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How to describe your frustrated mood poem
The cost of pure wine, gold cup, a hip flask of 10 thousand copper, jade plate worth 10 thousand dollars. I threw away my food bar and cup, I couldn't eat or drink, I pulled out my dagger, and 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 lie lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun, which is very difficult to do! Travel is hard, don't go astray! Where to go today. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea.
Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Show Grandnephew's Neck"
A letter is typed nine days early and eight thousand at Chaoyang Road late. If you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you are willing to decline and cherish the old! Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? Snow blocked the blue horse. Knowing that you have come a long way, you should be interested in collecting my bones by the river.
Du Fu, up the hill
In the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, and birds fly home on the clear lake and white beach.
Leaves fall like a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.
I came from three thousand miles away. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone.
Bad luck has formed a bitter frost on my temples, and heartache and fatigue are a thick dust in my wine.
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