When I was a child, I knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains looked like a mountain.
It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse.
Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.
(Lu You's "A Red Heart" has never been given the opportunity to serve the country, and he can't help but feel depressed and indignant, which is also reflected in the passionate tone in his poems. There is a strong contrast between the ambition of "Qi Shan" and the reality of "empty self-promise", and the depression, frustration and sadness suppressed in the heart pour out like a raging river, which has a very strong appeal. )
Leave school
Real name Millennium.
Operator Yongmei.
"Broken bridge outside the post, lonely and ownerless. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains. " .
("Post Outside" said that plum blossoms have been displaced and have no fixed place to live; The sentence "already yes" means that plum blossoms have been devastated by wind and rain and unfortunately stand out. The next movie, Yongmei, went through all the hardships and left a fragrance. It is not difficult to see the projection of the author's life experience and personality. In his early years, he fell out of favor because his patriotic remarks offended Qin Gui, and later he was dismissed for "urging Zhang Jun to fight". In the environment of stealing peace in the Southern Song Dynasty, he was always jealous, but his patriotic fighting spirit never weakened, and he remained faithful even when he was old. This word was written in his later years, expressing his unswerving patriotic stance and political integrity through Yongmei. )
Guan Shanyue.
In the fifteenth year of Herong's reign, the general did not fight empty borders.
Zhu dances heavily, but the horse is fat and the bow is broken.
Garrison Diao Dou urged the moon to set and joined the army at the age of 30.
Who knows that a strong man's heart is in the flute, and the sand head is empty to recruit people's bones
When the Central Plains heard of the war, there were descendants who opposed Hu Chuan!
The adherents endured death and looked forward to recovery, and shed tears tonight.
【 《 Guan Shanyue 》 originated from the theme, describing the situation and mentality of three different people (generals, soldiers and adherents) inside and outside Guanshan (border) under the same moonlight. The first four sentences are about generals: don't fight on the border, indulge in debauchery and abandon combat readiness. The last four sentences are about soldiers: time is wasted, throwing stones to ask for directions, and ambition is hard to pay. The last four sentences are about adherents: eager to recover, frustrated year after year, waiting for death. The moon is the background light source of the whole article, and all three people are sleepless under the moon tonight. The pale moonlight reflects their different joys and sorrows. The focus of the poem is to write the "hate under the moon" interwoven with "the heart of a strong man" and "the tears of adherents", while "the joy of generals" positively reveals that the historical cause of this eternal tragedy is the national policy of "harmony but difference". The whole poem is covered with a layer of grief and indignation in the faint moonlight, silently expressing the author's condemnation of the national policy of "harmony and tolerance" and his regret that he could not serve his country. ]
1 1 There was a storm on the 4th of the month.
Lying in a deserted village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still want to defend the wheel platform for my country.
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.
When writing this poem, the author was sixty-eight years old. Although he is old and weak, he still expects to do his best for his country. One night, it was stormy, and the poet seemed to be fighting fiercely on the battlefield in his sleep. Poetry profoundly expresses the author's lofty aspirations and lofty sentiments of recovering the country and serving the motherland, as well as the unswerving spirit of "growing old and strengthening", which fully shows the poet's lofty patriotic feelings. )
wife of father's elder brother
South of the city, under the busy lake, grandma is in the top 70.
There is also dust to marry the mirror, it is impossible to make up.
A Tong returned from Fujian at the age of nine, and writing this poem is quite mature.
Tongzi has been home for nine years and has been a teacher for two years.
Grow up and become famous, don't be like the old man.
Aibei
Taihang mountain ridge, the Yellow River out of Kunlun.
Mountain-like resorts, with many ministers all over the world.
Alas, Zuo Yi has fallen into dust for sixty years.
Although ambitious, he can't stretch out without teeth.
The old man is really loyal, and the north looks sour and bitter.
Why do you want to go to Baima Tianjin with a yellow flag?
Chasing dogs and sheep, LAM Raymond will be recruited.
Be sure to pass it on, don't call Wu nobody!
grieved
It was the longest in Shang and Zhou dynasties, and both Beimeng and Qi Jin were fighting for power and profit.
Zhang Hua's songs and dances are bleak, and the clouds and dreams are old and wild.
Grass meets the Forbidden City, geese rise, and foxes steal the wasteland.
Li Sao hates all her spirits, and people with lofty ideals burst into tears.
grieved
Jingzhou in early October was Meichun, which was really the same as going to Osaka at the age of eight.
Why heaven and earth are poor and strong, and rivers and lakes have been ministers since ancient times.
Drink the evening pavilion, with a new episode of generous elegy.
If you want to hang zhanghua, there is nowhere to ask. The ghost town is frosty and wet with hazelnuts.
Ai zhangru
Splendid pheasant, clear spring can drink forest to live in;
The rice beam abandoned the wild, although there were strange disasters and no steps.
The misty rain in the east village and the west village is late, and Xiao Ai is shallow from the forest;
Sudden shock, although you know that regret can be avoided!
The son of heaven in Korea is at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, and thousands of riders wear poverty day and night.
It's sad that the dog's teeth and claws die without hesitation.
Aixian
Love leisure is only suitable for illness, and only when you are strong will you know that you will get old.
Sleeping soundly, plain books with horizontal bamboo stands, rhinoceros pipes and copper pots.
Water banana moistens the leaves of the heart, and pomegranate presses the branches.
Smile and turn your head white. Sit and play.
Aixian
Today, Mr. Wang is slightly ill, and he still has his old leisure time.
Look at the lines in the post, the sound of lang lang in the piano notes.
The clothes are warm and fragrant, and the snow eaves are about to drip.
Laugh at the bottom of the window, and waste the road for farming.
Anliuting once the guests don't sit alone and sing.
Recalling the Western Expedition in the past, the temple was not frosted, and traces of the past were vaguely hung.
Shu water falls, and the jade temple is empty and fragrant.
The setting sun of Ma Ying crosses Jiange, and the sound of oars is crisp.
There was no news of the drunkard, and he wept for several lines by the water.
Anqi tablets
I used to swim in the Minjiang River and climb towering peaks.
My father-in-law leans against the red vine, fearing that he is an angel.
Give me a pill, five clouds come out of the ladle,
Clothes are not engraved, and the ice and snow are beautiful.
Plain hands cover the mountains and green hair blows the wind.
My father-in-law took care of me and rode the black dragon.
Penglai wants nothing. I love this empty Wan Li.
However, I have been to qi zhou and seen Song Qing.
Anren road middle
Throughout the ages, I have been walking alone on Lin Qiong Road.
If you are sick, you will be forced to get old, and you are forbidden to travel in autumn.
If the bridge is not repaired, the idle boat will flow by itself.
Take off when you are young, look back and think long-term.
Anren road middle
Not far from Sangang, the old man is worried about going out.
Too many people are greedy and feel dizzy every time they lose sleep.
Ye Ping is surrounded by the sky and the river is near the village.
When there is surplus, the small building occupies the root of the cloud.
Morning reading in the middle of the temple is eye-catching.
The mountain overlapping water flow twists and turns is worried that no way can walk, the willow green flowers suddenly appear a mountain village.
Dani's long bottle is lined with cloud liquid, while the red capsule is thin and the dragon ball is broken.
Several peaks moved from the dwarf country, and one came from the desolate beach.
Jue Weng's stubbornness is still wide in his chest.
Morning reading in the middle of the temple is eye-catching.
At the beginning of Hui Hui, the curtain is hooked, and the desert is cold.
Snow spines live next to two magpies, and gold rings trip an ape.
Lianxuan lies in the valley, pines, cypresses and pines, and the prince wears a forest and water stone.
Self-pity is not exhausted, and I want to disperse the wind in this life.
Morning reading in the middle of the temple is eye-catching.
Shaping doesn't make your face round, but you know your bones are cold.
Yan Ziyuan is not a pillow drummer, Du Sheng has a cloud-cutting crown.
When you help to move a guest's cane, you are tired of the poet's alfalfa tray.
Lai hated it so much that he was exempted from being a temple official at the beginning of the year.
Morning reading in the middle of the temple is eye-catching.
When I returned to my hometown of Shi Tomb, my hands were tied near Xiaojiang.
The north main road clings to the medicine cellar, and the east room shoots books.
Lonely loyalty, self-confidence, broken heart, everything is empty into ice and snow.
After a long illness, the patriarch's white teeth are old, and I am a deer door on the journey.
The feeling of living alone in buddhist nun
The longer and thinner the body, the fleeting Ran Ran was forced to fade.
Although you are diligent in reading ten papers, it is no longer a matter of climbing trees.
Ceng Ming, the horse, should be reprimanded, and the shepherd, though breasts, should be forgotten.
What's it like to laugh at yourself all your life? Wan Liao Li Tian Lao Ling Wei.
The feeling of living alone in buddhist nun
When the door to buddhist nun is closed, the lazy countryside stops joining monks.
Life has always been a sticky day, so why not make ice in summer?
If you dare to give up your saliva, a vegetable meal will make you laugh.
Gao Zhong slept soundly and didn't laugh much. A Zen master liberated the eagle.
The feeling of living alone in buddhist nun
If there is no money, the girl in the stream will raise fish, and if it rains, the owner will borrow the donkey.
In the morning, a few spoonfuls of quinoa porridge are pressed, and at night, a bowl of fat is loosened to read.
Yellow? Warm, carefree and insatiable, white cloth shirts are more than happy.
Spring in the south, the plan is not completely sparse.
The chronicles in buddhist nun use the rhymes of predecessors.
Sweeping a temple is trivial, and Penghu opens and closes in a daze.
The barren mountain medicine must be long, and the small stove tea must be short.
Books are safe to use in the air and difficult to calculate outdoors.
When the monk arrives, he stays. Wheat, rice and sunflower soup are expensive.
The handmaiden who has been poor for a long time is scattered, and there is no good foot.
Long song, living such a life without pay, doubts that he is in a wild world.
Yasuhiro Yasuhiro
Little buddhist nun is alone, busy with worldly affairs?
Clouds suddenly cover the sun, and rain leaves Ye Fei frost.
Classics are re-transmitted in Iraq, and it is ugly to refute the Han and Tang Dynasties.
Too late to roll out of the broken book window, laughing and calling the boy to change incense.
Night in the temple
There is no waiter to show the disease, and the grass temple gate is covered by midnight.
Affectionate plum shadow half window moon, corresponding to Jiming Shili Village.
Paper curtains hold fur in search of broken dreams, and ground stoves stir fire to warm residual bottles.
It is not enough to support the decline and practice the new.
Temple miscellaneous books
Pu niches are as warm as spring for a long time, and the paper is as silent as a cloud.
There is nothing to worry about except putting medicine and applying medicine.
Temple miscellaneous books
Make a living and live in misery? Beans, rice, quinoa and soup have not disappeared.
If the years are still the same, we might as well have our own Yu Tu Valley.
Temple miscellaneous books
Everything was the same as me. Everyone was drunk and I woke up alone.
Travel all over the world and hoe vegetables behind closed doors with gardeners.
Temple miscellaneous books
Mautz's room is so interesting, who knows?
There is great ambition on the ridge, and there is a couple's voice on the whistling mountain.
83 songs
White-headed people at the foot of Fan Shi Mountain, see you in the early spring of 1983.
Love yourself and forget loneliness, and the sky will be strong and poor.
Kutong has sought knowledge instead of knowledge? Donate the bad broom, but cherish it.
Don't laugh at the Sangzhu family, it will still be the tea god in the years to come.
84 songs
It was after four o'clock or eighty, and he stayed late without telling us.
Bad words recede, and medical treatment promotes peace.
Farming and grazing are still capable, and I am surprised every time I am stupid.
What I have learned is useless, and I am ashamed that I was born in Jinan.
84 songs
Eighty-four years old, should be a person.
Reading and sleeping, drinking and worrying.
The son asked Li Sao, and the monk handed down a sketch.
Who said that the livelihood is thin, and the cultivation of taro has become an area.
84 songs
Seventy people are rare, and I have lived for fourteen years.
Make friends without generations, and have Zeng Xuan in your arms.
Drink the enemy, ride the whale, chase the fairy.
Spring moves south of the city, and Xiao Jian is dancing.
Bayi shiyin
The ancient cloud is eighty, which I have never seen before.
The mountains are full of rain and the water is full of fish.
Chickens sing Liu Kun's dance, and cows sing Ziggy when they are tired.
What will you do if spring cold bullies short brown?
History reading on August 22
On the stranger, the bow and knife hold the crowd, and the autumn wind rolls by the water.
The scholar tried on the narrow clothes again, and the mountain county added a new painting angle.
It's too late to visit the shogunate.
The mice in the grass are tired of pulling the Tianhe River to wash Luo Song.
Dream on August 23rd.
The Taoist priest got a swan and the old monk lived in the middle of the temple cloud.
Come and go inexperience, idle around.
Rivers and mountains are thousands of miles apart, and fish and birds return to each other for ten years.
Gao Yan is elusive, and drunkenness is the theme on his face.
On the evening of August 9th.
At dusk, under the leisurely thatched cottage, the black silk scarf crane took Qiu Guang.
The sound of the wind passing through the trees is tight at the beginning, and the moon shadow enters the door.
I don't know who died in this life, but the four seasons are cute and cool.
From now on, you are drunk, and wine is like a goose breaking its shell.
The feeling of sudden cooling on August 3.
The heat invades people and fears sweat, and the moon is thin at first sight in clear autumn.
The fire is self-cooked, adding fragrance to the beast, and the cold spring is injected into the inkstone toad.
Good guests brought fireflies into the house by mistake, and magpies sang in the distance.
Chai Men's old illness lies alone. Who can read it?
See the moon in the evening of August 14.
The sky is dew-washed and the glass is blue, and the diameter of Zijin plate is three feet;
Suddenly the earth broke out and the osmanthus tree was as thin as ink.
Alone mirror lake, the autumn dew is boundless;
You must sail into the East China Sea, and you can chase Fei Xian by riding a whale.
Ice, jade and jade invade the cold bones, and they are drunk and watch the lonely dance.
At night, Scheeren had slept, but was awakened by the wind.
On the night of August 14, Triffault City is opposite to the moon.
When I saw the moon preparing for the wing building last year, the clouds flashed like jade hooks.
The host didn't like to sigh, so he sent a golden boat in vain.
This year, when we look at the market at three o'clock in the month, thin clouds will not be a good night.
Su E ordered me to wash away my troubles, and I also poured a cup of invitation to get drunk.
Wan Lifeng's dew is boundless, and the ice wheel has no way out.
Ying Ying is endless, and the moon can't bear to sleep.
I'm going to report to Guanghan Temple and meet all the Chinese guildhall in Mao Yan.
Next year, everything will not be enough. I hope the full moon is healthy.
Dream on August 4th.
Taihua grows in the water, and the white donkey is still in the sunset.
The mountain is deep and the milk hole is cold, and the flowers are fragrant.
Neighbors greet Taniguchi with bottles, and barbarians worship Liu for three days.
The central plains has been pitching until now, and idle people are busy with foreign affairs.
At midnight on August 5th, I started drinking, writing cursive script and calculating papers.
There is a fairy and a monk, and the jade pillow is opposite to the autumn lamp.
Suddenly three liters of wine, rustling dragon into the vine.
In August 1 day, the light rain suddenly cooled down.
There is no sweat, clothes or breath, but I know there is such a fast wind!
The new coolness suddenly feels like it comes from the world, and the summer heat is really sweeping the floor.
There was just a light thunder over Linwu, and the rain had blown to the front of the curtain.
The more sick you are, the more carefree you are, and the more songs, poems and music you will be left with.
Badong Lingyi Baiyun Pavilion
Kou is a mature man, and he is proud of the secluded pavilion.
I often lean against the curved fence to see the water, and I feel uneasy and afraid of building mountains.
Although the adherents can still talk, the old commander is new here and loves leisure.
It is to make the official greedy to the bone, and it has not stopped the guests from listening.
It's raining in Badong.
Temporarily borrow Qingxi to accompany fishermen, and the sand surface is slightly rainy and wet.
From then on, the poem was in Badong County, not in the snow of Baqiao.
It's raining in Badong.
What is a trip to Wan Li? If you want to be a poet, you will beg for an inheritance.
At this point, we won't know until we are poor if we don't advance in poetry.
Baofeng Lanting
Open Huaiyin Hou, wait for your husband?
Rong Weng commented on this book, which can be the ancestor of Lanting.
Baofeng Lanting
Cocoon paper hides Zhaoling, but not for a thousand years.
This is bone, which is better than Lanting noodles.
Bai Di Zhou Bo
There is nothing to do on the road, and the court is not only cold.
The spring tide in the Xiajiang River rises and falls, and the night lights on the shore are sparse.
On the old ship, it is still the beginning of a decade.
Tired of traveling, thinking about tax driving, I feel more love for the house.
Gray/white hair
This year, my white hair has doubled, and I can't support myself behind closed doors.
Cattle and sheep are covered with wild frost, and crops are covered with clouds.
After cooking in the afternoon, take out the millet and wrap it in thick glutinous rice.
Self-pity did not waste poetry, and father and son Peng Chuang remembered it.
Gray/white hair
White hair with thousands of stems and green temples, lying and watching herons stab into the sky.
I have been stealing tributes and happiness all my life, but I have returned to my hometown.
If you sit still, you will have no books to read, and the rest of your life will depend on the Buddha.
You see, the world is cold, and it will take a long time to sift wine!
Gray/white hair
Illness invades the prime of life, and fear is not as good as white;
Be a long-distance guest by the needle stone occasionally.
Seventy years old, full of frost and snow.
Although the eyes and ears are weak, they are not separated from others.
Zhuoying thousands of hectares of lakes, send five acres of houses.
Big cloth sewing robe, southeast.
Gray/white hair
I have a lot of life, and I have 10% of the way to go.
Sadness was burning, and I was surprised to see my cheeks and skull.
There is a slight autumn wind, and there is cold rain.
Stars are rare in the beginning and cannot be removed.
Yesterday was like a willow in spring, but now it has withered with frost.
Peng is withered and green. How can he miss me?
Outside the square, it is impregnable, and its fame is rare.
Throw tweezers and sigh, then there is no book!
Gray/white hair
Mix's white hair touches the waves and blows the southwest thatched cottage.
Drinking water and reading books are also fun, and Dumen is sick and tired.
Turned into a five-acre plow, who still remembers the three dynasties holding Ji Lang!
Just like a few chrysanthemums on the edge of the fence, they are still frost-resistant.
Bai gan pu bie fu Yong is a masterpiece
I travel a hundred miles to see the guests off.
Fu Zi is a man as soon as possible, and he will follow this Weng at dusk.
Xie refused to leave, and the thin horse rushed to the north wind.
Mud splashes the horse, and frost flies to force the hair.
Maodian has a novel method, remembering the fierceness of that year,
Don't feel sorry for your children, but be morally frayed.
What should I do? Fish and birds are worried about the pool cage.
You are from Taige, and husband and wife are born.
If the mountains are green, the sky will cover the sky.
If you don't work hard, why should you come from the same source?