Ask for the ancient poems that express the complexity of things and disturb people s hearts, thank y

Things are people, and everything is restless, and tears flow first.

My heart is sad, and I don't know how to mourn.

The cut is constant, and the reason is ......Don't have a taste in your heart. - Li Yu.

Only then did he frown, but he was on his heart. - Li Qingzhao.

Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the glass is more sorrowful.

1, "Xuanzhou Xie Junlou Farewell School Book Shuyun".

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai.

Whoever forsakes me will not remain in the day of yesterday; Those who disturb my heart will have many troubles today. The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles, and you can be a tall building for this. Penglai article Jian'an bones, in the middle of Xiao Xie and clear hair.

Thinking of flying, wanting to go to the blue sky and see the bright moon. The water is more flowing when the knife is drawn, and the glass is more worried. Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads flat boats.

Translation: The yesterday that forsaken me is irretrievable. Today, when my mind is disturbed, there are many worries.

Thousands of miles of wind, send away the autumn geese. Facing the beautiful scenery, you can drink the high-rise buildings. Mr.'s article has the style of Jian'an, and from time to time reveals the elegance of Xiao Xie's poetry.

You and I are full of super interest, and I want to go to the blue sky to hold the bright moon. Draw the knife to cut off the water flow, and the water waves flow more smoothly; Raise a glass to dispel your sorrows, and your sorrows are even stronger. Life in the world, can not be satisfied, it is better to spread the hair and board the Yangtze River.

2, "Xijiang Night Walk".

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling.

Where are the people in the night, and the moon in Chengtan is walking. The sky is long, and the hometown is keen.

Foreign objects are undisturbed, and the middle stream is self-purifying. Thinking of returning to Lin Ye Chang, he sat sadly with Watson.

There are still Tingzhou cranes, and the night is at first sound.

Translation: Long night, where is the old man? Sailing under the blue waves and night moon. Heaven and earth are empty and vast, and homesickness is unforgettable. The scenery outside the body has no sorrow, and the clear water of the river flows freely.

Thinking of homesickness, it has been many spring and autumn years since Lin Ye left home, sitting in the silent night with homesickness, letting the cold dew gradually grow, wetting his sleeves. At this time, there is also the white crane on the sandbar in the middle of the river, in this dark night and dawn, suddenly singing, which makes people secretly frightened.

3, "Except for the Night Taiyuan Cold".

Ming Dynasty: Yu Qian.

Message to Tianyake, light cold bottom with sorrow.

The spring breeze is not far away, only at the east end of the house.

Translation: Please send a letter to your friends who live far away and tell them that although the weather is cold, this cold is nothing, and there is no need to worry about it. The spring breeze was already blowing, not far from us, just east of our house.

4, "Leyou Yuan, Deng Leyou Yuan".

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin.

Xiang was unwell at night and drove to the ancient plains.

The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk.

Translation: In the evening, when I was in a bad mood, I drove up the ancient plain. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's already dusk.

5, "Huanxi Sha, Desert Light Cold on the Small Building".

Song Dynasty: Qin Guan.

Indifferent and cold go up to the small building, Xiaoyin is a scoundrel like a poor autumn. The light smoke and flowing water paint the screen.

The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. The curtain hangs with a small silver hook.

Translation: With a hint of chill, I climbed the small building alone, and the cool morning was tireless, as if it was late autumn. Looking back at the picture screen, the faint smoke, gurgling water, and the artistic conception is secluded.

Outside the window, the flowers are flying freely and gently, just like a dream, and the rain is falling and drifting endlessly, like a melancholy flying. Then look at the jeweled curtain hanging haphazardly from a small silver hook.