I am a shallow learner, I want a bleak and lonely poem, and I want to express my feelings!

Liu Yong, Yulinling.

The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. 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 to a thousand 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 do you wake up tonight?

The willow shore dawns and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day. Even though there are thousands of styles, who to talk to!

Short. Wangjiangnan, Li Yu.

How much hatred, in the dream last night, it still seems to be the old time to swim in the garden. The car is like a flowing water, and the horse is like a dragon; The flower moon is in the spring breeze!

Butterflies love flowers. Liu yong.

Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy. In the grass-colored smoke and afterglow, there is no word who will rely on the column.

I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture, and I sing about wine, and I have no taste for it. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

A body of pride and ambition It turns out that the hero is lonely.

He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years. - Du Fu, "Ascending".

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, thinking of relatives every festival - Wang Wei's "Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9th".

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the height is unbearable - Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Head".

What is fluttering, the world is a sand gull - Du Fu's "Traveling Night Book".

Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes a trio - Li Bai's "Drinking Alone Under the Moon".

Go up to the tall building alone and look at the end of the world - Yan Shu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

The whole world is turbid, only I am clear, everyone is drunk and only I am awake - Qu Yuan.

Jiang Chengzi Su Shi.

Ten years of life and death. Don't think about it, it's unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. Come and dream at night. Xiao Xuan window, dressing.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

There are snowflakes, loneliness, and poetry, which meet the requirements of the landlord and ask for adoption.

The moon in the Xijiang River is just right for the spring breeze, and the lake shadow is also rippling. Although people are beautiful and beautiful, they are not virtuous.

Just like Liyue'er, she only knows the dizziness of the heart. It is better than the bright sun, and the eternal nine stars are in the sky.

Su Shi "Water Tune Song Head" When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu, the height is too cold to dance and figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?

Raise a glass to the bright moon.

The shadow becomes a trio.

Under the moon, drink one of them alone, Li Bai.

As for the loser singing on the way, the traveler resting on the tree, the former calling, the latter responding, the clever, the person who comes and goes, and the person who travels. Fishing near the stream, the stream is deep and the fish are fat. The brewing spring is wine, and the spring is fragrant and the wine is watery; The mountain cuisine is wild, and the miscellaneous and former Chen is too feasting.

The joy of the feast, not silk and bamboo, among the shooters, the game wins, the staggered, the sit-up and noisy, the guests are happy. Pale and white-haired, depressed, too drunk. The Drunkard Pavilion.

Seven absolutes. Although he was young and did not go to the campus, he went to Chang'an on all the roads, and from now on he created his own life road, and he was full of amusing Chaoxia Brigade and sold it in Jinchuan Town.

Life in the world is not to lose the old and easy, running around day and night for a living, if you can try to get a good body, the old age is enough.

I'm sorry, I'm just a shallow student, so I can only write like this, I hope it can help you.

I wish him a long life. o(∩_o~

I regret that Shushan secretly hurt himself, who wants to think about the reason? All kinds of things in the world are learned, and human feelings are practiced as articles!

The three religions of the day war, the night turns to glory. In the middle of the night, Mu Ran silently petrified. Who is a sling?

Who is a top student? Who is Greenleaf? Who is Safflower?

Who are the pants? Who is a wedding dress? They all only say that the living suffer crimes, but how have you ever seen a dead ghost wearing a shackle?

Although it is a low grade point, it is not allowed to commit suicide quickly. Let's go, I want to turn into a wisp of green smoke, but there are all kinds of things in the mortal world that are worried. In the end, I had to be left, a barren pen, full of broken flowers...

You read and think about being a champion, I'm just afraid that you are shallow in learning.

It's enough to talk about the mess before and after!

The basic explanation can be understood as follows: Chinese painting, made by Zhang Zeduan in the Song Dynasty. Long scroll on silk.

Fade colors. With the Bianhe River as the center of the composition, it shows the lives and dynamics of characters from all walks of life in Bianliang, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty during the Qingming Dynasty. The opening place is the scenery of the suburbs of Bianliang; The middle section depicts boats anchoring the Bianhe River, and pedestrians traveling to and from the arched bridge; At the end of the volume, the street shops in the urban area are depicted.

There are more than 550 people in the painting, more than 20 boats and cars of different types, and countless houses in the city. The details are authentic and the technique is superb.

The landlord himself knows that the culture is limited, so let's learn more knowledge. Hehe poems are not so simple to write, the landlord is a slippery mouth, not a poem.

What does it matter if it's not poetry? Isn't it to express a certain mood, this is the same as Li Bai's psychology of writing poems, I have some emotions in my heart that I want to express, just express them boldly. As for whether it's good or not, that's another matter, it's a matter of skill.

It's like drinking, and my little alcohol prevents me from liking it. Just have fun.