Second, look back at the bleak land, rain or shine.
Third, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan.
Fourth, it's hard to get up in the morning if you don't come back in your prime.
Fifth, there is no material desire in the heart, that is, the autumn sky and the sea; Sitting with a piano book, you will become a stone house Dan Qiu.
Six, several peaks are bitter, and it rains in Shang Lue. 1. Under the hedge of chrysanthemum picking, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
Seven, strange articles * * * to see, to doubt, to analyze.
Eight, building houses under the conditions of human habitation, without chariots and horses.
Nine, the mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning.
Ten, Xu Lai breeze, water ripples.
Eleven, go to Ma Rufei to enjoy flowers, go to Ma Rufei, the wine is light, wake up at dusk, wake up at dusk.
Twelve, facing the sea, bloom is warm in spring.
Thirteen, a cold leaf, accompanied by autumn wind, fell into the pool, rippling slightly and calm.
Fourteen, the body is like a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror. Wipe frequently to avoid dust. Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage. There was nothing, so there was no dust.
Fifteen, the distribution is cool in summer, lying in the shade.
Sixteen, wood is thriving, and spring is warm in bloom.
Seventeen, emitting the coolness of summer, lying in the shade doing nothing.
Eighteen, the number of peaks is bitter, and it rains in Shang Lue.
Nineteen, the mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning.
Twenty, nothing is difficult in the world, nothing is impossible to a willing mind.
Twenty-one, grow in a cage and return to nature.
Twenty-two, look back at the bleak place, no rain or shine.
Twenty-three, tigers whistling and dragons chanting Ling Yunzhi, it is normal to fall out of the water.
Twenty-four, building a house is under human conditions, there are no horses and chariots.
Twenty-five, the heart has no material desires, that is, the autumn sky and the sea; Sitting with a piano book, you will become a stone house Dan Qiu.
A poem expressing inner peace
Don't rejoice in things, don't grieve for yourself.
Alone at the bottom of the river, I vaguely thought that the moonlight was like water.
1, the mind has no material desires, that is, the autumn sky is the sea; Sitting with a piano book, you will become a stone house Dan Qiu.
2, the number of bitter peaks, yellow rain in Shang Lue.
3. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
4, the coolness of summer, lying in the shade.
5. Bodhi has no trees, but it is not Taiwan in the mirror. Nothing. What caused the dust?
6, building a house in terms of human feelings, there are no horses and chariots.
7. Looking back at the bleak land, rain or shine.
8, tigers whistling and dragons singing, Ling Yunzhi, falling out of the water.
9, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan.
An autumn night in the mountains
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
(2) Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
(3) Returning to the pastoral homeland Third, planting beans in Nanshan-Tao Yuanming.
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
(4) Tao Yuanming's fifth "Drinking"
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.
What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.
Poetry describing mood
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Another temple is not born, but it looks like the hair in the city.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
Look at Linchuan, you can't swim in the water.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard.
The grass by the river has withered stems and leaves. That would be great. There is no cold wave every night.
Open the door on the river, open the door on the grass. I only worry about my children, but I don't feel old.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Year after year, she sewed gold thread for other girls in the bridal gown.
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
Where were those lost times before me? Behind me, where are the future generations? I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, tears fell down.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
People standing high on the stone bridge seem to be on earth, staring at the sky, but seeing a star like a moon.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
When people come to trouble, they don't meet, and they are always sad when they are not in love.
There's nothing to be disappointed about, Mo Wen Hengtang old tour.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with buildings, so they are worried about adding new words.
Ten people have nine dirty eyes, but none of them is a scholar.
Tao Tao loved it.
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what you are crying about, and I remember my life in a heartbreaking voice.
Looking around, lonely and sad.
Facing the political situation, I trembled all over, like walking on thin ice in the face of a deep abyss.
There are few bosom friends, and no one listens to the broken string.
Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless.
The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones. Prosperity and decline are very different, melancholy and indescribable.
Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Poems about depression _ Poems about sadness
First, pass through a mist that unites five rivers. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place.
Second, what is it like to twist the autumn heart into ashes? What's it like to lie down and watch the piano score, but for whom?
Third, I'm not famous, I'm not married, and I may not be as good as others.
Fourth, love each other beyond words, only a thousand tears.
Five, tonight, I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si.
6. I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset.
Seven, a few bosom friends, who has broken the string.
Eight, at night, the dream suddenly came home, Xiao Xuan window, is grooming.
Nine, bloom flowers, flowing water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
X. the cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river.
Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless.
At twelve o'clock, on both sides of the ape's cry, the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man.
Thirteen, but how unlucky the poet is, he will become a king.
Fourteen, the north wind blows geese and snow one after another. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Fifteen, the scissors are still chaotic, which is separation. Don't have a taste in my heart.
Sixteen, the residual lamp has no flame shadow. I heard that you have fallen into Jiujiang this evening.
Seventeen, you people from my old country, tell me what happened there! It's Mei, when you walk through my silk window, three poems by Han Mei and Hua Wei-Wei.
Eighteen, where is the hometown, unless you are drunk, you will forget it-Song Liqing's "Bodhisattva Crossing the River".
Nineteen, heartbroken every year, moonlit, short Matsuoka.
Twenty, looking back at the bleak place, there is no rain or shine.
Twenty-one, wine becomes sorrow, tears become acacia.
Twenty-two, solitary graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.
Twenty-three, Dinghu should be said to be abandoning the world, breaking the enemy and collecting Yutong under Beijing, crying that all six armies are lost, and anger will be beautiful!