Let s talk about which poems in ancient poetry can cut into your heart the most?

Green ant new brew wine red clay small stove.

Toil. Pines.

The orient is bright and roosters crow, and the smoke in the world is ethereal.

The village husband and the old farmer are thin, and the plough and cultivation tax is like a hair.

The front is forgotten, and the back is now covered with a pavilion.

But that the master may be drunk, and the guest shall not know where it is.

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. This is probably loneliness, and every time I read it, my heart is sour.

Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling. People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures. ——Wang Wei, "Bamboo Pavilion".

Seriously, maybe my perception of the world is different from that of normal people. When others read Du Shaoling's "Eight Guards", they are often moved to tears by "life does not meet, and moves like a participant", sighing about the ups and downs of life, and gathering joys and sorrows. As soon as I read "Cutting spring leeks in the night rain, yellow sorghum in the new cooking room", I wanted to eat the freshly baked roasted leeks with a lot of cumin and peppers.

The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing. For example, in "Me and the Temple of Earth", Shi Tiesheng wrote about a friend, and he said: "I really wanted to be famous at that time, and to be famous so that others would envy my mother."

Gleefully imagining the rest of my life, about my parents, but also about myself. But you don't expect that there will be such moments in your life. They face the wind and snow, but you can't do anything.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. - Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" Winter in the Northeast, when it snows, the whole world disappears. When a person walks in heaven and earth, he often thinks of this poem. Loneliness.

Facing the wall for ten years, it is difficult to reward the heroes of the sea. I wrote it before I went to study in Japan when I was young. The full text is:

Da Jiangge turned his head to the east, and the dense group helped the poor world. Facing the wall for ten years, it is difficult to reward the heroes of the sea. The courage of "It's hard to reward the heroes of the sea" makes my heart break very much, and every time I think of these two poems, I am very excited.

Autumn voice! The grass and trees are ruthless, sometimes drifting. Man is an animal, but the spirit of things.

The heart of the hundred worries, everything is in its shape, there is movement in the middle, and it will shake its essence. And thinking about what is beyond the reach of its strength, and worrying about what its wisdom cannot do, it is advisable for those who are in the Dan to be the wood, and those who are dark are the stars.

Nine out of ten people are white-eyed, and none of them are scholars. "These two sentences, put in the poem, probably the poet did not deny the usefulness of reading in his heart, and now people call themselves "student dogs", most of which are self-deprecating.

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor. Worried about the new words.

Now I know all the sorrows, and I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But the weather is cool and autumn.

I used to think that teenagers were not ignorant of sorrow, but now I know what it means to say that I want to say goodbye, but I dare not say that I have learned all the sorrows.

Wang Linchuan's song "Looking at the South of the River". Return to the Buddha and flick your fingers to cross the three sages. May I quickly ascend to supreme enlightenment, just like when a Buddha sits in the ashram. Wise and sad.

The breeze pushed the door open, as if it was an old man. Looking back on the years, it has been five years. I'm not with you, you've always been in my heart.

Any poem can be taken to heart. It depends on what kind of environment you are in. Wandering wanderers are often immersed in nostalgic poetry.

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Jun asked that the return date was not scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan rose in the autumn pool. This night is not long in this life, okay, where will the bright moon look next year?

The hometown dream is broken, the soul of the trip is lonely, and the prosperous years are removed. The soul of the countryside, chasing travel thoughts, night and night unless there are good dreams, leave people to sleep. ......When you're emotionally frustrated.

I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor couples mourn everything. Returning Jun Mingzhu's tears, he hated to meet when he was not married. The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.

The gambling book was so fragrant that I knew it was ordinary. The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and the face is a flowery tree. I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is going on in my tears, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines.

The underworld is similar to the world, but it should be adrift in a foreign land. Lying in the empty bed listening to the rain in the south window, who will pick up the lights and mend clothes at night? Too much, too much!

Facing the wall for ten years, it is difficult to reward the heroes of the sea. I wrote it before I went to study in Japan when I was young. The full text is:

Da Jiangge turned his head to the east, and the dense group helped the poor world. Facing the wall for ten years, it is difficult to reward the heroes of the sea. The courage of "It's hard to reward the heroes of the sea" makes my heart break very much, and every time I think of these two poems, I am very excited.

Wang Linchuan's song "Looking at the South of the River". Return to the Buddha and flick your fingers to cross the three sages. May I quickly ascend to supreme enlightenment, just like when a Buddha sits in the ashram. Wise and sad.

The breeze pushed the door open, as if it was an old man. Looking back on the years, it has been five years. I'm not with you, you've always been in my heart.

Flowers are like Yi, and willows are like Yi. The flowers and willows are young and parting. Bow your head and tears fall.

East of the Yangtze River, west of the Yangtze River. Mandarin ducks fly in two places on both sides of the strait. When we met, we knew when we met.

The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing. For example, in "Me and the Temple of Earth", Shi Tiesheng wrote about a friend, and he said: "I really wanted to be famous at that time, and to be famous so that others would envy my mother."

Gleefully imagining the rest of my life, about my parents, but also about myself. But you don't expect that there will be such moments in your life. They face the wind and snow, but you can't do anything.

"Nine out of ten people are white-eyed, and none of them are scholars. "These two sentences, put in the poem, probably the poet did not deny the usefulness of reading in his heart, and now people call themselves "student dogs", most of which are self-deprecating.

There are no waves in the blue sea, there is a road in Yaotai, and they fly together after thinking about it. At that time, I didn't care about the people I liked, and the mountains and rivers knew where they were? The mat is dusty, the boudoir covers the fog, and the small characters on the red note are paid for.

The high-rise buildings want to be dusk, and the sycamore leaves are raining. This poem brings tears to my eyes and distress when I read it! Alas!

Once the most beautiful!

There is a sentence in Wang Ji's "Gift to the Priest": "Rites and music prisoner Ji Dan, poems and books bind Kongqiu." "The first time I read it, I was overwhelmed by that wild and uninhibited attitude.

When I majored in tourism in college, I was thinking about the life of "Oriental Danqiu West Taihua, and traveling to the North Sea at dusk".

"Three cups lead to the avenue, and one bucket is natural".

When the mountains are full of flowers, she laughs in the bushes.