Are there any poems that you feel deeply moved by when you see them?

I like this poem: Silk and salary, three stars in the sky. What day and night, see this beloved? Zixi, what is such a beloved? I saw it when I was in school, and I read it once and memorized it.

The stars in the sky turned, and the curtain on earth fell. Cool pillows and tears. Tell Luo Yi and ask, what is the night.

The green lotus canopy is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are scarce. Old weather old clothes. Only when the feelings are not the same, the old home.

This is "Nangezi Heavenly Stars Turn", this poem was read to me by my boyfriend, and I fell in love with it once I heard it.

If you have been drunk, you will know that the wine is strong, and if you have loved you, you will know that it is heavy. You can't be my poems, just as I can't be your dreams. This is the first poem that made me cry, and it was so well written, it was really touching.

Jun buried the mud under the spring, and I sent the world full of snow.

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The rising sun of the Yintang eyes hide the moon and bend the bow.

Collect red dust and tears, sleeve pleats, heaven and earth.

Fairy wind incense bones wander the sea.

Raise a glass to invite the rainbow to fill the table with Tang poems and songs.

Li Gongjue January 26, 2019 * 12:29 p.m. in Beijing "A Dream of a Thousand Years and a Spring Breeze".

Original] Caiyun returns to sing the song to accompany the unloading of the river.

The mountain unloads the love. Wake up the heavens and the earth to say goodbye to the cold winter of the millennium.

Dream of spring breeze. Li Gongjue January 23, 2019*18th of the lunar month* in Beijing

Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, the bell rings late. The lotus hat brings the slanting sun, and the green mountains return far away. This poem is my favorite, this is Liu Changqing's "Sending Lingche to the Venerable", the poem is very beautiful.

There are beauties, and they will never forget it. I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy. The first time I heard this poem was in "Glory of the King", Li Bai read this sentence at that time, and he was very impressed.

The jackdaws were sad in the evening. The willow pond is new and green but gentle. If there is no hatred in the eyes of the church, you don't believe that there is a white head in the world. Just the last sentence: I don't believe that there are white heads in the world. I fell out of love at the time, and I was really convinced when I saw this poem.

If there is an afterlife, you should be a tree and stand in a posture of eternity, without joy or sorrow. Half in the dust, half in the wind, half in the shade, half in the sun. Yes, if there is an afterlife, I will definitely not be a human being anymore, it is too tiring to be a human being.

The cold mountain road falls on the cold stream. There are often birds chirping, and there are no people in the loneliness. The wind blows, and the snow accumulates. The morning does not see the sun, and the years do not know the spring. This is a poem by Hanshan, which deeply writes about my deep feelings and I like it very much.

Li Bai's poem "Three Five Seven Words", into my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick, long and long, and short and infinite. Am I the only one who finds this word beautiful? Really enjoyed it, I read it almost every day.

The most touching poem I can think of is the spring flowers and autumn moon, when, how much do you know about the past, Xiaolou last night and the east wind, the old country does not slip the banquet can look back on the moon, the carved fence jade masonry in the Ming should still be there, but Zhu Yan asked you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. This poem made me feel the deepest feeling, how painful it should be to lose the auspicious country.

Hello, according to your question, generally speaking, I personally think that Li Bai's poems are still very charming, and I like Wu Zao's the most: I am born to be useful, and my daughter will be dismantled and returned. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drinking.

Sometimes life needs to be so bold.

The most touching thing is Chen Ziang's late and wide poems, which have not seen the ancients before, and have not seen the people who have come after. Reading the code of heaven and earth, renting bright and leisurely, lonely and weeping.

1. The man who is the husband of heaven and earth, the reverse journey of all things; Those who have passed through time have passed by for hundreds of generations. And floating like a dream, for joy?

2, you don't see the sad white hair of the high hall Mingsen stool mirror, and the twilight of the green branch turns into snow.

3. A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a partner cup to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

One of the poems that touched me the most was: "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." ”。Everything goes hand in hand.

Tang Dynasty poet Yuan Zhen's poem: But will open his eyes all night long to repay his life without raising his eyebrows.

There are profits and losses in the month, and the flowers are blooming, and I want to say goodbye to the most bitter part of life. ——Zhang Mingshan, "Putianle Yongshi" 29The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch is formed.

Du Mu "Mountain Walk".

He lives in the north of Baiyun Mountain, east of Bishui Bridge.

Short hair is dashing and twilight rain, and the long placket falls in the autumn wind.

Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sinking boat, and ten thousand trees were spring in front of the sick tree.

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring!

1. The one who slows down the bridge of the world and the world, the reverse journey of all things; Those who have passed through time have passed by for hundreds of generations. And floating like a dream, for joy?

2, you don't see the high hall mirror sad touch the white hair, like green silk twilight into snow.

3. A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

4. Singing about the wine wheel mold, what is life? For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past.

5. The three spring flowers are early, and the flowers must be early. When the flowers bloom and fall, life is easy to get old.

6. Who reads the west wind and is cold alone? Xiao Xiao Huangye closed the window, pondering the past and setting up the remnant sun.

Before not trembling to see the ancients, after not seeing the light did not come, looking at the world of leisure, the single eggplant key disturbed and wept.

Mountain climbing. Du Fu Tang Dynasty

The wind is in a hurry, and the high ape howls and mourns, and the white bird flies back.

Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling.

Thousands of miles of sad autumn Chang family shirt as a guest, more than a hundred years of illness alone on stage.

Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass.

Liangzhou words: luminous cup, if you want to drink pipa, urge immediately. Drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people came back to fight in ancient times?

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring!

Particularly sad.

Exquisite dice An red beans, into the bone lovesickness does not know. Wen Tingyun's "Two Southern Songs, New Voices of Willow Branches".

The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king. Anonymous "Yue Ren Song".

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Nalan Xingde's "Mulan Words, Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words and Cambodian Friends".

Life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian. Su Shi "Linjiang Immortal, Send Money to Mu Father".

Life is a lover, and this hatred is not about the wind and the moon. Ouyang Xiu's "Yulou Chun, Zun Qian intends to say the return date".

Life also has a life, can An Xingxing sigh and sit down? Bao Zhao's "Difficult to Travel: Part IV".

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance. Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat. Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost. So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

The young man listened to the rain song upstairs, and the red candles were dim.

In the middle of the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.

Now listening to the rain monk's house, the temples have stars.

The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and the pre-step drips until dawn.

Jiang Jie's "Poppy Listening to the Rain".

Zijin "Book of Songs".

Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart. Even if I don't go, Zining won't make a sound?

Qingqingzi Pei, I think about it. Even if I don't go, Zining won't come?

Picky and embarrassed, in the city. Not seen for a day, like March.

Autumn Wind Words Li Bai.

The autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened. I know when I see each other, and I am embarrassed at this night;

Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick, long-term lovesickness, long-term memory, short-term lovesickness is infinite, I knew that it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning.

Jin Se Li Shangyin.

Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian. Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking. This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

Meet Li Yu.

Alone in the west building without a word, the moon is like a hook. Lonely Wutong deep courtyard lock Qingqiu.

Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful. Don't just have a general taste in mind.

Queqiao Immortal Qin Guan.

The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win and there are countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can they be there, morning and twilight?

Yu Linling Liu Yong.

The cicada is poignant. On the long pavilion late, the showers first rested. The capital tent has no clue, and the nostalgia and the blue boat are urging.

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times. Even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival. Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.

This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even if there are thousands of styles, who to say.

A cut plum Li Qingzhao.

The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building.

Flowers float and water flows, a kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

The tallest building is Cheng Yuan.

In the old days, he was shy. Long remember, swim by shoulder. The skirt and socks are peach blossoms, and the thin shirt is lightly fanned apricot blossom building. A few trips, a few drunkenness, a few stays.

Unexpectedly, the spring breeze has been broken. Who would have thought that the clouds would fly and disperse. It's easy to get old, and it's hard to hate. Bees don't understand people's suffering, and Yan'er doesn't understand people's sorrows. The old feelings, inexhaustible, when to rest

Suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light.

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable.