A poem about touching the scene and feeling.

1. What are the seven-character quatrains that describe touching scenes? 1. Jin Se by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty:

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Interpretation: Why do exquisite musical instruments have fifty strings, each of which makes people miss the past? Zhuang Zhou danced in his sleep and turned into a butterfly, hoping that the emperor would entrust his hatred to Du Fu. Things change, the bright moon is in the sky, and Jiao Ren's tears are beads; Lantian is sunny and warm, and you can see good jade and good smoke. The feelings of joys, sorrows and sorrows cannot be recalled today, but they have been inadvertently long ago.

2. Liu Yuxi's two Zhuzhi Ci poems in Tang Dynasty:

The willow-green river is wide and flat, and I heard the song of the river.

Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.

Interpretation: On the bank of Yangliuqing, the wind and waves in the river were calm, and suddenly a song familiar to lovers on the shore came. Just like the sun in the east and the rain in the west. You said it was not sunny, right? The weather is sunny again.

3. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin wrote "Sending Friends to the North on a Rainy Night":

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

Interpretation: You asked me the date of going home, but it was difficult to decide the date. There is heavy rain in Bashan tonight, and the rain has filled the autumn pool. When can we have a long talk by candlelight and tell each other our thoughts in the rainy night tonight?

4. Deng Gao by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty;

The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

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.

Interpretation: It is very sad for apes to cry when the wind is strong and the sky is high. There are birds hovering on the clear river and white beach. Endless trees are rustling leaves, and endless Yangtze River is rolling in. Sad to autumn, I feel that Wan Li has been wandering all the year round and has been sick all his life. Today, he is alone on the high platform. After a lot of hardships, white hair is full of temples, and the cup is hanging.

5, Cui Hu's "South Village" in the Tang Dynasty:

Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.

Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

Interpretation: Last spring, in this family's home, I saw that beautiful face and peach blossom set each other off, which was particularly rosy. When I came here again today, the girl didn't know where she had gone. Only peach blossoms are still smiling and blooming in the spring breeze.

2. What are the sentences about moving the scene? 1, the lush grass remembers Wang Sun. Liu Wailou lost his soul in the sky.

From Li Zhongyuan's poem "Miss the King" in Song Dynasty.

The lush grass remembers Wang Sun. Liu Wailou lost his soul in the sky. Du Yu's voice is unbearable. Miss dusk. Rain hits pear and closes the door.

Explanation:

The dense grass reminds me of my long-lost grandson. The pavilion outside the willow tree is towering, and she looks at it all day for nothing. The cuckoo's son has been barking, and the sad voice is unbearable. Seeing that it is dusk again, the rain hits pear blossoms and closes the boudoir door.

2, red beans are unsightly, full of acacia tears.

From Niu Xiji's "New Moon with Fine Eyes" in the Five Dynasties

The crescent moon is curved like an eyebrow, and there is no sense of unity. Red beans are unsightly and full of acacia tears.

Divide peaches all day, and people are in their hearts. Sooner or later, the two partition flowers will tie the knot.

Explanation:

The crescent moon is curved like an eyebrow and has no meaning of circle. I can't bear to look at red beans, and my eyes are full of acacia tears. Splitting walnuts all day, that person is embedded in my heart like a peach kernel embedded in the core shell. Two flowers facing each other across the wall will form connected branches sooner or later.

3. Who is alone with * * * in Mid-Autumn Festival? Looking at the north sadly.

From Su Shi's Xijiang Moon Song Dream

It's a big dream in the world, how many times is it 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.

Explanation:

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, your worries have climbed up your forehead, and your hair has turned white at your temples. Wine is not good wine, and it is often worried because there are few guests. Although the moon is bright, most of it is covered by clouds. On this Mid-Autumn Night, who can enjoy this wonderful moonlight with me? I can only pick up my glass and look at the north sadly.

4. I feel homesick at night and get sick during the New Year.

Answering Yuan Zhen by Ouyang Xiu in Song Dynasty

There is no doubt that there are no flowers in the mountain city in February. There are oranges in the residual snow, and the freezing thunder scared the bamboo shoots to sprout.

Homesick at night, disgusting during the New Year. I used to be a guest in Luoyang, but Ye Fang didn't have to be late.

Explanation:

I really doubt whether the spring breeze can reach this remote mountain city. It's already February, and I still can't see a flower. Some branches were bent by unmelted snow, and last year's oranges were still hanging on the branches; The cold weather and the vibration of spring thunder seem to be urging bamboo shoots to sprout quickly.

Sleepless at night, the geese returning to the north reminded me of endless homesickness; After a long illness, it was the Spring Festival, and all the scenery in front of me touched my heart. I have seen enough peony flowers in various forms in Luoyang. Although the wild flowers here bloom late, what is there to be sad and stunned about?

I can't bear to climb to the top of the mountain to see my hometown.

From the Song Dynasty Liu Yong's "Basheng Ganzhou, Sprinkling Rain on the River"

Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold. The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the surging Yangtze River flows eastward silently.

Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sighing where these years have gone, why do you have to stay in a strange land for a long time? I want beautiful women to dress up, miss a few times, and return home. Know me, lean against the railing, I'm worried!

Explanation:

Facing the drizzly dusk, the rain fell from the sky on the river, and autumn scenery was particularly cold after some rain washing. The bleak frost wind is as tight as a moment, and the mountains and rivers are barren and depressed, and the afterglow of the sunset shines on the tall buildings. Everywhere, the red flowers wither, the green leaves wither, and all the beautiful scenery gradually fades. Only the surging Yangtze River flows eastward quietly.

I can't bear to climb high and look far, looking at my hometown in the distance, and my desire to go home is hard to put away. Sighing where these years have gone, why have you stayed in a foreign land for a long time? Thinking about beauty, I looked up at the gorgeous upstairs, and how many times I mistook the boat from afar for the boat that my sweetheart came home. How could she know that I was leaning against the railing, and my mind was so deep?

3. I need some sad poems, asking whether it is a touching scene or a famous poem. Li Yu's poems are all essence. After hundreds of years of tests, isn't it already exquisite? Every song is a good word! Li Yu's poems are all sentimental.

Yulouchun Li Yu's evening makeup shows off her muscles and snow first, and she wears temples in spring. Feng Xiao blew away the water and clouds, and pressed the song of dress.

Who smells better in the wind, drunk. Don't dye the candles red when you come back, until you step on a horseshoe to clear jathyapple.

Autumn warbler Li Yu's residual warbler knows nothing about autumn, but still swims alone in the secluded forest. The old tongue leans its ears in every way, and a little dark yellow enters the smoke stream.

Live late, share the same sorrow with Lu, be clear and bright, and be broken to the ground. I don't even want to stay home, which shows China's sadness and sadness.

It's the wall of the mountain house that gets sick. Li yushan's house was ill at the beginning, and his staff and towel were brown, so he was called leisure. As soon as the stove is turned on, the fire will warm up deeply and a new stream will flow out of the ditch.

For the time being, Peng Juan 'an is rotten. In the end, Zong Yuanwen has no life. Who can be tired of dust, greedy fish and dragons build a strong name.

To make matters worse, the broom and the hairpin, with pink faces, met temporarily among the flowers. Know what I mean, sympathize with you, you must ask for it.

Fragrance is an ear, wax is a tear, like the hearts of two people. Pillow fatigue, kam cold, sleep more disabled.

There are even more leaking willows, fine spring rains and leaking flowers. Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge.

The fragrance is thin, the curtain is heavy, and Xie Ting is melancholy. Red candle on the back, embroidered, long dream without knowing.

Li Yu, Yi Chong Shan and Er Chong Shan in Sauvignon Blanc. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums stay, geese fly high, people don't return, and a curtain is idle.

It is even slower to send twenty brothers of Deng Wang to Li Yu and Wei Qing from Xuancheng, Mu Yi. Don't pour any more wine, so cherish it. The waves invade the sorrow and the light ripples, and the chaotic mountains congeal and hate the color.

What is your passion? I want to go to the west on a dry day. There are many cigarettes and rivers at hand, so there is no need to embrace heavy sadness.

Crossing the Zhongjiang River and looking at Shicheng, Li Yu shed tears in his hometown of Jiangnan and Jiangbei. He had a dream for 30 years. Nowadays, Wuyuan Palace is neglected, and Guangling Taidian is desolate.

The clouds are full of sorrow, and the rain hits the boat and tears flow. There are four brothers with 300 mouths. I can't just sit back and think.

Elegy Li Yuzhu shattered the treasure in front of her eyes, and the flowers in the world withered. I didn't hate it in my heart, but I missed.

Jade barnyard grass is still full of medicine, and the incense has been stained with dust. There will be feelings before and after the funeral, and there will be no tears when touching the towel.

Beauty is like a fragrant tree, but the dangerous road is similar. It is sad to practice spring, but it is also bitter and rainy.

Where is the beauty now? It's all gone. Nowhere to ask, the Millennium thanks the east wind.

Li's mourning poems are hard to dispel. He is lonely and painful. Loneliness in the rain and late autumn leads to an increase in diseases.

Swallow the wind before thinking, blinding time. The empty king will miss me, and the poor son is left at home.

Poor Li Yu, see the old branches of tung flowers again. The first floor is foggy and rainy. Who will be disappointed because of the aperture, and will not feel tearful.

The mountainous city is no longer charming, and the festival is not self-sustaining. There was an old smoky moon that year, and the moths in Furong City cried.

Li Yu, plum blossom, diligent relocation, small bar edge music. * * * worry about the day, and you can't worry.

Clear the way against the wind and irrigate the cold spring by the moon. Unexpectedly, before and after the flowers, the moth eyebrows are incomplete.

Dong Jun knew nothing about the loss of the fireworks master. What's the use of incense? Last year.

Book spirit feast towel Li Yu floating * * * haggard, lost ChanJuan in prime of life. Handkerchiefs can smell the perfume that my wife used to use, and Lin Daiyu's black smoke left a little trace on the handkerchiefs.

The back of Pipa Xing is like a shoulder-cut, and several tapestries are hard to beat. Sweet days leave phoenix tail, and the rest is the warmth in sandalwood trough.

In the illness, I feel that Li Yu has been haggard for many years and is depressed and self-injured. The wind invades the diseased bones, and the rain is suffocating.

The night tripod is only an antidote, and the moustache is half frosted. What is the frontier like? Who will ask the king of space?

In his illness, Li Yu's illness was powerful and profound. He sat at the banquet thinking about himself. The bright moon shines in the secluded place, only to stir up medicine, and only birds come to the secluded courtyard.

The quack is too lazy to obey, and the little girl can't help it. Ask an empty door to know the taste, or trouble will invade.

Li Yu, who gave gifts to the imperial secretary to celebrate his slaves, was old and shy, and felt lost everywhere. Thank you. strip seems to know me. I was forced to tap.

Li Yu's toothpick was red on the axis behind the inscription on the Golden Pagoda, and RoyceWong's book was set on fire. If you don't lose face, you will get it today.

Li Yu's morning glory is in Heyang. Hey, Aunt Huang, overlook.

Ying Kuang should hate, there are not many butterfly dances. (Falling Flowers) Let the bright moon be in your hand and shake the wind.

("Fan Yong") sick as weak, tired of five years. (hereinafter referred to as "Notes on Pulp Method") It is difficult to cure the disease of aging face, and Xiaodian King's Landing is quite ashamed.

Many dissenting Confucian classics far slightly sneer, static flow Ji Man bitter tour. The temple is white from today, and the chrysanthemums are still yellow last year.

(hereinafter "Han Fu Tan Ming") There will be death through the ages, and there is a plateau in the drunken burial place. Life is less than 100, and I just made a Millennium painting.

The sun shines on the thin fairy clouds, and the autumn is crisp and the sky is high and the clouds are light. ("The Story of the Sea") When the black light first appeared, the dragon and candle fought for it.

(hereinafter referred to as "Kong Tie") The condensed beads are full of exposed branches. It's time to travel to the west, and the solemn cold is coming.

10% off fan mandarin fish, four fish. Forget it.

Pour a bowl, prolong life, and get a deep reward. When is the autumn moon in Chris Lee, Yu Meiren, and how many people know its past?

The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.

Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. The wind in Yu Meiren has returned to the yard, and the willow eye continues.

With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon. The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over.

Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow. The rain outside the Liyu curtain in Langtaosha is gurgling, and the spring is fading.

Luo Zhou can't stand the cold. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.

Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

The past of Langtaosha is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind.

The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long? Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms.

I want to see the shadow of the jade palace and the pool, and the sky shines on Qinhuai! It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow.

You can't sit on an equal footing. The world flows with water, which is a dream.

Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable. When I met Huan, I thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry, but the cold rain came early and the wind rose late.

If you are heavy, you will grow up and hate water. I met Yu without saying a word and went to the west wing alone. The moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the deep courtyard in the clear autumn.

Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, in order to leave sorrow, the in the mind has a special taste. Li Yu has just put on her evening makeup, so please pay attention.

Show people a lilac, sing a clear song, and temporarily lead the cherry to break. The sleeves of the sleeves are still dark.

4. The poet's touching sentence in "Sleeping at Jiande" When my boat was moored in the fog, the sun gradually dimmed and ancient memories began.

A word that touched the scene

Sleeping at night in Jiande is one of the representative works of Meng Haoran, a poet in Tang Dynasty. This is a poem describing the twilight in Qiu Jiang, and it is a famous landscape poem among the Five Wonders in the Tang Dynasty. The author docked at the misty river and remembered the past, so he took boating and staying at dusk as his destination, expressed his feelings and wrote the author's thoughts on the journey. The first sentence points to the topic, and also prepares for the lyric scenery behind; In the second sentence, "sunset" is the reason for "worrying about new guests"; In the last two sentences, the sky is lower than the tree because of "wild", and the moon is approachable because of "Qingjiang". The relationship between heaven and trees, man and the moon is vividly written. The first two sentences of this poem are touching the scenery, and the last two sentences are lyrical by borrowing the scenery, which describes the fresh autumn night and highlights the subtle characteristics of the scenery. The whole poem is light, elegant, implicit, flowing, natural and charming, and quite distinctive.

5. Who can find me some ancient poems by Liu Yong, Yu Lin Ling?

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.

Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to?

Li Shangyin in Jinse

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

The voice is very slow, Li Qingzhao

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

The yellow flowers are piled all over the floor, withered and damaged, and now no one can pick them. Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence?

6. Eternal regret, moved by the scene, hidden in a yellow dust blown by a cold wind, in the crack of the path of the dagger tower, they crossed the cloud line.

Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.

The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.

Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .

Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.

Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..

Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.

The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.

From "hiding in the yellow dust blown by a cold wind" to "no beloved spirit came to visit his dream", the poet grasped the "hate" in the spiritual world of the characters and described the loneliness and sadness of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty in Shu after Yang Guifei's death with a sour and touching style. He also remembered the past on the road, what he saw, heard and thought after returning to the palace, touching the scene and feeling, and things are all kinds of feelings that people have to rest all year round. The lingering lovesickness is heartbreaking. It is precisely because the poet exaggerates the feelings of the characters to such an extent that the arrival of Taoist priests and the appearance of fairyland behind them give people a sense of reality and will not think that they are purely castles in the air.

7. Move the scene to express sadness 1. I looked out of the curtain, and the rain chased the flying flowers and mud, only the fragrance remained-the imperial concubines.

2. Yichuan tobacco, flying catkins all over the city, plums and yellow rain

3. Some pains are unspeakable, and some practices are helpless. -A hundred years of loneliness

I don't know where to find Lotus. Every year, * * * Qing Yao.

5. revisiting the old place, things are different.

6. The times have changed, and people are empty.

7. A long time ago, the place where the Yellow Crane carried the saints to heaven is now only the Yellow Crane Tower.

8. When people go to the building, tea remains the same, and tears flow with the years.

9. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.

10. On this day last year, in this door, the peach blossoms set each other off in red. I don't know where my face has gone, but the peach blossom in the spring breeze is still smiling. -Cui Hu, entitled "South Village of the City"