Find a modern classical Chinese article to express the feeling of leaving home

1. Help write a modern classical Chinese article (expressing the hardships of today's society)

I was born in the 21st century. I use QQ with others, and find jobs on recruitment websites without the need for matchmakers. Everything has to be cherished. Century Dating Network. If you want to appear in the spotlight, you can go to If You Are the One to get addicted. I thought I could sit back and relax like this, but it is really unfortunate. This society cannot tolerate people like me who have a blank page, lack of background, little money, and even poorer family background. , I will never be able to pay off my mortgage in my whole life. As a homeowner, I want to find a small living place in this materially prosperous world, which is actually more difficult than climbing to the sky. In the 21st century, walking has become a joke, and swan geese are no longer sending messages. No matter how romantic you are, if you want to embrace a beautiful woman, you don’t need to play tricks on the princes, you only need to have a big pocket and a diamond ring empty-handed! Have you ever thought that my generation, the little sesame soldiers, who work at sunrise, crawl around and fight, and have food and clothing as the moon approaches, how can they compare to the rich second generation, who have clothes to wear, food to eat, and mouth to open, and struggle desperately, but they can't keep up with the officials. For the second generation, the road back has already been paved.

I have no house, no car, no money, life is difficult, career is failing, love is miserable, it is difficult! How miserable! 2. Looking for an ancient poem that expresses the sadness of the passing of youth

"Platinum buys a horse, a thousand gold buys a beauty, ten thousand gold buys a high nobility, where can I buy youth?" Qu Zi sighed with tears in his heart; Now I come to think about it and argue it with emotion.

"Youth carries me away, and my white hair deceives others." "My white hair has nothing to do with me. I am old, and my youth is no longer yours. Do you know?" Youth and the Yangtze River go east, and human relations and material splendor are at an end. . The time is as quiet as a dream and as dim as smoke. The literati have mixed feelings and shed tears to say goodbye. However, it is not the willows in the Changting Pavilion, the rain and snow in Xiaoxiang, but the rain and snow in Xiaoxiang, but the tears in the pavilion and long sighs, the climb up to see off and sighs, the moonlight in the waves and loss, the moonlight leaning alone and crying. The sleeves are full of sadness, the mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, but people are wasted; the hearts are full of sadness, and the geese are falling on the flat sand, but the ambition remains fresh. I can't bear to look into the mirror, my temples are gray and my face is damaged by the wind; I can't hold my body and bones, and the bamboo stick supports me and I am old. Alas! The waning years of the wind and candles are the responsibility of the years; the gray hair and yellow chickens are the sorrow of one's heart.

Young and frivolous, hesitant in his ambition. He held Fan Wen on the left and Zhang Xuan returned with his right arm. He rode down and chased after him, but they were separated eight hundred miles away. I took my two or three sons with me and five or six others to wander around the Gao soil, listening to the fragrance of the bamboo and bamboo trees, chanting and admiring the flying waves, and the vast smoke and water. Or he is writing at his desk amidst the clouds and misty moonlight; or he is writing under the romance of the galaxy, expressing his thoughts and the bright moon, and embedding his thoughts in the turbid wine; leaving his aspirations in the sky, and being thousands of miles away. What youth, what youth.

What does youth look like? Youth is in life, just like a fish has water and water has a source. It's like pitiful beauty. Although she looks at her with anger, she still has feelings, and even though she looks at her, she looks forward to her. There are thousands of styles in his life, and the corners of his eyes are full of affection; he is naturally beautiful, and his eyebrows are salty and tender. Youth is also like the rising sun in the east, the steaming grains give birth to dawn, the mist of clouds begins to dim, the cranes soar in the misty sky, and the forest is green and evergreen.

Sadly, the old man is about to arrive and his body is already disabled. People like to enjoy all kinds of things in the world and count the famous people. Recalling youth and being stuck in the past, it turns into recollection and melts into the east wind. The wine of the past life will make people drunk in this world, but the bottles of Coke in the present life will make people in the future drunk? Hurt it, lament it, sigh it - release it, rejoice it, sing it! The body has no muscles and bones, but the mountains are high and the sea is vast, and I feel excited when I look at it; my heart has spare strength, and I enjoy the flowers, birds, insects, and fish among them. In the days of youth, we rode horses thousands of miles and struggled; when we look back in old age, we fell off a cliff thousands of feet, so why regret it? !

The anvil hammered hard, and Ji Kang screamed in anger; as good as the wine, Liu Ling also became drunk. Miluo boulders, the sound of water hitting the rocks is endless; Jing Ke does not return, the wind rustles, the water changes and the weather becomes cold. Peaceful times, harmonious society. Our youth will pass away, and it will definitely not be like this. When you have great ambitions but your seats are not warm, when you look at the world but your ink is too sharp but not in Guizhou. So it is, youth has no regrets.

"Youth is a good companion for returning home." Carry your youth with you to fight in all directions, carry your youth with you to compose your speeches; carry your youth with you to travel around the world, carry your youth with you to defeat thousands of people!

Beauty fades easily, and being used to doing nothing will lead to the ridicule of future generations; magnificence is easy to grow old, but being a bird of prey is a unique skill to save the world. When I was not there, I scratched my head at the east window and smiled to recall my youth; now that I am old, the wind is calm and the paths are full of red.

There is a cluster of dead grass, a tree with yellow leaves, and a pond of broken duckweed. Don't be sad, life is like that.

A crutch, a wrinkled face, and white hair. Don't be sad, you were once young. 3. What are the poems and sentences that express the mood of a wanderer away from home?

1. "Remembering Brothers from Shandong on September 9th"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

Du As a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family members even more during the festive season.

I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.

Translation: Being far away from my hometown alone and unable to reunite with my family, I miss my distant relatives even more during the Double Ninth Festival. When I think of my brothers wearing dogwoods and climbing to high places, I feel regretful because I am missing.

2. "One of Two Poems on Returning to Hometown"

Tang Dynasty: He Zhizhang

When a young boy left home and his eldest son came back, his local pronunciation remained unchanged. decline.

Children who don’t recognize each other laugh and ask where the guest is from.

Translation: I left my hometown when I was young and came back in my old age. Although my local accent has not changed, the hair on my temples has become thinner. When the children saw me, no one recognized me. They smiled and asked: Where did this guest come from?

3. "Crossing the Han River"

Tang Dynasty: Questions of the Song Dynasty

The audio book outside the Ling Dynasty is broken, and the winter comes back to the spring.

I am even more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask anyone.

Translation: Exiled to Lingnan, cut off contact with relatives, survived the winter and experienced a new year. The closer I got to my hometown, the more timid I became, and I didn't dare to ask about the people who came from home.

4. "Mo Xuan Tu·Part 1"

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian

Bright daylily flowers grow under the North Hall.

The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom?

A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer’s journey is painful.

The sweet messages are sparse every day, and the sound and questions are blocked every day.

Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise birds.

Translation: The brilliant day lily flowers grow under the Beitang. The south wind blows the day lily, and for whom is it swaying to reveal its fragrance? The kind mother leans on the door and looks forward to her child, but the wanderer on a long journey is so miserable! The support of the parents is alienated every day, and the news of the children cannot be reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I heard the cry of the wise bird and felt ashamed to miss her.

5. "Nian Nujiao·Shu Dongliu Village Wall"

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

The wild tang flowers have fallen, and the Qingming Festival has passed in a hurry. The east wind in the land deceives visitors from their dreams, and a cloud screen makes them feel cold and timid.

Holding a wine cup on the curved bank and tying a horse to the weeping poplar tree, this place was once a different place. The building is empty and people go, but Feiyan can talk about the old travel.

I heard that at the east end of Qimo Road, pedestrians often see each other, and the moon is slender under the curtain. The spring river of old hatred flows continuously, and the new hatred clouds rise thousands of times.

It is expected that in the Ming Dynasty, when we meet again in front of you, the flowers in the mirror will be difficult to break. You should also be surprised to ask: How many white hair have you had recently?

Translation: The wild tang flowers are falling, and the Qingming Festival has passed in a hurry. The east wind bullies travelers on the road and wakes me up from my short dream. A burst of cold air blew towards my lonely pillow, and I felt the slightest chill.

On the bank of the curved river, I once raised a glass with the beautiful woman and drank together. Under the weeping willow, I once said goodbye to my beautiful lady here. Nowadays, the building is empty and only the swallows of the past still live here. Only it can bear witness to the joy of that time.

I heard that on the east side of the bustling street, passers-by had seen her beautiful feet under the curtain. The old love is like a spring river flowing eastward, never to return, and new regrets are added one after another like clouds and mountains. If one day we meet again at a banquet, she will be like a flower in the mirror that I can't pick off. She will be surprised that my hair is gray again. 4. Here is a love story in classical Chinese

I have been away from you for more than three days. I will never see you again, my heart is filled with sadness, I can’t help myself, and I am full of lovesickness. ?

I used to see you in the Sutra Collection Pavilion, and when you first looked at Fangze, you were astonished. The autumn waves are shining, the green silk hanging down the shoulders, the delicate posture. ?

After many days of getting to know each other, my love for you cannot be controlled. I couldn't help shouting in my heart, this is the wild goose in the dream.

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If you are weak and have three thousand water, you can take only one ladle. My husband is a man of science and engineering, but I love you and nothing else. ?

Layman Yi An once dreamed back in the middle of the night, whispering with tears in his eyes: "It's just a frown, but it's in my heart." At first, I wondered, why? Now that I have experienced it myself, I know that the ancients did not deceive anyone. ?

Jingzhuang also said: "It makes people haggard because of Yixiao." I also doubt it, very much. Today, we are involved in the land of love, trapped in the pool of love, suddenly wake up, and finally understand the meaning of it. ?

Every time I think of you, I toss and turn, unable to sleep. ?

If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. You can expect that your heart will be broken every night, and you will have nowhere to say anything desolate. ?

Although you rejected me thousands of miles away and hurt my heart, why should I blame you? On the contrary, my thoughts are increasing day by day, and my feelings are advancing with the times. For you, you are so infatuated with love, and your thoughts are thicker than the sea. The mountains cannot move, the sea cannot flood, and the fire cannot be extinguished. My love and admiration are always added to me, how can anyone else be able to reach me? ?

I know that my talents are few and my knowledge is shallow, my body is not eight feet tall, and my appearance is not impressive. However, my loving heart can illuminate the sun and the moon, and the heaven and earth can reflect on it. ?

The article is short but the love is long. The words are limited but the love cannot be ended. There are still thousands of things that have not been exhausted, so why not stop there? ?

You know it, but you don’t know it? ? 5. Poems expressing the mood of a wanderer away from home

1. "Lang Tao Sha Ling·The gurgling rain outside the curtain" by Li Yu of the Five Dynasties:

The gurgling rain outside the curtain indicates the waning mood of spring. Luo quilt cannot bear the cold at midnight.

In the dream, I didn’t realize that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.

Don’t lean on the fence when you are alone. The world is limitless. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others.

As the water falls and the flowers fall, spring is gone, and it is heaven and earth.

Definition: The gurgling sound of rain came from outside the door curtain, and the rich spring spirit was about to wither. Even the richly woven brocade quilt couldn't withstand the cold at the fifth watch. Only by forgetting that you are a guest in a dream can you enjoy a moment of happiness.

One should not go up the stairs alone and lean on the railing to look far away, which will cause endless longing and emotion for the motherland. It's easy to leave but hard to see your homeland again. In the past, the withered red flowers returned with the spring like the drained river. Comparing the past and present, one is in heaven and the other is on earth.

2. "Remembering Brothers from Shandong on September 9th" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty:

Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.

I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.

Definition: A person is a guest in a foreign country alone, and misses his relatives far away even more during festivals. I think back to the day when my brothers climbed high and looked far into the distance, I was the only one missing with their heads full of dogwood trees.

3. "Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts" by Ma Zhiyuan of the Yuan Dynasty:

Withered vines and old trees are full of crows, small bridges and flowing water are home to people, and the old road is full of thin horses in the west wind.

As the sun sets in the west, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Definition: At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree entwined with dead vines, emitting a shrill wail. The water flowed under the bridge, and smoke curled up from the houses beside the bridge. A skinny horse trudged forward on the ancient road against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. In the cold night, there are only lonely travelers wandering in distant places.

4. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty wrote "Wearing the Flute in Luoyang City on a Spring Night/Wearing the Flute in Luoyang City on a Spring Night":

The sound of someone's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.

Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown.

Interpretation: Whose exquisite flute secretly emits a melodious flute sound, which floats in the spring breeze and spreads throughout the whole city of Luoyang. Who can not feel nostalgic for his hometown when he hears the song "Breaking Willows" on this night of sojourn?

5. "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty:

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.

Definition: The bright moonlight shines on the window paper in front of the bed, as if there is a layer of frost on the ground. I couldn't help but raise my head and look at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day. I couldn't help but lower my head and think about my hometown far away.

6. Please compose a short poem based on the homesickness of wanderers (both modern and classical)

Looking

Mountains are still mountains, rivers are still rivers

But,

The song left in my hometown is unforgettable

People are still people, and the road is still a road,

But,

The thatched cottage in my hometown is still so warm

Looking at the river in my hometown

How clear you are

The fish swings its graceful body

Swinging from it

Looking at the mountains of my hometown

How kind you are.

The trees playing on you are so cute

My warm home - thatched cottage

You are the warmest home in the world Ah

When you shed tears

I remembered.

Look at your mother’s tears

Look at the mountains and rivers calling you

Look at the hope of every tree

Heaven is a connection between hearts Heart, the sea is holding hands

Let God tell you my longing

Let the sea water take my longing back to my lovely hometown. .