A poem about 40 years old.

Poetry is about 40 1. Ancient poetry about 40 years old

1, untitled Shao Hua

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

The eight-year-old girl likes to look in the mirror secretly and has been able to raise her eyebrows.

At the age of ten, I went for an outing and imagined the clothes that Lotus made for myself.

I have been learning the piano for twenty years, but my silver armor has not been unloaded.

Relatives in their thirties know that they are not married.

Forty tears rolled under the swing in the spring breeze.

Translation:

The eight-year-old girl likes to look in the mirror secretly, and she can already draw her eyebrows into long eyebrows. When I was ten years old, I went for an outing and imagined the lotus making its own clothes. At the age of twenty, I began to learn to play the guzheng, and the silver nail on my finger never fell off.

At the age of 30, she should avoid seeing men, even the closest ones. At this time, she may be thinking about when to get married. At the age of forty, with her back to the swing, she cried in the spring breeze, fearing the disappearance of spring.

2, Chitose, a few thrushes

Song Dynasty: Zhang Xian

A few stingrays, and then report to Ren Fangfei for rest. Cherish the spring and break the red. The rain is small and the wind is fierce, and the plum blossoms are green. Yongfeng willow, no one is full of snow.

Don't pull strings, you can talk about it. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. The night has passed and the east window is not white. Set the broken moon: the lonely light goes out.

Translation:

Several cuckoo birds are singing, reporting that the splendid spring will wither. Cherish spring people want to fold the broken flowers more. How can it be that the rain is gentle and the wind is fierce, just in time for the late spring when plums turn blue? Look at the willows in Yongfengfang, scattering catkins like snow all day in the deserted garden.

Don't pluck the strings of the pipa, because my deep sadness is hard to talk about. If there is love in the sky, it will never grow old and the true feelings will never die. Affectionate hearts are like those silk screens with Qian Qian's knots in the middle. Midnight is over, the east is not white, and there is a crescent moon.

3. In addition to working at night

Tang dynasty: Gao Shi

The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.

My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. (Frost Temple: Sorrow Temple)

You can't sleep alone when you live in an inn. For some reason, the poet's mood became very sad. On this New Year's Eve, imagine that the hometown people thousands of miles away miss themselves, and tomorrow they will be one year older and grow a lot of new white hair.

4. Jian Peijun

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

What if the autumn wind blows if you don't defend yourself?

Spend Albert Venn Dicey for a while, but a few leaves sink.

The weak spring breeze came early, and the long night was full of dew.

Shake it down after the rivers and lakes, and you are afraid to waste your time.

What should I do if I can't save myself in the face of destruction and am blown away by the autumn wind? It only blooms in a very short time, and soon the leaves will sink into the water. When the body is weak, the spring breeze blows too early, and when it grows into a dense cluster, there will be more cold dew at night. Even if flowers and leaves rot and shake off, I still worry about wasting time.

5, a plum blossom, a pile of pillows, dark clouds, Cui Qiao

Song Dynasty: Cai Shen

Long black hair is piled up on the pillow like a dark cloud, and the hair between the hair is crooked. The nap was suddenly awakened, but only the spring was soft and green in front of me. Gentle and beautiful people, how can they stand the long and bitter years? Lest one's old pearls and topaz embellish and diminish fragrance.

Liu Xia Red Gate Bridge. How many times did he wait until dark and the candle shone on the window? How many times did he mistake him for a horse? Heartbroken, sad, endless night. The bear looked depressed, but it came again, very boring.

Translation:

Long black hair piled up on the pillow like a dark cloud, and the green hair in the hair had fallen off. I was suddenly awakened during my nap, looking at the warm red and soft green in spring. A gentle and beautiful person cannot stand the torture of another spring.

I'm afraid the old pearls and topaz will reduce the fragrance. The red door under the willow tree is accompanied by a small bridge. How many times have I waited until dark and candlelight shone on the red window? How many times have I mistakenly thought he was riding a horse? Heartbroken, painful, endless nights. Endure the listlessness, but it's boring.

2. What are the 40-word ancient poems?

Farewell to the viceroy and go to Shu to take up his post.

Don

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place.

If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels.

Shang shan Zao hang

Tang Wen Ting Yun

I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown.

When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.

Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.

Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.

Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.

Don Zhang Jiuling

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

So I left my message to the moon and then turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream.

What spring looks like.

Don du fu

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.

Don du fu

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

One night abroad.

Don du fu

The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.

No name, free my sick old age from the office! .

Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! .

Forward blockage

Don du fu

The bow should be the hardest, and the archer should shoot the longest.

Shooters should shoot horses, and leaders should catch their leaders.

There is a limit to killing people, and countries have their own borders.

As long as we can stop the enemy's invasion, is it possible to fight and kill more people?

Wang Yue

Don du fu

What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu. ..

The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.

Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

I live in Xun Wei's home in Wusong Mountain.

Tang Libai

I stayed in a farmhouse at the foot of Wusong Mountain, and I felt very depressed and lonely.

The farmer is busier at work, and the girl next door is not afraid of the cold autumn night all night.

The owner of the house, the old woman, brought me rice, full of white rice like moonlight.

I can't help but feel ashamed to think of this. I helped Park Mu, and declined politely and dared not eat it.

Hawthorn Tree: Lantern Festival

Song Ouyang xiu

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit.

The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.

I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.

Passing through the village of the old man

Tang Meng Hao ran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

60 urgent ancient poems of 3.40 words

Du Fu

In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .

Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.

Zhang Jiuling

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night!

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

A berth at the foot of Gubei Mountain.

Wangwan

Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.

Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.

Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.

Buddhist retreat behind the broken mountain temple

Changjian

On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.

A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

A thousand voices were quiet, only the bell rang.

Message to Meng Haoran

Lipper

Master, I cheer you from the bottom of my heart. Your fame has risen to the sky.

In the rosy youth, you gave up the importance of hats and chariots and chose pine trees and clouds; Now whitehead.

Drunk moon, sage of dreams, bewitched by flowers, you turned a deaf ear to the emperor.

High mountain, how I long to reach you, and even breathe your sweetness here! .

Farewell to Watanabe Gate

Lipper

Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.

At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.

The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

spring scenery

Du Fu

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

An autumn night in the mountains

Wang Wei

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Looking at Dongting Lake from afar —— addressed to Premier Zhang

meng haoran

The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.

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.

Guogurenzhuang

meng haoran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

I can't send it! !

4. 40-year-old sentiment poems in ancient life

1. If you are not confused, you will accomplish nothing if you stay for a long time. -"Drinking Sixteen" Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties

I have been living in seclusion for a long time since I was 40 years old.

2. When singing wine, what is the geometry of life? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan. -"Short Songs" Wei, Jin and Cao Cao

Singing while drinking is short. Just like the morning dew is fleeting, there are too many lost days! The songs on the table are passionate and generous, and melancholy has filled my heart for a long time.

3. Time flies, and the years are not confused. -"Poetry of Drinking with Tao Yuanming" Song Tengcen

Time flies, and my age is close to forty.

4. Jiangshan has produced talents, each leading the way for hundreds of years. -"On Five Poems, Part II" Yi

Generations of talented people come forth in large numbers, and their poems, articles and popularity will be immortal.

A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. -"Huanxisha New Words and a Glass of Wine" Shu

Writing a song and drinking a glass of wine reminds me of this balcony and gazebo in the same season last year.

5.40-word ancient poetry

Five-character rhyme, also known as five rhymes, consists of eight sentences, each of which is basically 40 words. [Tang] Du Fu, even though the country has broken mountains and rivers, the grass and trees shed tears in spring, the lonely bird mourns the bonfire in March, and a letter from home is worth a thousand pounds of gold. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins. Farewell to friends, Li Bai's Castle Peak crossed the northland and and east of the city a white curve of water. This place is a farewell and a sign of loneliness. Clouds are falling, and the setting sun is good on earth. Waving away, my horse neighed again and again. Pug in autumn Pug in autumn is as long as autumn, and depression makes people sad. I can't stop worrying. I'm going to the east building. I look at West Chang 'an, and I look at the river below. I sent a message to the river, you remember. I will send a tear to Yangzhou for me. Du Fu boarded Yueyang Tower and heard about Dongting Lake for a long time. Today, he finally boarded this building. There is Wu in the east and Chu in the south. He saw that heaven and earth are drifting endlessly, his relatives and friends have no faith, and he is old, weak, sick and lonely. There are mountains in the north, and tears are streaming down his face. But sandpipers in the vast world! ...

A good sentence of 6.40 words

★ The moon opened its eyes wide and looked kindly at the villages and fields, much like a polished copper plate.

★ As the full moon rises, a soft smile appears on her silvered face.

★ The bright full moon has been lifted to the sky by the distant blue mountain.

★ The moon is round, like a spinning wheel, spinning her romantic reverie.

★ At night, it is very quiet. A full moon like a jade plate passes through the clouds, and the faint moonlight shines on the earth.

★ An apricot full moon climbed out of the mountain mouth and threw its reflection into the lake.

★ The full moon is like a yellow lantern, lifted from the eastern horizon and hung in the sky.

★ At night, the full moon rises, and a piece of peace shines on the earth with the silver moonlight.

★ The moon rises gradually. She is dressed in a long white gauze dress, quiet and serene, gentle and generous. Her silver face left a gentle smile through the willow branches.

★ The moon is like a newly married daughter-in-law. Just coming from the eastern horizon, she shyly got into the leaves and hid.

★ The moon is like a weather-beaten old man, slowly combing the glistening moonlight.

★ The moon is like a shy girl, hiding in the clouds for a while, lifting the veil to reveal her charming face for a while, and the whole world is immersed in the dreamy silver gray by moonlight.

★ The moon is so bright that it turns the earth into snow blue, and trees, houses and streets are like a layer of mercury.

★ At the western end of the forest outside the door, the hanging first quarter moon has turned into a golden watermelon, not a curved eyebrow.

★ In the morning, the waning moon is like a pebble that has lost its luster and is thrown in the horizon.

★ A crescent moon is like a white pear, quietly blooming in the light blue sky.

★ The night sky is starry, and the moon is like a fishing boat, as if sailing in a wide silver river.

★ The moon is like a bow, winding in the sky.

★ A crescent moon rises from the distant forest. It's as white as freshly extracted silver.

★ A crescent moon, like a silver sickle, sticks out from the dark mountain peak.

★ A crescent moon rises, like a jade carving banana embedded in the sky, with bright blue light.

★ A crescent moon is like a boat, with its pointed bow facing upwards, rowing on the calm lake in the middle of the night, which gives me a feeling.

★ A crescent moon hangs high in the deep blue sky, and the clear water shines on the earth.

★ The crescent moon is like a golden boat moored among the branches.

★ Half the moon hangs obliquely on the top of the locust tree, like an orange petal.

★ The moon is as small as a hairpin and intoxicating.

★ A hazy moon is emerging from the cicada-like transparent clouds in the forest, shining with silver brilliance.

★ A silver hook in the night sky sheds infinite brilliance.

★ The crescent moon is curved like a girl's mouth with a sweet smile.

★ Under the crescent moon and above the willow tip, there are a pair of stars like the eyes of a smiling fairy, teasing the curved crescent moon and swaying willow branches.

The crescent moon is like a silver boat.

★ The curved crescent moon outside the window looks like chrysanthemum petals in the blue night sky.

★ The curved crescent moon shuttles through the thin clouds, like barracuda, lively and lovely.

★ The crescent moon is like a girl's eyebrows, winding in the pure air.

★ The moon has risen, flushed and dizzy, as if someone had provoked a red lantern from the eastern horizon.

★ The moon has risen, like a freshly dehydrated ice tray with no dust.

★ Moon girl got up, as if talking quietly with the little stars around her.

★ A full moon is rising in Ran Ran, and the silvery moonlight reflects a few feathery clouds, which is beautiful.

★ The rising moon hangs on the top of the mountain. Although pale as a cloud, it is getting brighter all the time.

★ The moon went out to sea. At the moment of flying, it seems to jump suddenly and be splashed all over by waves, so that the affectionate sea can wash it and make it bright and clean.

★ A ray of clear and soft moonlight shines on the windowsill through the window, just like silver plating.

★ The moonlight hangs down from the window like a silver soft yarn.

★ The moonlight passed through the shade, leaving a glittering and translucent jade.

★/the full moon on kloc-0/5 is like a snowball, embedded in the dark blue night sky, which is particularly bright.

★ Leng Yue hangs its branches high, and the bare branches are rustled by the cold wind.

The moon in early winter, cold, pours ice-like Yin Hui from the west.

★ The moon finally rose to the clear sky, glittering and translucent.

★ The moon rises from the edge of the forest and emits cold light, which makes the snow-covered fields extraordinarily white and makes people feel colder. Thousands of stars are like pearls in the night sky, shining with the light of Yin Hui.

★ As night falls, the blue sky is dotted with countless little stars, flashing as if inviting people to travel in the vast space.

★ Without the moon, the stars twinkle like dew on a big lotus leaf.

7. What ancient poems are 40 words?

For example, Fu Degu sent Cao Yuan a farewell.

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.

Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.

I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Gulangyu trip

When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan.

I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky.

Is the fairy in the moon hanging her feet?

Why do laurel trees become round in January?

Ancient poetry 8.40 words

Five-character poems, also known as five laws, consist of eight sentences, each with five words, which is basically 40 words.

[Tang] Du Fu's "A leopard cannot change his spots, but a leopard cannot change his spots.". Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

Li Bai bid farewell to his friends, with blue mountains in the north and white water in the east. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.

Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.

Qiupu Song Qiupu is like autumn, and depression makes people worry. The guests are too worried to go to the East Building.

Looking to the west of Chang 'an, you can see the river flowing below. Send a message to this river and you will remember it.

Send a drop of tears from afar to reach Yangzhou for me. Du Fu boarded Yueyang Tower in 1920. I have heard of Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I finally boarded the 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. After a night out, Du Fu's breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high mast.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .

Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! .