Like, like that smoke, it's illusory.
From a game to a story, a poor story, a story full of tragedy.
I didn't want to walk into this story, but I realized that I had come a long way before I knew it.
Love, deep, is like a cigarette in your hand, burning all the time.
It hurts to watch the cigarette in my hand burn out, so I don't hesitate to light it again, whether to continue or not.
No one understands, only his trembling hands and cold lips wander alone in the dark night.
Cigarette after cigarette. Are they talking about sustenance or missing?
It is said that there is always a silent tacit understanding behind true love, mysterious, pitiful, wry smile and silly.
I love, I want to love well.
I want to continue this love with cigarettes.
I smoke a lot, but when I am really in trouble, can I get your pity?
I want to continue like this.
Aimless.
When I picked up the cigarette again, I found it was so heavy. .
2. Poems describing cigarettes are the most bitter. Don't lean on the hedge, the sun goes down, and the flowers are bright.
(Xin Qiji's "Fishing") The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. (Wang Wei's "Crossing the Kanto") The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang geese go unnoticed and are under siege.
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
(The Fisherman's Pride "Fan Zhongyan") A warm and distant village, the smoke from the kitchen in Yiyi market. (Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden") At the transition of sunset, midnight snack smoke floated from the house.
(Wang Wei's "Don't Work in Wangchuan" Meng Chi and Xu Xiaoyue have thousands of trees, and the smoke is ten miles in spring. Come and return it. I don't know the way.
Huang Furan lived in seclusion (Wang Weishi). Peach is full of rain, willow is full of spring smoke. The children at home have not been driven away, and the oriole singing the song of idleness is still sleeping.
After listening to the music, Han Ming told himself in dismay (one was the work of a sick prostitute and the other was a poem by Si Kongshu) that everything was sad for the orchestral music, and he wept all over his body. The gold is used up to teach singing and dancing and leave it to others to entertain teenagers.
In "Shi Jian Wu", Liu Xin's 10,000 yuan is forbidden to bring spring cigarettes, but it is deeply dyed with moss instead of straight money. And avoid being born as a place of parting, and forbidden to sing in front of the door.
As far as Zhenggu Investment knows, the new Lan Zhi is laid in full diameter, and the old peaches and plums are hung in front of the door. However, I want to remember the grass by the river and let out an inch of spring smoke.
At dusk in Yuan Zhen's boudoir, the red skirt is decorated with brick steps, jade claws and oranges. The light is like light, and the bright pupils are bright and condensed.
You can't tune the strings, but a scholar can write a pen. The night invaded the bridal chamber, and the spring smoke came out through the curtain.
Zhang said that he and Zhang Jian traveled and lived in the south. Smell the bamboo stream at night and see the forest ridge at dawn.
Spring smoke gives birth to ancient stones, and birds play quietly. There is no reward in the mountains, but I am afraid.
In the rain in Yangzhou, Liu Changqing and Zhang Shizhai visit prostitutes (a poem called Zhang Wei). The night is filled with spring smoke, and snuff burns even more. Add Shi Dai to the residual makeup, and dance brilliantly.
Laugh and fan frequently, welcome the song and move the string at the beginning. I don't know if it will rain under the martial arts, but what happened to Haixi?
On the spring night in Jiangning, Qian Qi and Pei sent a banquet to send Xiao's different gardens to help Japan, and they rolled over and sat up by themselves. The owner Xiong Shi returned to the door.
At the beginning of the month, the stars are thin, and the spring smoke is forbidden. All right, look at the stone garrison. Remember it's Nan Xu.
I hope Yangzhou West Spring will see Xu off to work, Wuhu West will see the pale flow, and the solitary spring smoke is in the building. Guabu early tide swallowed Jianye, garlic mountain sunny snow according to Yangzhou.
You can't ask the story of the Sui family. Crane swims in Xianchi. Yao He gave Yu Fu's school book to Ye Hei, the boss of Piling, whose manuscript is more valuable.
The name of the subject is out, and the hometown is excluded. There are many trees in the mountain springs, and the sails are sparse in the evening.
I'm from the Wu family, too. There's no reason to cheat. In front of Li Qunyu's first two poems, he turned to Juanjuan.
The broken mirror asks each other, and the blade is afraid of the coming year. Gently shake off the water, and the spring smoke falls under the pulse.
Don't follow Chunjiang, follow people everywhere. Tang rose musk burning, shark yarn covered with green.
The palace makeup is near dawn, and the brocade section is easterly. In the weak spring smoke, in the gloomy yellow rain.
I don't know what it means. It's as red as two. There is a monk's house in Chen Guangti's Taoyuan Monk Taoyuan.
Flowers are like chaos, and there are fairies in cranes. The porch is open, and the pine trees are wet with spring smoke.
Decided to resign from the dust, according to the teacher's words, live in old age. Jiao Ran and Xing Duan Tai Gong went to the stage to look forward to spring, saying that embroidered clothes are light in spring and there is no love in spring.
Grass color between spring smoke and flowers sound between spring birds. Spring tree chaos, spring mountain named.
The spring breeze is blowing, so don't tilt the spring jar. Lu Wang, Pi Rixiu, bowed his wild vegetables to show his elegant poems, in order to reward his staff for warming the sun with spring smoke. Please make me a surplus basket.
Deeply extract the lip fluid of Zha Niu, and finely knead the fragrance of Xuwen mouse ear. Spring pulse picks purple armor, Shi Gen looks for Cui Ya.
It's not that the master doesn't like it when the rice is cooked soft and fragrant. Chen Biao Qin Wang rolled clothes, Qin king Palace was misty in spring, and the pearl trees were near the sky.
Yu Qi, Su Xiang, He Qi, the curtain is frivolous and the water is fine. With fragrant sleeves, I looked for treasures everywhere.
Looking back at Xianyang, it has been a thousand years. Send people back to Jincheng and Shu, and spring scenery can be traced back to Heyuan. Three Gorges spent several nights with apes.
Mangroves are in full bloom and blue rocks are rippling. And Yu Meng, Momo Shu soul.
Long grievances are like stagnation, and rich people still remember Zhuo Wangsun. The weaver girl in the thatched cottage was pregnant with morning glory, and the beauty of Beidou shed tears and her eyes were broken.
The inscription condenses new hatred and throws gold to weave old worries. Sweet-scented osmanthus trees are misty in spring, and the milky way is long at night.
If you want to tell Xianlang your heart, I will ask Yu Hua sooner or later. Wu Rongdong looks back at Huashan and Lian Bi overlapping in Qingming, and the sunset whips slowly.
The spring smoke cage is not only dim, but also clear as autumn rain. Three thousand horses have been released in the south, and one hundred and twenty cities are marked in the north.
I'm afraid it's empty for the fairy to clap her hands and meet each other year after year. Tang asked Li Shaofu to find out that the fairy family was not surnamed Mei, and people said nothing.
The smoke in the bamboo spring is moving in the courtyard, the white clouds around the shore at the head of the flower dew stream all day long, and the yellow crane next to the pine sometimes comes.
Which year, I was also a Go companion, and once I got drunk in the pine room. Seven Poor Poems by Don Yan Qian and Tao Yuanming: I live in a poor alley, and I have no luxuries.
Hard-working clothes and food are in this two-acre garden. Yu Chaoyang dew, mulberry leaves floating spring smoke.
If you mess up your mind, there will be no other traitors in your wisdom. The choice of victory is not luxury, and prosperity is clear.
When you meet a shepherd, you are a fool. Li Bai, An Lu, Bai Zhao Mountain Peach Blossom Garden sent Liu to sleep in the clouds for 30 years, so I love immortals again.
Although Penghu is invisible, the crane has no worries. When I returned to Taohuayan, I had to sleep in the cloud window.
For ling people * * * language, drinking pool apes are connected. When it rises, it rises slightly, and when it rises, it floats to the top.
Two cen embrace the east valley, and one swallow crosses the west. Trees are easy to hide in the sun, but cliffs are difficult to circle the moon.
The grass turns wild and the flying radish shakes the spring smoke. Enter the distant stone room and choose the secluded field.
Only this forest makes sense, and there is no middle edge of the area. Farewell to frost, a thousand years have passed.
3. What are the poems about cigarettes? 1. Qi's "Spring Night"
I am used to sleeping in the clouds. I am like a bird. I don't know how steep Xiange is, but I feel that the jade rope is low. Li Shimin likes cigarettes, but poetry is ashamed to give a pen title. Spring is not over, dreams are over.
2. Tang Du Fu's "Jia Zhizhong's Scheeren Works and Daming Palace Jia Zhichu"
Five nights, the sound missed the arrow, nine times drunk in spring. The flag warms the dragon and snakes, and the palace wind is slightly higher than that of the birds. Cigarettes are full of sleeves, and poetry becomes pearls and jade. Want to know the beauty of human silk, there are phoenix feathers on the pool today.
3. Song Zhao Shi Xiu's Yizhao Temple in Xinzhou
Four or five lotus branches, lonely in the empty pool. I finally saw a straw man, watched a banquet and sat on a monument, all of which were empty. Cigarettes remember the sun, and poetry remembers the time. I don't know if I should ask Taichung Crane.
4. Constant "Gift to Mr. Pan Shiyi"
In the clear sound of jade bamboo shoots, five clouds wrap the sky. The highest end is the arched Tong Ming Hall, and the upper part is near Kefan Mountain. The festival is about to ride away, and there are no scenic spots in the temple. The sleeves are full of smoke, and poems should be left between the fans.
5. Song Wan initiated Shao Zhi's You Tian Ping Bai Shan Yun Quan.
Step on a few layers of shade in a loose path and wash the guest's heart with a spoonful of cold spring. The wind blows high, and the dangerous stone is deep. The temple is like smoke, and the inscriptions in Tang poetry are dizzy. Bird trails can be more secluded, but I hope I can't climb them without strength.
4. There is an ancient poem about "smoke", which should be attached with appreciation. Du Mu, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, was known as "Xiao Du" in history and was nicknamed "Du Sanyan".
Why is this? Because he used the word "smoke" well in his poems, three of them became famous sentences. Please see: the smoke cage is full of sand in the cold moon and near Qinhuai restaurant at night.
("Bo Qinhuai") Four hundred and eighty halls in the southern dynasties, how many towers are misty and rainy. There is no reason to watch Fan Li. There are five lakes in the east.
(Xuanzhou Kaiyuan Temple Water Pavilion) The word "smoke" is vivid and vividly depicts the unique scenery of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River. -
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky. The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan. In the 25th year of Kaiyuan (737), Cui, the deputy envoy of Hexi Festival, defeated Tubo greatly, and Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty ordered Wang Wei to go to the fortress as the censor to inspect the military situation.
This is actually pushing Wang Wei out of court. This poem was written on the way to the border.
"I want to ask over there by bike", so I won't go by car. Where are you going? "The vassal country has passed Juyan", Juyan is in the northwest of Zhangye County, Gansu Province, far from the northwest frontier. The poet compared Peng to Yan, saying that he came out of Han's fortress, like a blowing in the wind weed, and entered Hu's sky, like a wild goose flying north.
In ancient poetry, flying over the eaves and walking over the wall is often used as a metaphor for a wandering wanderer, but here it is a metaphor for a minister with a court mission, who is secretly writing the poet's inner anger and depression. It echoes the "bicycle" in the first sentence.
The trip to Wan Li took only ten words. Then it describes the typical scenery in the desert: "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen."
The last two sentences are written to arrive at the frontier fortress: "Xiaoguan is protected in Yanran every time he rides a horse." When I arrived at the frontier fortress, I didn't see the general. The scouts told the special envoy that the general was at the front.
The poet focused his pen and ink on what he was best at winning-writing landscapes. The author's mission takes place in spring.
On the way, I saw a few lines of returning geese to the north. The poet made a metaphor on the spot, and compared himself with returning geese, which was both narrative and scenery-writing, which was natural and appropriate. In particular, the link of "lonely smoke in the desert, long river setting the yen" describes the strange and magnificent scenery outside the Great Wall after entering the frontier fortress. The picture is open and the artistic conception is magnificent, which is called "the wonders of the ages" by Wang Guowei.
The frontier desert is boundless, so the word "big" of "desert" is used. The frontier fortress is desolate and wonders. The smoke lit by the beacon tower is particularly eye-catching, so it is called "solitary smoke".
A word "solitary" describes the monotony of the landscape, and a word "straight" behind it also shows its strength and perseverance. There are no mountains and trees in the desert, and the Yellow River flowing through it cannot express the poet's feelings unless a word "long" is used.
Sunset, originally easy to give people a sentimental impression, uses the word "round" here, but it gives people a feeling of warmth and boundless. The word "circle" and "straight" not only accurately describes the desert scene, but also shows the author's deep affection.
The poet skillfully blends his loneliness into the description of the vast natural scenery. The forty-eighth chapter of A Dream of Red Mansions said: "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen." .
How straight do you want to smoke? The sun is naturally round. The word' straight' seems unreasonable, and the word' round' seems too vulgar.
When I closed the book and remembered, I seemed to have seen this scene. You have to look for two more words of these two, but you can't find two words. "
This is "the advantage of poetry, which has unspeakable meaning, but it is vivid when you want to go;" It seems unreasonable, and it is reasonable to want to go. "This passage can be regarded as revealing the superb artistic realm of these two poems.
This poem was written in the spring and summer of the 25th year of Kaiyuan (737). At that time, our envoy Cui defeated Tubo in Hexi, and Wang Wei was sent to the fortress as a supervisor. Bicycle: it means being alone.
Q: Comfort. Dependent country: a dependent country.
Juyan, a country in the Han Dynasty, is in the northwest of Zhangye, Gansu. The purpose of this trip is. Later Han Dynasty: "There are Zhang Ye and Juyan in Liangzhou."
F: Visiting. Peng Qian: Peng Gen is shallow and floats with the wind, so the ancients used Peng Qian and Peng Piao as a metaphor for travelers.
Sign it. Okay. Xiaoguan: a fortress in the west of Han and Tang Dynasties, located in the southeast of Guyuan County, Ningxia.
Scouts on horseback, that is, scouts on horseback. Duhufu: The commander of Duhufu in the border town, here refers to Cui.
Ran Yan: The name of this mountain is Hang Ai Shan. In today's Mongolian People's Republic.
Dou Xian was defeated by Han Dynasty in Xiongnu North Khan, chased to Yanran Mountain, carved stone and made meritorious deeds, which was regarded as the story of defeating the enemy by later generations. Take this.
While appreciating the poet's poems, his friend and mentor Zhang Jiuling was rejected by Li. This is a sign that Xuanzong's politics changed from Qingming to fatuity. Therefore, the poet is not blindly excited, but lonely in the process of comforting the defeated army.
In the first four sentences, the poet wrote a lonely mentality. All the way from "cycling" to "border", one person looked up and saw Hu Yan flying back, which made the poet sad and felt like a broken-rooted floating tent, far away from his hometown.
In the last four sentences, the poet saw the wonders of the desert in Hu Tian, "The desert is lonely, and the long river sets the yen". Such a magnificent scene inspired the poet, making him gradually get rid of his lonely state of mind, giving birth to heroic feelings, and triggering patriotic enthusiasm for defeating the enemy and making contributions. The fifth and sixth sentences of this poem, "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen", are particularly worth mentioning.
In the vast desert, a wisp of solitary smoke on the beacon tower goes straight into the sky; The long river is like a belt, and the setting sun is extremely round. These two poems highlight the roughness and strength of the desert and condense the poet's mentality. Judging from the wording of the poem, the language is not surprised and unpretentious, but it can describe the unspeakable scene in front of us, with endless implication, reaching the realm of muddy success, showing the profound skill of the poet. -Long March, my hair hasn't covered my forehead yet. I'm picking flowers and paying by the door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood. We live together in an alley in Qiantang, both young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh. I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love. Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water. Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss. Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden. Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Sooner or later.
5. Ancient poetry with the word "smoke" makes purple smoke in the sunshine incense burner. -Tang Li Bai's "Looking at Lushan Waterfall"
Light smoke and old trees in western Western jackdaw. -Bai Yuan Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"
Long smoke and sunset, isolated city closed. -Song Fan Zhongyan's "Fisherman's Pride, Qiu Lai Scenery"
The desert is lonely and smoky. -Don "Let It Go to the Fortress"
The flat forest is vast and smoky. -Tang Li Bai's Bodhisattva Man Lin Ping Mo Yan Ruzhi
Water and fog are hidden outside the method. -Tang Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream"
A pale stream shrouded in mist. -Tang Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream"
The blue fields breathe their emeralds to the sun. -Tang Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
Ruyan Liu on the river. -"Bodhisattva Crossing the River, Li Pillow in the Water Curtain"
In the afterglow of grass and smoke. -Song Liu Yong, "Dead Hua Lian, Rely on Dangerous Buildings"
Look at the smoke tree vividly. -Song Sushi's "Nian Nu Jiao, Climb High and Look Far"
Dream into the smoke and water road in the south of the Yangtze River. -Song Yan Dao Ji's "Buried in Hua Lian and Dreaming of Jiangnan Smoke Waterway"
Smoke an old pond in Liu Fan. -Song Yan Dao Ji's "Linjiang Fairy is Shallow in Cold Spring and a Half"
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. -Yan Songshu's "Butterfly Lovers, Kiju, Sorrow, Smoke, Blue Tears and Dew"
I live in a dark room. -Song Luyou's Partridge Days, Living among the Flowers and Smoke.
Green leaves and red flowers set off the smoke. -Song Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
There is no smoke scene in Lingao. -Song Sushi's "Huanxisha"
Willow is full of green smoke. -Song Sushi's "Red Lips and Red Apricot Fragrance"
Light smoke cage, moon embroidered curtain shadow. -Song Su Shi, "Jiang, greasy red face with sandalwood lips"
I live in a dark room. -Song Luyou's Partridge Days, Living among the Flowers and Smoke.
Smoke in yiyi market. -Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden in Wei and Jin Dynasties