Male ancient poetry

Which ancient poems were written by ancient people? Please enjoy the ancient male poems I brought you.

Men's ancient poems 1) Lost in a boat in my dream and revisited Luoyang. What if you say that paper painting is expensive for me? Dreams cry, makeup tears, and feelings are concerned.

2) Ask the goose to send a brocade book, can you return it? Riverside people are independent and calm.

3) We can't back down. We shed the last tear. We are in the north and south, and we never miss visiting my fishing coast.

4) I heard that the spring rain was rainy, but there was no poem to tune in the pen, so I gave it to Yu Meiren. She would die of pain.

5) I was drunk in the middle of the night and my eyes were blurred. I can write a paragraph with my pen. Love is rare in this world.

6) I raised my pen, trying to isolate the cold and warm world, but there was nothing I could do. The person I love gave me calm thinking.

7) blue silk sigh: under the Great Wall, the city stone has a monarch bone. There is no complaining about others. In the famine years, you can only complain about others, and you can't help yourself all the year round.

8) I still remember that the snow was gentle that night, but you said my concubine was too simple. My wife says you have a confused heart. I'll read it to you.

9) When I was waiting for Blue in Jiangnan, did you send a jade book?

10) When a player enters a painting, he will live forever.

1 1) Without the flowers around the moon, there would be no thinking about the world today.

12) If peach blossoms don't bloom at dusk, how do we know that pear blossoms and snow in Jing Qing are shallow?

13) I am utterly confused, laughing at the willows and getting carried away.

14) The water of humanity is not half as deep as Acacia. The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless.

15) Leaning alone, keeping cold and thin. The heart remains the same, tears are on the sleeves. Do you know Iraq in the distance?

16) The white lotus is in full bloom, with a clear crescent and weak water of 3,000.

17) I don't know what I am doing, but it's gone forever. The living can die and the dead can live. People who are born but can't be born and die, and those who die but can't be resurrected, are not affectionate.

18) gives you the tenderness of the whole city and loves the displacement of my half life.

19) Who will accompany me to take off back in the game's armor, who will accompany me to the end of the world, and who will lose his life?

20) Who caresses my hair and owes me a lifetime price?

2 1) Who buried the promise of a lifetime in front of your grave?

22) Ling Hua's bronze mirror is cool, and the eyebrows are fragrant. I just hope you are healthy.

23) I spread thousands of beads all the way, woke up and returned to the dust.

24) The sword rises from misty peaks, and from afar, the smoke falls and the flowers fall, and the dream is like Long song.

25) Who wrote but remembered a volume of feelings and only remembered the past years.

26) A teenager can be crazy all his life, dare to scold heaven and earth for being unkind, no matter chance or curse.

27) Butterflies fly around Qing Chuan, pretending to be Nanshan people. Flowers pity people, flowers are drunk, and people who are strangers to others are dead. How many infatuations turn into butterfly dreams, flowers fall into dust, infatuation is like butterflies, memories are like flowers, butterflies depend on flowers, flowers cherish people, people have gone, glitz is ignored, and flowers sleep alone. Miss like a rainbow, colorful can overflow, I asked when the butterfly dream will return, the people who were drunk on the colorful bridge on Qixi, and those who were intoxicated with pacing had already mourned and shed tears.

28) At that moment, I visited the ancient garden, picked fragrant flowers, smiled at the grass and added new makeup. Qingfeng invited Wen to talk about pen pals, wrote thousands of poems, played chess and calligraphy, drank thousands of pots and watched the drunken sunset. My road twists and turns, through a sheltered depression, cutting love red, cutting green, singing and dancing, quiet and moving.

29) Touch a warm finger, push open the heavy door with a touch of missing, and look for thousands of scenery in the depths of the season with memories and missing. Peach blossoms, dust and fog, carved cases, wet ink, small print red, everything about you, fragments about you, such as happy sentences in the rhyme of ancient poetry, quietly completed and scattered, awkward words, and so on, are deeply engraved in the bottom of my heart.

I don't know how to worry about the rain in Mao Mao, but I want to get stronger with the wind. Sleeve flowers, shake off the cloud pool. Drunk in the flower water, drunk in the words, misty, swaying in the rain, always like willow makeup, spotless, can not help but pick up the jasper that once ravaged, drunk in the wind, drunk in the rain, drunk in the dream, quietly listening to the whispers of raindrops. A kind of sadness that seems like a lifetime ago deeply touched the gentle memory. A little sour taste, a few sad poems.

3 1) smile, light and elegant, leisurely near the water. The world of mortals is like a dream, stepping on the folds of the years and stepping on the poems that have been popular for thousands of years. A drop of tears, like yesterday, lingered at the ferry for thousands of years, and the flowers bloomed, the peach blossoms were unfamiliar, Ying Ying was speechless, and the flowers fell with people. Holding green dew in hand, white clothes and light sleeves, walking alone in the valley, if water condenses smoke, your bosom friend is far away.

32) Seeing that I was once so earnest and pious in other people's track, I was extremely sad, and I wanted to cry when I thought that I had trudged all the way from Qian Shan.

33) The bleak moonlight is the combination of the mottled walls of Jinling City and the moonlit night of parting night. Looking back sadly, I can't take away the sadness of parting, but I have interpreted the softness of a finger-pointing and the loneliness of falling out of the water.

34) On a bleak autumn night, after the lonely and wandering moon gently told me how to describe the most beautiful scenery in my heart, I stopped complaining about why life always has too many regrets and sighing that the end of life is always a faint smoke.

35) I am not you, and I don't know anything about Iraq from him. It's okay to come and go. I am very sad and happy, and I also said that I am very close and intimate. It used to be boring, but now it's boring in retrospect!

36) 700 years ago, you said: Meeting only for parting. 700 years later, you said: reincarnation is just to wait. I don't know how many years have passed, and I am finally willing to fold the last peach blossom at the end of the year.

37) A melody rustles, human joys and sorrows touch the vicissitudes of life, and the sleeves are full of faint fragrance, which makes the secular feelings disappear without a trace. When I was dancing, I suddenly looked back, dreamt vaguely, and devoted my life to tenderness and poetry, but I had already lost you in the melancholy review.

Selected ancient poems of men 1) The spring breeze is shallow, like endless peach blossoms. The willow trees that blew over the river bank and the people who blew over the river bank were loose and fast. It was a good time at that time. I met you under such a good willow tree, and I have seen you for ten thousand years.

2) Empty negative lingyun's great talent, never open its life. 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.

3) However, even though times have changed, I can give up with a smile, but I can't really give up from the bottom of my heart. Because, if you deliberately forget the gentle meaning of late autumn, you will only miss it.

4) Don't lean on the fence, where the wind blows and it rains at night; Glass umbrella, plain clothes, falling flowers in a dream. Outside the fog, the time is shallow and the age is getting longer; Memory stranded, deep in the season, the world of mortals in the past.

5) Who can promise me not to abandon or leave the flowering period before I return? Who can make me happy, carefree and fearless, I am happy in my dream. Even if the years lock the time of fate, be quiet for me. The sound of the rotation of heaven and earth rang again and disappeared.

6) Who can laugh after ten years of suffering and shoot the moon into the sky? Who can put Long song's tears in a cup in the wind of wine? Who can travel all over Qian Shan just to embrace each other? Who can risk one's life to pour out all kinds of amorous feelings for you? Is it love or delusion? You really don't understand. Everything is empty?

7) When we meet, don't forget that the wind and rain have been like splendid halls. Looking back, the footprints of the journey I walked step by step, tears fell, I felt sad, maybe time was too ruthless. As for me, I can't bear to cry when I think about it. I often look back at the thin and cold ferry and see no hope for the future. In this way, I often give a cold and lonely sigh in the thousands of miles of smoke.

8) Flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and clouds flow smoothly, and time flows through my fingers in a hurry in the twenty-second autumn of my life. Half a life, suddenly looking back, alone. Some people say that a lifeless life is a ruin. Then I am a withered grass on the ruins. After falling, it was blown away by the wind without a trace. Soon, spring will come back, and it is no longer my season. There will be no spring in my life.

9) Who once promised me that I could spend time with my hairpin? Now I am the only one who is popular. Who promised me a handful of lotus seeds, but now I cook acacia. Who promised me to go home tomorrow, but now I have a stiff neck, Meng Han. The person who promised me to get married in red is now me in white. The person who promised me to grow old together has now become a person from first frost. After three or four years of dreaming, Wang Sun left and refused to come back. The girl has been hiding right and wrong. Is the change the same?

10) residual wind and drizzle, homesickness and tears, and feelings of disappointment. The wind, blowing heartbroken, I do not know when to rest. Do you remember that the bridge is flowing, the dream of falling flowers and falling snow is still there, the dream of waking up is still there, and it is heartbreaking. When I miss you, when I cry, when I am depressed, when I wander. The corner wintersweet is bitter and cold, and the cold wind is heartbreaking! I looked up at the dim light and suddenly looked back at the empty place. I only caught a glimpse of you, but I caught a glimpse of a dull and far-reaching attitude towards life. I will never be dominated by everything. I am alone in the turbid waves, and I only want to die holding the bright moon. There is a withered tobacco and a white mustard on the river.

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