1. About messy poems
About messy poems 1. Poems describing messy thoughts,
Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing towards you. Eastward flow.
If you keep cutting, things will become messy. It's separation.
"I came from the mountains and walked through thousands of miles of fog. If I hear the sound of spring water, it is the way I came." ("Hongyu Villa's Reply to a Climber").
"Whoever abandons his original intention and flees the market, I will enjoy the farming with drunken eyes. Don't let your time be idle, and your whole life will be full of emotions."
"Life is like a leaf falling, and the time is short. Friends are as rare as stars. Success or failure is a matter of eternity, and a dream of ten years is a dream." ("Bitter Journey")
>"Withered flowers and leaves dance in the autumn of the nine mountains, not concealing the wealth and shame of the city. What joy is there in Yanling Mountains? The Luan River bank is worrying. The long embankment has been replaced by willows in front, and the quiet fields are difficult to cultivate. The old land is secluded. The wind will blow tomorrow Thousands of miles of fog, a clear blue sky and a big river flowing. "
"The sky is full of wild geese and brocade characters, the noble and golden towers in the city, the flat lake with ten miles of water, it is difficult to carry a boat in my heart."
Tomorrow. The wind blows away thousands of miles of fog, and the blue sky is clear and the river flows."
I boldly stand on the screen and want to ask the sky, but justice in the world is a false promise. Discuss integrity and shame on the grand stage, and set an example while collecting money." ("Qijue·Impressions" An official"
2. What are the poems that describe messy thoughts?
1. It is early to know the cold when staying in water, and the night is long when I sleep in sorrow. —— Quan Deyu's "Jiangcheng Night Park Hostel". Thoughts"
Translation: Sleeping on the boat in the pond, I felt the chill, and then I realized that the weather was getting colder earlier. I couldn't sleep with my worries, and I felt that the night was getting longer.
p>2. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi cannot carry a lot of sorrow - Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring·Spring Festival Gala"
Translation: Alas, I am so worried about the leaves in Shuangxi. This thin boat cannot carry the heavy sorrow in my heart!
3. Those who disturb my heart will be troubled today - Li Bai's "Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Tower Farewell School Uncle Shu Yun"
Translation: Today, I am confused and worried.
4. How much sorrow can you have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward - Li Yu's "Yu". Beauty·When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come?"
Translation: Ask me how much sadness is in my heart, just like the endless spring water rolling eastward.
5. Keep cutting and rationalize. Still in chaos, it is the sorrow of separation - Li Yu's "Happy Meeting·Speechlessly Going to the West Tower Alone"
Translation: The cutting is endless and the reasoning is unclear, which makes people feel confused. It’s the pain of country subjugation.
6. A few years of sorrow, wrong, wrong, wrong. ——Lu You’s "Hongsu Hands"
A full glass of wine is like a glass of sadness. When I think back to the past few years, I can only sigh: Wrong, wrong, wrong!
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3. Indicates confusion Poems of
Battlefield [Yuefu Poetry]
If you don’t see me,
The setting sun on the battlefield is as red as blood,
White bones are exposed thousands of miles away in the wilderness.
Where is the battlefield in the distance?
The clouds are falling and the grass is covered with the setting sun.
The yellow sand is scattered and the wind is blowing.
There is no one in the isolated village.
The fishy wind The folded grass trenches collapsed,
The sand was stained with blood at dusk in the cold moon.
The setting sun was low in the wild clouds,
The autumn wind rustled the old crows and wept.
< p> Skulls are entangled with grass roots on the battlefield,The cold wind knocks on the door at night in the deserted village.
I would rather be a peace dog,
Don't be a random person!
The autumn rain sobs like ghosts crying,
The sky is cloudy, rainy, wet and windy.
The flames of war have been extinguished, ghosts are green,
The wild sand is coming. Go back.
The war horses neighed,
The thorns were ragged [cen'ci],
The bloody robes and dirt turned into jade [zi].
Zhengyan screams mournfully,
The night is as dark as a screen,
The corpse lies with half-coagulated blood.
The innocent soul and resentment remain nameless,
Who will collect the ancient bones?
Fighting back to my hometown every year,
At home, my wife looks at each other in the sky.
The autumn moon is full and not all people are there,
It rains at night Like tears.
Confused mood
(Tang Dynasty) Wang Jian
Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.
Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I wonder who is missing in autumn thoughts.