What are some poems that describe play?

1. The melancholy solitary sail sailed all night long to see me off with a faint moonlight.

"Linjiang Immortal: Send Money to Mu Fu" Song Dynasty: Su Shi

One farewell to the capital and three changes to the fire, the world is over. Still smiling to warm up the spring. There is no wave in the ancient well, but there is Qiu Yun in it.

Melancholy, I sailed all night long, seeing off the moonlight with faint clouds. There is no need for green eyebrows in front of you. Life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler. (Zun Tong: Zun)

Interpretation:

We have not seen each other for three years since we parted ways in the capital. You have always traveled far and wide in this world. When we meet and laugh, it is still as warm as spring. Your heart is always as calm as the water in an ancient well, and as high-spirited and bright as a bamboo pole in autumn.

I feel melancholy that you are about to set sail overnight. When you see me off, the clouds are dim and the moonlight is faint. Stop holding your glass of wine and frowning. Life is a difficult journey, and you and I are just passers-by.

2. The track stops at the beginning of the land journey, and the road to Tanguchuan begins.

"Poetry from Pan Nanhu to Shifan" Southern and Northern Dynasties: Xie Huilian

The track stopped at the beginning of the land journey, and the road to Fengguchuan began. There are many ripples and jagged peaks.

The deserted wilderness is interesting, and the white clouds are rising. It's a hard journey to the top of the mountain, but I hope my heart will be filled with joy.

That is to say, there is no end to playing and there is no end to excitement.

Interpretation:

The overland carriage and horses have just stopped and the tour on Juchu Lake has begun. The ripples are numerous and the waves are rippling, and the mountains in the distance stand at random. The villages are sparse and wild, with white clouds rising endlessly. Climbing the mountains is a painstaking trek, but viewing the scenery is a pleasure. Playing to your heart's content will have an end, but my interest will never end.

3. The boat returns to Lanpu with a short boat. When people leave, the bamboo path passes through the green sand.

"Ding Fengbo·The river is sinking and the sails are passing by" Five Dynasties: Yan Xuan

The river is sinking and the sails are passing by and the fish are swimming in the cold waves at night. White birds fly in pairs at the ferry, smoke curls up, and fishing songs are hidden deep in the reed flowers.

The boat returns to Lanpu with a short paddle. When people leave, the bamboo path passes through the green sand. There is no wind in the middle of the night, the new rain has stopped, the moon is cool, and the dew welcomes the pearls into the round lotus.

Interpretation:

The river is deep and the shadow of the sail is crossing the river. Fish in the water swam in the cold river waves from morning to night, and pairs of white birds flew over the ferry. Clouds and smoke are swirling everywhere, and fishermen sing fishing songs and disappear deep in the reeds.

Using a short oar to row the boat back to the waterside with blue grass, the person left like this. The bamboo forest on the path was blown by the wind, and the path was covered with green sedge. By late night, the wind stopped and the rain stopped. The moon shines in the cold sky, and dewdrops roll into the lotus leaves one by one.

4. A flat boat with a light sail. Temporarily parked on the south bank of Chujiang River.

"Mishen Yin·A small boat with a light sail" Song Dynasty: Liu Yong

A small boat with a light sail. Temporarily parked on the south bank of Chujiang River. The twilight corner of the lonely city attracts Hu Jia's resentment. The water is vast, and the geese and whirling geese are scattered in the flat sand. The smoke collects in the cold forest clusters, and the paintings are displayed on the screen. The sky is far away, the mountains are small, and the black eyebrows are shallow.

The old reward was thrown away lightly, and now I have become a wandering official. I feel like I'm tired of being a guest and it's too late. The scenery of a foreign land must be endured and desolate, and the eyes should be filled with sadness. The imperial city is on credit, the Qin Tower is blocked, and the traveling soul is in chaos. The fragrant grass is wide and empty, and the remaining light is full. There is no news about the beauty, and the clouds are far away.

Interpretation:

A small boat with its light sail rolled up, temporarily anchored on the south bank of the Chu River. The sound of horns sounded in the lonely city, and a song of Hujia was heard wailing and plaintive. The river was white, and the wild geese perched on the beach were all frightened away in an instant. The dusk mist shrouded the forest like smoke, and clumps of autumn forest spread out before our eyes like a painted screen. Look at the distant mountains on the horizon, they are so small, as light as the curved eyebrows of a beautiful woman.

He left his sweetheart easily and became a wanderer here. I deeply feel that the journey is tiring and the year is coming to an end. I can't bear to look at the scenery in a foreign land, it's so desolate, it adds sadness to my eyes. The capital is so far away, and the Qin Tower and Chu Pavilion are also blocked, which makes me upset. The luxuriant grass stretches to the vast horizon, the setting sun fills the rivers and mountains, and there is no news from the beautiful woman, just like the floating clouds blown away by the wind, she has gone away forever.

5. Hang a light sail, paddle quickly, and cross Diaotai Road.

"Zhu Yingtai is approaching, hanging a light sail" Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Hang a light sail, paddle quickly, and cross Diaotai Road. Drunk and sick, I lie down on my pillow and listen to the sound of the boat. There are clusters of broken hearts in the clouds and mountains, and heavy smoke trees. Looking back, I wonder where the lonely city is.

Free and free. Who wants to harm King Xiang by lingering, never dreams of clouds and rain. Old hatreds and former joys, and there is no basis for both thoughts and feelings. You must know that there is no reason to want to see, and the infatuation is still there. The beauty of humanity is like a message.

Interpretation:

The sails were hung lightly and the oars flew rapidly. They passed one city after another and arrived at the riverside where Yan Ziling was fishing. Excessive drinking will inevitably lead to illness, depression and mental emptiness. Relying on the pillow and listening to the cry of the big oar for comfort, the heartbroken foreign official Su Shi was extremely sad. What flashed in front of his eyes were rows of mist-shrouded mountain peaks and woods shrouded in mist and rain. Looking back, where is Tonglu County? It is no longer visible.

But we are about to leave in an instant, and the sadness of separation makes people even more haggard. Then we can only seek relief from the mythical dream of the Wushan men and women partying in the morning and evening. Regardless of old sorrows or new joys, the longing for the mountain village is gone. It is unlikely that I will see the mountain villagers again, but my infatuation and longing for them remain unchanged. I can only ask others to bring me a poem.