You can't get it again in your prime. Bo Wang
When you meet a pleasure, you should be happy, and you should invite your neighbors to drink.
Once the youth is gone, it will never come again, and you will never see the arrival of the next day.
Timely encouragement, time waits for no one. Tao Yuanming's memories are fleeting, but the teenagers here don't know who said it.
Recalling the aesthetic poems in middle school, the operators laughed at themselves.
I'm from Shandong, and I failed in the college entrance examination.
I have read several books, but I am not a fool;
Speak boldly about the world, speak casually about right and wrong,
When I get paid, I complain about my past life.
At that moment, I raised my horse not to beg for happiness, but to wait for your arrival.
On that day, the Mani Pile was built not for Xiu De, but to throw stones at the Heart Lake.
That January, I shook all the prayer tubes not to cross over, but to touch your fingertips.
That year, I kowtowed on the mountain road, not to see, but to keep your warmth.
This life is not reincarnation, but meeting you on the road.
On that day, I closed my eyes and suddenly heard the true words in your Ode to Scripture in the fragrant fog of the temple.
That January, I shook all the prayer wheels not to cross over, but to touch your fingertips.
That year, I kowtowed to climb the mountain, not to see you, but to stick to your warmth.
I've climbed over mountains and water pagodas all my life, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
That night, I listened to Brahma sing all night, not for enlightenment, but for you.
That January, I turned all the prayer tubes not to cross over, but to touch your fingerprints.
That year, I kowtowed and held dust, not to worship Buddha, but to keep your warmth.
At that time, I crossed hundreds of mountains, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
At that moment, I soared to immortality, not for immortality, but for your peace and happiness.
Most of the ci poems written by literati in Song Dynasty are gorgeous and beautiful.
There is no lack of majestic beauty in Tang poetry.
The fu language in Han Dynasty is very beautiful.
Among the ancient poems of aesthetic poetry seeking sorrow, there are poems by poets such as Liu Yong and Jiang Kui, as well as modern rainy alleys.
Yu Linling and Liu Yong (Song)
Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Yangzhou manjiangkui
Xichun Shen Bing went to Japan, and I passed Weiyang. At the beginning of the night snow, the wheat is looking forward to it. When you enter the city, you will look around for depression, the cold water will turn green, and the dusk will gradually rise, and you will be sad. Huai Yu is very sad, feeling the past and the present, because he likes this song very much. Yan Qian, an old man, thinks there is sadness in "millet separation".
Huaizuomingdu, Zhuxi is a good place with few saddles on the initial journey. Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green. Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees by the pool and still hated talking about soldiers. Twilight, clear corners and cold winds are all empty cities.
Du's reward is now surprisingly heavy. Vertically speaking, although the dream of a brothel is good, it is difficult to be affectionate. The 24th Bridge is still there, and Leng Yue is silent. Who knows who to live for?
Alleys in the rain
Author: Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color
Lilac fragrance
Lilac sadness
Mourn in the rain
Sad and confused
She lingers in this lonely rain lane
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me
Like me.
Walk quietly
Cold desert, melancholy, and melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
well
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
Dingxiangyuan
I missed this girl.
She walked away silently, walked away.
A ramshackle hedge.
Walk through this rainy path
In the sad song of rain
Remove her color.
Scattered her fragrance.
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lavender melancholy
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Dawn's Aesthetic Poems and Ancient Poems
Sunrise Tour with Golden Mountain View
Tie up the boat and float to Yushan. It is a wonder in the morning.
The river is wide when the sun breaks water.
Far waves wrinkle red scales, and green waves open gold plates.
Brilliant shooting tower, a single cloud ends.
The poet was embarrassed by his pen, but he sang about the autumn moon.
When Luofu came, the sea was rough and the night didn't stop.
Early Wang Changling
At the beginning of the day, the golden boudoir is clean and the bed is warm first.
Oblique light enters the screen, slightly pro-filament tube.
Clouds can't be combed, and flowers are fuller.
Li Yuzhong, Feng Lou, Chu Rizhao
Chaoyang Smoke Hall, Chaoyang Candle Imperial Residence.
Broken chardonnay was born in jun, and the pavilion is beautiful.
The color of the line is even the threshold of Zhu, and the brightness is sparse.
In the winding morning scene, the morning in Guang Xiao was put out.
The fairy mountain is near, and Xuanfeng is at home.
As the Empress Dowager said, I traveled in a five-cloud car.
Chai Su, Huaqing Palace, Chu Rizhao
At the beginning of Lingshan, you can see the palace from a distance.
The shadows are uneven and the light is dimly discernible.
In the evening, the fresh harvest is soaring, and the air is full of clear skies.
Lin Run Hot Springs have settled in, and the building is deep and the road is accessible.
The name of the poem is swaying, and the beads compose the bright moon suddenly.
When the harvest is lucky, she looks forward to it.
That poem expressing nostalgia was famous in Lacrimosa at that time, and bamboo is still found today. -"Feier Temple" is a high-profile article.
Think back as soon as possible, and it hurts to think of it. -"Miscellaneous Poems III" Tao Yuanming
Sitting there alone thinking about the past, I was sad and full of tears. -Chen Mi's "Wonderful Temple of Silence"
Now it's like an arrow, not like getting on the boat when it comes. -Xin Qiji's "Tour Wuyi, Ten Acura Songs"
At that time, * * * I enjoyed flowers, and now I don't have half of tally. -Yulan Yanshu
Like the general's trilogy at that time, wandering in the desert. -"Desolate Criminals" Jiang Kui
I remember working together in the past, but now the water is far away and the mountains are long. No, Lacrimosa. In the old love and new dream, I think about it at leisure. -Jiang Lin Xian Xin Qiji
Adjust the treasure, dial the gold. At that time, they sang partridges together. -"Partridge Day" Zhou Zizhi
Remembering the past is like knitting. I miss my old country and feel empty. -"Man Jiang Hong" Sadulla
Today is not as good as before, and it won't be today. Seeking Spring in Dongcheng-Bai Juyi
At that time, there were 400,000 soldiers and horses, and Zhang Gong lamented that they were exhausted. -Du Fu's Song of a title of generals in ancient times
I remember the first song that Jin Luan sang together. The country with spring breeze is prosperous, and now it is a thin and old world. -"Linjiang Xianzi" Ouyang Xiu
In those days, I said I wanted to be happy and didn't want to rest until dawn. -"Four Miscellaneous Songs, Young People's Travel" makes Hu Chu.
At that time, Emperor Wudi published books and newspapers. -"Fairy" Li He
At that time, every time I got drunk, it was difficult to walk unconsciously. -"On the Girder Road" Wang Changling
The bridal chamber remembers that when we first met, we were only together for a long time. -"Day and Night Music" Liu Yong
Over the past 40 years, my motherland has been covered with mountains and rivers for three thousand miles. How many times did you know each other because of a fight? -Li Yu, a broken fighter
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it. -"Jinse" Li Shangyin
In those days, I said I wanted to be happy and didn't want to rest until dawn. -"Four Miscellaneous Songs, Young People's Travel" makes Hu Chu.
Today is not as good as before, and it won't be today. Seeking Spring in Dongcheng-Bai Juyi
Beautiful poem about rain: green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back. -Zhang's "Fishing Song"
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains
Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. -Lu You's The Storm of November 4th.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. -Su Shi's Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake.
The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is drifting, and life experiences the rain ―― Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Lingdingyang.
After the rain, an empty mountain stands in the autumn night —— (Wang Wei: living in autumn)
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet —— (Wang Wei: In the Mountains)
Wu, a man from Lianjiang on a cold rainy night, and the lonely Chushan —— Wang Changling: Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Break Up.
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
4. There is no rain on the mountain road and the clothes are wet, (Wang Wei: "On the Mountain")
5. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. (Zhang: "Yu Gezi")
6. Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. (Lu You: The Storm of November 4th)
7. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. (Du Mu: "Qingming")
8. Wu, a cold rainy night person, is seeing Chu Mountain off. (Wang Changling: Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn)
9. The Acropolis is soaked in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")
10. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. (Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake after Chu Qing")
Jiang Yu is decadent.
The hazy mountains presented a rare sight in the rain and fog.
The gale before the storm.
After the rain, the blue clouds dispersed.
When will I hear your voice again, all night in the rain?
Lying in the middle of the night, I listened to the wind and rain
The heavy rain fell on you Yan.
White rain and beads jumped into the boat.
A rainy season
But now I remember that night, that storm.
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains two or three times in front of the mountain.
It's freezing and rainy, and it's night in Wu, and Chushan is quiet.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny.
Spend a life covered with straw in fog and rain.
Rain or shine, I will realize my wish.
Cold and sad. For the pavilion, it was late and the shower began to rest.
The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time.
Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning against the railing to rest the drizzle.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
Green bamboo hat, green clothes, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
The lamp on the bead curtain shook my lonely heart and went home. There were two red mansions facing the cold and hiding in the rain.
The small building listens to the spring rain, and the Ming Dynasty sells apricot flowers.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Weicheng rainy city is clear of dust, and the guest house is green and willow.
Yesterday, I left, and the willows were reluctant; It rained when I thought of it today.
Hi Gu Feng, it's cloudy and rainy.
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.
The rain in the sky is crisp and crisp, but the grass color is far and near.
The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.
In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Yu Meiren? Listen to the rain.
Jie Jiang
Teenagers listen to the rain in the song building,
The red candle is weak.
In the prime of life, listening to the rain on the boat,
Jiang Kuoyun's Wild Goose is called West Wind.
Now listen to the rain monk,
The temple is full of stars.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless,
Drop by drop, the next step is not started until dawn.
Just don't forget that this time, the dusk and spring rain crossed the Maple Bridge.
Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low.
After the rain, the grass is in the sunset, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant.
There were 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties. How many towers were there in the misty rain?
It was windy and rainy last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and red.
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Sycamore tree, night rain. If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
The clothes are stained with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is cold. .
Thunder bursts in winter and rain and snow fall in summer.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.
Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle.
In Huangmei season, frogs are everywhere in the pond with rain and grass.
Tears fell from her sad white face, and pear blossoms brought spring rain.
Rain hates clouds, and Jiangnan is still called a beauty. -Wang Yucheng's Little Crimson Lips
Pink butterflies are dancing on the threshold, and curtains are rolled up later in the day to drain the rain. -Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le"
A bell ringing in the rain
Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange. Who are you talking to?
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Recommend ancient aesthetic poems;
1. Nalan Xingde, the archaize person wrote the word of magnolia.
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind. Easy to change, but easy to change!
Lishan language stops midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain. In case you are lucky, lucky and willing to have an extra wing!
2. Five poems by Yuan Zhen and Li Si
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Taking the flowers and turning back lazily is partly due to self-cultivation and partly due to self-cultivation.
3, "Jinse" Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Extension:
Aestheticism is the pursuit of absolute beauty, but there is no real aestheticism in this world. Aestheticism advocates "art for art's sake", emphasizes transcending the pure beauty of life and pursuing the perfection of form and artistic skills. through
People often think that aestheticism is in the same strain as the symbolism or decadence movement in France at that time, and it is a branch of the international literary movement in Britain. The so-called "aestheticism" is based on the formal beauty of art.
The artistic proposition of absolute beauty. The "beauty" mentioned here refers to the beauty of skills divorced from reality.