Year: Tang Author: Li photo
But the leaves are falling and covered with rotten grass.
When you are sick, you can't sweep away.
Anyone who wants to visit the clouds is fascinated by mountain roads.
It has nothing to do with the river, and the stone rings at night.
The sparse Woods are scattered with golden water drops through the oblique moon.
If you want to visit people at the bottom of the river, the road is poor and the water is blue.
But Ding and Tiosori.
Chai Men wind and rain, thousands of times.
If you want to know the old, the weak and the sick, Lai Qu will eventually disperse.
Helpless plum blossoms, full of rocks as light as snow.
Spring breeze never comes, it brings surprises to the season alone.
I want to see "Melancholy Heart" and "Flowers of Last Month".
Traveling in Wuyi, singing songs is the third of ten poems.
Year: Song Author: Xin Qiji
The jade girl sings in front of the mountain, and the smoke bun moves clear waves.
Tourists go to Fenglin at night, and the moon is full of empty mountains.
Long song line/long song line
Year: Tang Author: Changling Wang
In the wilderness, Hantai survived and wormwood roared.
Tie the horse to the poplar, but I am in my arms.
People in the same robe are old when they meet.
North of Hanjialing, south of Chang 'an Road.
There are dead roots under the tree, and there is a squirrel nest on the tree.
The descendants of Emperor Gao are exhausted, and no one will live for a thousand years.
Baoyu was found frequently, but the elves could do nothing.
Life needs life, and there is wine, Long song.
Haogehang
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
It will never end, last night, today and tomorrow.
Pale hair, sparse teeth, feeling less than 47 years old.
How many years have there been in the fifties? Look in the mirror and be at a loss.
There is no long rope to tie the sky, and there is no big doctor in Zhu Yan.
The situation in Zhu Yan is getting worse. Where is the fame in history?
If you want to stay young and rich, wealth will not be young.
Going back and forth is like a long river, flowing eastward to the sea without reply.
The virtuous, the foolish and the noble all return, and the tomb of Beimang is high and craggy.
In ancient times, I was not alone. I drank and sang before I died.
Yan Hui is short-lived and hungry. I have gained a lot today.
Fame and fortune must be on standby at any time, and you will know what to do if you don't come.
Antique fifteenth
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
Yan and Guo Kui.
Huang Jintai was built.
The play Fang Xin Zhao Zhi.
Zou Yan came back together.
How can I help you?
Abandon me like dust.
Zhuyu buys songs and laughs.
Dregs and talents.
I know Huang.
Wandering thousands of miles alone.
Question 2: A good answer to the question about how to do it in the poem.
Huanxisha Feng Yansi (Five Dynasties)
In spring, the door is clear and the willows are yellow, and an apricot comes out of the low wall, and Yingying doesn't dress up.
Embroidered curtains have been farewell to dreams, jade stoves are empty and lonely, and the red sun in the boudoir is not long.
Question 3: The sentence about helplessness seems to have met Yan's return and the small garden wandered alone.
Question 4: There are helpless poems: songs under the prompt.
Author: Xiang Yu
Pull up the mountain and share the anger with the world. Bad times never die. What can I do without dying? I'm afraid I'm afraid I can't do anything!
Question 5: How helpless, how helpless, how helpless ... What poem is it? what can I do? what can I do? It's raining cats and dogs today, it's raining cats and dogs I wish Li Gongshou a long life and many storms in his life.
Question 6: What's the significance of appreciating How to Live by He Nai?
Why should we consider it?
Helpless people ask helpless.
Naiheqiao sighed helplessly.
Why should we consider it?
Helpless, helpless, how helpless is life?
What if you take me under the Naihe Bridge?
Helpless, really helpless!
The past life is very helpless. What can you do in the future life?
If there is no helplessness in this life
Why care about suffering?
What is bitterness?
Question 7: I have no choice but to see each other. Li Yulin's flowers withered in spring, and she was in a hurry, but she had no choice but to come to the cold rain and the evening breeze. When you are drunk, you should be heavy. Natural people hate water when they grow up. Bai Juyi and Yayue have frequent trysts in the banquet garden, and the struggle has intensified. When he said this, he flew away for a while, frowning. Helpless, helpless, two hearts always stay. Yu Meiren, Feng Yansi, adjust parrots with jade hooks and bent columns, turn around and leave Chuntan. Yunping left the empty painting hall, and the cold in late spring was helpless and out of the wind. Swallows fly low in the curtains and dance in the mirror. I don't know who will wear a double knot tonight when the moon is bent. Jade pot sings Li Bai's martyr playing jade pot, cherishing the old age. Three cups of sword dance autumn moon, suddenly singing and crying. At the beginning of the phoenix, purple mud appeared, and the emperor called it a royal banquet. Praise the Lord for nine days, stir up red waves and green sages. Turn the dragon into a dragon and give coral a white jade whip. The world doesn't know that Dong Fangshuo, the great hidden Golden Gate, is a fallen fairy. Xi Shi Ying smiled and frowned, and the ugly girl was tired. Although the king loves moths and eyebrows, there is nothing he can do to kill people in the palace! Practice makes Li Yu quiet in the deep courtyard, empty in the small courtyard, intermittent cold anvil, intermittent wind. But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain. Fortunately, in the Northern Song Dynasty, He Zhu's light makeup was polymorphic and became more and more popular. I know Qin Xin has promised first, and I want to ask for a double belt. I still remember the painting hall, which was romantic, smiling and helpless. Facing the sleeping duck stove, in the fragrant screen, I am ashamed to untie the fragrant Luo. I haven't seen anything since I burned the lamp. On several occasions, with the profound meaning of Shuang Yan and Ding Ning, we hated the curtain. When shall we meet again? It's only spring, and people are always bored when they are free. Tired from sleep, there are flowers in the sky. There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Small courtyard incense trail wandering alone.
Question 8: How to describe the poem Helplessness?
1. I gave my heart to the moon, but the moon shone on the ditch!
2. Everything is wrong. Keep your eyes up and your eyebrows down. Raise your eyes, lower your eyebrows, and point to the silent tears.
The small building was easterly again last night, so my country couldn't bear to look back on the month.
4. Cochineal tears make people drunk and heavy, and natural people hate water when they grow up.
5. I want to talk to Yao Qin, but I have few intimate friends. Who will listen to a broken string?
6. once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.
7. Juck Zhang's leaves are rotten in Xiwan, and the lotus seeds are still in bloom. Dreams never leave the river, and people preach the phoenix mountain lang. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
8. I can't get rid of this situation, I can only frown but mind!
9. Who knows that in this life, my heart is in Tianshan and I am always in Cangzhou.
10. At that time, the bright moon was there, and the colorful clouds returned.
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12. Now, I know the taste of sadness, and I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.
13. The wind blows the sky, just smile, don't worry.
14. The mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.
15. Where do you synthesize sadness? Leave people's hearts to autumn.
16. Overlooking the river from Yokooka, I was worried about Wan Li in front of the Floating Life Hall.
17. Peaches and plums laugh at the festive season, and Noda wasteland is only sad.
18. If you keep cutting, you will still be confused. This is separation. Don't have a taste in my heart.
19. The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and blue tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away.
20. The whole world is muddy. I am alone. Everyone is drunk and I wake up alone.
2 1. Hua Lin thanked Chun Hong, but she was in a hurry and had no choice but to have a cold rain and a late breeze.
22. What's it like to twist the autumn heart into ashes? What's it like to lie down and watch the piano score, but for whom?
23. The cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river.
24. Microwave hates the sea, and the moon is heartless.
Question 9: Wen's poem "More Leaks" describes the helplessness of women.
Jade furnace incense, red wax tears, partial according to painting hall Qiu Si. The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.
The rain in Wu Tong, the rain in the middle of the night, is bitter without saying goodbye. Night after night, one after another, empty footsteps fall.
Wen "Jiangnan Dream"
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear. Broken-hearted Baipingzhou.
Fairy in Ning He
Spring is red at the mouth of the cave, and the fairy is sad. Why doesn't Ruanlang come back? Lazy to burn gold, careless to seal jade, running peach blossoms are intermittent.
Gu} "grumble"
Where do you throw people all night? Unique voice. The incense pavilion is covered, the eyebrows are gathered, and the moon will sink. Be patient and not look for each other? Resentment is lonely. For my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply.
Sun Guangxian's "Huanxisha"
Looking in the mirror, I was speechless and burst into tears. I've been lazy to comb my hair for a long time, and it's wet in spring.
Willow only knows that it hurts, apricot flowers should be ashamed, and tears touch the soul and break the sorrow.
Yan Rui's "Arithmetic Operator"
It's not love dust, it seems that my predecessor made a mistake. When flowers bloom, it is always the monarch of the East.
You have to leave, you have to live. If you get a mountain flower, Mo Wen will be a slave.
Dunhuang Quzi Ci "Looking at Jiangnan"
First, don't climb me, it's too wide. I am Liu Linchi, a native of Qujiang. This man broke that man's climb. Love for a while!
Similarly, the sky and the moon look like a cloud from a distance. The nights are getting longer and longer, and the wind is getting tighter and tighter, blowing away the clouds that circled the moon for slaves. Wind, please blow away the dark clouds on the edge of the moon and let it shine where my heart is broken.