Poetry about heart disease that is difficult to cure

1. Poems about heart disease

Poems about heart disease 1. Poems describing heart tiredness

1. "The End of Spring"

Tang Dynasty: Han Xi

Xichun was drunk for days and passed out. When he woke up, there were traces of wine on his clothes.

The fine water and floating flowers return to the other stream, and the broken clouds and rain enter the isolated village.

It is easy for people to be happy and hateful when they are idle, but it is difficult to attract ancient souls in such a different place.

Ashamed of the kindness of the wandering warbler, I still wanted to go to the West Garden in the early morning.

Translation: Farewell to Shangchun. I had been drunk for days and passed out. When I woke up, my clothes were full of wine stains. Fallen flowers floated on the thin water and flowed into another stream, while clouds and rain drifted into the isolated village in the distance. The time spent living idle and bored is wasted. It is difficult to attract the spirit of the ancients from a distant place. I am most grateful to Liuying for showing her deep affection and flying to the West Garden every morning.

2. "Ode of Cranes"

Southern and Northern Dynasties: Xiao Daocheng

The eight winds are far away, and the nine fields are unvoiced.

Destroy the will of the clouds and become a bird in the king's garden.

Translation: The crane spreads its huge wings against the wind from all directions, and sings and flies freely in the nine heavens. Because he lost his wings and could no longer fly for nine days, he could only become a plaything in the emperor's garden.

3. "Reply to Two Quatrains from Li Hefu's Slips"

Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

The mountains and rivers sound and sound clear, and the rolling curtains are waiting for the moonlight. .

A pitiful song with the sound of a ship's whistle expresses the feelings of farewell to an old friend.

In dreams, past events can be seen at will, and in drunkenness, prosperity and prosperity appear before the eyes.

It is better to be ruthless than to be ruthless by nature.

Translation: At dusk, the mountains are quiet and the sound of the river is silent. I roll up the curtains that protect me from the sun during the day and wait for the bright moon to rise in the east. Suddenly, the melodious sound of flutes came from two boats moored side by side on the river, as if the flute players were telling their farewell feelings to their distant friends.

The past events are vivid in my mind, and I can still see them in my dreams. All the glory and wealth are just illusions in the drunken eyes. For a long time, it was Geng Jie's unyielding character that caused so many troubles. It is better to be ruthless by nature, then there will be no such pain.

4. "The Golden Character Classic·Qiao Yin"

Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan

Carrying the moon on the top of the mountain, grinding the ax on the moss on the stone. Let's live in hiding as a woodcutter.

Chai, is Maichen safe? Outside the empty rock, there are old pillars.

Translation: When the bright moon hangs over the mountain, I walk down the hill step by step carrying a load of firewood; I sharpen my ax on the moss-covered stone. Let's be a woodcutter and live in seclusion in the mountains. Collecting firewood, where is Zhu Maichen who collected firewood now? Deep in the empty mountain, the pillars and talents are buried, and time passes by year by year!

5. "Postscript Zizhan and Tao Shi"

Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

Zizhan was banished to Lingnan, and the governor wanted to kill him.

Eat Huizhou rice and read Yuanming’s poems.

Peng Ze has thousands of people, and Dongpo has hundreds of scholars.

Although the origin is different, the flavor is similar.

Translation: Su Zizhan was demoted to Lingnan, and the prime minister wanted to kill him. He feasted on Huizhou's food and carefully read Yuanming's poems. Tao Pengze is an immortal figure through the ages, and Su Dongpo is also a wise man who has been passed down through generations. Although the circumstances of Su's career and Tao's retirement were different, their styles and tastes were so similar.

2. Poems about troubles

Three thousand feet of white hair, as long as a man with sorrow

Butterfly Loves Flowers

Su Shi

The flowers faded to red, green, apricot and small.

When the swallows fly, green water surrounds people.

There are few willow trees blowing on the branches.

There is no grass anywhere in the world.

The swing inside the wall and the road outside the wall.

Peders outside the wall, beautiful women inside the wall smile.

The laughter gradually disappeared and became quieter.

Passionate but annoyed by ruthlessness.

A cut of plum blossoms---Li Qingzhao and the fragrance of red lotus root and residual jade mat in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.

Listen to the woman’s speech: Three men garrisoned Yecheng.

One man signed a letter, and the other two men died in battle.

"Shi Hao Li"

My father has no eldest son, and Mulan has no eldest brother.

I am willing to saddle the horse for the city, and from now on I will fight for my father. "Mulan Ci"

Cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow again, and raise a cup to eliminate the sorrow and make it more sorrowful.

Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Tower Farewell School Uncle Shu Yun

Tang Dynasty Li Bai Those who abandon me will not be able to stay in yesterday's day; those who mess up my heart will have many worries in today's day. The long winds send autumn geese flying thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building. The Penglai article is built with bones in mind, with small Xie in the middle and clear hair. They are all full of joy, strong and full of joy, and want to go up to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. Cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow more; raising a cup to pour out the sorrow will make it more sorrowful. Life is unsatisfactory in this world, and the Ming Dynasty will be ruined.

3. What are the poems that describe nightmares?

The poems that describe nightmares are:

1. Farewell to Meng Yiyi and go to Xie’s house, the small corridor turns to the winding lantern. . There is only the sentimental moon in the spring garden, which shines upon the fallen flowers for those who have left.

2. After all the tears, the dream cannot come true, and the song is played in the front hall late at night. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Gong Ci"

3. The spring flowers faded in the forest, it was too hasty, and the cold rain came in the morning and the wind came in the evening. Rouge tears, stay drunk together, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows and hates water.

4. In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.

5. So I looked for it in my dream while sleeping on my pillow, but the dream failed to become a lamp and burned out. ——Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu's "Jade House Spring·I don't know whether you are far or near after farewell"

6. Only if you don't know lovesickness in your life will you love lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness.

7. Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart by cuckoos. ——"Jin Se" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

8. The endless tears of lovesickness throw away the red beans, and the endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building.

9. In the dream, I didn’t realize that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while. ——Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Lang Tao Sha"

10. Since ancient times, passion has always been full of hatred, and it is easiest to wake up from a good dream.

11. The clouds are steaming over Mengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. ——Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "Looking at Dongting Lake and presenting it to Prime Minister Zhang"

12. At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream, and I was dressing up outside the small Xuan window. ——"Jiangchengzi" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

13. Just a five-character sentence will take a lifetime. (Li Pin's "Beijing Mengsuoyan")

14. Three glasses of wine for personnel matters, and a game of chess for the passing of time. (Li Yuan's "Bei Meng Suo Yan").

15. Let the 100,000 households in Chengdu be thrown away like a feather. (Li Jingjian's "Bei Meng Suoyan")

16. Dreaming of Yizhou with three swords, taking Liaocheng with one arrow. (Yang Juyuan, "Chronicle").

17. You dream of the bright moon, and remember the songs of the Mid-Autumn Festival. (Lu Zhao's "Yuezhou Prefecture Chronicles").

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4. Sad poems about the waning moon

Untitled Qian Qijiang’s Journey One hundred poems (one poem by Qian Jue) There are only a few families in a poor village after the fire of war.

No one is competing for the dawn crossing, and the cold sand is under the waning moon. Quan Deyu Xiao The dawn wind shakes five taels, and the waning moon reflects on the stone wall.

A little dawn begins, and the sails are blue in the sky. Li Hui said goodbye to Zhu Dashan on the long road, but he sent a post and a horse to accompany him. He was looking for the mountains and half remembered you.

On the road with the waning moon on the cang cliff, there are still a few clouds crossing the stream. Sikong Tu Nine Poems on Immediate Things The journey is thinking about summer again, and there are small pine trees growing in front of the court.

The distant peaks are noble, and the waning moon dims the appearance. Qian Jue's One Hundred Untitled Poems by Jiang Xing There are only a few houses in the poor villages where there are only a few embers left in the war.

No one is competing for the dawn crossing, and the cold sand is under the waning moon. Han Gai's sentence: The door is covered with fallen flowers after people say goodbye, and the window contains the waning moon when I wake up from alcohol.

("Poetry of Sorrow", see "Miscellaneous Records of Yin Chuang") Wang Changling's Brothel Resentment The fragrant curtains are blown by the wind and the flowers enter the building, and the high-pitched zither plays to soothe the sorrow of the night. There is no explanation for the broken heart of Guanshan, and the hook under the curtain is still under the waning moon.

Wu Yuanheng Smells the Orioles at Spring Dawn. I am startled by my dream at dawn on the sparse orchid terrace, and the waning moon in the green forest misses the solitary oriole. The hesitation and hatred of Shu souls for thousands of years have turned into thousands of cries of wronged birds.

Wang Ya's two songs under the plug. The hard work has led to the yellow flower garrison, and the journey has begun to follow the Xiliu camp. Every time I worry about the waning moon in the evening, I will feel sad and startled every time.

Bai Juyi entered the imperial city early and presented the king with a shot of left-behind servants. The waning moon at Jinqiao was heavy with dawn, and the wind and dew were desolate and deep in the forbidden area. The willows and locust trees in the city are shaking down, and the noble people are sad and sad.

Pei Yizhi: Lying ill in Qin Dynasty, thinking about returning home. The cool breeze fills the treetops, and the broken window has a waning moon at the fifth watch of autumn. The illness returned to the Wujiang River, and I felt a thousand miles of sorrow in my heart.

Yong Tao Recalls His Old Residence in the South of the Yangtze River I am thinking about the past in the lake pavilion, where the autumn lanterns illuminate the moon.

All the guests can't sleep, and the waning moon outside the window carries the sound of the tide.

Ninety-eight Poems of Xiao Youxian by Cao Tang The banquet at the Western Altar has ended at night, and the flowers are fading, the moon is hazy, and the pavilion is hazy. Whoever swims past the gate of Bahai will hear a hollow sound in the wind and rain.

Wang Hub’s Three Ballads of Mengxian. Traveling all over Yaotai Jiang Festival, the fragrance of exotic fruits and flowers hits your face. The pine window is dreaming but the mind is clear, and the moon is waning in front of the forest.

Cao Song Let's have a banquet at the Prince Consort's house. The white walls and the waning moon shine on the palace temple, and the banquet is half full of silver bottles. The oriole that is learning to speak is not yet stable in flight, and falls down from the green poplar branch.

Du Chang Huaqing Palace After traveling for dozens of miles south of the Yangtze River, the dawn star and the waning moon entered Huaqing. The west wind is strong in Chaoyuan Pavilion, and the sound of rain is heard in Changyang.

He Ning's One Hundred Palace Poems The waning moon in the west of the building is still dim, and the rooster in the middle of the room announces the dawn. On the Qing Dynasty, the sky terrace was in full swing, and at night the sky was clear and the sky was flat.

Two Poems by the Fisherman by Li Mengfu The village and temple bells ring across the far beach, and the half-waning moon sets before the mountain. I slowly stirred my boat but returned to the bay, the waves were rolling over and the morning glow was beautiful.

Qi Ji sent it to Sun Li, a member of the Jiangxi Province. When you are intoxicated by your thoughts, you visit Yuan Gong Zen.

The moon is waning in the shadow of tea, and the spring is falling in the sound of pines. This sect once said, "I know the end of the attempt."

Li Cunxu Ru Mengling (a name for Yi Xianzi, Feasting on Taoyuan, and Bimei) once feasted on Taoyuan in a deep cave, and sang and danced with phoenixes. When I remember my farewell, I went out with tears to see each other off.

Like a dream, like a dream, the waning moon is filled with falling flowers and smoke. He Ning, a woman with a bad life (a woman with a long life) is about to dawn, the palace is leaking, the sound of flowers is lingering, and there are few stars in the window.

The cold dew invaded the forehead of the tent, and the waning moonlight sank under the trees. The dream is broken, the brocade curtain is empty, and the frown is small.

Two poems from Li Zhi's Chinese Valentine's Day Banquet in the Hanging Garden. The colorful clothes turn to the cloud road, and the phoenix drives like a sky. The stars are fading and the night is dark, and the waning moon is setting towards the king.

Promote joy today and long after parting. We chat and weave with light shuttles, covering our tears only with sadness.

King Luo Bin A banquet at the Weiming Mansion on a spring night brings out the word spring. Drinking osmanthus and pottery on a fragrant night, the people are surrounded by the whistling leaves. The elegant piano tames the Lu pheasant, and the clear song falls into the dust.

The clouds are low and the sky is covered with clouds, and the waning moon is above the empty wheel. Fortunately, thanks to this kindness, we can talk about spring in my hometown.

Wang Changling Liu Xunxu did not arrive at the Jiangkou period in Sujing. I looked up from the frosty sky, and the waning moon appeared at Haimen. The wind is calm at night, the tide is full, and the city is high in the cold air.

How lonely is this old friend? He has been silent for a long time. Mingfa can't sleep, but he is full of respect for the river.

Du Fu's "Guest's Night" How can I write about the guest's sleep? Autumn refuses to be clear. The shadow of the waning moon falls behind the rolling curtains, and the sound of the distant river lies high on my pillow.

The poor man has no food and clothing, and the road is poor and he relies on his friends to make a living. The old wife wrote several pieces of paper, and she should know that she has not returned to love.

Huangfu Ran's early departure from the Zhongyan Temple. Farewell Master. There are green pines and cinnamon trees, and the waning moon is half west. The plain wall is cold and the lamp is dark, and the red stove is dark with fire at night.

When the kitchen opens, the rats scatter in the mountains, and when the bells are over, the apes sing. This is the way to go when you are on duty, and you are too lazy to talk to your teacher.

Li Duan received the Night Monkey in Bajiang when seeing off guests. On the road to the horizon in Ba River, the crowing ape hurts the sentiments of the guests. After a while, the clouds disappear, and the 杳杳 tree grows.

The waning moon is about to set, and the sky is frosty and cold. Everyone in Chu covered their tears when they heard the third sound.

Wang Guan Morning Journey The rooster sings to wake people up, and relieves worries before death. The road is bright and the waning moon is here, the mountains are dew and the clouds are gathering.

There are fireworks in village shops and dim lights in fishermen’s houses. Striving for fame and profit, when will you rest from service?

Zhang Ji saw off the guests from Vietnam and said that he was going to Gufan and headed southeast to Kuaiji. The spring clouds are at the mouth of the river, and the waning moon mirrors the west of the lake.

Water cranes stand beside the sand, and mountain gliders sing in the bamboo. The Xie family once lived in a smoke cave.

Yuan Zhen's Spring Disease: When the illness comes, he lies idle for a long time, because his mind is calm when he sees it. The waning moon is shining brightly across the window, and the fallen flowers are deep in the secluded courtyard.

Looking at the mountain, I moved my couch and took medicine while walking in the shadow of the wall. Cars and horses pass by in front of the gate, and one can hear mournful chanting in the distance.

Song Quanci Li Zunxu Didi Jin Five nights of banquet and rest in the imperial city. Outside the lantern, look at the waning moon.

Everyone is still drunk in the countryside, listening to the latest news. Carpe merry has become gossip.

Like a dream of spring, a time of awakening. We all made an appointment to explore the spring trip and asked which flowers would come first.

5. Poems about sorrow

"One Cut Plum" by Li Qingzhao

The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn,

Lightly undressing Luo Shang , alone on the orchid boat.

Who in the clouds sent a brocade book?

When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.

The flowers float and the water flows.

One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.

There is no way to eliminate this situation.

It's just a frown, but it's in the heart.

"Reminiscences of Playing the Xiao on the Phoenix Stage" by Li Qingzhao

The fragrant and cold Jin Ni,

was turned over by the red waves,

woke up feeling sleepy Comb your hair.

Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust,

The sun goes up to the curtain hook.

I am afraid of the pain of separation.

There are so many things that I want to talk about, but I still have to stop.

Newly thin,

not dry disease wine,

not sad autumn.

Rest,

and go back,

read "Yangguan" thousands of times,

it is difficult to stay.

When people think of Wuling, they are far away,

The smoke locks the Qin Tower.

Only the running water in front of the building,

should miss me and stare at me all day long.

Where I stare,

Now there is a new sadness.

"Drunk Flower Yin" Li Qingzhao

The mist is thick and the clouds are dark, and the day is endless, and the golden beast disappears. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.

After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

"Huanxi Sand" by Li Qingzhao

The spring scenery outside the small courtyard window is deep, the heavy curtains are not rolled up, and the shadows are heavy.

Far from the mountain, it is getting dusk. The gentle wind and rain make it overcast, and the pear blossoms are about to fade.

"Red Lips" by Li Qingzhao

Lonely in the boudoir, one inch of soft intestine is full of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, at what time will the flowers rain.

Leaning all over the corridor, there is no emotion. Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.

"Like a Dream" by Li Qingzhao

It rained and the wind blew violently last night, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine in my deep sleep.

When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same.

Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin. ”

The above two are also true, I hope they can help you!

6. Poems describing joyful mood

1. The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hoof disease, and one day See all the flowers in Chang'an - Meng Jiao's "After Enrollment"

2. To sing during the day is to indulge in drinking, and youth is a good companion for returning home - Du Fu's "Hearing that the Army Takes Henan and Hebei"

< p> 3. If it is more obscure, there is also "Early Departure from Baidi City" - Li Bai

4. When Bai Dicai left the court, thousands of miles of rivers and tombs returned in one day, and the ape cries on both sides of the bank could not be stopped. The light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains

5. The "light" in the last sentence not only refers to the lightness of the boat, but also refers to the lightness of the person's mood.

6. The wind and rain are as dark as a chicken. Crying endlessly. How can I not be happy when I see a gentleman? - "The Book of Songs? Rooster Crow"

7. If you are sad and sick, your mind and body will be healthy.

8. When you are angry, you will become sick. Longevity.

9. Live a long life without being angry

10. Live well into your early 100s without worrying.

13. People. When there is a happy event, you will be in high spirits, but you will feel sleepy if you feel depressed.

14. Heart diseases need to be treated with heart medicine. Not sure.

A smile is worth a thousand dollars. Smile three times a day without taking medicine.

A smile a day is like taking good medicine. . Talking and laughing can clear up the seven orifices.

18. Smile and all diseases will disappear. 19. Always smile and stay young.

< p> 20. If you smile three times a day, you will never grow old; if you have three worries a day, you will never grow old.

21. If you live happily, you will become sick if you are angry and annoyed. >

22. A smile makes you younger; annoyance makes you old; worry makes you grow old.

23. Laugh and talk to relax your mind. If you don't laugh, you will become ill.

24. The best thing about spring is that it is full of smoke and willows.

25. The most beautiful thing about the lake is the green poplars.

The white sand bank in the shade.

Twenty-six, the bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves down the fishing boat.

Twenty-seven, the rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and your face is not cold. Wind in the Willows.

28. I want to ask pedestrians where to go.

7. Poems about sadness.

The sand of Huanxi is broken. Gold is ten thousand points light, cut into layers of jasper leaves.

The demeanor and spirit of Yanfu are so vivid. Plum pistils are heavy, why are they so vulgar? Lilacs are knotted with thousands of knots and are bitter.

Thousands of miles of dreams have made people feel sad, but they are ruthless. The drunken flowers are gloomy, the mist is thick, the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast.

It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.

There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. A cut of plum blossoms, red lotus root and fragrant jade mats linger in autumn.

He undressed Luo Shang and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower.

The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.

There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but my heart is filled with spring hidden in the fragrant little pavilion, the idle window has closed the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet. The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun.

It’s better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb a building next to the water? No one has arrived, and the loneliness is just like that in Yangzhou. It has always been like a rhyme, but it can't stand the rain and can't stand the wind. Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow? Don't regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must believe in the truth and sweep away the traces.

In an unspeakable place, a good window has a light moon, and the sparse shadows are still romantic. On the Phoenix stage, I recall playing the flute and letting the cold golden hair roll over me. I got up and combed my hair lazily.

Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust, and the sun goes up to the curtain hook. Afraid of the pain of separation, there are so many things that I want to talk about but I still have to stop.

Being new to weight loss is not due to sickness or a sad autumn. Rest! If I go back to Yangguan thousands of times, it will be difficult to stay.

People who read Wuling are far away, and the smoke locks the Qin Tower. Only the running water in front of the building should miss me and stare at me all day long.

Where I stare, there is a new sorrow from now on. The sound is slow and searching, deserted and miserable.

It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.

The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk.

This time, how can one say "sorry"! Appreciation of two poems of "Happy Meeting" by Li Yu Two poems of "Happy Meeting" by Li Yu Li Yu went up to the west building alone without words, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard. Continuous cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation.

Don’t have the ordinary feeling in your heart. The flowers in the forest have faded their spring reds, it’s too hasty, and the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.

When will the tears of rouge and drunkenness last? Naturally, life grows and hates water. Poppy · Li Yu When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do we know about the past?

The east wind blew again in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back in the moonlight. The carved lanterns and jade bricks should still be there, but the beauty has changed.

Ask you how much sorrow you can have, it is just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. "The red flowers fade easily like Nong's wishes, and the infinite water flow is like Nong's sorrow." "How can we avoid sorrow and hatred in life? How can our love be limited when we are alone?" The west wind is shining, and the Han family mausoleum (Li Bai's "Recalling Qin'e") weak willows follow the wind When I raise my sleeves suspiciously, Conglan is exposed like a towel.

Sitting alone is also frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan") Chu guests want to hear Yao Se's complaints, Xiaoxiang is full of moonlight in the middle of the night (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God") Mountain temples are looking for cinnamon seeds in the middle of the moon, and county pavilions are pillows to watch the tide. head. When will I come back again (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan") I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return home.

People are leaning on the building in the bright moon (Bai Juyi's "Long Love"). It's dusk in the season, and I'm bored and leaning against the door alone (Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man") There are thousands of sails that are nothing, the slanting light is flowing and the water is long, the heart is broken in Bai Pinzhou (Wen Tingyun) "Dream of Jiangnan") Don't return to your hometown before you are old, otherwise you will have to break your heart (Wei Zhuang, "Bodhisattva Man") I plan to marry you and live in peace for the rest of my life. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you cannot be ashamed (Wei Zhuang, "Sidi Xiang") The waning moon is shining brightly on your face, don't shed tears at dawn (Niu Xiji, "Sheng Cha Zi") There are too many words, but the love is not over.

Looking back, I still remember: Remember the green skirt, pity the fragrant grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's "Shengchazi") I made a thousand wishes before my pillow, I want to rest and wait until the green mountains die (Dunhuang poem) I want him to win a husband I came back early, but I turned around and looked back at Qingyunli (Dunhuang Ci) secretly with deep affection. Two green leaves remain.

Riding on an elephant and crossing the water first (Li Xun's "Nanxiangzi") I often get sick and drink in front of the flowers every day, and I don't hesitate to see my beautiful face in the mirror thin (Feng Yansi's "Magpie Stepping on the Branch") How many tears are there to limit hatred , relying on the Langqian (Li Jing's "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi"). If you keep cutting, the principles will remain chaotic, which is the sorrow of separation. There is no ordinary feeling in my heart (Li Yu's "The Cry of the Black Night"). I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward (Li Yu's "Puffy Beauty") Don't lean on the railing alone. There are unlimited rivers and mountains. It's easy to say goodbye but difficult to see when you're gone.

When the flowers fall on the flowing water and spring is gone, in heaven and on earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha"), it is difficult for the slave to come out, so I teach you to show mercy.

(Li Yu's "Bodhisattva Man") After the lonely people in the other lanes dispersed, Wang Can Tobacco was in the doldrums.

The incense of the stove floats like a phoenix. Holding Luo Dai empty, looking back and hating Yiyi.

(Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy") If I change my heart for yours, I will realize that we have deep memories of each other (Gu Kui's "Revelation of Heartfelt Love") When will the green poplar grass stop? The tears in my eyes and the sorrow in my heart have already stopped (Qian Wei's "Spring in the Jade House") In the past, I was sick and tired of the fragrant bottle, but today I am afraid that the fragrant bottle will be shallow (Qian Wei's "Spring in the Jade House") I lean alone high in the Mingyue Tower, and the wine fills my heart with sorrow, turning into lovesickness Tears (Fan Zhongyan's "Sumuzhe") Every year and tonight, the moon is as bright as the moonlight, and the person has grown thousands of miles away (Fan Zhongyan's "Yujie Xing") The heart is broken and there is no reason to get drunk. Before the wine arrives, tears first come.

The lamp is turned off and the pillow is turned off, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone. Everyone came to this matter, with their eyebrows in their hearts, and they couldn't avoid each other (Fan Zhongyan's "Royal Street Journey") When will Chunchun return? Facing the evening mirror, the scenery is hurt, and the past is empty in the later period (Zhang Xian's "Tian Xianzi") There is no choice but the flowers have fallen away, and it seems that the swallows have returned, and the fragrant path of the small garden is wandering alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha") The bright moon does not know the pain of separation, and the slanting light comes Dawn passes through Zhuhu (Yan Shu's "Die Lian Hua") and I want to send colorful notes and rulers. The mountains are long and the rivers are vast, and I know where I am (Yan Shu's "Die Lian Hua"). Growth hates joy but is willing to love a thousand pieces of gold with a light smile.

I hold wine for you to welcome the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers. (Song Qi's "Spring in the Jade House") It was raining and windy at the end of March.

The door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. Tears ask the flowers, they are silent, and the red flowers fly across the swing (Ouyang Xiu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers") The sorrow of separation gradually becomes endless, and the distance is endless like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Traveling on the Shasha") Every inch of the soft intestine is full of pink tears (Ouyang Xiu's "Traveling on the Shasha") 》) The music and songs dispersed among the tourists, only to feel the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu, "Picking Mulberries"). The gathering and separation seemed to be in a hurry, and the hatred was endless.

This year’s flowers are more red than last year’s, but it’s a pity that next year’s flowers will be even better. I don’t know who knows the same. (Ouyang Xiu's "Lang Tao Sha") I just started to send spring back, and then I sent you back.

If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch the spring, tens of thousands of people will stay in the spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Shuzi") The falling flower is independent, and the flying swallows fly together (Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal") There are only a few Yinggang photos left tonight, there is a fear Meeting each other is like a dream (Yan Jidao "Partridge Sky") Can sleep late, unforgettable, even heartless and heartbroken (Yan Jidao "Nanxiangzi") The temples are pitiful, just for the love of the old (Yan Jidao "Sheng Chazi") ) Reluctant to paint a noble household, the spring breeze is free and the poplar flowers are free (Wang Anguo's "Qing Ping Le") Ten years of life and death are uncertain, without thinking, you are in trouble.

8. Poems describing infatuation

"Chan Gongqu·Spring Love" (Xu Zaisi, Yuan Dynasty)

If you don't know lovesickness in your life, you will love it, and it will harm lovesickness.

The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, and the energy is like gossamer.

A wisp of lingering fragrance is here, I hope the rich wanderer will do it.

When will the syndrome come?

When the lamp is half dim, when the moon is half bright.

Du Liniang’s dream of a goat on a hillside

It’s hard to get rid of spring love without chaos, but suddenly she harbors resentment. Then I gave birth to Xiao Chanjuan, one from a famous family, one with the gods. What a good match, throwing youth away! Who can see my sleeping state? Then the reason is shy. Who do you want to be with in Youmeng, and the secret of spring? Delay, this is what I mean! Flood and fry, splash the remaining life, except ask the sky!

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A very good relationship throws youth far away, a lot People know this poem probably because of Zhang Ailing, but few people know its origin. This poem vividly expresses Du Liniang's deep boudoir resentment, lamenting the passing of years and the failure of a good relationship

Tang Wan's Hairpin Phoenix

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The world is thin and human beings are evil. When the rain comes at dusk, flowers tend to fall;

When the wind dries at dawn, the traces of tears remain.

When I want to write down my thoughts, I speak alone in the lantern.

Difficult, difficult, difficult.

People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing;

The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark,

I am afraid of being asked, so I pretend to swallow tears Huan,

Hide, hide, hide.

Yuan Zhen's "Removal of Sorrows"

Part 1

Mr. Xie, who was the youngest, was partial to girls, so he married Qian Lou and was a good boy.

I have no clothes to search for a bag of watermelon, and he is selling wine to pick up gold hairpins.

Wild vegetables add to the meal and the sweet clover is grown, while the fallen leaves add fuel to the ancient locust tree.

Today's salary exceeds 100,000 yuan, and I will build and restore the camp with Jun Ying.

Second

In the past, we joked about the consequences behind our lives, but now they are all in front of our eyes.

The clothes have been put on and all is seen, but the needle and thread are still untied.

I still miss my old love and pity my maidservant, and I also gave money to her in my dream.

I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor and lowly couples suffer from everything.

Third

Sitting idle and grieving for the king also grieves for oneself, a hundred years is how long.

Deng You had no children and found out about his fate, but Pan Yue wasted no time in mourning his death.

No matter where you look at the same acupuncture point, it will be even harder to predict his fate.

I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay you for not raising my eyebrows in my life.

Bai Juyi's Poetry on Waves and Flooding in the Sand

I would like to ask how the river tide and the sea water are like the love of a king and the heart of a concubine

Hatred is not as good as the tide and trust. When I miss each other, I realize that the sea is not deep.

Wang Wei's "Lovesickness" Red beans grow in the southern country. How many branches will grow when spring comes? I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.

"Seeing and Not Seeing" If you see me, or if you don't see me, I will be there. If you miss me, or if you don't miss me, I will be there. I will not come or go. If you don't love me, I will love you. Where there is no increase or decrease, you follow me, or if you don't follow me, my hand is in your hand. Never give up, come to my arms, or let me live in your heart, love each other silently, be silent and rejoice

Magpie Bridge Immortal·Newlyweds" The matchmaker matches the matchmaker, the marriage is determined by fate, and the lotuses bloom together. The harmonious harp and harp tie together with the same heart, and the connected tree cannot be separated from each other. The soft intestines are full of knots, the good times have been promised, when can Yinhan cross? But when you have to compete to fly, you will be envious, there are countless mandarin ducks!

"Butterflies in Love with Flowers" Yan Jidao (Song Dynasty) dreamed of entering the Yanshui Road in the south of the Yangtze River. He traveled all the way to the south of the Yangtze River without meeting anyone else. There is nothing to say when you are sleeping, and you are melancholy when you wake up. If I try to exhaust all the details of this love letter, it will end up with no evidence. But according to the farewell song of the slow string song, the broken heart moves the Qin Zheng pillar.

Bian water flow, Si water flow, flowing to the ancient ferry of Guazhou, Wushan is a little sad. I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, I hate it until I return home. People lean against the building in the bright moon. --------------------------------Sauvignon Blanc·Bai Juyi

Yuan Hao Question - Moyu'er asked about the world and what love is, and taught him the promise of life and death. Traveling from all over the world, Lao Wing has experienced the cold and heat several times. Joy is fun, parting is painful. There are even more idiotic children among them. You should have something to say. Thousands of miles of clouds and dusk snow on thousands of mountains, only shadows are going to whom. On Hengfen Road, the sound of drums was heard in loneliness. The desolate smoke is still plain and clear. How come the souls are summoned, and the mountain ghosts cry secretly in the wind and rain. God is jealous. If you don't believe in it, the orioles and swallows are all in loess. Eternal. In order to entertain the poet, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.