Seeing things and thinking about people, touching the scene and feeling essay

Very good to write an article I will only write sad !

It means that the poems that express seeing things and thinking about people and touching the scenery are:1, Chu Ke wants to listen to Yao's grievances, and when the moon is bright in Xiaoxiang late at night.

2. Thousands of sails are not, the slanting veins are long, and the intestines are broken Baipinzhou.

3. I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the comers after. Thinking of the world and the world, I am alone and crying!

4. Thinking about it, hating it, hating it until it comes back. The moonlight people leaned on the building.

5. Red beans are born in the south of the country.

A few branches are sent in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely.

6. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring. When I feel the tears, I hate the birds. The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars. The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.

1, "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" [Tang] Zhang Jiuling. The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night.

The candle is extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed. It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep. Translation:

A bright moon rises in the vast sea, and you and I are looking at each other at the end of the world. Lovers resent the long moonlit nights, and they stayed awake all night and thought about their loved ones. Extinguishing the candle and loving the moonlight in the room, I wandered around in my cloak and felt the cold of the night.

I can't give you the beautiful moonlight, I just hope to be able to meet you in the land of dreams.

2, "Moonlit Night" [Tang] Du Fu. Tonight, the moon in Yanzhou, the boudoir only looks alone. Pity the little children, and do not understand the memory of Chang'an.

The fragrant mist is wet, and the clear jade arm is cold. When to lean on the false pretense, the tears of the double shine are dry. Translation:

The moon in Yinzhou tonight must be equally round, thinking of his wife in the boudoir, he can only watch it alone. Poor young children, how can they understand the sadness of longing? The fog may have wet his wife's sideburns; The cold moonlight should reflect the jade arm of his wife.

When can we reunite and see each other, leaning on the thin curtain to enjoy the bright moon. It was still moonlight, so let the moonlight silently dry our tears.

3, "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night" [Tang] Du Fu. The drums cut off the pedestrians, and the sound of geese in the autumn. The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.

There are brothers who are scattered, and there is no home to ask about life and death. The length of the letter is not reached, and the army has not ceased to be suspended. Translation:

The sound of drums on the upper floor cut off people's comings and goings, and in the autumn of the border plug, a lone goose was chirping. Since tonight, it has entered the white dew solar term, and the moon is still the brightest in my hometown. There are brothers, but they are all scattered, and there is no home to inquire about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang City often could not be delivered, not to mention the frequent wars that did not stop.

4, "Spring Hope" [Tang] Du Fu. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring. When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars. The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming. Translation:

Chang'an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring is coming, and the sparsely populated city of Chang'an is lush with vegetation. Sentimental about national affairs, I can't help but tear up, birdsong is frightening, and it only increases the sorrow and hatred. The continuous war has continued to the present, and family letters are rare, and one letter is worth 10,000 taels**.

Worried, scratching his head and thinking, the white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and he can't insert a hairpin.

5, "Acacia" [Tang] Wang Wei. Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely.

Translation: The red bean tree grows in the south, and when spring comes, how many new branches will it bear? I hope you pick more red beans, it can arouse people's feelings of nostalgia the most.