What poems describe your powerlessness and hesitation about the future?

1, all directions are red dust, and the dust is confused.

Four chapters of supplementing deficiency

[Song] Bai Yuchan

Yu Xiao is the immortal king, and Xi Shou Tsinghua Room.

If you look at supermom above, you will be comforted in all directions below.

All directions are red dust, and the dust is confused.

Who reads the jade mansion and flies to the sky.

The road is as wide as the blue sky, but there is no way out before my eyes.

From Li Bai's Three Poems of it is hard to go in Tang Dynasty, vernacular translation: Although the avenue is as wide as the sky, I have no way out.

●3. The black rabbit can't be in the spirit of heaven, but also ran for a lifetime.

Even into two songs.

[Song] Wen Tianxiang

Black rabbit can't run all his life in the spirit of heaven.

There is always a martingale palm that makes me laugh, and now I am sleeping alone.

●4. The decline of the world of flowers has shifted, and Haug is at a loss.

Partridge, the decline of the world has moved.

Yeluchucai

The decline of the flower world has passed,

Haug was at a loss in the distance.

The king of Jiangshan angered and robbed.

Peach and plum spring breeze for another year.

It's a beautiful place and it's cold smoke.

Wildflowers complain about cuckoos.

I don't know what the limit of human dream is,

Associate meditation with wine?

However, the way of the world is too strange and unpredictable. Spring only brings me sadness and fatigue. -Wei, "To My Friends and"

Low 6. Lost at a loss, there is no way to return.

Su gave Jiangkou two poems to his nephew.

Han Yu

Clouds and fresh water are clear, surrounded by Tianshui. The three rivers are destroyed, but who knows the boundary?

At dusk, I stayed in Toumin Village, where the water was half a leaf. All dogs and chickens go home and stop walking and flying.

When the boat entered his house, he heard the sadness in the house. Q/kloc-Chang Ran, 0/8 years old. I'm sorry about that.

The sea breeze blows cold sunshine and the stars twinkle. Looking up at the height of the Big Dipper, I don't know where to go.

The boat forgot the old road and bent high in the forest. There is nothing in the forest but the sound of running water.

Well, I'm clumsy too, and I'm a savage. Lost at a loss, there is no way to return.

●7. The more lost I am in this life, countless green mountains and green waters shoot the sky.

Five Cihu Wind Poems

[Song] Su Shi

The mast-guarding pole stands in the air and sleeps in the waves.

Therefore, we should know that our confidant, weak cables can compete for Wan Lifeng.

The more I lost my way home in my life, countless mountains and rivers fought against the sky.

There are boats selling cakes now, and I am glad to hear that there is a market falling in front of the mountain.

My lines are closed-door poems and people who are half-hearted.

Thousands of hectares of Sang Ma are at the bottom of the boat, and fish clothes are hanging on idle stones.

In the noon sweat pavilion, who knows that Nan Changgong.

We can chat quickly after the storm, but the moon is still in the sky.

Lying and watching the moon set, the breeze is half sail.

There is also the other side of the water village, where there are no rocks on the earth.

●8. I miss today's road and don't know where the future is.

Qi' an early autumn

[Tang] Zhao Wei

The fleeting time is pitiful and shocking, and the anvil pestle wind comes to the county.

High birds are out of date, autumn colors move, and sails fall at dusk.

Homesickness is lamenting the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and the listening angle still contains the feelings of the north.

Today, I miss that road. I don't know where the future is.

9. A strong man has a boss's heart, but a poor man has no fame.

Recall the past

[Song] Lu You

Recalling the name of Journey to the West, I hunted around the slaughterhouse and became a hero.

Never touch alcohol, indulge in alcohol, narrow-minded, generous and crazy.

The strong have the heart to be the boss, but the poor have no fame.

Life is full of laughter but poetic, spinning bananas and listening to the rain.

● 10, there are waves all around, and there is no way to heaven.

Thirty-one ancient ode

[Song] The original wonderful interpretation

There are waves all around, and there is no way to go to heaven.

Some of them are considered difficult to prosecute. They are not sad but have lost their souls.