1. Ancient poems about touching a scene and creating feelings
About ancient poems about touching a scene and generating feelings 1. A seven-character quatrain poem about touching a scene and creating feelings
The seven-character quatrain poems that describe touching a scene are:
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1. People in the past had gone there by Yellow Crane, and the Yellow Crane Tower was vacant here. ——Cui Hao of the Tang Dynasty, "Yellow Crane Tower"
2. Feeling grateful for the time, the flowers splash with tears, and the hateful birds are frightened. ——Du Fu's "Spring Hope" in the Tang Dynasty
3. Last year, today, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. ——Tang Dynasty Cui Hu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City"
4. The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, and the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast. ——Liu Yong of the Northern Song Dynasty, "Yulin Bell"
5. Since ancient times, passion has hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them! ——"Yulin Ling" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
2. What are the seven-character quatrains that describe touching scenes and emotions?
1. "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty: "Jin Se" has no reason for fifty Strings, strings and columns, thinking about the Chinese years.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss. Explanation: Why does the exquisite zither have fifty strings? Each string and each section makes people miss the past.
Zhuang Zhou danced and turned into a butterfly in his sleep. Emperor Wang expressed his hatred to the cuckoo. The bright moon shines high in the sea, and the tears of the sharks turn into beads; the red sun in the blue field is warm, and you can see the smoke rising from the good jade.
How can we recall the joys and sorrows today? But back then we were careless and at a loss. 2. "One of Two Poems on Bamboo Branches" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty: The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I hear the singing of people stepping on the Langjiang River.
The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine. Definition: There are green willows on the shore, the wind is calm and the waves are calm, and suddenly the familiar singing voice of the lover on the shore comes.
Just like the sun rises in the east and rain falls in the west. You say it's not a sunny day, but it is a sunny day.
3. "Night Rain Sends to the North" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty: When you asked about your return date, you have not yet arrived, and the night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
Interpretation: You asked me about the date of my return. It is difficult to determine the date of return. It is raining heavily in Bashan tonight, and the rain has filled the autumn pond. When can we hold candles and have a long talk together, telling each other how much we miss each other in the rainy night in Bashan tonight?
4. "Ascending" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: The wind is strong, the ape high in the sky whistles in mourning, and the white bird flies back from the clear sand of Zhugistan. The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass is stained by the new stop.
Interpretation: The wind is strong and the sky is high, the cries of apes are very sad, and there are birds circling on the riverbank with clear water and white sand. The endless trees are rustling with fallen leaves, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in.
I feel sad about the autumn scenery. I have been a guest all year round, wandering thousands of miles away. I have been plagued by diseases throughout my life and now I stand alone on the high platform. After going through hardships and bitterness, my hair has grown white on my temples, and my heart is full of decadence and I have stopped drinking wine to drink my sorrow.
5. Cui Hu of the Tang Dynasty's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City": On this day last year, in this gate, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Interpretation: Last spring, in this family’s home, I saw that beautiful face and the peach blossoms set off each other, making it look extremely rosy. When I come here again today, I don’t know where the girl has gone. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
3. Can anyone find me some ancient poems that touch the scene and evoke emotions, with graceful and graceful words?
"The Bell in the Rain" by Liu Yong
The chilling cicadas are sad. , facing the Changting Pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them!
"Jin Se" by Li Shangyin
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss.
"Slow Voice" by Li Qingzhao
Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"?
4. Fill in the verses according to the meaning of the question
1. When you are at the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small mountains.
2. I shed tears when I am grateful for the time, and startled when I hate others.
3. Why are officials angry when they shout, and why women cry!
4. It is not enough to cherish the clothes, but it is true to the wishes.
5. The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.
6. Still pity the water of my hometown, I see you off on the boat thousands of miles away.
7. When hundreds of rivers reach the sea from the east, when will they return to the west?
8. The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only covered with sunset.
9. The tears in the countryside are all gone, and the lonely sail can be seen in the sky.
10. The clouds are steaming over Mengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.
11. There are Hanyang trees in Qingchuan and Parrot Island with luxuriant grass.
12. Lying down in the late night, listening to the wind and rain, and dreaming of the iron horse and the glacier.
5. I need some sad poems, which should touch the scene or be poems by famous people.
Li Yu’s poems are all the essence. After hundreds of years of testing, aren’t they very refined? Every song has good words! All Li Yu's poems are sad.
Yulouchun Li Yu The evening makeup has just begun to show the snow on the skin, and the concubines and concubines in the Spring Palace are lined up. The phoenix flute blows through the water and the clouds are idle, and the colorful clothes are played again and the song is heard.
Who is more fragrant in the wind? Drunk and charming. When I return home, I will put off the red candles and wait for the horse's hooves to clear the night moon.
Autumn Warbler Li Yu The remnant warbler doesn't know what's going on in autumn, and is still wandering alone across the secluded forest. The old tongue listens in all kinds of ways, and a dark yellow point enters the smoke stream.
Qi Chi turned away from the world and felt the same sadness as Lu, and his eyes were as bright as a sheng in pieces. Don't linger any longer to go back, the dew flowers are desolate and cold, and the polygonum flowers are sad.
The illness begins and the wall of the mountain house is mentioned by Li Yu. The illness in the mountain house is mild at first, and the staff and turban are brown, which is called leisure. A small fire is turned on in the stove to warm the air, and the ditch leads to the sound of new streams.
Temporary appointment with Peng Juanan is decayed, and in the final period Zongyuan will ask about Wusheng. Who can work hard in the dust, and be greedy and combine fish and dragon to build a strong reputation?
Gengluzi Jinquechai, pink noodles, temporarily meet in the flowers. Knowing my intention and feeling your pity, I need to ask Heaven for this feeling.
The fragrance turns into ears, the wax turns into tears, and it still seems like the two people’s thoughts. The pillow is greasy, the brocade quilt is cold, and I feel more leaky and residual.
Geng Lezi The willow silk is long, the spring rain is thin, and the sound of leaking outside the flowers is heard far away. The geese are frightened, the crows are rising in the city, and the golden partridges are painted on the screen.
The fragrant mist is thin and penetrates the heavy curtain, melancholy Xiejiachi Pavilion. The red candle is on the back, the embroidered drapery is hanging down, Meng Changjun doesn't know.
Sauvignon Blanc by Li Yu One layer of mountains, two layers of mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, the acacia maple leaves are red. The chrysanthemums are blooming, the chrysanthemums are withered, the wild geese are flying high and the people have not returned, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain.
Sending King Deng’s 20th brother to Xuancheng from Yimu. The waves are invading, the light is rippled with sorrow, and the mountains are filled with hatred.
How extremely affectionate are you when you are running against cypress trees? I am heading towards the west by the sun. There are so many places so close to the Yanjiang River, there is no need to embrace the heavy misery.
Crossing the Zhongjiang River and looking at Shicheng, weeping Li Yu’s old hometown south of the Yangtze River and north of the Yangtze River has been a dream for thirty years. The Wuyuan Palace is now in desolation, and the Guangling Terrace Hall is desolate.
The cloud cage is far away, and there are thousands of sorrows, and the rain hits the boat with thousands of tears. Four brothers with a family of three hundred cannot sit around and think about it.
Elegy by Li Yu The pearls are broken before the eyes, and the flowers wither in the world. The hatred in my heart was not gone, but I missed it again.
The jade basket is still filled with residual medicine, and the incense box has been stained with dust. I will feel sad in the past, and I will feel sad in the future. There are no tears to wet the towel.
The beauty is the same as the fragrant tree, and the dangerous path is the same. It is sad to see spring come true, but the bitter rain hurts the bushes.
Where is Mingli now? All her wandering matters are gone. There is nothing to ask about, and I will thank the east wind for thousands of years.
It rains in late autumn and makes me feel lonely, and my sorrow increases my illness.
Thinking before swallowing the wind, my eyes are blurred and blurred. The king of space should remember me, and the poor man is lost in his family.
Feelings of Li Yu I saw the old branches of the tung blossoms again, and the misty rain and dusk on the first floor were miserable. Who can feel melancholy? My eyes are filled with tears.
The charming beauty is no longer seen in the city, and the festival is full of sorrow. In the sky, there is the old smoke and moon, and the eyebrows are weeping in Furong City.
Plum blossoms by Li Yu are diligently transplanted to the ground, with curved sills and small railings. ***When we meet again on a beautiful day, I still worry about whether it will be beautiful or not.
Block the wind and open the barriers, use the moon to irrigate the cold spring. Unexpectedly, before and after the flowers, the eyebrows are not complete.
Dongjun didn’t know he lost the owner of the fireworks. What's the use of the fragrance? It still smells like last year's branches.
Shuling Banquet Handkerchief by Li Yu. He was haggard in his floating life, and lost his beauty in his prime. The sweaty hands are stained by fragrance, and the eyebrows are stained by smoke.
On the back of the pipa, written by Li Yu, the shoulder is as sharp as a shaving, and it is hard to match the number of strands of silk tape. The fragrance of heaven leaves the phoenix tail, and the remaining warmth is in the sandalwood trough.
Feelings of Feelings During the Illness Li Yu has been very haggard for many years, and depression is more likely to cause self-injury. The wind invades the diseased bones, and the rain qi swallows the intestines.
The night cauldron is only boiled with medicine, and the mustache is half stained with frost. How similar is the front edge? Who can ask the King of Space?
Li Yu wrote a book while ill. His body is strong and his feelings are deep. He sits at a banquet with fragrance and thinks of himself. Living quietly in the moonlight, I can only mix medicine, and only birds can come to me in the secluded courtyard by the door.
What can a quack doctor do if he is too lazy to listen to his words? The little maid will do what she can. It is necessary to ask Buddhism to know the smell, otherwise all kinds of troubles will invade you.
Thank you, the long strip seems familiar, and the strong smoke blows over the head.
After inscribing the golden building, Li Yu put thousands of toothpicks in red gauze, and Wang Can's book was burned together. If you don't leave a face with Zulong, you can only get the present after leaving a chapter.
Sentence Li Yu The distant Altair star is lost in the sun of the river. Charming yellow aunt, looking at each other from afar.
The warbler should be angry, but the butterfly dance is not much. ("Falling Flowers") Bow and let the moon be in your hand, and your arms be filled with the shaking wind.
("Singing the Fan") The disease is like weakness, and it has been disgusting for five years. (The following "Luxui Notes") It is difficult to recover from the decline of beauty and illness, and Xiaodian Junlin is quite ashamed of himself.
He sneered at the Qin Emperor's long-term strategy, and quietly pitied his concubine when she was in pain. The temples are getting new white today, and the chrysanthemums are still as yellow as last year.
(Following "Famous Talks of the Han Dynasty") All eternity will eventually die, and there will be a plateau at the burial place of Zuixiang. Life is less than a hundred years old, and I have just painted a thousand-year painting.
("The Talk of Wild Guests") The sun reflects the fairy clouds thinly, and the autumn sky is high and green. ("Miscellaneous Things in Hailu") When the black light begins to shine, the dragon candle will fight to hold it.
(The following "Kong Tie") The branches are full of dew. The sun has gone west, and the solemn and cold weather has arrived.
There are nine swans and four lantern fish. Avoid drinking without thinking.
Pouring the bowl increases longevity, and delivering deep meals to guests. Poppy Li Yu When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past?
The east wind blew again in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the bright moon. The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed.
Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward. Poppy The wind returns to the small courtyard and the greenery continues, and the willow eyes continue to spring.
I have been silent for half a day, but the sound of bamboo and the crescent moon are still the same as before. The music and songs have not yet dispersed, and the ice on the pond has just begun to melt.
The candles are bright and fragrant, and the dark painting is deep in the building. The clear frost and residual snow on the temples are hard to bear. Lang Tao Sha Li Yu The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the mood of spring is fading.
Luo Qui cannot bear the cold at dawn. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.
Don’t lean on the fence alone, the world is unlimited. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone in spring, and the world is in heaven and earth.
Langtaosha The past can only be saddened, but it is difficult to look at the scenery. In the autumn wind, moss invades the steps in the courtyard.
As long as the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long? The golden sword has been buried, and the strength has faded. In the cool evening, the moon shines brightly.
I want to see the shadow of Jade Tower and Yao Palace shining in Qinhuai! The crow of the night was windy and rainy last night, and the curtains rustled with autumn sounds. Candles are leaking and broken, and I often lean on pillows.
Cannot stand upright. Things in the world go with the flow, only to have a dream come true.
The road to Zuixiang is safe and suitable for frequent visits, but it is not possible to travel otherwise. Happy Meeting Li Yu The flowers in the forest have withered the spring red. It's too hasty and helpless. The cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.
The tears of rouge make each other drunk (leaving others drunk), no matter how long it takes, it is natural that life grows and hates the water. Happy Meeting Li Yu Speechlessly, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard.
The constant cutting, the confusion is still there, it is the sorrow of separation, especially the feeling in my heart. A handful of dendrobium beads Li Yu is just putting on her evening makeup, Shen Tan is lightly adding a few.
Showing the cloves to others, singing a clear song, temporarily causing the cherries to burst. The sleeves of the sleeves are remnant and the color is lovely.