Looking for a poem about the decline of the Qing Dynasty and the hardships of the people, and a poem about the things that some people in the Qing Dynasty still strive to pursue.

"Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai"

——Gong Zizhen of the Qing Dynasty

The sun is setting in the day when I am about to leave, and I chant my whip and point to the end of the world in the east.

The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.

"Picture of Fishing Alone on the Autumn River"

Wang Shizhen, Qing Dynasty

A coir, a straw hat, a small boat, a foot of silk fiber and an inch of hook.

One song and one drink, one person fishing alone in the river.

"On Poetry"

Zhao Yi, Qing Dynasty

Li Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, but they are no longer new.

Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years.

"Pair of Wine"

Qiu Jin of the Qing Dynasty

Spend a lot of money to buy a sword, and the mink fur can be exchanged for wine.

If you cherish it with passion and diligence, it will still turn into blue waves if you spill it.

Chen Zilong (Qing Dynasty)

Song of Three Continents

We saw each other off at Balingkou and boarded the boat with tears in our eyes. I don’t know why the water of the three rivers is diverted?

One of two poems to get up early in spring

Leaning alone on the railing facing the morning breeze, the stream is full of spring water to the east of the small bridge. Only then did I realize that I was in the Dream of Red Mansions last night, among thousands of peach blossom trees.

Four of ten quatrains in early summer

Man's clothes are covered with grass in the green courtyard, and the catkins will not fly with the waves. The good wind blows in the green fields, and the roses weep in the rain in the red building.

Yunzhongbianci Five of Five

Datong’s daughter Yan Ruhua learned the zither and pipa at the age of fifteen. Don't play a song in the middle of the night. The clear frost and bright moon will make you miss your home.

Crossing the Yishui

The swords rang in the box last night, and the tragic song of Yan and Zhao was the most unfair. The water is flowing, the clouds are green, and there is nowhere to send Jing Qing!

Gu Yanwu (Qing Dynasty)

"Gubeikou"

There are peanuts on Wuling Mountain, and the sound of springs flowing down the mountain. But I hate to meet Zhang Shaobao, and I still build a surrender city in Qinan.

"The first of the two songs under the plug"

The snow turns to dust beside Zhao Xin City, and the birds call for spring under Hegan Mountain. Now in March, the orioles are in full bloom, and they are like people in the dream of Jiangnan.

"The Lushe people have been living in Dongshan, Taihu Lake for thirty years, and sent this letter"

The jadeite is old and the friends are close, and the frost is haggard and the sweater is added. Ever since I arrived at Nanzhisu, I never turned back and flew north!

"Baixia"

The west wind and fallen leaves invade the Baixia, and I come here again. The clear moon is shining brightly on the base of the mountain in autumn, and the wild stars are burning in the cold forest at night.

Eternal rivers and mountains should have their owners, and they are looking for each other in pain every year. When I shed tears from the new pavilion, the water level of the river becomes ten feet deeper.

"The second rhyme of "Repaying Fu Chushi"

The Qingqie blows the stone bamboo raft frequently, and the poverty and sorrow are like driving a Ruan Sheng chariot. At that time, Han La's deceased ministers offered sacrifices, and their righteousness inspired Han Yu's old Prime Minister's family. The mausoleum is full of sorrow and returns to the sunset, and the rivers and mountains weep and bloom with spring flowers. The prime minister is a lover from the end of the world, so there is no need to take advantage of it and commit a crime.

"A Historian of Wangshan Mountain in the Rain"

Looking for the deserted path again, the mud washes away, and the road east of the valley entrance wall is not lost. People in thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are missing, and the soldiers of the Three Qin Dynasties are miserable. The old emerald greenery in Songyin is long and the floating courtyard is long, and the chrysanthemum core is about to shine in the early yellow. He laughs at himself and looks down on the old guests, riding alone on his horse in Guanxi.

"Reward Zhu Jianji Si Fu"

Things in the south of the Yangtze River have changed over the past ten years, and I have worked hard with you and returned home. I am worried about the defeat of the three armies at Jingkou, and sad about the ten-day siege of Yangzhou. The blue blood has not disappeared from the current battle fortress, and we meet the old military uniforms when we grow old. Zhu Hu in Tokyo is still young, so don’t sigh in front of him that he is declining.

"Autumn Willows"

The white flowers that used to be among the golden branches are now falling towards the horizon. There is no long march horse in the sky, and it is difficult for Ye Shao to hide and look for crows. When Duke Huan was old, he left the fortress again. He dismissed Tao Lingza and returned home. In the Linghe Hall of the Late Emperor's Jade Seat, the west wind sheds tears and the sun sets.

"Passing the Tomb of King Dong of Sulu"

The monument is inscribed by Bingkui in the distance, recalling the death of the favored emperor of the previous dynasty. There are Chinese people in the world who sweep and sweep, and every diligent poet stops at the wheel. The nine rivers are full of strong dragons and foxes, and the twelve desert cities are full of cranes. As soon as I got off the horse, I asked Tan Zi, the cloud birds in the Central Plains were in a state of mournful confusion

"Fenzhou Memorial to Wu Yan and Pan Zongzhang Erjie Shi"

The grass in the empty forest under the dew was broken, and there were mournful people paying tribute to pepper orchids in the wind. . The blood of the Jiao River turns into the deep blue of the spring, and the soul in the grass returns to the cold day. A generation of articles is destroyed by Zuo Ma, but a thousand years of benevolence and righteousness are in Wu Pan. The funerals of Wu Zhao and Yu were all scattered, and it was difficult to travel far to visit the suicide note.

Please accept it, I am so serious!