Tao Yuanming
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.
When enjoying the natural scenery, poets experience a unique taste of life and the enjoyment of beauty.
Hard road
Lipper
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Through such ups and downs of feelings, it not only fully shows the suppression of the poet's grand ideals and ambitions by the dark and dirty political reality, but also reflects the poet's strong inner repression, anger and the injustice caused by it, and at the same time highlights the poet's stubbornness, self-confidence and persistent pursuit of ideals, showing the poet's powerful spiritual strength in trying to get rid of repression.
The autumn wind broke the hut.
Du Fu
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.
Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lowest one floats to Shentang depression.
The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief.
Openly holding the hair in the bamboo, my lips are dry and I can't breathe, and I sigh when I return.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking.
There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!
There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain!
Alas, when I suddenly saw this house in front of me, my family froze to death alone!
Du Fu built a thatched cottage near Huanhuaxi, a western suburb of Chengdu, and lived a temporarily stable life. But this superficial lightness can't hide his poverty, nor can it dilute his consistent feelings of worrying about the country and the people. Last autumn, a storm hit his cabin, which woke him up from his romantic seclusion again, made him face the reality and worried him, so he wrote this poem.
A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Cen Can
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
This poem is about a quiet life under the military curtain. At the beginning, it was written about the wonderful scenery of snow falling in August outside the Great Wall, and unexpectedly used thousands of pear trees as a metaphor, giving people a feeling of endless spring. The following describes the strange cold of the military camp, the background of ice and snow, the complicated strings at the farewell party, the romantic atmosphere in a foreign land everywhere, and the complicated farewell mood of the guests. Finally, I wrote that I rode on the snowy road in Tianshan Mountain, leaving footprints gradually, which was more intertwined with the poet's departure and homesickness. Writing farewell poems so brilliantly and boldly is the essence of Cen Can's romantic optimism.
Sea miscellaneous poems
gong zizhen
Great sorrow tilts the day,
A whining whip means the end of the world.
Falling in love is not heartless,
Turn into spring mud to protect flowers.
Write about his feelings when he was forced to resign and leave Beijing.