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Wandering poems

1. Thoughts on wandering ancient poems and reading.

Chu Hsi

When the square pond of half an acre is opened, the sky is high and the clouds are light.

Ask the canal to be so clear, because there is running water at the source.

Poetry of the soul

Ruan Ji

I can't sleep at night, so I sit up and play the piano.

Thin curtains look at the bright moon, and the breeze blows on the chest.

Lonely hong sings wild, birds sing in the north forest.

What will you see when wandering around, and you will be sad when you are worried.

Linjiangxian

Feng Yansi

Cold red peach blossom slices,

Youth is in recession.

The curtains of the painted building are light and cold.

After the drinkers dispersed, he languished alone.

The sunset is thousands of miles away,

I'm worried about Wang Sun.

Wandering and flying all over the sky.

Where is abundance? The moon shines at dusk.

2. About wandering ancient poems, half an acre of square pond has been opened, and there are clouds in the sky.

Ask where the canal is so clear, because there is running water at the source. -Zhu's Reading Random Thoughts has no choice but to spend it. Like a face returning, the small garden lingers alone.

-Yan Shu's "Huanxisha" Peacock flies southeast and wanders for five miles. -"Peacock flies southeast" The Golden Temple opens a broom and temporarily stays in the group fan.

A beautiful face is not as beautiful as a crow, and it can also bring the shadow of Zhaoyang Hall. -New words in Wang Changling's "Dragon Heart Begging for Words". Let's have a drink. Last year, the weather got old.

When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.

Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha" Drinking the bright moon alone (four) Author: Li Bai (Tang, 70 1-762) A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Woke up and had sex, and then I got drunk and we lost each other. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

I have a feeling when I read a book. When Zhu's half-acre square pond was opened, the sky was high and the clouds were light. I asked why the canal was so clear, because there was running water at the source. Can't sleep at night. I sit up and play the piano. I saw the bright moon on the thin curtains, and the breeze blew on my chest. I am lonely in the wild, and birds are singing in the northern forest. I'm worried and sad. Lin Jiangxian. Feng Yansi. .

3. About the hesitation of Yan Shu's poem butterfly lovers, the threshold chrysanthemum is sad and the smoke is blue, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away.

The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake. Last night, Xifeng withered green trees and climbed the building alone, looking at the horizon.

If you want to send a colorful cage ruler, you don't know that the mountains are long and the waters are wide! Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian" leans on a dangerous building, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.

I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

Xin Qiji's Jade Case puts thousands of trees in the east wind night, blowing down the stars like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense.

Feng Xiao moved, the jade pot turned, and the fish danced all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.

Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. Xin Qiji's Han Gong Chun beginning of spring has returned to the earth in spring. Looking at the beauty's head, it's spring.

Unprovoked wind and rain, unwilling to harvest the rest of the cold. Swallows in 2008 expect to dream of the West Garden tonight.

Hun didn't do it. Chengcheng Huang recommended wine, and even leeks were piled up. However, I laughed proudly from now on, so I smoked plums and dyed willows, and I had no leisure at all.

Come back to look in the mirror and change your face when you are free. Clear sorrow, ask who, will Jie Lianhuan? Afraid to see the flowers bloom and fall, the geese will return first.

If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.

Lin Daiyu's "Buried Flowers" is full of flowers, who pity the red incense? The spring pavilion floats softly, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and is full of nowhere to complain; Hoe out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again.

Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei; Peach and plum will be released next year. Who will be in the boudoir next year? When the fragrant nest was first built in March, Liang Jianyan was so heartless! Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is impossible for people to go to the empty nest! 360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing; When will it shine? Once you drift, it's hard to find. Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and the person who buried them was killed in front of the steps; Stealing flowers and hoes and crying alone, watching the blood stains on the branches in the sky.

The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door; When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm. Blame the farmer's double depression, half pity and half trouble; The flowing spring suddenly moves towards trouble and even silence.

Last night, a sad song was played outside the court. Do you know it is a flower soul and a bird soul? The bird's soul is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself. May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers. The day is over! Where is Xiangshan? There is no trick, a cup of pure land protects the wind; It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.

I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them? Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age; No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened! Lin Daiyu, Shi Xiangyun, Miao Yu, Mid-Autumn Festival, Qingyou plan to go to Shangyuan. Scattering the sky over the sky, there are many strings everywhere.

A few flying lights, who doesn't open the porch? The faint cold wind has cut, and the bright night scene is mysterious. Fighting for cakes mocks yellow hair, and dividing melons into green flowers.

Xiang GUI, color sword Xuan. Joan's banquet will be a candle, and there will be chaos in the garden.

Cao Zun gave an order and listened to three announcements. Dice Ayabeni points, flower drum noisy.

Clear light shakes the courtyard, and plain color picks up Kun. Reward and punishment are not divided into subject and object, and poetry is sung in the order of Zhong Kun.

When conceiving, lean on the threshold, imitate the scenery or follow the door. The wine is still there, which is even more embarrassing.

Gradually, I heard that sentence and smiled, leaving traces of snow and frost. Step dew group toward the bacteria, court smoke gathering at dusk.

In autumn, the stone pulp rushes and the wind leaves gather. Bao Wu is lonely and clean, and the silver toad spits.

The medicine was mashed by rabbits, and people took a shower. The prisoner invited Niu Girl to visit the emperor and grandson.

The surplus is empty and the wheel is uncertain, and it is dark and empty. The leaky kettle will dry up and the flame of the window lamp has fainted.

Cross the crane shadow in the cold pond, and Leng Yue buries the flower soul. The seal sells the golden tripod, and the fat ice is greasy with the jade pot.

Xiao hates women crying and waits on children. The empty account hangs Wenfeng, and the idle screen hides color.

Exposed thick moss is smoother, and frost is heavy and bamboo is hard to touch. You are still wandering in the swamp, but you are still where you are.

Strange stones and ghosts hit the wall, while wooden monsters crouch. The morning light shines and the morning dew shines.

There are thousands of birds in the forest and an ape in the valley. How to forget the familiar path? The spring knows its source.

Zhongming Longcui Temple, Jiming Daoxiang Village. What are the joys and sorrows? Is carefree annoying? Fang Qing only sends herself, who does she talk to gracefully! The theory of making tea is more detailed.

Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring" is full of fragrance, and she is tired of combing her hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.

Yue Fei's Xiao Zhongshan sang nonstop last night. It's already midnight.

Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.

Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey.

I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string? Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of the River" was born and died for ten years, and it is unforgettable not to think about it.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. Li Shangyin's Jinse I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with 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. Liu Yong's Yulin Ling is chilling and sad. Changting is late and the shower begins to rest.

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.

Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy. Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu.

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? Yuan Zhen's "Li Si" was once a sea of water, and it was forever amber.

Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. There are faded red apricots and green apricots in Su Shi's Dead Hua Lian.

Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea. Swing inside and outside the wall.

The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.

Qin Guan's "Que Qiao Xian" skillfully uses thin clouds, flying stars to spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese are dark. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.

Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.

Cui Hu's "Titled South Village" Today last year, people's faces set each other off. 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.

Ma Zhiyuan's Jing Tian Sand Qiu Si.

4. Poems about hesitation express hesitation.

1. Where were those lost times before me? Behind me, where are the future generations? I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, and I am crying.

I threw the food bar and cup aside, I couldn't eat or drink, I pulled out my dagger, and I peeped in four directions in vain.

3. I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice blocked the ferry; I want to climb the Taihang Mountain, but the sky is covered with snow.

4. but I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

6. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with the floor, and say that they are worried about assigning new words; Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.

7. The Lord of the kingdom is very hard on us? People who have affairs are not our kind. You should just be lonely, and I will close the door of my old garden.

8. Now that I am dead and buried, I don't know when I will die. According to those who bury flowers today, who will be buried tomorrow?

9. If only my art could make me famous. The official asked for sick leave because of his old age. Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! .

10. Since ancient times, sages have been lonely, and only drinkers have left their names.

1 1. It's hard to go, it's hard to go! Don't go astray! Where to go today.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.

12. I turned my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the ditch.

13. I ask myself and always answer, what can be better than going home? . Poems that are confused and confused about the future

14. last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.

15. The king's bones have been buried. Who will sweep the floor of the golden platform again? .

16. The road is as wide as the blue sky, but there is no way out before my eyes.

17. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you.

18. People are unchangeable before they can change; Trapped in the heart, balanced in consideration, and then made; Color label, sound hair, and then metaphor. A country, if there are no ministers and wise men who can assist the king, will often be in danger of the collapse of its neighboring countries and the misfortunes from abroad.

19. Come to think of it, Qianshan is full of water. Once you think about it, things change.

5. What ancient poems contain "wandering"? 1. As soon as the pond half an acre square was opened, the sky was covered with clouds.

-quoted from Song Zhu's "Two Thoughts on Reading, Part I"

2. I sang. The moon encouraged me, and my dance was messy.

-From Li Bai's "Four Poems of Drinking the Bright Moon Alone" in the Tang Dynasty.

3. What will you see? Worry and be sad alone.

—— From Ruan Ji's Eighty-two Poems of Love, Part One in Wei and Jin Dynasties.

4. Peacock flies southeast and lingers for five miles.

-from "Peacock Flying Southeast"

5. Open the Golden Hall with a broom, and temporarily wander around the fan.

-from Wang Changling's poem Long Xin Qiu in the Tang Dynasty.

6. Helpless, let the flowers fall, like the return of Yan, and the small garden fragrant path lingers alone.

-Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"

6. Poems expressing hesitation, poems expressing hesitation