Poetry about the soul

1. Poems about the soul are stained with dust and wine, and the soul disappears everywhere when traveling far away.

It doesn't matter if you don't say clear autumn

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

My soul followed the birds flying from the south to the north, looked at the branches in the north and shed tears.

Don't be disappointed when you are away from the soul.

Clouds lock dreams on the river, and Liu Kun dances at night on the river.

Every year, there is no owner in spring on the ridge, and tears break the guest's soul.

The soul comes to the maple leaf, and you disappear into a vague castle.

Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Back to the soul in the moonlight.

Soul dreams are melodious,

Sleep in a bed full of embroidery.

The cloister is covered with autumn grass,

Dreams and souls are thousands of miles away.

Every night, the soul sleeps,

What was known before is nowhere to be found.

The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them,

Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .

The amorous feelings are old and shy,

I feel old-fashioned everywhere.

Rain and clouds embroider deeply,

If you don't care, you will be harmonious.

The feast is empty again,

In the dream of spring.

Satisfied answer.

2. What poems about the soul are as follows:

1. Li Hao

Han Dynasty: Anonymous

Wormwood is the place where the soul is concentrated. The sage and the ignorant are doomed to die, and the soul is in wormwood.

God reminds us how urgent the death of human life is, and human life can't last long, and there is no room for a little lingering.

2. "Nine Songs and Ritual Soul"

Pre-Qin: Qu Yuan

Li Cheng can play drums and dance.

Daughter advocates tolerance;

Chunlan Qiuju is endless.

3. Return to the Soul Plum

Song Dynasty: Once upon a time

The road of Julan was destroyed day and night, and the meditation room was not combined with Jiang Mei.

The fragrance of today's politics is vague, but flowers can make it bloom instantly.

Laughing that Wuyang is really under the waves, I can't send a messenger.

Floating in the dusk for you, holding back Lin Bu's syntax.

4. "Subtract magnolia, the soul for no reason"

Song Dynasty: Li Zhiyi

Without the foundation of chaos,

It's getting dark, just looking for a way.

The lights are all out,

I don't think it's getting longer.

A few times on the pillow,

The one who never left his dream.

Become all the stars,

A drop of Qiu Lin is a rhizome.

5. Sauvignon Blanc No.1

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.

Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.

High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.

Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds!

Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water.

The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .

Sauvignon Blanc, soul-destroying!

6. Mo Mei

Song Dynasty: Zhang Gui

Shuibian village, a valley on the hillside, was once blocked by flowers.

I still hate Dongfeng, but I hate it even more.

3. Poems about the soul What poems about the soul are as follows: "Hao Li" Han Dynasty: Hao Li does not know where, and there is no wisdom and ignorance.

God reminds us how urgent the death of human life is, and human life can't last long, and there is no room for a little lingering. "Nine Songs, Ritual Soul" Pre-Qin: Qu Yuan became a ritual and knew the drums, passing on Palestinian-Israeli dances; Daughter advocates tolerance; Chunlan Qiuju is endless.

Song: After several times, Juting Orchid was destroyed day and night, and there was no Jiang Mei in the meditation room. The fragrance of today's politics is vague, but flowers can make it bloom instantly.

Laughing that Wuyang is really under the waves, I can't send a messenger. Floating in the dusk for you, holding back Lin Bu's syntax.

Li Zhiyi's chaotic soul in Song Dynasty is groundless, and he only found the way to darkness. The lights are all spent, but they don't feel longer and sharper.

I put it on the pillow several times, and I never left my dream that time. To be a star, a drop of Qiu Lin is dry.

"Sauvignon Blanc I" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an. Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.

High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon. Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds! Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water.

The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc, soul-destroying! Mo Mei Song Dynasty: Shuibian Village, a valley near Zhangju Mountain, was once cut off by flowers.

I still hate Dongfeng, but I hate it even more.

4. Several classic poems describing the soul:

Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Back to the soul in the moonlight. The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.

-Du Fu's Five Poems on Epics (Part Two)

When death is the reason for parting, people will cry, but life leaves again and again.

You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river.

We remembered each other until you appeared in my dream last night.

However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? ?

I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way.

You came to me through the green forest, and you disappeared in front of a dark castle.

I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air.

There is water to pass through. They are wild. If you fall, there will be dragons and monsters in the river.

-Du Fu's A Dream of Li Bai

5. What are the ancient poems about the soul, drunken flowers (Li Qingzhao)?

Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't die? West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.

The nearest flower (face)

Dream of entering the smoky waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling in the south of the Yangtze River, and never meeting the people who left. I have nothing to say when I sleep, but I feel disappointed and dumbfounded.

If you want to make good use of this love letter, you will find that there is no evidence in the end. However, relying on the slow string songs, I broke my heart and Qin Zhenglie.

Huanxisha (Li Qingzhao)

Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk, you should be late.

The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.

6. The poem about the flower soul is 1. Knowing that the flower soul and the bird soul are clear, Cao Xueqin only inquired about the result of Cao Xueqin's "burial of flowers"

It is always difficult to leave the soul of a bird. Cao Xueqin only inquired about Cao Xueqin's grade "Burying Flowers"

3, the moon is not dark. I plan to try to write residual flowers and send them to Chaoyun, Dao Ji, Song Yan. He only found out the result of Yan's "complaining about others and remembering skirts because of grass"

4, the soul is broken to see flowers, only hate Chunyu, only ask Rongyu for the result of "feeling spring"

5. At the beginning, Song Geyong only inquired about Ge Yong's achievements, "Partridge Days and Thousand Trees Lock Old Tianjin"

6. Song Ma Ziyan, a soul-lost woman, only inquired about Ma Ziyan's results. "Taoyuan remembers the old people and worked as a gardener for several years."

7, the rain breaks, the soul of the flower tip is not awake. Senior Song officials only inquired about the results of senior officials, "Qiao Jinmen Yan Shu"

8. In the Song Dynasty, Li Hongmo only inquired about Li Hongmo's achievements "Qing Qing, Jasper Clouds Deep"

9. The heartbroken singer Apple Flower complained that Song Wang only inquired about Wang's achievement "Nanpu Spring Water"

10, Flower Soul didn't rest. Jiang only inquired about the results of Jie Jiang's "Ruihexian Frost and Snow"

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12, stay in the soul of the moon. On the earth, Song Taigu only inquired about Li Taigu's achievement "Qin Huaihai, a southern singer under the moon"

13, the wonderful flower intoxicated the soul. Tang Xin Han Yu only got the result of Han Yu's Answer to Zhang Che.

14, wandering souls, it takes time. In the Tang Dynasty, Dong Li only inquired about the results of Dong Li's "Guest Pavilion to the Moon"

15, Chang Pu spent a lot of time dreaming. Tang Mao Wenxi only inquired about Mao Wenxi's achievement "Wushan Yunyu"

7. Poems describing unforgettable dreams. When you should be born, you should be born when you should be born. In the meantime, I am with you every day. -Tang He's eternal quatrains.

Guan pheasant dove, in Hezhou. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right.

Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. If I didn't go to see you, didn't you get my letter?

Green is what you wear, and leisurely is my feeling. If I never visit you, can't you take the initiative?

Come on, always open your eyes, on this high tower. A day without seeing your face seems as long as March!

This quiet girl is so cute that she will come to the corner of my town. Deliberately hiding for me to find, scratching my head.

The quiet girl looks good. Give me a tong tube. Red has a bright red color. Love it is really a bright color.

This country exploits me, Meili Yi and is rare. It is not as beautiful as weeds, and beauty gives people deep affection.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.

Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

There is a kind of beauty that I will never forget. I want to go crazy if I can't see you for a day.

Phoenix flies around, and the four seas are looking for burning. Helpless beauty, not in the east wall.

Use the piano instead of language. Tell me about it. When I see Xu Xi, comfort me.

Willing to match virtue with words and work together. Don't fly, let me perish, let me perish.

If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.

It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain.

More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming. The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.

Blue candle burns its kingfisher feather lamp, and musk embroiders hibiscus slightly. But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.

I am ashamed to cover my sleeves in the sun, but I am too lazy to make up in spring. It's easier to find priceless treasure than to have a lover.

Tears are hidden on the pillow, and flowers are heartbroken. You can spy out why Song Yu hates Wang Chang.

Bianshui, Surabaya, flows to Guazhou ancient ferry, Wu Shan is a little sad.

Think of dragons, hate dragons, hate to rest when returning, and the moon people lean on the building.

Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. My heart is a kind of unspeakable taste.

Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late.

Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.