A poem about personal feelings that no one knows.

1. Poems unknown in my heart are noble and unknown:

Taohuawu Taohua Temple, Taohuaguan Taohuaxian.

Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them.

When you wake up, you just sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers.

Half drunk and half awake day after day, flowers bloom year after year.

I hope I die of old age. I don't want to bow my head in front of horses and chariots.

Car dust and clues show things, and wine is hidden in snuff.

If the revealer is compared to a hermit, one is underground and the other is in heaven.

If we compare Hua San to horses and chariots, I will have no leisure.

The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.

There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.

The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it. ...

No one knows the poem of inner pain:

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.

If you want to give your heart to Yao Qin, there are few bosom friends. Who will listen if you break the string?

2. Unknown ancient poetry first, for example:

Cao Sanxuan's poem "Hidden in the Water Dragon" in the Qing Dynasty said: "One dream in ten years, the rivers and lakes are far away, and the road is as clear as ever."

Appreciation: Shao Hua was in a hurry. After ten years of ups and downs, everything in the Jianghu left him. After vicissitudes of life, the prosperity has dissipated, and the green hills remain. Free and easy beyond detachment.

The whole word has been lost and can't be found.

Secondly, recommend some little-known good poems.

1. One of the three poems about crossing the North on May 3rd is very curious.

The roadside is full of tired prisoners, and the traffic in the past is heavy.

Pink with Uighur horse crying, for whom to turn back step by step.

2. "Going through Customs" (Qing) Xu Lan

With the mountain overlooking the ancient border state sea, the shadow wind turned to see the garrison building.

There is no turning back when you go through the customs.

3. Boating Cattle in Huaizhong (Song Dynasty)

Weeds are green in the spring shade, and sometimes there are flowers and trees.

At night, under the lonely boat ancient temple, Sichuan is full of wind and rain.

4. "Drinking tea with Yuan Jushi in Qingshan Lake" (Tang Lingyi)

Between the fireworks in the spring and the white clouds, I sit and drink fragrant tea and love this mountain.

The boat under the rock can't bear to go, and the clear stream is flowing at dusk.

5. "The title nephew Bichi" (Huang Ming Key)

A vein of Kunlun was cut, and it was a small Penglai.

The sun is floating in the black dragon, and Yunying invites Bai Niao.

People who wash their ears fight with mountains and rivers, and their charm is ancient and modern.

Who will take care of it in a hundred years? Drink a few glasses of wine every day.

A poem in my heart 1 No one knows how to say it. I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?

Source: Song Yuefei, "Xiao Zhongshan couldn't stop crying last night"

Interpretation: I want to give a piece of music to the lyre, full of worries. But the mountains and rivers are sparse, even if the strings are broken, who will listen?

2, the world is turbid, I am alone, everyone is drunk and I wake up alone.

Source: The Fisherman, Qu Yuan's Chu Ci during the Warring States Period.

Interpretation: The world is turbid, only I am clear and transparent (not in cahoots), the world system is intoxicated, but I am awake.

3. Zhu Sixian has few confidants, and Ran Ran has no self-decline.

Source: Bai Qiji's "butterfly lovers, Drunken Book, Rain and Rock Waves"

Interpretation: Even if the string of cinnabar is broken, there are still few bosom friends. Time goes by quietly, and I am getting old.

4. The world is against me. What do you want?

Source: Wei and Jin Dynasties Tao Yuanming's "Dugui Qulai Xi Ci"

Interpretation: The world is the opposite of what I thought. What can I try to explore?

I turn my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the ditch.

Source: Yuan Gaoming's Pipa Story

Interpretation: I devoted myself to the bright moon, but the bright moon did not shine on me, but filled the ditch.

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According to legend, he was good at playing the piano in ancient times, and only by listening to his interest in the sound of the piano (see Liezi). Later, I called my bosom friend a bosom friend.

A bosom friend is hard to find. People often say that "a bosom friend is enough in life", and it is enough for a person to know a friend who really understands himself in this life.

If you want others to know your heart, you should open your heart, be willing to accept others' approach and have a heart-to-heart conversation. Be patient and look for it slowly, and Bole will always appear in life.

4. Express yourself. Although no one appreciates you, you still have 1 poems of talented people, with white hair and long sorrow.

I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. Song of Autumn Pu Tang Libai II. There is Du Fang in the north mountain, and decadent flowers are in full bloom.

Before picking it, the autumn wind suddenly blew away. You don't see the clouds blowing loose, even if the autumn wind is helpless.

Fourth, I often change the color of indigo, and poor Du Hua doesn't know each other. "Experience" Tang Yan Shen 3. I have stopped petitioning at the North Palace Gate and went to this shabby house on Zhongnanshan.

I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing. The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die.

Full of sadness, tossing and turning, the pine forest is empty under the moon. "On Returning to Zhongnanshan at the End of the Year" Meng Haoran 4. It's really sad to see Li Shengjiu.

The whole world wants to kill people, and I only care about talent. A thousand clever poems and a glass of wine.

Kuangshan reading office, it's good to be back white. "There is no news (almost no news of Li Bai)" Du Fu of Tang Dynasty, a hermit in his lonely residence, nurses his thoughts and cares.

He projected them to the wild goose to bear his distant monarch. Who will be moved by the sincerity of my futile prayer day and night? I can't comfort the sinking.

"Experience" Zhang Tang 906 Li, where the lake in August is integrated with the paradise air. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.

I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

A Letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang Meng Haoran 7. Dust and wine stains on clothes are everywhere. Is this body a poet? Riding a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle.

"There is light rain in Jianmen Road" Song Luyou 8. In the propaganda room, he asked for a visit to the minister, and Jia was even more incoherent. Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods.

Jia Li Shang Yin 9. I have heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I am on this tower. The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.

There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat. The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.

"The Story of Climbing Yueyang Tower" Tang Du Fu 10, dying of illness, went to Wan Li Road. I can't go to the river bridge to see it off. The trees by the river are close to the feelings of parting.

You lost your official position just because you have been to Sunchuhe River and Miluo River to pay tribute to the ship. Unfortunately, you are like the Longquan sword, and no one abandoned you in Fengcheng, Jiangxi.

"Send Du" Tang Song 1 1, read less poetry books, poor Han and Tang dynasties, don't send agriculture and mulberry all your life. Riding a donkey wants to land on his feet, and there is always a bottle of wine around him.

"Self-mockery" Song Luyou 12, Qingchuan sunset early and low, melancholy lonely boat. Birds fly far and near on the flat Ye Yuan, as if they were running with the water.

May Baiyun bring my thoughts to friends thousands of miles away, and may the moon bring my sad thoughts to friends with the water. The suffering of a friend's relegation is beyond words, like a river with lush spring grass.

"Death of the Immortal" Liu Tang Changqing 13 It's cold in the autumn night. On the Laka tree in this courtyard, I am lying alone in the town by the river. I looked at my extinguished candle. I heard the lonely sound of the horn sounded in the dark, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me.

My emissary is scattered by the vortex of rain and sand, and it is difficult to go. However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight.

Fu Su Tang Du Fu 14, in front of me, is the era that has passed? Behind me, where are the future generations? . Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.

On the tower of Youzhou Ziang 15, I had to throw away the bolt and me from yesterday. It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.

The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine, because the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

Shu Yun, Loushu, Xuanzhou Xie Tiao, Li Bai 16, lives in a hut and doesn't wear fragrant silk. She is eager to arrange marriage, but how dare she? . Who would have known her cutest simple face, dressed frugally in the era of pity.

Her finger embroidery is unparalleled, but she can't compete with painting eyebrows. Year after year, she sewed gold thread for other girls in the bridal gown.

"Poor Girl" Qin Taoyu 17, Zhuo Ling tears, overlapping from the west. Even if it is cold at night, it can't be opened without warmth in spring.

If there is no landing plan, it is advisable to give up Jichuan materials. I would like to send it to the sky, and the wind will return to Wan Li.

Si 18, A Nightmare in Huangzhou, is an old description. Although it has changed, it is in high spirits when drunk. What does the Taihang Wangs do? It's like laughing at the foolish old man's overreaching.

19, orchid leaves are tender in spring and osmanthus flowers are bright in autumn. Life in the world is full of vitality, which naturally conforms to the beautiful season.

Who wants to live in seclusion in the mountains and smell the fragrance, so full of joy. Won't it be more demanding to be transplanted than any other natural flower? .

Twenty times of "Nine Years of Zhang Tang", the cost price of pure wine is a gold cup, ten thousand coppers and a hip flask, and Yupanzhen is ashamed of ten thousand dollars. I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.

I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.

It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.

"it is hard to go" Tang Libai 2 1, the river clouds lock the dream soul, and the river dances Liu Kun at night. The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy.

Nostalgia is unbearable, orange pomelo, who wants to value Wang Sun when traveling? Fishermen don't ask each other when they meet, and Xiao returns to the island gate.

"Autumn Rain Stay in Xiangjiang River" Tang 22. Here, south of the Yangtze River, there is a red orange tree. Its leaves are green all winter. Not because the soil is getting warmer, but because it is accustomed to the cold by nature.

Although it may serve your distinguished guests, you leave it here, far below the mountains and rivers ... Environment determines fate, and cause and effect is an infinite cycle.

You planted your peach trees and plums and forgot the shade of another tree? "Experience" is nine years old and twenty-three. Jiang Yingyan first flew, carrying pots and guests. Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset. After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?

"Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days" Du Mu 24. Flowers, as high as my window, hurt the hearts of wanderers, because I see that looking from this height, it is sad everywhere. The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable.

The imperial court, like the North Star, will not change in the end, and the Western Hills of Kohl will not invade Tibet. However, in the twilight, I felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor. I sang the songs that his prime minister sang when he was not unfamiliar on the mountain.

"Going to the Building" Du Fu 25, good blue collar, all from poetry books. This is also a waste of time, pure creation and a lot of effort.

Before I could buy Tian Qingying's tail, I had to buy rice for Chang 'an. At that time, the yellow rolls were all in front, which was very embarrassing.

Looking back on the past is a play. Pity the cow and the chicken ribs.

Tiger and leopard are nine times as heavy. Separate them. Three roads will have a good autumn, and a dollar will not force poverty.

For yellow flowers, I often stay without reciting poems, and poetry has become a hobby. "Mangjiang Mangrove Tree Sophora" Turquoise Dazu 26, plowing thousands of acres and thousands of boxes, who is tired of strength? But in order to satisfy all sentient beings, even if they are sick in the sun, they will not hesitate.

"Sick cow" Li Gang 27. At that time, Wanli found a seal and mounted a horse to guard Liangzhou. Now the military life of defending the frontier fortress can only appear in dreams, but I don't know where I am in dreams. Dust covered the old mink fur.

The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry. In this life, who knows, my heart is in Tianshan, and I am always in Cangzhou! On the 28th of Lu You, Feng will return home, and there is no fish to eat. Zhou Bu-si bowed to the nobles to welcome him.

At that time, people in Huaiyin laughed at the ministers of the Han Dynasty for their cowardice and incompetence, but they were jealous of Jia Yi's Excellence. Have you seen the former prince of Yan? He respects talents, builds high platforms and provides gold to talented people. Bend down and sweep the floor to welcome them? ?

Juxin and Le Yi were grateful for their kindness. They tried their best to serve the monarch with their talents. "Difficult to Go to the Sky" Tang Libai 29. There is Du Fang in the north of Cen Can, and decadent flowers are in full bloom.

Before picking it, the autumn wind suddenly blew away. You don't see the clouds blowing loose, even if the autumn wind is helpless.

Fourth, I often change the color of indigo, and poor Du Hua doesn't know each other. "Feeling" Tang 30, panting all his life, talking about loneliness.

5. Are there any poems that express inner bitterness but no one knows? Meng Haoran: I won't petition at Beigongmen. I'll go back to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year and this shabby house on Zhongnanshan.

I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing. The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die.

Full of sadness, tossing and turning, the pine forest is empty under the moon. Lu You never forgot to serve his country until he died. At that time, Wanli asked for a seal and guarded Liangzhou with horses.

Now the military life of defending the frontier fortress can only appear in dreams, but I don't know where I am in dreams. Dust covered the old mink fur. The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry.

In this life, who knows, my heart is in Tianshan, and I am always in Cangzhou! Du Fu, who angered the prince by remonstrance, was not reused as a climber among flowers, as high as my window, which hurt the wanderer's heart, because from this height, I was sad everywhere. The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable.

The imperial court, like the North Star, will not change in the end, and the Western Hills of Kohl will not invade Tibet. However, in the twilight, I felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor. I sang the songs that his prime minister sang when he was not unfamiliar on the mountain.

Xin Qiji, who is full of martial arts and enthusiasm for saving the country, can only express his feelings in words and give Chen Tongfu strong words, so that he looks at the sword drunkenly and dreams of returning to camp. Eight hundred miles of moxibustion, fifty strings of external sound.

Autumn soldiers on the battlefield. Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder.

Despite the king's world affairs, he won a name before he died. Poor hair has become a white-haired man! Li Bai, who is both civil and military, can only send his feelings to the mountains and rivers and drown his sorrows by drinking.

Since yesterday, Shu Yun had to leave my farewell letters with Bolt and Xie Tiao in the Xie Tiao Building in Xuanzhou. It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.

The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine, because the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

The expenses of Tang, Li Bai and pure wine are very difficult to go. In exchange for a gold cup, 10,000 coppers, a hip flask, a jade plate, Jane and shame, 10,000 yuan. I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.

I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.

It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.

It's hard to walk. Li Bai Road in Tang Dynasty is as wide as the blue sky, but there is no way out in front of me. I don't want to follow the rich kids in Chang 'an City to engage in dog fighting gambling games.

I don't mean to grovel in the door of power, as Feng Xuan complained. At that time, people in Huaiyin laughed at the ministers of the Han Dynasty for their cowardice and incompetence, but they were jealous of Jia Yi's Excellence.

Have you seen the former prince of Yan? He respects talents, builds high platforms and provides gold to talented people. Bend down and sweep the floor to welcome them? ? Juxin and Le Yi were grateful for their kindness. They tried their best to serve the monarch with their talents.

The king's bones have been buried. Who will sweep the floor of the golden platform again? . It's hard to go. Come back.

I feel that Tang Censhen has Du Fang in the north of the mountain, and decadent flowers are in full bloom. Before picking it, the autumn wind suddenly blew away.

You don't see the clouds blowing loose, even if the autumn wind is helpless. Fourth, I often change the color of indigo, and poor Du Hua doesn't know each other.

Visit the south tower of Chongzhen, and the title Tang Yuxuan is silent and Yunfeng is full of spring, and the silver hook refers to the afterlife. I only hate my female identity to cover up my literary talent, and I can only look up and admire the imperial examination.

Meet Tang Zhang Jiuling. Here, in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a red orange tree. Its leaves are green all winter. Not because the soil is getting warmer, but because it is accustomed to the cold by nature.

Although it may serve your distinguished guests, you leave it here, far below the mountains and rivers ... Environment determines fate, and cause and effect is an infinite cycle.

You planted your peach trees and plums and forgot the shade of another tree? Feel the delicate orchid leaves in spring, Zhang Jiuling, Tang Dynasty. Osmanthus fragrans is bright in autumn. Life in the world is full of vitality, which naturally conforms to the beautiful season.

Who wants to live in seclusion in the mountains and smell the fragrance, so full of joy. Won't it be more demanding to be transplanted than any other natural flower? .

See Don Zhang Jiuling, a hermit in his lonely residence and a nurse cleaning his mind from worries. He projected them to the wild goose to bear his distant monarch.

Who will be moved by the sincerity of my futile prayer day and night? I can't comfort the sinking. Huangzhou evening sorrow Tang Xiangsi Zhuo Ling tears, overlapping from the west.

Even if it is cold at night, it can't be opened without warmth in spring. If there is no landing plan, it is advisable to give up Jichuan materials.

I would like to send it to the sky, and the wind will return to Wan Li. Jianmen Road, when it rains slightly, there are dust and wine marks on Lu You's clothes in the Song Dynasty, and you will disappear everywhere when you travel far away.

Is this body a poet? Riding a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle. Self-mockery Song read less poetry books, poor Han and Tang dynasties, and sent agriculture and mulberry all his life.

Riding a donkey wants to land on his feet, and there is always a bottle of wine around him. Old to describe, although changed, drunk in high spirits.

What does the Taihang Wangs do? It's like laughing at the foolish old man's overreaching. When Lu You was young, he knew that the world was unbearable, and the Central Plains looked like a mountain in the north.

It snowed at night and the iron horse dispersed in the autumn wind. Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.

When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years. Autumn [Tang] Li Bai's white hair is three thousands of feet, and his fate is like a song of everlasting regret.

I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. Add a few messages from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang-Meng Haoran, where the lake and heaven are an air on the eighth day of the first month. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.

I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

6. Express a poem that no one understands. I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I couldn't see Kyushu.

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.

When is it important to shed tears and stay drunk? People grow up and hate water.

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.

Looking after each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears are expected to break the heart every year: moonlit night, short matsuoka.

Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.

Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

You should have a sentence, Wan Liyun, Qian Shan Dusk, who is the only shadow?

The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and the teaching workshop is still playing a farewell song. Tears for Gong E.

Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and who will pity if the red disappears and the fragrance disappears?