian (Li Qingzhao)
The courtyard is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually clear, and the Fuling tree returns in spring, making people old and healthy.
There are many things about the moon and the wind, but now I am old and have nothing to do. Who is more pitiful and withered? It's boring to try the lights. I'm not in the mood to walk in the snow.
6. Water Fairy (Yuan Anonymous)
There is water in the castle peak, but it is a foreign land in the peak season.
Lonely city, lonely boat, stone man also heartbroken, tears destroyed Qiu Guang.
Huanghuameng, a Ye Xiang, passed the Double Ninth Festival.
When the sun sets, the water flows east and nothing is done.
Sad people are thinner than yellow flowers, and dare not celebrate the ninth day of September. They are forced to climb the stairs and look at her home thousands of miles away, leaning against the twelfth floor of the autumn wind.
Unreasonably causing leisure worries.
I often remember that when I left the party, I held a farewell party and I broke the green Yang Liuzhi.
If you want to take care of this book, that's fine.
I can't stop complaining about my lovesickness. Write down the words "Yuanyang" and "Huayue", and see who pays the charm.
7. The poem "Youwu Town Temple" 130 rhyme (Tang Bai Juyi)
Yuanhe nine years autumn, the first season of August.
I visited Wuzhen Temple in Wang Shunshan.
Four or five miles up the mountain, smell the water first.
Since then, I have been involved in Lanxi Bay.
Holding a bamboo stick, stepping on Baishitan.
Gradually strange eyes and ears, ignorant of the world.
Looking at the mountain from the foot of the mountain, it is impossible to climb it at first.
Who knows that there is a road, and the plate breaks through the top of the rock.
Take a breath under the pole, and then rest by the stone niche.
The niche is more than a foot long, and the door is not closed.
I can't see anyone with my head down, and my hair hangs like a dragonfly.
Surprised the white bat, flying like snow.
Looking back at the temple gate, Zhu Xuan was sandwiched between cliffs.
For example, break the mountainside and put a temple inside.
There is no flat land, and the land is narrow and empty.
Rooms and halls compete with peaks and valleys.
There is not a pinch of soil in the rock, and the tree is thin and strong.
8. Two drunken songs (Tang Bai Juyi)
The empty king has not got a hundred shots, and his daughter cinnabar is burning.
If you accomplish nothing, you will be old. What can you do if you are not drunk?
Thousands of stems on the temples are like new snow, and one tenth of them want mud.
Drunkenness leads to poetry and magic hair, and laments the afternoons.
9, "In addition to the night to send micro" (Tang Bai Juyi)
The hair on the temple is not white, so I can't do anything.
* * * I resigned when I was in my prime, and I stayed in Jiangnan.
I remember the rocks in my mountain spring, but I am familiar with the wind and rain on earth.
The old school will retire first in Hejun and add three schools next year.
10, Liu Shaofu in Liubie River (Don Li Bai)
Autumn hair has been all kinds, but nothing has been done.
Lu idle poured a pot of wine and smiled at Liu Gongrong.
Call us Shuo, the meteor on the earth.
Never ride in white, why go to heaven.
You are not proud, you admire Hong Ming.
If the world is honest, we can know Meisheng.
Although I am a knife and pen official, I cherish my memory in Chicheng.
I am also like a flowing ping, drifting with the tide.
I have two concubines and I ride a good horse.
Dongshan Spring Wine is green, and he retired to Xie Fuming.
3. Recommend some poems with low life and career.
"He Tianchong"-the golden list of Liu Yong in Song Dynasty, I occasionally lose the top spot.
How to be a temporary legacy of the Ming Dynasty? If we fail, will we fight wildly? There's no need to talk about mourning. A talented scholar and poet naturally wears white clothes.
Yanhua alley is a stranger, as Danqing barrier. Fortunately, there are people in the right place, I can look for them.
And snuggled up to the red jade, had an affair, and life was smooth sailing. Youth is a soldier.
Endure superficial fame and sing shallowly. "Broken Array"-Song Xin Qi Ji was drunk watching the sword and dreamed of blowing horns and camping.
Eight hundred miles of moxibustion, fifty strings of external sound. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. Despite the king's world affairs, he won a name before he died.
Poor hair has become a white-haired man! Going to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year-Tang Menghao-ran, I am not petitioning at the North Palace Gate, but in this shabby house on Zhongnanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Full of sadness, tossing and turning, the pine forest is empty under the moon.
"Jia Sheng"-Tang Li Shangyin's propaganda room visited the courtiers, and Jia Sheng's tone was even more incoherent. Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods.
"Can't move a step"-Tang Li Baijin fought for 1,000 pieces of sake and humiliated 10,000 pieces. I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
The fifteenth ancient style-Tang Zhaokun. Huang Jintai was built.
The play Fang Xin Zhao Zhi. Zou Yan came back together.
How can I help you? Abandon me like dust.
Zhuyu buys songs and laughs. Dregs and talents.
I know Huang. Wandering thousands of miles alone.
4. Poetry expressing career loss
1, sitting alone in Jingting Mountain in the Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's flying birds are high, and the lonely clouds are alone.
You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes. Birds in the mountains flew away one by one, and the last white cloud in the sky floated away leisurely.
Jingtingshan and I looked at each other, and no one could get enough of it. It seems that only Jingting Mountain understands me. 2, He Jinbang Song Jinbang, occasionally lost the leading position.
The temporary legacy of the Ming dynasty. If you fail, you must struggle.
Why talk about mourning? A talented scholar and poet naturally wears white clothes. Yanhua alley is a stranger, as Danqing barrier.
Fortunately, there are people in the right place, I can look for them. And snuggle up to the red and lean on the green, have an affair, and life is smooth sailing.
Youth is a soldier. Endure the superficial name and sing shallowly! At the to be no.1, I just accidentally lost the chance to win the first prize.
Even in the era of political clarity, kings will miss their talents for a while. What should I do in the future? Since we didn't get a good chance, why don't we enjoy ourselves! Why worry about fame and fortune? To be a romantic genius and write lyrics for Geji, even if she is dressed in white, she is no less than a minister or general. On the street where Ge Ji lives, there is an embroidery room with a painting screen of Dan Qing hanging.
Fortunately, my soul mate lives there, which is worth my careful search. It is the greatest happiness in my life to snuggle up with them and enjoy this romantic life.
Youth is only a moment, I would rather change my fame into a shallow glass of wine in my hand and a song in my ear. 3. Jin Cuodao's trip to the Song Dynasty: Lu You wore yellow and Jin Cuodao white jade, and the window sash shone at night.
Husband did not achieve fifty merits, and took care of the eight famine independently with a knife. Jinghua makes friends with all strangers and falls in love with life and death.
Thousands of years of history, shame and anonymity, all of my heart reported to the son of heaven. A treasure knife inlaid with gold and jade, its light goes straight into the sky through the window at night
This gentleman is fifty years old and has not made meritorious service in the battlefield. Portable combat knives are unique and stand out from the rest of the world. I made friends with heroes and upright people in Beijing. They are congenial to each other and agree to fight for our country and share life and death.
It's a pity that you can't leave your name in the history books that have been circulated for thousands of years, but a Shan Xin always wants to destroy Land Rover and serve the son of heaven. 4. There are tall buildings in the northwest of China: there are tall buildings in the northwest of Anonymous, which are flush with the floating clouds.
Cross sparse junction window, aging third order. There is a string song on the floor, with a sad voice! Who can compose this song? No one is Qi Liang's wife.
Merchants in the Qing Dynasty drifted with the wind in the Middle Song Dynasty. Sighing again and again, generosity is more than sadness.
I don't care whether the singer is bitter or not, but I hurt my bosom friend. I would like to fly high for two swans.
A tall building stands in front of us in the northwest, majestic and towering into the sky. High-rise buildings are carved with wooden strips, staggered into beautiful panes, surrounded by tall eaves and triple steps.
There is a string song floating upstairs. How pathetic! Who can play this song? It was this woman who died for it that "resisted crying for a long time" in grief, which made the capital of Qi fall. The voice of business is clear and sad, how sad it is to float in the wind! Xu Chi's swing was gradually relaxed when this sad string was played in the "middle key". Accompanied by rhymes and sighs, the beauty who caressed the piano and shed tears was silent with generosity and sorrow.
I don't regret the pain in the sound of the piano, but what is more sad is the deep call for my bosom friend. May we become heart-to-heart swans, fly high together and swim in the infinite blue sky and white clouds! 5. Commander Song: Fang Yue's unhappy things are often close to each other, but they are no different from the orators.
Knowing Jingmen Zicaifu, I dream of galloping south of the city. People often encounter unpleasant things, but most of them can only be hidden in their hearts, and only a few can be shared with others.
I know my talent, but I have no place to play it. Only in dreams can I feel the pride of galloping on the battlefield.