Poetry describing the pain of life

Appreciation of life's painful poems 1. Painful poem

XII. He Sina IV.

1. gaoyi map

Where can I find the yellow crane?

Leaving only the sky in Wan Li,

Bai Yunfei.

In the past, good night became a holiday.

Doubt is a mistake,

Who ever wanted to keep his promise?

Why does this feeling last so long?

Had to ask the traveler of Tianya:

Flowers in the mirror,

The moon in the water.

The famous Red Cliff in history is the legacy of heroism.

In the storm,

Dragon and tiger jump.

The mountains are heroes,

Cold stars twinkle in the sky,

Five thousand years is unwilling to be lonely.

Drunk and sighing,

Look at the flowers in the world:

Autumn wind rises,

The voice rustled.

2. Map of fisherman's father

Spring breeze blows green trees,

The world of mortals is hard to break,

Say goodbye to sadness.

Even without any advantages,

A strong heart remains,

Don't ask God for help.

The world pursues the east water,

Only heroes walk alone;

Look at that flying ship,

Nandu again.

Where does duckweed go?

Sighing that the past is unbearable,

A sad scene.

Mountains and rivers are still there,

I cann't express my pride,

A few degrees in spring and autumn in the storm.

Back on the ninth, sometimes,

Why ask heaven a thousand words?

Driving Hong Fei,

Go to the sky.

Akiyama asked for a photo.

The geese fly to the south again,

As far as the eyes can see,

Sunsets are hard to catch.

Wildfire burned weeds,

Stones piled up all the way,

Cannot be buried,

Dust and ashes.

Only the rolling Yangtze River water,

The back wave still pushes the front wave:

It's all gone,

Right and wrong.

Claiming to be invincible,

How much did you suffer for this?

It's stormy.

The table is full of glory, Wan Li,

Drums are beating loudly,

When did the tiger fall from power?

For family reunion,

I have a home. I can't go home.

To whom,

Complaining about sadness?

4. Micro-type

Speaking of this life,

I want to know how many roads I have walked.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter.

When I was young, my heart was too high.

I went to answer all the questions.

Who are you talking to now?

A person can't sing any more,

What's more, human feelings are as cold as ice:

I can't hear you,

I sing.

When I woke up from my dream, everything was empty.

I am worried about Spigel,

White hair only increases.

I had to hide in Emei Mountain,

Become a monk,

The world was abandoned.

Men are brave,

Stop talking about the past:

Disappear in,

In the cold wind.

2. A poem lamenting the helplessness of life

1, Hua Lin thanked Chun Hong, which was too hasty. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. —— From the Five Dynasties: Li Yu's Meeting Lin Huan, Hua Xie and Chun Hong.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the safflower in the forest has withered and the flowers have gone in a hurry. Also very helpless. How can flowers endure the cold and rain day and night?

Red flowers falling everywhere are wet by rain, like rouge on the cheeks of a tearful beauty. When can we meet again? There are always too many resentments in life, just like the river that died in the east, which never stops and never ends.

2. Life is rootless, floating on the dust like a stranger. Life blowing in the wind, the body has gone through hardships, and it is not what it used to be. When the world is brothers, why do brothers of their own brothers want to date each other? When you meet a pleasure, you should be happy, and you should invite your neighbors to drink. Once the youth is gone, it will never come again, and you will never see the arrival of the next day. It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one. -From Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming's Miscellaneous Poems

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: life has no roots in the world, but floating dust in the Tao. Life blowing in the wind, this body has gone through hardships and is no longer what it used to be. The whole world wants to be brothers, why do biological brothers want to date each other?

When you are happy, you should be happy. If you have wine, you should invite your neighbors to drink it. Once youth is gone, it is impossible to come back and never see the next day. We should encourage ourselves in our prime. Time goes by and waits for no one.

3. Life is like a trip, and I am also a pedestrian. -From the Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Lin Jiang Xian sends money to Mu Fu"

Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: Life is a difficult journey, and you and I are both passers-by, just like stopping at different inns.

4, the world is a big dream, how many times is life cool in autumn? At night, the sound of wind blowing leaves rings in the gallery. Look at the eyebrows and temples. The wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy. Who is alone with * * * on Mid-Autumn Festival? Looking at the north sadly. -From the Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon, A Dream on Earth"

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Everything in the world is like a big dream. How many cool autumn has life experienced? At night, the sound of the wind blowing leaves resounds through the cloister. Look at yourself, there are a few more silver lines in your brow. Wine is not good, but it worries the guests. Although the moon is bright, it is always covered by clouds. Who can enjoy this wonderful moonlight with me on this Mid-Autumn Festival night? I can only pick up my glass and look at the north sadly.

5, listening to my "respecting the old and loving the young and getting drunk", life is helpless. But to make love close, you must believe that the opposite of ruthlessness is mountains and rivers. -From the Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji's Ding Fengbo, Sending Fan Kuo to You Jiankang at the Table.

Vernacular interpretation: Please listen to what I said in front of the glass. Parting is a helpless thing in life. If you have a good relationship, even if you are thousands of miles apart, you will feel very close, but the rivers and mountains on the other side of the river are too ruthless.

Life is painful and sad.

1, we pretend to be strangers when we are not strangers.

2. I used to think that sadness would cause a lot of tears; It turns out that the real sadness is that I can't shed a tear.

3, life is like peeling an onion, there is always a piece that will make people cry.

From the day I left you, the left atrium gradually stopped beating.

5, we, and those memories about us, turned out to be just a joke.

6, there is a kind of miss, called avoiding and not seeing.

7. If you don't take the initiative, you will lose, but taking the initiative is really tiring.

8. Sometimes, when you are wronged, you don't want to cry, but as long as others ask you what's wrong, you can't help crying.

9. If one day you can walk into my heart, you will find that 99% of the injuries are caused by you.

10 No matter how many people you love, no matter how painful and happy you love, what you finally learn is how to love yourself, not how to love.

4. Sentence appreciation. If life is a beautiful music, then pain is indispensable.

Appreciate this passage to express the author's view on life by metaphor, compare life to music and pain to notes; Life is compared to the sea, and setbacks are compared to waves; Life is compared to the sky, and setbacks are compared to white clouds; Explain that pain, frustration and frustration are indispensable to life. At the same time, the three metaphors form a parallelism, which strengthens the language potential and increases the appeal of the sentence. If life is a lively drama, then parting is an indispensable scene; If life is a delicious food, then sadness is an essential seasoning; If life is a colorful palette, then tempering is one of the colors that cannot be ignored.

5. Sentences about sadness and despair in life

Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. 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.

Looking around, lonely and sad.

Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

The poor live in downtown areas, but the rich have distant relatives in the mountains.

Human feelings are colder than Wujiang, and things are more difficult!

The pork JIU stinks, and the road has frozen bones.

I thought the bird couldn't fly over the sea, because I thought it didn't have the courage to fly over the sea. Ten years later, I discovered that it was not birds that could not fly, but the other side of the sea, and there was no waiting.

There is too much helplessness in our life, and we can't change it, and we can't change it. To make matters worse, we have lost the idea of change.

No matter how big the house is, it is fake, and the last place to live is a small box.

Death can only prove that I have lived.

Close your eyes, the world has nothing to do with me.

We are all living puppets, and occasionally, we have our own ideas.

If you don't look back, why don't you forget? Since there is no chance, why curse? Today, everything is like water.

6. What ancient poems describe the bitterness of life?

1. Sell charcoal Weng

Tang Bai Juyi

An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round.

His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.

What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.

Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.

At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market.

Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.

Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.

The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.

A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way.

Those people put half a piece of red yarn and a piece of silk on their heads as the price of charcoal.

Watch the wheat cutting

Tang Bai Juyi

The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.

In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.

Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Summer is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning.

I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.

Another poor woman, holding her son,

Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.

Listening to his words of concern is very sad.

My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.

What are my advantages today? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry.

There are 300 stones in the land, and there is surplus grain in the year of Yan.

I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.

3. Be kind to farmers

Don Li Shen

In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.

There is no waste of heaven and earth, and the toiling peasants are still starving to death.

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.

Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers?

join the army

Don Wang Changling

There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.

Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

5. goat Tongguan nostalgia

Bird Yang Hao

The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road.

Looking at the western capital, I hesitated. Ten thousand rooms in Quegong have been buried.

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