The last poem. Is the writer hesitant and frustrated?

5, "He Jinbang" Song Jinbang, occasionally lost the leader. How to be a temporary legacy of the Ming Dynasty? The wind of failure will eventually go away, will you fight for it? There's no need to talk about mourning. A talented scholar and poet naturally wears white clothes. Yanhua alley is a stranger, as Danqing barrier. Fortunately, there are people in the right place, I can look for them. And snuggle up to the red and lean on the green, have an affair, and life is smooth sailing. Youth is a soldier. Endure the superficial name and sing shallowly! But before he could conquer, he died, which often made the hero cry. Huanxisha is everywhere, and the flowers and plants in Tingzhou are soft in spring. Changting lives on Mulan boat. Good dreams are easy to go with the flowing water, but people are still worried about Xiaoyun, so pedestrians are not allowed to go to wangjinglou. Eyebrow, upstairs, apricot blossom cold dusk, Zuo Yu, upstairs, apricot blossom cold dusk, leaning on the small railing. A Shuang Yanzi, two lines of geese, painted with a broken horn. People by the window are in the east wind, and tears flow in spring. Should also be as old as before, autumn water, faint spring mountain years on the gate of Youzhou Author: Tang Author: genre: Seven ancient categories: Where is nostalgia, in front of me, are those times that have passed away? Behind me, where are the future generations? . Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness. When I climbed Mount Riqi: Tang Author: Du Mu Style: Seven Laws Category: Remember the pot that the guests carried with them when Jiang's shadow geese first flew in? 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? Stay in Xiangjiang River in the autumn rain: Tang Author: Style: Seven-melody Category: Yunsuo Dream Soul in the Upper Reaches of the River, Liu Kun dancing at night by the river. 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. Age of book indignation: Song Author: Lu You genre: Seven Laws knew that the world was difficult in the early years, 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. Jia Sheng years: Tang Author: Li Shangyin genre: Seven stops in the propaganda room to seek talents to visit courtiers, Jia Sheng's talent is even more incoherent. Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods. Su Fu years: Tang Author: Du Fu School: Autumn night is cold. In this courtyard, I am lying alone in a small 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. Climbing Yueyang Tower Year: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Five Laws have heard about Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I finally climb this building. 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. Will enter the era of brewing Author: Tang Author: Li Bai genre: Yuefu Jun does not see how the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever. Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night? Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again. Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! . Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! . Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! . Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow. "Death of the Immortal" Time: Tang Author: Liu Changqing Style: The word "sunset at the beginning of Qingchuan, 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. "Autumn gifts to horses in the western suburbs" Author: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Style: Seven rows of peaks are bright in the west and Weidong in the west, and the wild smoke is deep. The old leaves of the wind lotus are gloomy and green, and the flowers of Polygonum hydropiper are solitary red. I'm tired of being depressed, and I feel sorry for Qiu Si. Send Du Nian: Tang Author: Song genre: Five-law patients do things absolutely, you can take 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. Disappeared (almost no news of Li Bai) Year: Tang Author: Du Fu genre: Five laws do not produce wine, pretentious is really sad. 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. Qinyuanchun era: Song Author: Su Shi's genre: the words "Guan Ju", "Phoenix in the Night Temple" and "Sleeping on a Traveler's Pillow". Gradually, the moonlight will be closed, the morning frost will be bitter, the Yunshan will be full of brocade, and the morning dew will be clear. The world is infinite, and labor and life are limited, which seems to be the happiness of this area. Whispering, I am speechless with Saddle, and the past is a thousand times. At that time, * * * guest changan. Like a teenager from two places. It's hard for you to write a thousand words and have thousands of books in your heart. When using reason, hide on me, why not just watch it at leisure? He was healthy, but he died when he was 10. He fought for the former. Bu Operator Du Fu's Autumn Evening Sentences Author: Song Author: Yang Style: Words are full of breath, but talk about loneliness and anger. But the master of beauty lives forever and has no regrets. Near Changsha is sad, and the quiet autumn will be exhausted. From then on, heroes cried on their coats, and God's will was hard to ask. Man Jiang Hong Shu Huai years: Song Author: Shi Dazu style: good words get blue, 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. Qinyuan Spring Dream Fu Ruo Age: Song Author: Liu Kezhuang Style: Where do the words meet, climb Baochai Building and visit Tongquetai. Call the chef, kill whales in the east, people present, and dragons in the west. The hero of the world, the monarch and Cao Cao, the rest of the son who can * * * glass. 1,200 cars, carrying Yanbei and swordsman guide. Drinking is like thunder. Who believes being called back by the morning chicken? Sighing that the years have passed, the fame has not been established, and the scholar is old, and the opportunity has come. General Li, meet Emperor Gao. Put on clothes, but feel sad and old, generous and sad. Crying in the era of Li Shangyin: Tang Author: Genre: Seven laws become a discipline, and the meaning of words is good, and it is appropriate to sigh and let go. The branches and leaves of the Ci forest are exhausted in three spring, and learning the sea is dry overnight. The wind and rain blew out the candle, and the name grew between the teeth. You should just climb the tree outside the object and walk to the altar in your dress. Empty negative lingyun talents, life never open-minded. Birds crow and flowers fall, bamboo withers and tung withers and phoenix doesn't come. A good horse is full of sadness because it has no owner. Jiuquan does not sigh, sending satellites into the night station. He Xinlang's Thought of Singing at the Dining Table: Song Author: Liu Kezhuang Genre: Ci concubine comes from humble. When I was a child, I played Zhu's string, and I played it all over. A rough understanding of the national customs is confusing, and I am ashamed to learn a lot of tramps. It is always not involved, and I am disgusted with the feelings of spring. Who told his son in the west to put on a pearl saddle and welcome him into the pear garden? Be lazy if you don't move. The main house has a courtyard on the twelfth floor. Then everyone, make-up according to the song, embroider the curtain first. Tao is a flute player who sings in the flower hall and kills chickens with a smile. Looking back, the door is far away. It's sad but not sad and gentle to stay away from the grass all my life. After chatting for a while, I sighed even more. A letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang-Meng Haoran's August lake here is an air with heaven. 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. What was said on the first floor is also attached below. I think it is a bit far-fetched to say that it is ok to express your will with something, and it is a bit far-fetched to say that there is a shortage of talents. Lu You's songs have this meaning. You can have a look at/Chinese/Lu You/Lu You /Shijian 1.htm By the way, many of Lu You's poems are expressions of talent. Sick cow-Li Gangli plows a thousand mu of boxes, who will be injured if he is exhausted? But in order to satisfy all sentient beings, even if they are sick in the sun, they will not hesitate. It's raining lightly at Jianmen Road-dust and wine stains on Lu You's clothes, and you will disappear everywhere when you travel far away. Is this a poet? Riding a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle. Zi Ang's experience, delicate orchid leaves in spring, brilliant osmanthus fragrans 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? . Chen Ziang's "feelings" are lyrical about plants and trees. The poem says that Lan Ruo (a flower that Qu Yuan likes to watch in Chu Ci) was born in spring and summer, so lush that no one came to enjoy it. Beautiful red flowers are produced from stems, and the sunshine passes slowly. After the autumn wind comes, the flowers will wither. This is also a kind of sadness in life, such as "How can the flowers still have fragrance when they are shaken down?" Isn't life in this world in vain? Sometimes the flowers are broken, but it's better than nobody taking care of them. There is a sadness in narcissism. 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 farming and mulberry to Mo years 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. The poor girl lives under a thatched cottage and has never worn fragrant silk. She is eager to arrange a marriage, but how dare she? . Who would have known her cutest simple face, dressed frugally in the era of pity. How dare you flatter your fingers, but she can't compete with painting eyebrows. Year after year, she sewed gold thread for other girls. Meng Haoran: I stopped petitioning at the North Palace Gate and returned to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year to this shabby house in 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.