Poems about writing 1. Poems about writing
Su Shi saw a sentence in Wang Anshi's poem that the bright moon was calling in the sky, and the yellow dog was lying in a flower heart, just like being () () () ()-() () () () () (). The yellow dog can't lie prone on the flower heart and sleep! So he began to change two words, making the poem a bright moon (photo) and a yellow dog lying in the sky (shade). Su Shi was proud of his escort and appropriateness. A few years later, Su Shi was banished to Huangzhou. One evening, Su Shi was enjoying the cool air in the courtyard, and an insect was flying overhead. His men told him that this was a specialty of Huangzhou, named Mingyue, and Su Shi heard about it. The servant said, "My Lord, this is also an insect unique to us here." Su Shi sighed, "I'm just (uninteresting) (learned) (shallow), but I still pretend to be a hero. It's really (ashamed) (ashamed) (when) Hu changed the poem of Prime Minister Wang.
2. Poems about raising a pen
Su Shi saw that there was a bright moon in Wang Anshi's poem, and the yellow dog was lying in the flower heart, just like being () () () () ()-() () () () [Fill in the xiehouyu]. How can the bright moon be called? The yellow dog can't lie prone on the flower heart and sleep! So he began to change two words, making the poem a bright moon (photo) and a yellow dog lying in the sky (shade). Su Shi was proud of his escort and appropriateness. A few years later, Su Shi was banished to Huangzhou. One evening, Su Shi was enjoying the cool air in the courtyard, and an insect was flying overhead. His men told him that this was a specialty of Huangzhou, named Mingyue, and Su Shi heard about it. The servant said, "My Lord, this is also an insect unique to us here." Su Shi sighed, "I'm just (uninteresting) (learned) (shallow), but I still pretend to be a hero. It's really (ashamed) (ashamed) (when) Hu changed the poem of Prime Minister Wang.
3. I've been writing for you all my life to draw your similar antique sentences.
The vast land is broken with one sword, and where is the prosperity? Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even though others laugh at me.
Let him be clear in everything, and laugh for you.
Send a song to Jun, regardless of the reunion at the end of the song.
who scattered the smoke, scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
listen to the string and break the three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, oblivion, once the wind ripples. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
there are trees on the mountain, but there are branches on the tree. I'm glad to see you, but I don't know.
whoever forgets each other forgets first, and dumping the country is the old country. I refused to play, and the shadows were amazing.
In the past, there were high-rise buildings that sang songs at night, and there were dancing sleeves on them.
I'll be alone with you when all the flowers and buds are gone.
once a young woman dies in spring, it's hard to know whether the flowers fall or the people die.
The still water is deep, and Cang Sheng sings; Three lives are sunny and round, and once you are sad and happy.
lights and stars, voices and songs are endless.
as beautiful as a flower, it's like a fleeting time. You can go back to the past, but you can't go back to the beginning.
the moon is covered with dark clouds, and there are no people left. I can't tell you how lonely I am.
It's the wind, the rain and the night when I leave you this time. You smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
it's hard not to get old. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
it seems that this star was not last night, for whom the wind and dew stood in the middle of the night.
ten years of life and death are two boundless days. I don't think about it, but I'll never forget it. I'm lonely in my grave, and there's nowhere to talk about it.
butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.
finally, the whole world was covered by the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
the mountains and rivers hand in hand and smile for you
a few sighs of sorrow and joy for generations
it's ridiculous that my life is up to me.
after a fleeting time
dreaming back to the meandering water
watching the fireworks blossom into a full moon.
The fog cleared and I woke up. I finally saw the truth. It was Qian Fan's silence.
at the two ends of life, we stand on the shore of each other.
We are bound together like water, and we are burdened with the world, just for one sentence, waiting for the next meeting.
Look at the sun and moon that day; it's silent. Green mountains and rivers, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you have never left and never changed.
that's it, mountains and rivers will never meet again.
if you don't look back, why not forget.
since there is no chance, there is no need to take an oath.
all kinds of things today are like water without trace.
you are a stranger tomorrow.
If your heart is moving, you can't help feeling far away. Things are neither human nor human. Everything is not right. You can't catch up with the past.
Maybe it's the marriage in a previous life
Maybe it's the fate in the next life
Wrong meeting in this life
Only adding a fruitless feud.
always born in a casual year. Looking back on the other side. Even if it is found that the situation is long.
4. Poem about pen and ink
Huanxisha
Date: Song Author: Xin Qiji
Even a clever hand has no axe to scratch a scar. A good place to be full of ginseng is a success. Just as spring enters Huanhua Village. The pen and ink are bright tonight, and the orchestral is silent from now on. The host is seated at two eyebrows.
Time: Song Author: Huang Ji
It's a pity that this day is full of worries. Jianghuai has traveled all over the world, and who will come after knowing each other. Every time I sigh at the wine, I smile at the lace, so I can guess. Encounter suddenly meet, there is a guest in the dust.
There are too many talents to shed the Confucian crown and focus on martial arts. Pen and ink argue, hook and halberd are easy to reach Yuntai. Why did Yu Zi change hands? He put his whole life in his heart and dared to wander. The career is a golden stone, and the world is full of joy and sorrow.
Time: Song Author: Zhang Lun
News Branch Plum Yellow. The two palaces brew lake light with kindness. Chang Geng is a brilliant writer, and he is a good companion. The golden duck is warm and the jade cup is fragrant. Change the goose pen and ink and get drunk. Just name it Gongzhu, and you will be in harmony with the Jade Emperor.
Time: Tang Author: Yao He
Poor birds are noisy, but the situation is quiet and strange. I can't sleep at night, and I smell the dew in the empty court.
there's a glass of wine beside it, and it's as happy as a guest. The moonlight has been shining for a long time, making it white with ink.
life is full of ambition, but it is difficult to be like this. Help yourself to your limbs, though it's hard work.
an old friend lives in the mountains, so it is a good policy to live well. It is more leisurely and quiet than a monk if he doesn't taste the grain.
I'm at peace for the time being, and I call myself out of sorrow. You are long and carefree, and the sun and the moon compete for old age.
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before Gao Zhen took over Yu Chen, the girl came to pay her respects to Liu Yan.
The golden pheasant wants to be in perfect shape, and everything is in full swing in autumn.
Su Li's pen and ink are wonderful and natural.
the book of all souls' surrender has been handed down, but it is not the person who fears flying.
When Fu Li's dragon hides nine deep caves, Hou Zhou told me to deal with it, and Wei Xiao's hand kept me awake.
5. The poem related to pen and ink
is the title of Chen Zifu's painting fan play
Author: Wen Zhiming
Changsongyin Plateau, empty pavilion to write clearly.
the setting sun is heavy, and I suddenly fall into the conversation.
my life is full of worries and worries, and I suffer from the dust atmosphere.
I used to smear Liao Er from the pen and ink.
I also know that if you don't cure hunger, it's unusual to be withdrawn.
like a fish blowing foam, you don't know why.
the world doesn't forgive me, but it's a joke to draw history.
although there are different needs, there are a few cases in which there is no profit.
socks are really disgusting, so it's a shame to study and suck them well.
after ten days of writing, you will never get enough paper.
friends are strange and slow, and they are often angered.
I don't know what a scholar is, but I can't imitate it.
draw a stone in five days and a water in ten days.
Although there is no Wang Zaineng, this example can be relied on.
who Chen Jun is, he is also self-contemptuous.
a fan is five years old, and this burden is really slow.
we are afraid of getting angry, and you are pleased with it.
thank you with a smile, and you are more virtuous than the second and third sons.
A farewell picture of Songjiang painted by Professor Wu's Huang Dachi
Author: Liu Song
He Shan is a vast city with vast clouds and waters.
the sky is low and the river is about to set, but the other meaning is in the boundless sky.
who is the author of this picture? Huang Da-chi, an old man in eastern Zhejiang.
Mr. Songjiang's old bosom friend, whose eyes are clearly written about Qiu Jiangzi.
the bank of the heavy slope is far to the southeast, and the wood powder is jagged.
Cangpu is far away from Chu Zeshen, and the Stone Forest turns with Wudi.
it's time for Mr. Shi to return from now on and blow his fishing desire to the clouds.
after a long wind and rain, the reeds are clean, and the water color is light and stained with people's clothes.
Now I'm a guest in Yunzhou, and I'm disappointed that Songjiang is separated by clouds.
I am still fascinated by the wild geese, and I have gone through the cliff stone.
I think big and stupid, but my pen and ink are often strange.
riding a cow in a straw coat is like snow, and playing the flute reminds me of Tiantai Peak.
once in a lifetime, it's a big deal, and the princes laugh at the dust.
the exhibition is opposite to Fengshan, but I want to be emotional forever.
you don't know about fame and fortune, but there are more and more parting days in Chang 'an.
In front of the Baling Pavilion, the spring grass is green, and the spring breeze waves under the Baling Pavilion.
Chen's colorful landscape
Author: Gong Kui
Sleeping alone, dreaming of thousands of mountains.
the window is full of smoke, and a smile is close at hand.
beautiful makeup, resplendent and magnificent.
the waves are as clean as a mirror, and the green apples point to the creek bay.
it's a beautiful pen and ink, and it's a leisurely appearance.
a solitary bird stands on a round sand, and a fishing boat comes from afar.
we are tired of the market, so we sit opposite and forget about the meal.
under the forest, the door is deep and long.
Answer to Wu Bogu
Author: Zheng Yi
Bogu read my poem and turned around and recited endlessly.
tomorrow, I will follow you, and I will write the same poem.
it's quite scary at first reading, such as recording ten thousand ghost prisoners.
pen and ink are strong, and the paper flows brightly.
when I think about it, there is no carving in the sky.
if you fall down, you can't take it back.
the rest of the words are clumsy, flawed and full of sores and warts.
She's like an ugly old woman. I'm ashamed to see this mirror.
a good word is often repeated, but it's not what it's supposed to be.
help the rotten trees to make them Lingkun Hill.
I want to sing his palace again, so that I can trust my business.
the fighting is like thunder and wind, and it gets worse with the suburbs.
sub-trend is easy, so I'd rather not.
it's a reward to respond to the enemy's anger.
For example, Chu Han-weng painted the land to fight for the gap.
I'm not right. I'm not good enough to be a spear.
I've seen you when you're lucky, and you can sing high to dispel all your worries.
6. I write essay poems for youth
I always hope to find a little light to illuminate the youth that is not necessarily dazzling.
-Inscription 1. Love can't find any familiar smell in the complicated street. So, I think this world is really terrible.
I have been struggling, hesitating and trying to find my way out in the emotional world. The imprint of youth is deep, but the memory of feelings is always shallow.
Maybe it has been hiding in a certain period of time inadvertently. After seeing the separation and combination in the world, some people will think that it is a kind of helplessness in life.
in fact, many times, feelings are just a pale existence. Just like everyone who is still immersed in the harm caused by love, they clearly know that they are powerless to change anything before the end, but they are still trying to change it again and again.
(article reading network:) I always think that feelings are very tiring. Parting or parting, or hurting or hurting, it often can't give a person everything he wants, but it is so overbearing to force everything that a person can't accept.
There is pain behind missing, loneliness behind being strong, and despair behind hope. Afternoon sunshine, quiet streets, a "bad boy", singing a gentle song for only one person.
this is a scene that all girls fantasize about. This is just a simple love, clear and sad.
This kind of love has penetrated into the soul, and even surpassed it. I used to work hard and be persistent, thinking that I would eventually get that self-righteous happiness after I spent my whole life, but in fact, I was ashamed of my happiness all over the place.
Loneliness is sometimes really amazing, so quiet and peaceful. Time, vigorous flow forward, leaving only memories.
The tears I used to cry are still vividly imprinted in my mind, with the pain that can't be expressed in words. Once I cried, I shed my tears in front of love, but in the end I couldn't even touch shameful happiness.
I can't forget the pain I had, and I can't forget how low I loved at the beginning. I even tried to touch my love with my own tears unintentionally, and touched my heart that never beat for me. Looking back now, even if I touched love with tears, that kind of love can only be a kind of sympathy and a kind of pity.
Now I have learned to be strong and not to cry in front of love. But the person I once loved, she has faded out of my sight for a long time.
These days, I always want to tell her that I have learned how to love from loneliness and that we are forever in tears. At this moment, I wrote down the bitterness of love.
2. I have been trying to comfort myself with time. The passage of time is not disappearing or getting old, but the dust of something and the maturity of my mind. I know, I'm not a good recorder.
a lot of things that I thought I would never forget in my life are slowly forgotten in this unforgettable day. I like looking back on the way I came more than anyone else.
I like to stop, look back, remember quietly, taste quietly ... the snow in February, the flowers in March, the noise and brightness in the world, the happiness and happiness in the world. These, like clear streams, flow through my heart.
warm, like sunshine. I didn't expect anything when I came here. I just want to see you happy and not sad on your face.
I like to hide in a certain time and miss the memories left by a certain time. However, time, still left me, and ran forward vigorously.
Perhaps, at this age, sadness is the endorsement of youth. After crying, laughing and hurting, I understand the meaning of happiness better.
Before happiness, youth is like a grand sacrifice, which begins in silence and expectation and ends in desolation and despair. This period of time is long and short.
both the beginning and the end are done in a silent posture, but the experience and feeling are two postures. I have been thinking, in what way did my youth, my eighteen years old, start and end? Like all lost vagrants, I am wandering in a strange city. You appear behind me inadvertently, and time is like the wind, which brings your breath when it blows forward. Maybe many years later, when I begin to recall, I will remember that I was eighteen years old that year.
that's how I've been drifting, always.