1. Send to the Tang Dynasty: Du Mu was down and out in the south of the Yangtze River carrying wine, with a slim waist and a light palm.
I dream of Yangzhou once every ten years, and I have won the reputation of a brothel. Frustrated and down, wandering around the Jianghu with wine, indulging in the thin waist woman favored by King Chu Ling and Zhao Feiyan's light dance.
ten years of debauchery in Yangzhou is like a dream. When I wake up, I end up with a fickle reputation among prostitutes. 2. Golden Luqu Jiang Ximing said goodbye to this gift to the Qing Dynasty: Who will stay in Nalanxingde?
sighing about life and turning on and off several times will lead to death. I remember cutting candles at the west window most, but I talk about the rain at home.
don't say goodbye, just get together temporarily. The trees of the Yangtze River are rustling, and the distant sky and the white geese are sent to mourn.
under the yellow leaves, autumn is like this. Attribution adds a lot of sadness.
the material is strong, the smoke is cold, and the moon is cold. I am sad that you are down and out, but I have not met Xiao on my temples.
You have Xieyi and Chang 'an children. It's too late for us to get started, and it's only when we believe in the past that the truth is negative.
I hate my life, * * * who speaks? Who can keep you? It's a pity that life grows old in a hurry after several sad farewells. The most memorable thing is to talk by candlelight under the west window and listen to you talk about things in your hometown. I didn't expect this gathering to be so short. The Yangtze River is rolling, leaves are falling, and geese are moaning and flying away.
Yellow leaves are falling, and the autumn scene is so bleak. Listening to you say that you are leaving has added a lot of sadness to me-but if you want to go back to your hometown, it's better than living in a desolate temple in Beijing.
You came to Beijing to seek fame with gray hair, but you couldn't. Your children are thinking of you at home, and I have always been saddened by your poverty. It seems that talent and destiny always deviate from each other, regardless of ancient and modern times. Who can you tell about this resentment of unfair destiny? 3, drunk and left Beijing for the Song Dynasty: Su Shi's light clouds and micro-moons, and the second wine woke up the ship.
the lonely city looks back at the pale smoke. When you remember a song, you don't remember the season.
The towel fell on the rattan bed and slipped, and no one said anything about it. When will this life drift and rest? Home is in the southwest, often making a farewell to the southeast.
The clouds floated gently, and the moonlight was slightly bright. I woke up from drunkenness in the second watch and the ship just started to set out. Looking back at Jingkou, the lonely city has disappeared in the gray fog.
I remember singing and laughing while drinking, but I don't remember getting on the boat. After waking up, the headscarf was skewed, the fan fell, and the rattan bed was particularly delicate, and even the body was almost hanging.
when I wake up, there is no one to talk about the quietness in my dream. When will the wandering in this life stop? I live in Meishan in the southwest, but I often say goodbye to the southeast. 4, Mulan Ci, imitation of the ancient words, Cambodian friends in the Qing Dynasty: If Nalan Xingde's life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?
it's easy to change your mind, but it's easy to change your mind. Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears and rain will never complain.
what's more, if you're lucky and lucky, you'll be more willing than ever. Getting along with the right person should always be as sweet, warm, affectionate and happy as when we first met.
but you and I were supposed to love each other, but why did we leave each other today? Now it's easy to change your heart, but you say that it's easy to change your heart in the world. Just like Tang Minghuang and Yang Yuhuan, you and I swore an oath of life and death in the Palace of Eternal Life, but we finally made a farewell. Even so, we don't have any resentment.
But how can you compare with Tang Minghuang in those days? He always made a vow to make a pair of wings with Yang Yuhuan. 5, "From Beijing to Fengxian to recite 5 words" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu has been a monk so far, and he has endured the dust.
I was finally ashamed of the nest and the reason, and I failed to change my festival. The sky is overcast and eventful, and the guests send it at night.
if the frost is tight, the belt is broken, and the fingers cannot be tied straight. An old wife sends her to a different county, ten doors away from the snow.
who can ignore it for a long time and be hungry? When you get started, you will howl, and your youngest son will die of hunger.
I'd rather give up my grief, and the alley also sobbed. Being ashamed of being a father leads to death without food.
How can you bear to be buried in the dust when you are still poor and destitute? I'm really ashamed that I'm not floating in the world like Xu You and Chao Fu. Although I'm ashamed, I don't want to change my conduct. Dark clouds came down like mountains, and the streets were gloomy. I, a lonely guest, left the capital in the middle of the night.
I fell all over with frost and broke my belt. I tried to tie it, but my fingers were frozen stiff. My wife and children live in Fengxian, with no one to help them, and the wind and snow all over the sky separate the family from each other.
how can I ignore the poor life of freezing and starving for a long time? I went to visit this time just to share the difficulties. I heard crying when I entered the door. My little son has starved to death! How can I suppress my grief? My neighbors are sobbing and crying! I can't tell you how ashamed I am inside. A father can't support his children. 2. What are the ancient poems that describe a person's despair
1. Looking forward to the Tang Dynasty in spring: Du Fu's country is broken by mountains and rivers, and and spring comes green again to trees and grasses.
where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief. The war has lasted for more than half a year, the letter from home is rare, and a hundred and thousands of gold.
I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin, to hold the hairpins any more. Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang 'an city is densely covered with vegetation.
Being sentimental about state affairs can't help but make tears splash and birds sing, which only increases your sadness, so don't hate. The continuous war has lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home are rare. One letter is worth ten thousand taels of gold.
I'm worried, scratching my head and thinking, and my white hair is getting shorter and shorter, so it's almost impossible to insert my hair. 2, the hut was broken by the autumn wind. Tang Dynasty: Du Fu roared in August and autumn, and rolled up the triple grass on my house.
Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled on the outskirts of the river. The tall one hung a long forest tip, and the lower one floated to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction, openly carrying Mao into the bamboo.
I can't breathe when my lips are burning and my mouth is dry. When I come back, I sigh. In a moment, the wind will set the clouds and ink color, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
the cloth is as cold as iron for many years, and the charming child is lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rain feet are like hemp.
what's the point of getting wet after a long night? There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protects the world's poor people from all smiles, and the wind and rain are as calm as a mountain. Whoo! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, I will freeze to death alone! In late autumn in August, the wind howled and the wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof.
the thatched grass flew wildly, crossed Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch is wrapped around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch floats and sinks into ponds and depressions.
A group of children in Nancun bullied me for being old and weak, so they had the heart to be "thieves" to rob things face to face and ran into the bamboo forest with thatch in their arms without scruple. My lips are dry and I can't stop drinking. When I come back, I sigh alone on crutches.
After a while, the wind stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink. In late autumn, the sky was gloomy and misty, and gradually became dark. The cloth has been covered for years, cold and hard, like an iron plate.
The child's sleeping posture is not good, and the quilt is torn. When it rains, the roof leaks, and there is no dry place in the house. The rain on the roof keeps leaking down like hemp thread.
Since the Anshi Rebellion, I haven't slept much, and the nights are long. How can I stay till dawn? How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses, generally shelter the poor scholars in the world and make them smile, and the houses are unmoved in the wind and rain, as stable as mountains? Alas! When will such a towering house appear in front of me? By that time, even if my hut is blown by the autumn wind, I will die of cold myself willingly! 3, the stone moat Tang Dynasty: Du Fu threw himself into the stone moat village, and there were officials who caught people at night.
The old man walked over the wall and the old woman went out to watch. No matter how angry an official is, why should a woman cry?
after listening to the wife's speech, three men guarded Yecheng. One man attached a book, and two men died in battle.
those who survive drag out an ignoble existence, while the dead are long gone. There's no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson.
there's a granddaughter who hasn't gone, and there's no end to the dress. Although the old woman is weak, please come back from the official night.
it's better to prepare for the morning cooking if you are in a hurry to fight for the river. The night is long and silent, like crying and choking.
dawn is a bright future, and you should be alone with the old man. At dusk, I stayed in Shihao Village, and at night, officers came to force conscription.
The old man fled over the wall and the old woman went out to deal with it. The officers shouted so fiercely that the old woman cried so sadly.
I heard the old woman come forward and say, "My three sons are going to take part in the battle of Yecheng. One of the sons sent back a message saying that the other two sons had just died in battle.
Let the living live one day at a time, and the dead will never come back to life! Old woman, there is no one else in my family, only a little grandson who is nursing. Because of the little grandson, his mother hasn't left yet, but she doesn't even have a good dress in and out.
Although the old woman is old and weak, please allow me to follow you back to the camp overnight. Hurry to Heyang to apply, and you can also prepare breakfast for the troops. "
it's late at night, and the voice gradually disappears, and I vaguely hear a low and intermittent cry. After dawn, I continued on my way, only to say goodbye to the old man who returned home.
4. Climbing to the top of the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's wind was rushing in the sky and the apes were wailing, birds are flying homeward over the clear lake and white sand. The endless trees rustle the fallen leaves, the Yangtze river is not expected to roll in the Pentium.
I have come three thousand miles away. Sad now with autumn, and with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone. After going through hardships and bitter hatred, the white hair was full of hair, and the waning of the wine glass cup was suspended.
It is very sad for apes to crow in a windy day, and there are birds hovering on the river with clear water and white sand. The endless trees are rustling with fallen leaves, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in.
Sad to autumn scenery, I feel that Wan Li has been wandering for many years, and today he is alone on the high platform because of illness all his life. After all the hardships, the white hair was covered with temples, and the cup of sorrow was suspended.
5. Shu Xiang Tang Dynasty: Du Fu where is the temple of the famous Premier, in a deep pine grove near the City of Silk. With the green grass of spring colouring the steps, and birds chirping happily under the leaves.
the third summons weighted him with affairs of state, and to two generations he gave his true heart. (Frequently annoying: frequently) but before he could conquer, he was dead, and heroes have wept on their coats ever since.
Translation: Where can I find Zhuge Liang's ancestral temple in Wuhou? In the dense cypress forest outside Chengdu. The green grass reflected on the steps should reveal the spring scenery, and the orioles on the trees sang tactfully through the branches.
It was decided that the ancestors of the world had visited Mao Lu three times, and they were loyal to the founding of the two Dynasties and their succession. It's a pity that he died in the army before he started to attack Wei, which often made the heroes of past dynasties cry all over. 3. When a person is most down and out, what words can be used to describe
poverty, poverty, displacement, internal and external difficulties, begging for mercy
cattle clothes, weeping, penniless family, four walls
There are also the following idioms to describe the bleak life.
1. It's bleak everywhere: all you see are bleak and desolate scenes
2. Bitter wind and bitter rain: describe bad weather or miserable and desolate situation
3. Bitter rain and bitter wind: metaphor of miserable and desolate situation
4. Bitter wind and bitter rain: describe bad weather or metaphor of miserable and miserable situation
Sentence:
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2. Happiness has distant relatives in the deep mountains, but poverty has no close neighbors in the downtown area.
3. One day, my face will grow old, and I will not go. I can gently buckle my heart with the fragrance of plain ink, and the long talk is like a thousand years. There are my tea dancing between the lines, and there are even more sorrows of my homesickness and tears.
5. The pommel horse was neglected in front of the door, so that finally she gave herself as wife to a merchant.
6. The unbearable pressure made me go to the space of words again and again, tapping my inner feelings of depression and indignation with the keyboard, so I wanted to escape, leave quietly and taste those seemingly faded memories alone.
7. I don't know what it is like to miss you. Thinking is a sweet sadness and a painful expectation. Thinking is a happy melancholy and a sad helplessness. Missing you has become my daily necessity.
8. There is nothing for me to miss. Now I will leave at last. The pillow wet with tears is full of endless desolation. I dare not reach out and touch my pale face. Tears are dripping, and I can hear it dripping in the quiet night of winter.
9. Beautiful winter, flying memories and tender feelings of parting are still hard to let go of, so that all the thoughts are turned into beauty and carved into eternity, and every throb is full of soft feelings, full of fragrance.
1, the left eye is love, the right eye is resentment, love and resentment are intertwined, tangled with love, recalling familiar words, you can look through the scattered hair in your ear, and you can pull the memory with a few small marks.
11. Only when you are down and out can you understand how few people are willing to help you. Only when you are poorest can you understand that no matter how good feelings are, they can't compete with reality. People are not greedy for money but are afraid of suffering.
12. I've been to a plain and quiet life again. Even if the lake of feelings occasionally ripples again, it won't change the road I want to take, nor will it return to the intersection like before. Goodbye to those untouchable wounds, my love.
13. Being in an emotional vortex, I can't walk in or swim out. The more I try to hold on to it, the more exhausted I am. I want to leave smartly, but I can't let it go suddenly.
14. Looking back on the past and sighing at the present, I have a clean spring breeze and a white beard. 4. What are the poems describing the sadness and depression of life?
In August, when people are down and out, the high wind howls (háo), which rolls the triple (chóng) Mao Fei crossing the river and spreading it in the suburbs of the river. The highest one hangs the forest tip (juàn) long, and the lower one floats to the sinking pond depression (ao). <
Bai Juyi's charcoal seller
is covered with dust and fireworks, and his temples are grey and his fingers are black.
What can I do for money from selling charcoal? I have food in my mouth.
I am poor in my clothes, but I am worried about charcoal. I wish it would be cold.
I came to the city a foot of snow at night, and I drove a charcoal cart to run over the ice.
The cows were trapped and hungry, and I rested in the mud outside the south gate.
Who are the two riders? The emissary in yellow clothes is wearing a white shirt.
He put his hand on the paper and shouted at the cow and led it to the north.
A cart full of charcoal, weighing more than a thousand Jin, is a pity for the palace envoy.
Half a horse with a red silk is filled with charcoal.
It's lonely and cold.
The night is quiet and cold, and the grass is frightened. The lonely geese wail far away, and they look forward to the autumn moon and look forward to the future.
Dust and wine marks on their clothes
Who is like me when the dust is down and out (Song Zhang Lei's Two Poems of Sending Chao Ying)
2. How can I be down and out (Song Zhang Lei's Poems of Drinking in the Second Rhyme and Yuanming:)