Lu you's most classic poem

Lu You's poetry creation can be divided into three stages: before, during and after. I liked the description of algae decoration at first, but later it became fresh and refined. Representative works include "Tour Shanxi Village" and so on. Middle-aged poems that are magnificent and love the motherland are the main ones, especially those that describe the middle-aged poems that have no door to serve the country and no door to serve the country, forming a tragic and heroic style. The masterpiece is the rain at Jianmen Road. Most of Lu You's poems in his later period describe all aspects of seclusion, but there are also some tragic works, such as "Autumn Night Fence Door Dawn" and "Wind and Rain on November 4th".

Simon's book when he was drunk

The idle rooms in the ancient temple are closed and lonely, and they drink like a day for several years.

Castle Peak is a place where bones can be buried.

At the end of the road, you will be worried to death, and teenagers are often willing to levy Liao.

Drunk to the western suburbs with arrows, extremely cold and arrogant.

Castle peak can bury loyal bones everywhere, and I have been ashamed to bow to others all my life. Shows the integrity of an upright scholar-bureaucrat.

"The feeling of three quatrains is a great doctor and a great doctor on board."

When the rain hits the lonely tent, the wine fades away, and the faint light is boring me.

Fame is nothing, not as good as two tides in the cold river.

Lu You was frustrated in officialdom and went boating alone in the river. When it rains, he is accompanied by a solitary lamp. Seeing the ebb and flow of the tide, the poet is associated with his official career. I can't help but sigh that fame and fortune in the world are not fixed, nor are they as regular as the daily ebb and flow.

1 1 There was a storm on the 4th of the month.

I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the 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.