Poetry of the Lonely Night Walker

1. Verses about many people walking at night

Verses about many people walking at night 1. Verses describing passionate people

1. The spring breeze is sentimental again, blowing my clothes open.

2. Although hatred is sentimental, it is all a sad feeling.

3. Passionate but always seem to be ruthless, I can't laugh in front of you.

4. Only because of the graceful and affectionate thoughts, but also frustrated by the spring breeze.

5. It is sentimental to pity the wind and moon, but don’t hate life until spring comes.

6. I would like to ask how the river tide and the sea water are like the love of a king and the heart of a concubine.

7. I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.

8. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it in the end. I feel haggard because of the beauty.

9. The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears until dawn.

10. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?

11. When will we know each other when we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night.

12. The bonus is easy to fade like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like Nong's sorrow.

13. The heart of remembering the king is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.

14. If you learn to look for the past passionately, where in the world will it not hurt your soul?

15. Don’t say that the immortal can become a feather, and accompany me to sing the dusk with passion.

16. The broken heart cannot bear to be swept away, and the eyes are still pierced and want to return.

17. Just looking back at you makes me miss you.

18. You will spend your whole life resting and enjoy your life in one day.

19. In ancient times, there was always room for hatred, but passion was always annoyed by ruthlessness.

20. Only the moon in the spring garden is sentimental, just like falling flowers for people who have left.

21. You should be like a rock, and your wife should be like cattails.

22. The prosperous things disperse the fragrance, and the ruthless flowing water disperses the grass from spring.

23. The most ruthless willows in Taicheng are still smoking ten miles across the embankment.

24. Xinghua is unwilling to be heartless, what is the most heartbreaking thing for a traveler.

25. Passion has always been filled with hatred, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up from.

Farewell

Passionate but always seem to be ruthless, I can't laugh in front of you.

The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears for others until dawn.

Xinujiao

Southern Song Dynasty - Shi Xiaoyou

I am already passionate,

I am even more passionate about you.

I give you my whole heart and all my heart.

Try them all,

But you are the one with the bad heart.

***You.

I am so jealous, just for you.

Enemies from past lives,

I only know you after a busy schedule.

No future, that one looks like you.

Bad but talented reputation,

To this day, it’s all because of you.

It’s you.

I don’t hate you either.

Missing the Past (Three Poems)

Yuan Bangzhe

When we first met, we had deep feelings for each other. We fell in love with each other and fell in love with each other.

The spring scenery is melting in the golden tent, and there are many clouds and rains in the period.

Who knows, God will not allow it, and it will take two or three years to destroy each other.

Passionate thoughts and dreams in the morning and night can cause lovesickness and serious illness.

You are in the east and I am in the west. The balcony dream separates the mountain stream.

The lone wild geese chirp in the middle of the night, and it’s a sad and desolate night. We can’t wait to see each other again in this lifetime.

Breaking through the sand of Huanxi

Qing Dynasty - Nalan Xingde

The wind and fluttering catkins have turned into duckweeds,

The mud lotus is strong and beautiful. Silk lingering

Treasure a petal of incense before leaving it

Remember the past life.

When people are passionate, they become less passionate

Now they are really not passionate;

When I look back with a broken heart,

I burst into tears.

2. What are the ancient poems that describe crowds of people

1. Pre-Qin Mencius "Many people will help you if you gain the right way, but few will help you if you lose the right way"

The weather is not as good as the right place, and the right place is not as good People and. A city of three miles and a country of seven miles can be surrounded and attacked without victory. If you attack the husband's ring, you will definitely get the right time. However, if you don't win, the right time is not as good as the right place. The city is not too high, the pond is not not deep, the army and revolution are not not strong, and the rice and millet are not not abundant, but if we leave them behind, the favorable terrain is not as good as the people.

Therefore, it is said that the people of the region do not rely on the boundaries of the territory, the country is not consolidated by the dangers of mountains and rivers, and the people of the world do not rely on the benefits of military revolution. Those who have attained the truth will receive much help, while those who have lost the truth will receive little help. When there is little help, relatives are nearby. If you help more, the world will follow. If the people of the world are in obedience, they will attack their relatives. Therefore, if a gentleman does not fight, he will definitely win in battle.

2. Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty, "Dolly Ode to White Chrysanthemums"

The small building is cold, and the night is long and the curtains are drooped. Hate the rustling, the ruthless wind and rain, the night comes and rubs the beautiful skin. It doesn't look like the imperial concubine's drunken face, nor does it look like Sun Shou's frown. Han Ling steals the fragrance, and the lady's wife is a fan. Don't compare them with each other. Take a closer look at the Qi and Qu Ping pottery orders, and you will see that the charm is just right. The breeze rises, and the fragrance brews, not reducing the fragrance.

As autumn falls, the snow becomes clearer and jade becomes thinner, and I rely infinitely on people. It seems like the worry is condensing, Han Gao is undressing the pendant, it is like the tears are spilling, and the Wan fan is writing poems. The moon is bright, the breeze is clear, the smoke is thick and the rain is dark, the heavenly religion is haggard and graceful.

Even though I cherish it, I don’t know how long I will keep it from now on. The favor is good, why should we remember it more? The east fence beside the river.

3. Song Dynasty Yan Jidao's "Youth Travel·Liduozui"

Liduozui, the east and west flow, and the two will eventually meet.

The shallow love finally seems to be like a wandering cloud, still in the dream soul.

Poor people's wishes are thinner than clouds and water, and a good meeting is even more difficult.

If you think about it carefully, you have experienced heartbreak in many places, which is not the same as now.

4. Song Dynasty Liu Guo's "Tang Duoling·Lu Ye Man Tingzhou"

Anyuanlou Xiaoji, the concubine Huang whose surname is Huang, begging for words from Long A Taoist from Zhou wrote this "Tang Duo Ling". Together with Liu Fuzhi, Liu Qufei, Shi Minzhan, Zhou Jiazhong, Chen Mengcan and Meng Rong. It was August 5th.

Tingzhou is covered with reed leaves and has shallow streams in the cold sand zone. Twenty years have passed since the South Tower. The boat under the willow tree is still not stable, but it will last for a few days, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is here again.

The yellow crane cuts off the head of the river. Is the old friend still there today? The old country is filled with new worries. I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but in the end it was different. I was a young man traveling.

5. "Tang Duoling·Farewell" by Wu Wenying of the Song Dynasty

Where does sorrow come from. Leave people's hearts in autumn. Even if there is no rain, the plantains will still be sizzling. They all say that the weather is good in the evening, and there is a bright moon, so I am afraid of going upstairs.

Dreaming of resting in old age. The flowers are empty and the smoke is flowing. Yan resigned and returned, but the guest still stayed. Weeping willows do not hang around the skirt. Long time is a boat trip.

What is the translation of the ancient poem "Dolly Ode to White Chrysanthemums"?

During the long night, even though the curtains were lowered, it was still chilly in the small building. I hate the ruthless wind and rain that rustles and destroys the jade-like white chrysanthemums at night. Looking at the white chrysanthemum, it doesn't look like Concubine Yang's slightly red drunken face, nor does it look like Sun Shou's delicate and frowning brow. Han Ling's behavior as a cheater and a MILF's fan can't be compared to Bai Ju's. Looking carefully, Qu Yuan and Tao Ling's aloof and noble character is exactly the same as Bai Ju's. The breeze blows, and the fragrance of the white chrysanthemum is no less than the elegant tea.

3. Poems about "Night"

Spring Palace Song (Wang Changling) The wind opened the peach trees last night, and the moon was high in the front hall of Weiyang.

Pingyang's singing and dancing are new favorites, and the spring cold outside the curtain gives them brocade robes. Moonlight Night (Liu Fangping) The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is tilted to the south.

Tonight I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window sand. Listening to the flute in Shouxiang City at night (Li Yi) The sand in front of Huile Peak is like snow, and the moon outside Shouxiang City is like frost.

I don’t know where to play the reed pipe, and all night long the people are looking for their hometown. Poem of the Harem (Bai Juyi) The dream is not fulfilled in the turban with tears, and the sound of singing is heard in the front hall late at night.

The beauty is cut off before she gets old, and she sits leaning against the fumigation cage until dawn. A gift to my wife (Zhang Hu) The moon marks passed by the trees at the forbidden gate, and my charming eyes only looked at the nest of the egrets.

The jade hairpin is pulled out at an angle by the lamp shadow, and the red flame is flicked away to save the moths. Mooring in Qinhuai (Du Mu) The smoke cage is cold, the moon is caged in the sand, and the Qinhuai River is close to the restaurant at night.

The business girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river. To Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou (Du Mu) The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn.

On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can the beauty teach me how to play the flute? The Night Rain Sends to the North (Li Shangyin) You asked about the return date but it has not yet been announced. The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond.

How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? Jia Sheng (Li Shangyin) was in the propaganda office seeking talents and visiting ministers, but Jia Sheng's talent was even more unmatched.

It’s a pity that I sit down at the front table in the middle of the night and don’t ask about the common people or the ghosts and gods. The Resentment of Yao Se (Wen Tingyun) Dreams cannot come true on a bed of ice and silver; the blue sky is like water and the clouds are light at night.

The sound of wild geese is far away from Xiaoxiang, and the moon shines brightly on the twelfth floor. Polygala (Gong Zizhen) There are many insects on the nine sides, but Polygala really depends on the grass.

It is useless to say that the athletes are in their hands, the green lanterns and the snow at night hinder Shandong. Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night (Wang Jian) ??The ground in the courtyard is white with crows roosting on the trees, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.

Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don’t know who is missing my autumn thoughts. Butterfly Loves Flowers (Yan Shu) The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the smoke orchid and weeping dew.

The curtain is slightly cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred.

The slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn. Last night the west wind withered the green trees.

Climb up a tall building alone and look out to the end of the world. I would like to send colored paper and ruler.

The mountains are long and the rivers are vast. Sapphire Case · Yuan Xi (Xin Qiji) The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and the stars fall like rain.

BMW carvings fill the road with fragrance, phoenix flutes sound, jade pots turn light, and fish and dragons dance all night long. The moths are like golden strands of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance.

The crowd searched for her thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, she was there, in a dimly lit place. Qingpingle·Staying Alone in Wang's Nunnery in Boshan (Xin Qiji) Hungry rats circled the bed, and bats turned over the lamps and danced.

On the house, the wind blows and the rain falls, and I mutter to myself between the broken paper windows. He lived in the north and south of the Yangtze River all his life, and came back with a beautiful face.

Sleeping under the quilt in the autumn night, you can see thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in front of you. Taichang Yin·Jiankang Mid-Autumn Festival is a poem by Lu Shuqian (Xin Qiji) A round of autumn shadows turns to golden waves, and the flying mirror is polished again.

Ask Chang'e for wine: What can I do if I am cheated on? Take a good ride on the wind, thousands of miles in the sky, and go straight down to the mountains and rivers. Cut off the Gui Po Suo, and you will see more humanity and clear light! Xijiang Moon·Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road (Xin Qiji) The bright moon leaves the branches startled by magpies, and the breeze sings cicadas in the middle of the night.

The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.

In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned.

Xijiang Moon·Mid-Autumn Festival Sends Children by (Su Shi) The world is a big dream, and life is new (autumn) and cool several times.

The wind blows at night and the leaves are already singing on the corridor, looking at the brows and temples. The drunkard often worries that there are few guests, and the bright moon is obscured by clouds.

Who is alone with me during the Mid-Autumn Festival, holding a cup (one for wine) and looking sadly north. Bu Suanzi·Residence in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou (Su Shi) The moon is missing and the sparse tung trees are hanging, and the people are still at first.

Sometimes I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows. Startled but looked back, no one can spare the regret.

Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold. Die Lian Hua·Mizhou Shangyuan (Su Shi) Three or five nights in Qiantang with lights.

The bright moon is like frost, illuminating people like a picture. The incense of sheng is blown under the tent and the smell of musk deer is breathtaking. Such a flavor should be priceless.

People in lonely mountain towns are old. Beating drums and playing flute, he suddenly entered the farming and mulberry community.

The fire is cold, the lamps are thin, the frost is dew, and the snowy clouds hang in the wild. Linjiang Fairy·Returning to Lingao at Night (Su Shi) After drinking at Dongpo at night, I wake up drunk again, and return as if at midnight.

The boy’s breath was thundering. No one knocks on the door, but leans on the stick and listens to the sound of the river.

I always regret that this body is not mine, when will I forget Yingying? The wind is quiet at night and the grain of the valley is flat. The boat passed away from now on, and the river and sea left it for the rest of my life.

Jiang Chengzi·Dream on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yimao (Su Shi) Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.

When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.

We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.