1. Poems about the years
Author: Xi Murong
All the endings have been written
All the tears have been written Set off
But suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning it was
In that ancient summer that will never come back
No matter how I pursue it
When you were young, you just passed by like a cloud shadow
And your smiling face was very shallow
Gradually disappearing in the mist after sunset
Then I opened the yellowed title page
Fate had bound it extremely poorly
With tears in my eyes, I read it again and again
But I had to Admit it
Youth is a hasty book
At the age of forty-five at night
I suddenly thought of her young eyes
Thinking of that summer when she was sixteen
Walking slowly towards him from the hillside
The sun outside the forest was dazzling
And her dress was so Pure white
Still remember the hills full of tea trees
The sky full of floating clouds
And the sound of cicadas
In the silent and silent forest
I love tonight
Looking back at the mountain path from where I came
I realized that our days have passed
In a completely different way
Came and gone
The vision that was planned so passionately
So meticulously The blueprint has been drawn
The youth that I once longed for to appear
but never came
2. Youth Next Rain, heaven is closed [Editor's recommendation]
1. Early morning
A cold day
A cold rain
In the cold air
Walking those cold people
Cold weather
Cold rain
In the cold air
Counting how many cold people
2. Passers-by
Youth,
It can only be like this
Inadvertently, youth wins Extreme
And silent, like water floating on the water
Those who come and go without a trace are the most beautiful stories
The legends of the years,
When the story condenses into memory
The seal is sealed with an eternal label
3. Lake
The imagination of youth,
Dreams in the Garden of Paradise
Life is a magnificent garden
Love is the most beautiful rose
The future is blue and far away Sky
The rain in June and the drought in July
Sprinkled freely and roasted wantonly
The once pure and peaceful water surface
Alone
4. Today at nine o'clock
My poems
are still floating on the lotus leaves and shining brightly
Tears in the sky
Already beating on the ground
My people
Wandering outside the window of heaven
My God
Already sleeping on the top of the shackles of the clouds
5. It won’t be Don Quixote
Passing by heaven
I’m just passing by
It’s just me
Silence continues in the open space
Turned all the corners
Add an extra piece of clothing
Have a drink
Mouth spring water
Still alone
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Youth is as smiling as a flower, youth is as beautiful as a picture, youth is as unrestrained as a song. Youth is unwilling to be lonely, no matter what they do, they are full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm. This is the beauty of youth and the charm of youth.
The thoughts of youth are wild and unconstrained, and the actions of youth are ingenious. Give me a fulcrum and I can lift the earth. This is the arrogance of youth and the confidence of youth.
Youth doesn’t believe in tears. If you fall, you get up and pat the pain. If you fail, grit your teeth and start all over again. Even if you are covered with desolation, you must sing your life. This is the courage of youth and also The persistence of youth.
Youth does not need to be lonely, put my hand on your heart, hold my hand with your heart, one more friend and one more road. This is the sincerity of youth and the art of youth. 2. What are the poems about "Nianhua"?
The poems about "Nianhua" are as follows: 1. The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.
2. Only parrots can see it in the old days. Spring shirts once looked like pomegranate flowers. 3. Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die.
4. The years are gradually passing by the east wind, and the heart is broken in the west of Hongqiao Xiaoyuan. 5. Everything in the world is always like a spring dream, the sound of rain is mixed in the apricot blossoms.
Nianhua is a Chinese word, whose pinyin is nián huá. The meaning is year, age; years; time; spring; good time of year; year success.
The words come from the "Bamboo Stick Ode" written by Yu Xin of the Northern Zhou Dynasty: "Pan Yue's "Autumn Excitement", Ji Sheng was tired of traveling, Huan Tan was unhappy, Wu Zhi was worried, and they were all still young, and their appearance was early in autumn. "The specific definitions are as follows: 1. Year; age.
1. "Bamboo Stick Ode" by Yu Xin of the Northern Zhou Dynasty: "Pan Yue's "Autumn Excitement", Ji Sheng was tired of traveling, Huan Tan was unhappy, Wu Zhi was always worried, and all of them were still young, and their appearance was early in autumn." 2. The second chapter of "Lian Lian Ji" written by Anonymous of the Yuan Dynasty: "The years of struggle are in decline, and the courtiers have nothing to do.
"3. "Jade Scratching the Head·Dividing Responsibilities" by Li Yu of the Qing Dynasty: "I also know that my years are not young, my years are not young, but how can I be surrounded by crazy people and steal my wisdom." 4. Bing Xin's "Our Wife's Living Room": "Pang'er is not as plump as in the photo, and his waist is not as good as it was ten years ago." It’s so soft in the years.
"Second, years; time. 1. The poem "Leap Moon Sets the Four Seasons" by Xu Ji of the Tang Dynasty: "I suddenly feel that the years have changed, and I feel sorry for the late weather.
"2. The poem "Crossing the Qin Tower" by Zhou Bangyan of the Song Dynasty: "Sighing on the years, a person is thousands of miles away. , The dream sinks into the book. "3. Song Wang Yisun's "Fa Qu Xian Xian Yin·Jujing Pavilion Mei Ci Cao Window Rhyme" is green and green, slender and bright, and the ripples are clear and shallow.
The passing years are moving and quiet, and we meet again and again. 3. It’s called spring.
1. The poem "Spring Full of Huangzhou" by Zhang Sichu of the Tang Dynasty: "Where the years are good, the Huangzhou has a harmonious atmosphere. Shaoyang is latent in response to the rhythm, and the vegetation is dark to welcome the spring.
"2 , Tang Yanqian's poem "Spring View on Qujiang": "The beautiful apricots and peaches capture the sunset, and I enjoy visiting no temples for a long time." [1] Fourth, it refers to a good time of the year.
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3. What are the poems about "years"
1. "Jian Jia"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
If you are not able to defend yourself, how will the autumn wind blow.
For now the flowers are covered with snow, and a few leaves are sinking.
If the body is weak, the spring breeze will come early, and the bushes will grow long and have lots of dew at night.
After the rivers and lakes are falling, I am afraid that the years will be wasted.
Analysis: This poem expresses the poet's sadness that his ambition is hard to achieve and he cares about the people, fearing that his time will be fleeting.
2. "Dan Ge Xing"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The day is so short, and a hundred years of hardship are easy to fill.
The sky is vast, and the eons are endless.
Magu hangs her temples, half of which has turned into frost.
When God saw the beautiful girl, he laughed a thousand times.
I want to capture the six dragons, and I will hang the fusang on my carriage.
Beidou drinks fine wine, and persuades the dragons to drink wine.
Wealth and honor are undesirable, and make people look good.
Analysis: This poem laments the shortness of life, expresses the cherishment of time and the desire to make achievements.
3. "Huanxisha·Snowy chin and frosty beard are not alarmed"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The colorful flowers are very strange, which means that there is an early spring. Because I wrote two poems, I sent them to Yuan Gongji
The snowy chin and frosty beard are not frightened. More colors will be sent out in spring. I have already shed my shameful face before I am drunk.
Don’t sing yellow chicken with white hair, and call Zhang Zhang and Brother Yin. Someone goes back and wants to be with you.
Analysis: This poem expresses the poet's best wishes to his friends. At the same time, he also tells himself not to lament that time is fleeting, but to enjoy himself in time.
4. "Inscribed on Zhulin Temple"
Tang Dynasty: Zhu Fang
As time passes by, there are many hazes here.
The Yinqin Bamboo Forest Temple must be visited several times!
Analysis: It expresses the poet's emotion about the changing of things and the passing of time.
5. "Ti Chanyuan"
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
The gong boat is 100% empty, and the youth of ten years old is worthy of justice.
Today, by the side of the Zen couch with silk hair on the temples, tea smoke is falling lightly in the flower breeze.
Analysis: This poem expresses the poet's regret for the passing of time when he was young and had nothing to do.
Reference materials
Ancient Poetry Website: http://so.gushiwen.org/type.aspx?p=1amp; t=E697B6E997B4 4. Poems about time
1. The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows.
2. There are hundreds of beauties in the world, but you are the only one I love.
3. Life can be full of joy and death without regrets.
4. Build up the eternal love and crush the deep lovesickness.
5. The river is lonely, with dark green on both sides, and your figure is standing everywhere.
6. The aura of melancholy and clear distance is a distant and untouchable sadness, like a faint cloud and a lonely moon, which can only look into the distance of the sky.
7. The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.
Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely.
8. All kinds of stories are nothing more than love hurts; when people pass by the water, the bright moon is like frost.
9. Use my three lives of fireworks to exchange your confusion for a lifetime.
10. I am young and my time is wasted.
11. The street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You turn on the light and look back. 5. Poems about the December 9th Movement
Here are some examples for your reference:
Poetry in memory of the 129th Movement
Tonight.
Turning over the seventy-five historical title pages
You should remember those turbulent years with the biting wind
Following the precarious red track
One A kind of cry like an iron horse
began to sprout around my eardrums
The sky at that time had not awakened
The land at that time was full of scars
At that time, only numbness remained on the face
Wandering on the edge of national subjugation and annihilation
Are you alive? Die? And yeah? Fight?
My most beloved brothers and sisters
With a pioneering attitude and a tragic and heroic breath
Inquiring into the soul
From Peking From Tianjin, from the Northeast
From the young heart
A nightlong thunder burst out
Pierced countless blazing chests
No People who are willing to be slaves
Get up - get up - stand up
You can see the magma rushing underground
The eternal oath is sonorous: Give me back Rivers and mountains
In this country where the sun rises
A pious baptism of blood and fire
Sublimation! ! !
Forging the rustling sword with majesty
Forging a towering monument with green blood 6. What are the poems that describe the years
"Crying in the Night" by Li Yu
The flowers in the forest have faded the spring red. It’s too hasty. Helpless, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. Rouge tears leave people drunk. When will it be heavy? Since life grows, one hates water and flows eastward.
Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower"
People in the past have taken the Yellow Crane to leave, leaving the Yellow Crane Tower empty here. Once the Yellow Crane is gone, it will never return. The white clouds are empty for thousands of years.
I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes, and I advise you to cherish your youth. ——Du Qiuniang's "Golden Threaded Clothes"
When singing during the day, you need to indulge in alcohol. Youth is a good companion for returning home. —— Du Fu "Wen Guanjun Takes Henan and Hebei"
"Long Song Xing"
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Lu Ji
Passed away by the sun, how sad it is Obitochi River.
The sundial does not stop even if there is an inch of yin, how can a foot wave spin in vain?
The year goes by swiftly and powerfully, and the time comes by the sharp string.
In the long term, there is little to gain, and the surplus is guaranteed to be complete.
Rong Hua spent his whole life and donated his body and soul.
Now that things cannot stop, my life will be extended.
The passing away is about to pass, and it will take a few seconds.
There is no need to complain about generosity, God is good and natural.
But I hate the lack of fame and lack of publicity in books and silk.
As the year approaches, long songs take advantage of my leisure time.
"Dan Ge Xing"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian
When a person is born, the sun begins to rise. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain quickly. Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years,
The night will be strong for half a day. Singing and dancing must be done early. Yesterday is better than today.
People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don’t know that men and women make people grow old. Short song line, no music.
"Song of Tomorrow"
Ming Dynasty: Qian Fu
Tomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows.
I live to wait for tomorrow, everything will be wasted.
"Good Times·The bun is more suitable for the palace style"
Tang Dynasty: Li Longji
The bun is more suitable for the palace style, with a lotus face and a tender body. fragrant. The eyebrows do not need to be opened and painted, and the temples are long according to the teachings of heaven.
Don’t rely on the beauty of the country to marry someone who has a lover. When we were young, we should not miss the good times.
"Jiang Chengzi·Xicheng Willows Make Spring Soft"
Song Dynasty Qin Guan
Xicheng Willows make spring soft, moving away from sorrow, tears are hard to hold back. I still remember how passionate I was and how I once returned to the boat. What happened that day at Biye Zhuqiao was that no one was seen and the water flowed empty.
Time is not reserved for young people, hate is long, when will you rest? When the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, I climb up the stairs.
Then the spring river is full of tears, endless flow, and a lot of sorrow. 7. Who has poems about 129
Tonight. Turning over the sixty-seven historical title pages
You should remember those turbulent years with the biting wind
Following the swaying red track
One A kind of cry like an iron horse
began to sprout around my eardrums
The sky at that time had not awakened
The land at that time was full of scars
At that time, only numbness remained on the face
Wandering on the edge of national subjugation and annihilation
Are you alive? Die? And yeah? Fight?
My most beloved brothers and sisters
With a pioneering attitude and a tragic and heroic breath
Inquiring into the soul
From Peking From Tianjin, from the Northeast
From the young heart
A nightlong thunder burst out
Pierced countless blazing chests
No People who are willing to be slaves
Get up - get up - stand up
You can see the magma rushing underground
The eternal oath is clear: Give me back Rivers and mountains
In this country where the sun rises
A pious baptism of blood and fire
Sublimation! ! !
Forge the rustling sword with majesty
Forge a towering monument with green blood
Desperate ①
What do you want in the long night?
It is still too late for Yinhan to hang his head.
Scratching one's head and wandering around increases the sense of guilt,
The heart is determined and determined to hesitate.
Safety and danger are not part of the present plan.
Blood and tears will destroy this place.
Don’t say that the journey is difficult and the days are far away.
The cock crows and the morning light appears in the corner of the forest. 8. Poems about the years
There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past.
From Li Shangyin's "Jin Se" reading and interpretation, the Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past. Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
Interpretations of this poem are mainly divided into two categories: one is that it is a poem in mourning for his wife Wang, with the first couplet being "Scenery", and seeing a plain girl playing five The ten-string harp touches the scene and evokes emotions; the second couplet is a metaphor, borrowing Zhuang Zhou's transformation of a butterfly, and the cuckoo's cry of blood to compare the death of his wife; the third couplet is "illusion", for which pearls shed tears and precious jade is sad; the last couplet is "feelings" ", the love has passed away, and the memory is also in a state of confusion! The second is that this is the poet's recollection of the past years. The first couplet is "Qi", which uses the metaphor of fifty strings to metaphorically describe the fifty years of life; the second couplet is a metaphor for "Cheng", which means that life will come to an end without realizing it. ; The third couplet is "Zhuan", using bright jewels and jade as a metaphor for one's talents; the last couplet is "Head", time makes people grow old, and everything is in vain! I don’t quite agree with the above two interpretations. I will write down my feelings here and discuss them with friends who are interested. Please give me your advice. I think that in order to understand the true meaning of a poem, we must first find the key point of the poem.
The true meaning of this poem is naturally found in the last two sentences, "This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time." These two sentences show the poet's recollection of the passing years, but they are full of helplessness and loss! But what is the poet reminiscing about? What are you feeling helpless about? Then we need to analyze the previous foreshadowing in detail.
The first couplet is "Fifty strings of a brocade harp without any reason, one string and one column remembering the Chinese years." The ancient harp strings were fifty, and later evolved into twenty-five. This is an ancient system. The fifty here is actually just an imaginary number. There is no need to verify whether it is really fifty.
Unprovoked, originally means no reason, no reason.
Hua Nian originally means the good time, that is, the time of youth.
I think this should refer to many past events that happened in the past years. This passage uses the symbol of fifty strings to describe the past events in life over the past few years, "Jinse, why are you fifty strings? Each string is like an event that happened in the past. Whether you like it or not, you must keep it together." I meet you every now and then and pass you by."
The second couplet is "Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies at dawn, and looked at the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos." The story of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterflies can be found in "Zhuangzi·Equality of Things": "In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and they were lifelike butterflies. ... When he wakes up, he is like Zhou Ye.
I don’t know that Zhou’s dream is a butterfly, and the butterfly’s dream is Zhou. “That is, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of becoming a butterfly, but when he woke up, he found that he was still Zhuang Zhou. I don’t know if I dreamed of the butterfly, or if the butterfly dreamed of me. The legend of Emperor Wang can be found in "Huanyu Ji": "Du Yu, king of Shu, was named Emperor Wang. Later, he died because of his Zen position and became Zigui."
Emperor Wang was the legendary monarch of Shu in the late Zhou Dynasty, named Du Yu. Later, the Zen position retired. Unfortunately, the country was destroyed and the body died. After death, the soul turned into a bird. In late spring, it cried bitterly, and the mouth bleeds. The sound was sad and sad, touching the heart, and was named cuckoo.
Here Zhuang Zhou’s butterfly is used to describe the impermanence of the world and life as a dream! The cuckoo's cry of blood is a metaphor for the loss in one's life, and the cuckoo's cry of blood expresses the depression in one's heart. The whole paragraph should be understood as: "Everything in the world is unpredictable, life is like a dream, I cry to the sky, why is fate treating me so unfairly"! The triptych "The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in the blue field is warm and the jade produces smoke." Pearls are born in clams, and clams live in the sea. Whenever the moon is bright and the night is quiet, the clam opens to the moon to nourish its pearls. When the pearls get the moonlight, they begin to shine brightly. ….
Why did Zhu cry? Just because on this moonlit night, I should have absorbed the essence of the bright moon in the vast sea, but now I have been reduced to a plaything in the hands of mortal people. How can I not shed tears when I touch the scene? Dai Shulun once said: "The beautiful scenery of poets, such as the warm sun in Lantian, and the smoke produced by good jade, can be expected but not placed in front of the eyebrows." Although good jade produces smoke to show people, but the common people do not see it; the southeast of Lantian, Shaanxi, is famous A place where jade is produced, this place should be added just for the sake of combat.
This paragraph describes the poet's frustration when his talent is not appreciated. I am a pearl, I should absorb the essence of the bright moon and dazzle the world, but now I have fallen into the hands of ordinary people and have no choice but to grow old. Although I also try my best to " Shengyan" shows her talent, but no one recognizes it, which is a pity! The last couplet "This feeling can be recalled, but it was already lost at that time". The finishing touch is that "this feeling" echoes the "Hua Nian" in the first sentence, revealing the meaning of the whole poem. Life is short, and when you are about to grow old, When I think about all the experiences I have had, I can’t help but feel sad. In the confusion, time flies by. Although I am talented and fight hard, the result is in vain. No one can appreciate me. I can only look up to the sky and sigh.
Everything is over, what else can be done? Only as a memory. But at this time, my heart was full of melancholy, so I wrote a poem to express it! An overview of the whole poem, combined with Li Shangyin's life experience, he had a unique talent but was inexplicably involved in the partisan struggle between Niu and Li, and was finally useless to the world.
From the expectations when you are looking for an official position, to the confusion and grief when you are trapped in the quagmire of party disputes and can't extricate yourself, and even the regret when you can't escape, these are vividly expressed in the poem. So I think this poem should be Li Shangyin using the title Jinse to express his understanding and emotion about the social life at that time that he could see after decades of official career.
9. Poems about the 129 Movement
Poetry: Reflection on 129
Like an erupting volcano
They once shook the land
Raise your arms The lingering sound of the shouting
Still like the midnight mountain wind
Sweeping up the dreams of future generations
The ebb and flow
Burning Passion
Give to gloom and silence
A ray of starlight
There is also a lot of noise
Helpless
Flowers fall In the sunset
Deja vu
Return of Fei Yannan
Reincarnation of the past and present
There are only a few more pages in the history book
When gold coins crush morality
Desire crushes sanctity
Some people are eager to reshape that
chivalrous ideal
With a A copy of the belief
Running around and shouting innocently
What I hold on to
is a lament
Anyone
Greatness cannot be achieved by imitation
Any greatness
will be distorted by blind action
In the rushing river
Only the sail of reason
can sail far
Green lantern, scroll
Read all the vicissitudes of history
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Bitter tea, ink brush
Make a difference in the world
This is unchanged for thousands of years
The legend of the monument - commemorating the December 9th Movement
Tonight. Turning over the sixty-seven historical title pages
You should remember those turbulent years with the biting wind
Following the swaying red track
One A kind of cry like an iron horse
began to sprout around my eardrums
The sky at that time had not awakened
The land at that time was full of scars
At that time, only numbness remained on the face
Wandering on the edge of national subjugation and annihilation
Are you alive? Die? And yeah? Fight?
My most beloved brothers and sisters
With a pioneering attitude and a tragic and heroic breath
Inquiring into the soul
From Peking From Tianjin, from the Northeast
From the young heart
A nightlong thunder burst out
Pierced countless blazing chests
No People who are willing to be slaves
Get up - get up - stand up
You can see the magma rushing underground
The eternal oath is sonorous: Give me back Rivers and mountains
In this country where the sun rises
A pious baptism of blood and fire
Sublimation! ! !
Forge the rustling sword with majesty
Forge a towering monument with green blood