Poems about people who understand me

1. Who can understand my poems

Ballads of the Tang Dynasty

"You were born before I was born, and I was already old after you were born"

You were born before I was born, but I was already old after you were born.

You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.

You were born before I was born, but I was born before you were old.

I wish I could live at the same time, but I will be with you every day.

I was born before you were born, but you were born before I was old.

I am far away from you, but you are separated from me by the corner of the ocean.

I was born before you were born, but you were born before I was old.

I turn into a butterfly to find flowers, and roost on the grass every night.

"Bu Shuzi" Li Zhiyi

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.

I miss you every day, but I don’t see you. I drink water from the Yangtze River.

When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end?

I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love. "Yan Qiu Ci"

Yuan Haowen

Asking what love is in the world, he directly teaches the promise of life and death.

Traveling all over the world, Lao Wing has been experiencing the cold and heat several times.

Happiness is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more idiotic children in it.

You should say something, the clouds are thousands of miles away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains, only the shadow is going to whom.

On Hengfen Road, the loneliness was like the flute and drum, and the desolate smoke was still plain.

How come the ghosts of the mountains cry secretly in the wind and rain?

The sky is also jealous, and if you don’t believe it, the birds and swallows will all turn into dust.

For thousands of years, in order to entertain the scholar, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu. 2. What are some of my poems that others don’t understand?

If life is just like the first meeting, what’s the matter with the West Wind Sad Painting Fan. If the mind is at ease, the land will be spacious even if it is limited.

The heart is like a fetter, even though the world is wide, it is still bound.

2. I am young and my time is spent.

3. The long street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You turn on the light to look back; the short pavilion is short and the world is rolling around, so I sigh again.

4. Who made the string break in the end, and the flowers fell on the shoulders, in a trance.

5. How many beauties are haggard, how many lovesicknesses are broken, but only the blood is left to stain the ink and cry in the grave.

6. The vast land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.

7. Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will be reincarnated for your smile.

8. I send you a song, no matter where you are at the end of the song.

9. Who burns the smoke and disperses the vertical and horizontal ties.

10. Listen to the broken string and cut off the three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.

11. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. I am happy but you don’t know it.

12. Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The overthrow of the country is the homeland. Ling Ling refused to play, and her shadow was startling.

13. In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves that would captivate the city and the country.

14. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

15. Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die.

16. The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows.

17. The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.

18. Like a beautiful family, the years pass by like a fleeting time. You can’t go back to the past, but you can’t go back to the beginning.

19. Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely.

20. This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

21. As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.

22. It seems that these stars are not like last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.

23. Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles in a lonely tomb, with nowhere to talk about desolation.

24. Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea.

25. Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

26. Fenghua is like quicksand, and old age is like a period of time.

27. Mountains and rivers are handed over, and I smile for you.

28. A few moments of lamentation and joys and sorrows, it’s ridiculous that my fate is decided by nature.

29. After passing by, I dream back to the edge of the winding river, watching the fireworks bloom and the full moon.

30. The fog cleared and I woke up from the dream. I finally saw the reality, which was the silence after thousands of sails had passed.

31. At the two ends of life, we stand on the shore of each other.

32. Destiny gathers and dissipates like water, carrying the world on its back, just for a word, waiting for the next meeting.

33. Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and rivers stretch for generations; just like in my heart, you have never left or changed.

34. That’s it, the mountains and rivers will never meet again.

35. If you don’t look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why make an oath? Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace. Tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger.

36. The heart is slightly moved, but the love is far away. Things are not the same, people are not the same, everything is different, and the past cannot be pursued.

37. Maybe it was the marriage in the previous life, or maybe it was the fate in the next life. Meeting each other in this life by mistake only adds to a fruitless grudge.

38. Use my three lives of fireworks to exchange your confusion for the rest of your life.

39. Always born in unexpected years. Looking back to the other side. Even though the scene of discovery is long.

40. There is a kind of forbearance that actually contains a kind of power, and there is a kind of silence that is actually a shocking confession.

41. Just looking back at you makes me miss you.

42. Raise a glass and get drunk alone. After drinking the snow, you will feel confused and one year old.

43. Turn around, a wisp of cold fragrance is far away, the passing snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Would you like to save me in the next life?

44. One flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a lifetime for one person.

45. The fate of the world is always like water, and tears are rarely needed. How can we spend a lifetime of love? Don't be sentimental, for love will hurt yourself.

47. Whoever accepts someone’s calamity becomes someone’s obsession.

49. If life were just like the first time we met, then it would just be ordinary.

50. There is a tiger in your heart and you smell the roses carefully. After the feast, there were tears.

Cigarettes are floating in the air, and this is the most prosperous scene in the world of mortals. It makes people intoxicated and sinking into unconsciousness. The waves of light from ten miles away are shining on each other, and the music and songs are flying up to the waist of the jade building.

The country has fallen, the hegemony has ceased, and the ideals have turned into ashes with the wind, like the wormwood in late autumn, shaking the barren and yellow leaves and mocking the past oaths.

I don’t know the origin of my love, but my love is deep

I have always had a shallow relationship, but my love is deep 3. Poems to describe others who don’t understand me

1. Those who know me say that I am worried , If you don’t know me, what do you want from me? ——Li Tao "Climbing the High Hill and Looking at the Far Sea"

Definition: People who can understand me say that I am sad in my heart. People who cannot understand me ask me what I seek.

2. The whole world is turbid but I am alone in the clear; everyone is drunk but I am alone in being sober. ——"Chu Ci·Fisherman"

Interpretation: Everyone in this world is filthy, but I am the only one who is innocent. Everyone is addicted to the superficial peace, but I am the only one who is awake.

3. I originally set my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch. ——Gao Ming's "Pipa Chronicles"

Explanation: I originally yearned for the bright moon, but unfortunately the bright moon just shined into the ditch.

4. There are few close friends, and no one will listen if the string is broken. ——Yue Fei's "Xiaochhong Mountain·The cicadas couldn't stop singing last night in the cold weather"

Interpretation: It's a pity that there are too few close friends. Who will know if the string is broken?

5. Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others because they can’t see through it.

——Tang Yin "Song of Peach Blossom Temple"

Definition: When others laugh at you, you are stupid and crazy, but when you laugh at others, they cannot understand your intention. 4. What are the sentences that express "Who will understand me?"

1. Who in the world understands my heart.

2. The other shore is withering, who understands the sadness in my heart?

3. Who knows how long my heart is, who knows that my tears flow when I want to speak.

4. Who is in my heart, and whose heart am I in? Who understands the pain of no solution?

5. Even if I am so ruthless and unrighteous, who in the world can understand my heart?

6. The leaves fall and dance lightly. Who understands the sadness in my heart.

7. Who understands how mediocre my heart is? No need to tell or ask anyone to understand.

8. You are not in my heart, but you are in my heart. You are not hurt by me, but you hurt me.

9. Those who know my heart tell me that I am worried. Those who don’t know me can’t tell you what I want.

10. When the mind is pure, when will the Tathagata not be seen? Where my heart is pure, there is no place other than the Western Heaven.

11. In one sentence, I can understand your heart. A person who understands my heart.

12. My heart is so fragile that I cannot change it. My heart is so powerful that I can't take it away.

13. I understand your heart, but who else understands my heart?

14. As time goes by, things and people change. How do you know who I am? Who understands my heart. The ideal is full and the reality is skinny. this is life!

15. In the eyes of some people, I seem to be a solitary beast, but who knows the sensitivity and tenderness of smelling roses in my heart. 5. When I wake up from the dream, the person who understands me is gone.

When I wake up from the dream, the person who understands me is gone. It doesn't belong to me. My enthusiasm is replaced by your indifference. My heart is filled with despair and I am still tortured mercilessly by you. I don't want to enter your life because I am happy in my own space. I no longer believe in you.

Drinking strong wine, the empty cup falls, leaving the heart, who is calling, stopped. Thousands of miles away, it's a lonely night, admiring the bright moon, no one is watching, it's broken.

Reminiscing about the past, leaving behind bits and pieces, separated from the human voice, broken and sad, I woke up. When did you break into my dream? The disturbance of passers-by made me aware of your arrival. Listen carefully, it is the rain falling into my dream, it is the sound of rain.

Unfortunately, I have woken up from my dream. Then you might as well stand under the rain, get soaked in it, and listen.

Although it is no longer the rain in the dream, but the coolness of the rain is unexpected. The morning glory is blooming, holding the stars and climbing up to the window sill. But the night is full of tears. How can I bear to pick it? Your most beautiful appearance is in my scenery. Now it is untouchable. In silence, the robin's chirping wakes me up, waiting for reality. We are so stupid that many things can only be understood after pain.

Dreams are just as confusing. Only after you wake up will you realize how good it is to live in a dream. But you don’t know that after you wake up from the dream, you will have to go back to life. In this way, you will forget the dream. Forgot that blurry dream from now on.

.When I woke up from the dream, I was just confused. You left, the weather became colder, but my heart was broken! Inscription: The beauty of the past is mottled in my heart, and the beautiful pictures painted push the sleeping dreams into the abyss of darkness again and again. The tearful eyes are lingering on the edge of the dream, recalling the darkness that cannot see the edge, and the fragmentary notes.

The east wind blows, the east wind blows, gently, softly, softly. Blowing green grass, blowing open flowers, blowing swallows, blowing awake frogs.

Walking in the dance of spring, facing the wings of butterflies, smelling the fragrance of flowers and the smell of earth. Roll a few times in the grass, shout a few times in the mountains and fields, open.

The rain stopped, my thoughts dispersed, and the wind blew up, and I woke up from my dream. I woke up from the fog of fantasy all day long. It was very quiet, adding a layer of color, and it seemed so euphemistic and elegant. The light fragrance The lingering loneliness in my heart follows the fragrance of your hair in the wind and comes to a familiar coffee shop, pretending not to see it, even though it is still silent. 1 I was wearing a white gauze skirt and standing on the endless grassland. The sky was gray and there was no one around me.

I started running desperately, my skirt flying like a butterfly behind me. I was afraid, afraid of this deserted grassland, afraid that I was the only one in the world. Running, running, me. The late autumn rain, with a bit of coldness, floats lightly.

The warmth of the spring rain is gone, and the crispness of the summer rain is gone. It falls continuously and unscrupulously. I lost my mood and was filled with longing.

I stood in front of the window, looking at the silky rain curtain, accompanied by the autumn wind drawing white lines. The night slowly sinks into the sky. Without the moon, it looks extra deep. The fog is unbearable and the loneliness is overwhelming. The whole Zhijiang marshalling station is still busy. The searchlight is gone. The brightness of the past is replaced by a bit of dimness. Train after train. Qi was slowly exiled on the hump and was dismembered after a while.

At around 5 o'clock, I was awakened by a nightmare, and selfishly called him to wake him up. Publication date: 2012-10-04 At around 45 o'clock, I was awakened by a nightmare and selfishly called him to wake him up.

Don’t be afraid, I’m here. Go to sleep. I'll wait until you fall asleep before hanging up the phone.

After half an hour, neither of us made a sound. We thought he had fallen asleep too. When the voice on the phone came, I wanted to hang up. Have a sweet dream. I am next to the phone. When you wake up from the dream, let your heart calm down and forget the bitter mood on your face. How often did you have to murmur loudly in your ears again? With the mottled moonlight, you can think about one's loneliness alone. I remember that evening when you let go of me. He turned his head wordlessly and his ruthless footsteps were in my sight.

Some people say: Loneliness is a drop of tears filled with nostalgia, reflected in the shadow of the waning moon, casting a sleepless night thinking about it all night long. After all, if you can't sleep, why should the whole night be like a long sleep? If you can't sleep, it becomes a memory. In fact, there is nothing wrong with memories. Childhood, worries, moonlight, and candlelight are all intertwined in memories.

[Original] The spring breeze blows away the sorrows of the past. The spring rain blown by the spring breeze is mixed with the smell of spring mud. It is the first breath of spring air I breathed after opening the door! Looking down, I noticed a little bit of spring green on the ground. Another spring season is coming.

It makes my spring heart a little restless! A year's plan. The warm wind blows the blooming eyes, the rustling rain breaks the dream of the tree, and the spring wakes up the sleepiness of the winter, but the spring flowers are still there, and the old friend no longer comes.

You told me to wait, and I waited; I waited, but you suddenly gave up. How much I love you is not invisible to you. But you trampled on me and treated me like a joke. You treated me mercilessly and closed my heart. I don’t hate you, I hate myself. I hate myself. Why did I choose you in the first place? Was I blind then? Now I am .

Text to myself Dear self, it’s time to wake up. You have done too many meaningless struggles, too many ridiculous things, too many blind decisions, and missed too much original happiness, too much quiet life, and too many rational choices.

From now on, please seriously forget everything you have done. A friend said: Having someone who makes you sad is a blessing.

After meeting you, I spent all the time during the day weaving my own dreams. In the dead of night, I quietly counted every word I said to you during the day. The night wind came and it was so cold.

I woke up from my dream. I woke up when I should have been asleep.

The winter night is long, the streets are deep, the sounds of silence are boring, the wind chimes are touching the curtains, gently caressing the swaying mood, and the sparse shadows are gradually becoming darker.

Looking from a distance through the rolling curtain, a full moon appears on the roof of the building. The Hongji on the moon disappears and the graceful emotions are blurred. A touch of the sun is covered by a round black shadow, and the sky is dark, which is instantly beautiful. Promise.

The silence in the first courtyard is probably also tranquility because the earth is sleeping. Obsessed with the distance of clear water and green mountains, sniffing the mellow taste of fine wine and jade dew, dripping with drunkenness, whispering, the ding-dong of the broken stream, pouring out the overflowing moonlight, adhering to all this time and space, the beautiful moonlight song lulling me to sleep, the murmur of Yan's language, waking me up all night long, thinking of me. I don’t know how many scenery and time I have forgotten.

Brewing strong tea, reading the long night, raising the cup, overflowing with your overlapping figure, many thoughts will flow out and wet. 6. What are some of my poems that others don’t understand?

Some of my poems that others don’t understand include:

1. Yue Fei of the Southern Song Dynasty, "Xiaochhong Mountain: The Cockroaches Couldn't Stop Crying in the Cold Last Night"

Original text:

The cicadas couldn’t stop chirping in the cold last night. Shocked back from a thousand-mile dream, it’s been the third update. Get up and walk around the steps alone. People are quiet, and the moon is dimly bright outside the curtain.

A white head is a sign of fame. The seven old pines and bamboos in the old mountains hinder the return journey. I want to express my thoughts to Yao Qin. If you have few close friends, who will listen when your string is broken?

Translation:

Last night, the crickets couldn't stop crying in the cold autumn. I dreamed of returning to my hometown, and there was a war raging for thousands of miles. I was awakened, and it was already the third watch. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. It was quiet all around, and outside the curtain, a pale moon was dimly seen.

His contribution to the country will leave a lasting legacy, and his head will be full of stars even when he is still young. The pines and bamboos in the home mountain are green and old, and the voices of helpless peace talks block the return journey. I want to play a song on the Yao Qin with all my thoughts. But there are few close friends in the mountains and rivers. Even if the string is broken, who will listen?

2. "Shuilongyin·Dengjiankang Shangxin Pavilion" by Xin Qiji of the Southern Song Dynasty

Original text:

The Chu sky is thousands of miles away and the autumn is endless, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is boundless. The eyes are far away, offering sorrow and hatred, jade hairpin and snail bun. The sunset above the building, in the sound of broken bells, wanderers from the south of the Yangtze River. I looked at Wu Gou and took pictures of the railings, but no one understood me.

Translation:

The Chu sky is thousands of miles wide and the autumn colors are desolate. The water of the Yangtze River flows with the sky and the autumn colors are boundless. Looking at the lofty mountains and scenery of the northern country, they all seem to be conveying sorrow, resentment and hatred, just like jasper hairpins and spiral-shaped buns. When the sun sets in the west, the setting sun slants over the top of the building. Amidst the sad cries of the lone wild goose, the wanderer's sorrow and anger are suppressed. Wu Gou plays with it and pats the nine-curved railing. No one can pay attention to my desire to climb the building and have a distant view.

3. "Song of Peach Blossom Temple" by Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty

Original text:

There is a Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, and there is a peach blossom fairy under the Peach Blossom Temple. The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms in exchange for wine money.

When you are sober, you just sit in front of the flowers; when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers. Half drunk and half awake day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year.

I hope that I will die of old age among the flowers and wine, and I don’t want to bow in front of the carriage. Cars, dust and horses are enough for the rich, and wine-cups and branches are for the poor.

If you compare wealth to poverty, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky. If the poor and the lowly were compared to a chariot and a horse, he would have to drive and I would have nothing to do.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others because they can’t see through it. There are no tombs of heroes from the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers or wine to cultivate the fields.

Translation:

There is a Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, and there is a Peach Blossom Fairy in Peach Blossom Temple. The Peach Blossom Fairy planted many peach trees, and he picked the peach blossoms to exchange for wine money.

When you are sober, sit quietly among the flowers, and when you are drunk, sleep under the flowers. Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom and fall year after year.

I just want to die among peach blossoms and fine wine, and I don’t want to bow and flatter in front of the carriages and horses of dignitaries. Traffic and traffic are the aspiration of nobles, while wine glasses and flowers are the destiny and hobby of poor people like me.

If you compare the wealth of others with my poverty, one is in the sky and the other is on the earth. If I compare my poverty with the carriages and horses of the dignitaries, they work for the powerful, but I get leisure and fun.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others for not being able to see through the world. Don't you see, although those wealthy nobles were once glorious, now they can't see their tombs, they are only used as fields for farming.

4. "The Story of Pipa" by Gao Ming in the late Yuan Dynasty

Original text:

I originally set my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch.

Translation:

I treat you with good intentions, but you are indifferent and don't appreciate it. My sincere efforts have not received the rewards and respect they deserve.

5. "Guo Feng·Wang Feng·Mill Li"

Original text:

The millet is separated, the seedlings of the millet are growing. The pace is slow and timid, and the center is shaking. Those who know me tell me that I am worried; those who don’t know me tell me what I want. Long sky! Who is this?

The millet is separated, the ears of the grain are growing. Walking forward with great strides, the center is like intoxication. Those who know me tell me that I am worried; those who don’t know me tell me what I want. Long sky! Who is this?

That millet is separated from others, that is the reality of that grain. The walking is so slow and timid, the center is like choking. Those who know me tell me that I am worried; those who don’t know me tell me what I want. Long sky! Who is this?

Translation:

Look at the rows of millet, and the sorghum seedlings are also growing. Walking on the old ground, my steps were slow, and my heart was filled with only sorrow and sadness. People who can understand me say that I am sad. People who cannot understand me ask me what I seek. High in the sky, who made me leave home?

Look at the rows of millet, and the ears of sorghum are also growing. Walking on the old ground is slow, as if you are drunk. People who can understand me say that I am sad. People who cannot understand me ask me what I seek. High in the sky, who made me leave home?

Look at the rows of millet, and the ears of sorghum are bright red. Walking on the old ground, my steps were slow, and my heart ached like a choking. People who can understand me say that I am sad. People who cannot understand me ask me what I seek. High in the sky, who made me leave home?