A poem expressing leisurely and quiet mood

1. Poems about a peaceful state of mind

Poems about peace of mind. What are the poems that describe aestheticism, serenity and tranquility?

A Yu Meiren.

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

When is the moon in spring and autumn? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the bright moon.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

Second, the Jade Case Yuan Xi

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the East. It blows down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.

Moth, snow, willow, golden thread. The laughter faded away. Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

Three "Xijiang Moonlight Walk Huangsha Road"

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

Four "Wuling Spring Festival Evening"

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 it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.

Five "Huanxisha"

Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back?

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.

2. On the aesthetic, tranquility and tranquil artistic conception of poetry.

Life is a journey. The value of life lies in the ability to think and awaken. Life is a pious life experience, full of ups and downs, bitter vicissitudes, introverted, simple and unyielding, strong and calm, and always believe in the beauty of life.

2, things avoid victory, things avoid beauty, people avoid prosperity, treat people with tolerance and be indifferent to life.

3. The tranquility I have given up is far from our sincere words, and it hurts to love each other.

As long as a person knows what he really wants and finds the life that suits him best, all the temptations and stimuli from outside really become irrelevant to him. Your body travels around the world as much as possible, and your mood can fluctuate in the world of mortals. The key is that your spirit must have a quiet core. With this core, you can become the master of your surging body and ups and downs.

5, when a person, melancholy is a bit charming, quiet is a bit thin and indifferent; Just like the rain outside the window, it moistens the prosperity of the season and embraces the withered flowers.

6. Heart and heart can not only be combined harmoniously, but also blend more deeply through pain. Pain and pain, fragility and fragility, connect each other's hearts. In every silence, there is always a sad cry; Behind every forgiveness, there is always blood spilled on the earth; Every time you accept it, you always have to experience a painful loss.

7. The true meaning of life is to live a quiet and peaceful life in the hustle and bustle, and let fate run in peace, not catch up.

8. Quiet years are the most charming. Many people are always tired. There is one person who will never betray you, and that person is yourself. Who is not hypocritical, who is not fickle, who is not who. Why do you take some people and things so seriously?

9, shallow time, how warm, have a quiet and safe, keep a quiet heart, not contaminated with sadness.

10, in this life, I will always meet someone, amazing youth; The president accompanied him alone, with vicissitudes of life in gentleness. Beware of micro-motion, love also goes far, to start over, things have long been different; Beware of flattening, the roots of love are gradually growing and have been integrated. When you are new to ignorance, you will know that the sky is high and the clouds are light until you wash away the lead. I would like to hold your hand, listen to the morning bell and the evening drum, watch the sunset and the moon rise, enjoy the quiet time, and don't spend the years in different ways.

3. Quiet poetry

Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain, you never tire of looking at each other.

I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to look at me like this.

Rain and wet clothes are invisible, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence.

Feather drunk me, the first floor of the romantic tube sank into the lake.

I don't know who I am when I'm drunk. I am not a crane in Feiyun.

Birds sing in the empty mountains, and people live with white clouds. The gurgling spring is in my heart, and the fish are playing in the deep pool. The wind blows the mountains and the moon moves. The world of mortals gathers and scatters like a dream, and is deeply sad.

The heart is always as comfortable as white clouds, and everything has the meaning of running water.

Ask rain what is loneliness? Listen to the sound outside the window. Clouds are light, and lewdness is harder to find.

Nanqi is my favorite, while Dongpo loves bamboo.

The clouds and water are gone, and the heavens and the earth are empty.

It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to be blown into the north wind.

The water is long and clear, and the snow window is high and the clouds are flat.

Romantic heartless people secretly change, and the old tour is like a dream.

The flower branches near the water back to the embankment also shine on the Qingjiang River and silt.

What are bitter dreams and troubles? All the old things are self-disturbing.

Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain, you never tire of looking at each other.

White stone in the west of Beijing, cold and fine red leaves. There is no rain on the mountain road and the air is green and wet.

The more ancient poems about keeping inner peace away from the noise, the better.

Drinking, Its Hardware and Tao Yuanming

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.

What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.

That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

Zhuge Liang's Book of Commandments

A gentleman's journey is quiet to cultivate one's morality, and frugal to cultivate one's morality. Not cold, not awake, not quiet, not far away. If you study quietly, you must study. If you don't study, you won't learn widely. If you have no ambition, you can't succeed. If you are slow, you can't be energetic, and if you are dangerous, you can't be radical. Time goes by, meaning goes by, and then becomes withered, not meeting the world, and staying in a poor house sadly. What will happen?

The first poem in drinking:

Decline and glory are uncertain, and each other is more * * *.

Shaosheng's Gua Tian is better than Dongling's!

Both hot and cold have metabolism, and that's human nature.

If a person understands his encounter, his death will no longer be suspected;

Suddenly, with wine, I am very happy every day.

Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden to Plant Beans in Nanshan"

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

An autumn night in the mountains

Wang Wei

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

In fact, most pastoral poets write such poems, such as Tao Yuanming, Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, Chu Guangxi, Chang Jian, Pei Di and Zuyong.