Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
This word has a great influence, and it is one of the "Ten Famous Songs of Song and Jin Dynasties" widely circulated in Song and Yuan Dynasties. Every word of the poem leaves no trace, the scenery is straightforward and natural, the scene is vivid, the connection is elegant and calm, the scene is mixed, and the meaning is profound, expressing the true feelings of lovers when they say goodbye, which is touching. It can be called a masterpiece handed down through the ages, and it is also a masterpiece of Liu Ci and graceful Ci.
2. Have you ever heard or read a poem or lyric that touches your heartstrings most? What words are hard to find, love is hard to find, hate is hard to disappear, dreams are hard to stay, and life is always unsatisfactory.
Pursuing fame and gain, contending for spring and autumn, and complaining about others, who ever turned back the years.
Life is a river, and it will never stop flowing for anyone.
How many people can really see through emotions?
Dependence, congenial, loved one, it is difficult to be together, and many people have been pursuing it all their lives.
Say grudges, troubles, vicissitudes, and rest, at least we all have.
Life is like a river, and no one will go backwards.
Sorrow and sadness, if you see through it, it's nothing.
Some people call this life! When one door closes, another door always opens for us.
Thank you for lighting the lights all the way for me, so that my journey once had a wonderful moment of eternity.
That ancient poem touched my heart. When it comes to poetry, people will immediately associate it with the beautiful autumn scenery in Tianjin, Qiu Si.
"The old vine is a faint crow, the small bridge is flowing, the old road is thin and the horse is setting, and there are no heartbroken people in the world." The ancient road, an ancient road, extends to the depths of history, reminding me of the vicissitudes of thorns covered with snow.
Reading the ancient road is equivalent to reading a thick history. It is a long mark left by years.
Running horses improved the language of poetry. The uneven road and the flat wind sang poetry.
The ancient road not only leads to distant history, but also goes deeper into the heart of a thin horse and explores ancient homesickness. The ancient road is a long ribbon left between lovers, full of emotional language, talking in the sound of wheels.
The ancient road is a river, reflecting the sun and Yun Ni, the joys and sorrows of love, and the vicissitudes of life that have been disturbed one after another. It is a sigh left by the poet, a long and helpless sigh, a graceful note that warns people to cherish the present, and a chord. The west wind makes a wild goose sing, accompanied by the cold west wind, blowing the dead branches of autumn geese.
The west wind roars alone outdoors, and its all-pervasive skills are defeated in front of the mud wall of the farmer. The days are getting deeper and the west wind is getting stronger and stronger.
He parted the gathering dusk with one hand, wrapped his thin clothes with the other, and stared at the distance with deep eyes. In the arrogant west wind, the horn of spring sounded vaguely.
He is full of energy, riding and running, and his bright eyes emit two blazing lights. The thin horse came to Ma Zhiyuan's poem "Da Da Da", which made me fly a comfortable dream.
How far the weeds have spread, I met the thin horse unexpectedly today. Chasing what? Refuse to give up, limping non-stop posture.
What about the heart? Is it soaked by the wind and rain? The road has become endless and the future is long. Which station did you leave from? The only direction has become irretrievable dislocation.
Since then, that blunt official document, or a warm letter from home, has become a suspense that never follows. Which god of war are you? A sniper shot makes you lose your heroic temperament, and the collapse of life makes you unable to return to the true colors of life.
Are you a loser left behind by history, or an impassioned warrior running at the forefront of the times? The thin horse said nothing, and walked his own loneliness as always. Its memory contains the beauty of spring and peach blossom.
In front of it, there is a call, which is a rich expectation of its life. The thin horse walks in the melancholy picture of the autumn wind blowing down the sunset.
The same thin traveler can't help screaming. The ancient road is empty.
The road, the wind and the horses are magnificent. They are always telling the poet's anguish and helplessness, as well as his yearning for his hometown.
Therefore, this poem resonated with me.