1, the hut was broken by the autumn wind.
Du Fu
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.
Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief.
I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches.
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 buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains.
Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
Appreciate:
The Cottage Blown by Autumn Wind is an ancient poem written by Du Fu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, during his stay in the Cottage in Chengdu, Sichuan. This poem describes the bitter experience that the author's hut was damaged by the autumn wind and the whole family was caught in the rain, expressing his inner feelings and embodying the poet's lofty ideological realm of worrying about the country and the people. It is a typical work in Du Fu's poems.
2. He Xinlang (like a smoke flying)
Su Shi
Smoke and dancing. No one is quiet. When it turns cloudy to noon, the new bath is cool at night. Hand-made white round fan, the hand will be like jade for a while. I'm getting sleepy, lonely and awake. Who will push the embroidery worker out of the curtain? It's a waste of time to teach people to dream of breaking Yaotai music. The wind is beating on the bamboo again.
Pomegranate half spit red scarf Cu. When all the flowers are floating, I will be alone with you. Looking closely at a beautiful branch, my heart is as heavy as a burden. Afraid of being caught, autumn wind is green. Stay here, you can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking. * * * pink tears, two rustling.
Appreciate:
This word refers to both people and things. The first movie is about a beautiful woman in a quiet environment. Swallows are flying around in the gorgeous room, and no one is quiet. Shadow transfer of buttonwood. It's afternoon, and it's cool at night. The beauty just took a shower and waved a white silk round fan in her hand, which was as white as jade. She is pure, quiet and has both form and spirit. She was getting sleepy, leaning back and sleeping soundly alone. Who pushed open the door of colored embroidery outside the curtain and shocked her dream of being a fairy in Yaotai? It turns out that the night wind blew bamboo.
3, butterfly lovers, leaning against dangerous buildings, the wind is fine
Liu Yong
It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently?
I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
Appreciate:
The poet's melancholy is lingering precisely because he not only doesn't want to get rid of this "spring worry", but even willingly suffers from it. Even if he gradually looks haggard and emaciated, he will never regret it. "I am pining for Iraq" is the only problem: the poet's so-called "spring sorrow" is nothing more than the word "acacia".