Poems describing one's smallness and lowliness

My humble work on 1 A humble poem describing a person's physical and mental exhaustion in love.

1, "Su Curtain"

Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves.

The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep.

The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.

Blue sky and white clouds, yellow leaves on the earth. Autumn scenery is reflected on the blue waves on the river, and the water waves are glowing with cold smoke and green. The distant mountains are bathed in sunset, and the sky is connected with rivers. The grass on the shore seems heartless, beyond the setting sun. It is sad to miss my hometown silently, and it is difficult to get rid of lingering worries.

Unless you have a good dream every night, you can get a moment of comfort. The bright moon shines on tall buildings, so don't lean on it alone. Pick up the wine to wash your sorrow, but it all turns into acacia tears.

2. "How deep is the yard?"

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

The courtyard is deep. How deep is it? Willow Yiyi, flying with patches of smoke, a curtain with many layers. Luxurious chariots and horses are parked in the place where aristocratic childe plays. She went upstairs and looked into the distance, but she couldn't see the way to Zhangtai.

Spring is dusk, and the rain in March is accompanied by strong winds. No matter how you hide the evening scenery, you can't keep spring. I tearfully asked Luohua if she knew my thoughts. Falling flowers are silent and chaotic, flying out of the swing bit by bit.

3. Wuling Spring Festival Gala

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

It is said that Shuangxi spring is still good, and I plan to go boating, for fear that Shuangxi can't bear much worry.

The wind stopped, the dust smelled of flowers, and the flowers had withered. The sun has risen high, but I'm too lazy to dress up. The scenery remains the same, the personnel have changed, and everything is over.

I wanted to pour out my feelings, but before I could speak, tears came down first. I heard that the spring scenery in Shuangxi is still good, and I plan to go boating. I'm afraid the grasshopper-like boat in Shuangxi can't bear the heavy sadness in my heart.

4. "Fishing and Qiu Yan Ci"

Jin Dynasty: Yuan Haowen

Ask the world, what is love, teaching life and death?

Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.

Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.

You should say something:

Wan Li stratus clouds, Qian Shan sunset snow, only to whom?

Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.

What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.

The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.

For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.

Translation: Oh, my God! Excuse me, what love makes these two geese treat each other with life and death? Fly north and south with me, the distant capital, let it be hot in Leng Xia in winter, and still love each other. Although flying with me is happy, parting is really painful. At this moment, I know that this spoony double goose is more spoony than spoony children in the world!

The lover who was inseparable has passed away. The real goose should know in her heart that this trip to Wan Li is lonely and the future is long. Every year, they fly to Wan Li and Qian Shan, and at dusk, they lose the love of their lives and are lonely. What's the point even if they live alone?

This watershed area used to be a place for Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty to play. Whenever Emperor Wu goes out for a patrol, it is always noisy with gongs and drums. It's cold smoke and cold grass now, and it's a depression. Emperor Wu died, and evoking souls is of no help. The mountain gods cried in vain, and the dead are gone!

Even heaven is jealous of the affection of these two geese who are committed to life and death. A double-hearted goose will never turn to dust after death like a swallow. Will be remembered forever after death. Singing and drinking, visiting the former site of Qiu Yan cemetery to pay homage to the couple's souls.

5. "Meet again in the depths of Qulan"

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Reunion in the depths of the winding aperture, tears even to people. Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months.

Sleeping alone for half a life, the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. Recall what is the most fascinating thing. The first move is to draw a skirt.

I met you again in the depths of the winding cloister, and I held you in my arms with pity. The two snuggled together, whispering and telling each other about their long-lost lovesickness. In my arms, your body trembled slightly, gently wiping the dripping crystal tears, which made people feel infinite pity. Now, the beauty in memory has become desolate after parting.

After leaving, I only felt lonely for half my life, and tears were already on my pillow. The bleakest and coldest, in the quiet moonlight, I am most afraid of memories, so I splash ink on my skirt with you.

2. Poems and songs describing humble people

An old man selling charcoal

Author: Bai Juyi

Kumiya city also.

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's the point of selling charcoal? You can't eat with clothes on.

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

At night, I came to this city with a foot of snow. I drove a charcoal car on the ice.

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 are the two riders? Yellow messenger and white shirt.

Holding the document was forgiven, and the cow was led north when she got back to the car.

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

Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head.