Poems about great ambitions that are hard to achieve. What are the poems about great ambitions that are hard to achieve?

1. One of the feelings I felt when I stepped out of the fence gate to welcome the coolness at dawn on an autumn night

The author Lu You was in the Song Dynasty

Far away from the Han Dynasty, the southwestern part of Han Dynasty fell, oh, the chicken next door Called again and again.

When the ambition disease comes, all the desires are gone, and I scratch my head when I go out and feel miserable for the rest of my life.

Translation

The Milky Way, which is thousands of miles away, is falling towards the southwest, and the sound of roosters crows continuously in the neighboring house.

The disease tortured me and almost wiped out my ambition to save the nation. When I went out and looked around, I couldn’t help scratching my white hair and regretting my life.

2. Breaking the spell·composing a poem for Chen Tongfu

Author Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty

I was drunk and read the sword with the lamp on, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet in the camp. Eight hundred miles away, the troops under his command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings turning outside the Great Wall, and the troops on the battlefield being ordered in autumn.

The horse is flying fast, and the bow is shaking like a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain!

Translation

In a drunken dream, I turned on the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I returned to the various camps of the past, and the horns sounded one after another. Roast beef was distributed among the men, and the band played Northern Xinjiang songs. This is autumn military parade on the battlefield. The war horses ran as fast as Luma, and the bows and arrows shook the ears like thunder. (I) wholeheartedly want to complete the great cause of regaining the lost land of the country for the monarch, and gain a good reputation that will be passed down from generation to generation. Poor man with gray hair!

3. Xiaochongshan · The cicadas couldn’t stop singing in the cold last night

Author Yue Fei, Dynasty Song Dynasty

The cicadas couldn’t stop singing in the cold last night. Shocked back from a thousand-mile dream, it’s been the third update. Get up and walk around the steps alone. People are quiet, and the moon is dimly bright outside the curtain.

A white head is a sign of fame. Old mountains and old pines and bamboos block the return journey. I want to express my thoughts to Yao Qin. If you have few close friends, no one will listen when your string is broken.

Translation

Last night, in the cold autumn, the crickets couldn't stop wailing. They dreamed of returning to their hometown, and there was a war raging thousands of miles away. When they woke up, it was already the third watch. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. It was quiet all around, and outside the curtain, a pale moon was dimly seen. He has made great contributions to the country and left a lasting legacy, and his head is covered with frost and stars even when he is still young.

The pines and bamboos in the family mountain are green and old, and the voices of helpless peace talks block the return journey. I want to play a song on the Yao Qin with all my thoughts. There are few close friends. Even if the string is broken, who will listen?

4. Illness arouses my love for books

Author Lu You, Dynasty and Song Dynasty

The bones of the disease are torn apart and the hat is wide, and the lonely minister travels thousands of miles to Jianggan. Although I am humble, I dare not forget about my country. The matter is settled and I still have to wait for the coffin to be closed.

The gods of heaven and earth support the temple, and the elders of Beijing look forward to peace. When you start teaching, you can learn about the present and the past. You can look more closely by lighting up the lamp in the middle of the night.

Translation

The patient was so weak and emaciated that the gauze hat on his head seemed too wide. He was living alone by the river in Chengdu, thousands of miles away. Although his position is low, he never dares to forget to worry about national affairs. However, if he wants to realize the ideal of unification, the coffin can only be finalized after his death.

I hope that the gods of heaven and earth will bless the country and the country. The people in the north are looking forward to the monarch day and night to personally reclaim the lost rivers and mountains. The spirit of loyalty and righteousness in Zhuge Kongming's handed down work "Chu Shi Biao" will last forever. If you can't sleep late at night, let's read it carefully.