Ask the poetry master to provide some cold poems!

Slow sound, slow sound.

Li Qingzhao searched and searched, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable.

When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be in a hurry late!

The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now?

Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark!

The sycamore is more drizzle, and the dusk is dripping and dripping.

This time, what a sad word!

The cold current of the ancient road devours the great wilderness, and the old garden is sad in the dream.

The lonely body in front of the lamp is cold, and the neem tree is yellow outside the stack.

In the past, the wine was rich in attracting distinguished guests, and the wealth was sent to Qiu Niang after many years.

Chongyang is on the end of the world day by day, and the wind and rain are cool at night.

Untitled] Chen Juyuan.

The Story of Little Stone Pond.

Liu Zongyuan walked one hundred and twenty steps west from the hillock, separated by bamboo, smelled the sound of water, such as singing the ring, and was happy. Cut down the bamboo to take the road, see the small pool below, the water is particularly clear. The whole stone is the bottom, near the shore, the bottom of the rolling stone is out, for the di, for the island, for the mountain, for the rock.

The green trees are verdant, swaying, and uneven.

The fish in the pool can have a hundred heads, all of which are like empty swimming and have nothing to rely on. The sun is clear, and the shadow is on the stone, and the platform is not moving; Uncle Kang passed away, and he came and went, as if he was happy with the tourists.

Looking at the southwest of the pond, the snake is twisted and turned, and the light and extinction are visible. Its shore is different from each other, and its source is unknown.

Sitting on the pond, surrounded by bamboo trees on all sides, lonely and uninhabited, sad and cold, quietly gloomy. It is not allowed to live for a long time, but to remember it.

Fellow travelers: Wu Wuling, Gong Gu, Yu Di Zong Xuan. Those who are subordinate to each other, Cui's two junior students: say forgiveness, say Fengyi.

Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. The ancient road is a thin horse with a west wind, the sun is setting, and the broken intestines are at the end of the world.

The cold current of the ancient road devours the great wilderness, and the old garden is sad in the dream.

The lonely body in front of the lamp is cold, and the neem tree is yellow outside the stack.

In the past, the wine was rich in attracting distinguished guests, and the wealth was sent to Qiu Niang after many years.

Chongyang is on the end of the world day by day, and the wind and rain are cool at night.

Untitled] Chen Juyuan.

Deserted. Slow voice.

The voice is slow, Li Qingzhao.

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

When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be in a hurry late!

The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now?

Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark!

The sycamore is more drizzle, and the dusk is dripping and dripping.

This time, what a sad word!

The lack of moon hangs dredging paulownia, and the initial tranquility of people is missing. Who sees a lonely person coming and going, ethereal and lonely.

Startled but turned back, there was hatred and no one to think. Picking up all the cold branches and refusing to perch, the lonely sandbar is cold.

Su Shi's fortune operator.

Liu Yong's eight Ganzhou, Yulin bell, and the classic belt gradually widening will never regret it ("Butterfly Loves Flowers").

Liu Yong [Butterfly Love Flower].

Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine. Looking forward to the extreme spring sorrow, gloomy sky. In the afterglow of grass-colored smoke. Speechless, who will rely on the column. It is planned to get drunk on the crazy picture, and use the wine as a song, which is strong and tasteless. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

Picking up all the cold skills and refusing to live, the lonely sandbar is cold.

Li yu. Went up to the west building alone without saying a word.

The moon is like a hook. The lonely sycamore is far-reaching, locking the clear autumn.

The cut is continuous, and the rationalization is still messy.

It's sorrow. I have a different taste in my heart.

Generally, Liu Yong's, Liu Yuxi's, Qin Guan's, Yan Jidao, Yan Shu, there are a little more in this regard.

Qingqing Ling on the cypress, Lei Lei Jian in the stone. In the world of life, suddenly like a traveler.

"Nineteen Ancient Poems".

The bright moon shines in the night, promoting the weaving of the east wall. Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars have a calendar. The white dew is stained with weeds, and the season is suddenly changing.

"Nineteen Ancient Poems".

Meng Dong is cold, and the north wind is miserable. I know how long the night is, and I look up to the stars. The moon is full of three or five, and the toad and rabbit are missing.

The guest came from afar and left me a book. The upper word is Sauvignon Blanc, and the next word is a long parting. In the sleeve of the book, the three-year-old word will not be extinguished.

Single-mindedly, afraid of the king and not knowing.

"Nineteen Ancient Poems".

The cold verses are:

It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted, and a sad place.

Golden Wisp Song: The Dead Woman's Death Day".

Qing · Nalan Xingde.

The wind beats the small curtain and the light is faint, and the idle shadow is deserted, reminiscing about the old tour.

Plum Blossom Introduction: Jingxi Blocking Snow".

Song · Jiang Jie.

The new geese and the old stingers correspondingly reconcile, but they are forbidden and deserted.

South Building Order, Second Chen Jun Heng Yun".

Song · Thorough.

Climb high to try the sick foot, and the cold and annoying.

Tour Shanguang Temple" Song · Hongmai.

The lights are even more deserted.

Tie the skirt waist (farewell)".

Song · Liu Xianlun.

is cold and unpretentious, and her words are full of words.

Qian Zhang Lang Zhong Song · Chen Shunyu.

The green light shines on the cold night, and the white-haired teenager listens to the song.

Drink and talk about the old at night

Yuan · Han Yi.

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

1. Guilu was born in autumn and the dew was slight, and Qingluo had not changed his clothes. Tang Wangwei's "Autumn Nocturne".

2. The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. Tang Li Bai "Qingping Tune".

3. A branch of red dew incense sends this finger, and the clouds and rain Wushan break the intestines in vain. Tang Li Bai "Qingping Tune".

4. Poor on the third night of the first month of September, the dew is like a real pearl and the moon is like a bow. Tang Bai Juyi's "Twilight River Yin".

5. The leaves are thick and dewy like crying eyes, and the branches are like dancing waists in the breeze. Tang Bai Juyi's "Willow Branches".

6. Dark drops of flowers and dew, and the oblique moon passes through the city. Tang Zhangji's "Spring Night Emperor's Mansion Banquet".

7. Extinguish the candle and merge the light with dust, and feel the dew in the clothes. Tang Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan".

8. The guest goes to the Boping threshold, and the cicadas are full of branches. Tang Li Shangyin's "Cool Thoughts".

9, Shulan is still selling cigarettes, and the remnants of chrysanthemum are still exposed. Tang Li Shimin's "Late Autumn in the Mountain Pavilion".

10, the tide of glamorous singing has begun to fall, and the river flowers are not shining. Tang Liu Xiyi's "Eight Songs of Jiangnan Songs".

The cold poem is as follows:

1. 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. ——Zhang Jiuling in the Tang Dynasty rushed to the trap "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan".

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.

2. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. ——Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts" mountain judgment.

Translation: I couldn't help but raise my head and look at the bright moon in the sky outside the sky, and I couldn't help but bow my head and ponder, thinking of my distant hometown.

3. The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming. - Du Fu's "Memories of the Younger Brother on a Moonlit Night" in the Tang Dynasty

Translation: Since tonight, we have entered the white dew solar term, and the moon is still the brightest in my hometown.

4. There is no light in the evening moon for three years, and the bright moon should be in the hometown. - Qiu Fengjia of the Qing Dynasty "Yuan Xi No Moon".

Translation: Three years later, there is no moonlight in the sky tonight, and the beautiful moon is probably in my hometown.

5. When you look at the bright moon, you should cry, and your hometown will be the same in five places overnight. ——Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's "Feeling of Looking at the Moon".

Translation: When you look at the bright moon, you should be sad and cry, and you feel the same homesickness all night.

6. Where is the northwest looking township, and the southeast is full of the moon. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th".

Translation: How can I see my hometown in the northwest, and the moon is round several times in the southeast.

7. The full moon flies into the mirror, and the heart folds the big knife. - Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Two Songs of the Night Moon on the Fifteenth Night of August".

Translation: There is a full moon outside the window, and it is also a full moon in the mirror, and the feeling of homesickness is like a knife cutting in the heart!

8. The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me? ——Wang Anshi's "Docking the Boat Guazhou" in the Song Dynasty

Translation: The gentle spring breeze blows green on the south bank of the river again, but when will you be able to go home according to me, O bright moon in the sky?

9, the wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people. ——Tang Dynasty Meng Haoran, "Sujian Dejiang".

Translation: The wilderness is boundless, the sky is lower than the trees, the rivers are clear, the moon is clear, and people are close to each other.

10. Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know who will fall in autumn. ——Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty, "Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon and Sending Du Langzhong".

Translation: It was late at night, and the cold autumn dew quietly wet the osmanthus flowers in the court. Tonight, the bright moon is in the sky to tease the sedan chair, people are admiring the moon, I don't know whose house the vast autumn thoughts fall in?