Which line of poetry has you remembered to this day?

The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, falls in love with the floor, falls in love with the floor, and says sorrow for the new poetry.

Now I know all the sorrows, I want to say that I will rest, I want to say that I will rest, but I say, "The weather is cool and autumn."

Luoyang relatives and friends asked each other, and a piece of ice was in the jade pot. A piece of ice is in the jade pot, I only hope that my original intention will not be lived up, and I will still be the same person I was at that time when I said goodbye. When you grow up, you don't lose yourself.

Toast the east wind, and calmly. Weeping poplar purple Moluo east of the city. Always hand in hand at that time, swimming all over the bushes. Gathering and scattering are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's red. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year, who do you know with?

Even though there are thousands of styles, who else can you talk to? Every time I think of this sentence, I can empathize with Liu Yong, everything I have lived has nothing to do with you, happiness can't be shared with you, sadness can't be said to you.

The moon on the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is the sweetheart. has always been the heart of the audience, but the person is the person in the play. —Eileen Chang.

You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning. You don't see the sad white hair of Gao Tang Mingjing, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain. I don't know why, but I think this poem should be the ideal state.

It should be regarded as a poem, for heaven and earth, for the citizens, for the saints, for the eternal peace!

If the poem is Li Yu's poppy beauty, the carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but Zhu Yan has changed.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys. I really can't put down these two poems.

The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year! So far, I like it best, and I press the bottom of the box.

The wine is often sad and there are few customers, and the moon is mostly disturbed by clouds. Who is the lonely light in the Mid-Autumn Festival? Look to the north sadly.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Returning Jun Mingzhu's tears, he hated to meet when he was not married.

The moon falls and forgets to show the sky, Jiang Cheng and the dog are sad.

Life is a lover, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will report that the peach blossoms will bloom together.

Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan's heart and sweat.

On paper, I finally feel shallow, and I never know that I have to do it.

There is wine today and drunk today, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon!

The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind.

has been together for 12 years, but I don't know that Mulan is a girl.

Life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian.

If you are poor, you will be good alone, and if you are good, you will help the world.

Sacrifice your life to go to the country, and see death as if you were going home.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.

Because the university is in the school of political science and law, it has been two years since I didn't study ancient poetry, but there is one poem I have always memorized: that is, "Will Enter the Wine" ruin the good file.

You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, and it flows to the sea and does not return.

You don't see the mess, the high hall mirror is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk!

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and furs, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you!

Nalan Rongruo's "Poppy Beauty": The cloister is an inch of lovesickness, and the moon falls into a lonely chair. The back light and the moon are in the shade, and it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.

Wang Guowei's "Picking Mulberries": Life is only like a flocculent before the wind, happiness is also sporadic, and sorrow is also sporadic. All do Lianjiang and a little Ping.

Xin Qiji's "Partridge Heaven: Generation Fu": If there is no hatred in the eyes of the sect, I don't believe that there is a white head in the world.

Bo Ming replied Wen Tingyun's "Willow Branches": Exquisite dice and red beans, lovesick to the bones do not know.

Hong Yingming's "Caigen Tan" Huai Chen: Don't be shocked by the humiliation, and watch the flowers bloom and fall in the court. Go and stay unintentionally, and watch the clouds roll outside the sky.

Du Qiuniang's "Golden Clothes": Persuade the gentleman not to cherish the golden threaded clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth. The flowers can be folded straight and must be folded, and there is no flower base to break the branches.

Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Mansion Spring": Life is a lover, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

Li Bai's "Autumn Wind Words": Sauvignon Blanc is long and remembrance, and Sauvignon Blanc is infinite. I knew it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning.

Su Shi's "Looking at the South of the River": Hugh thinks about the old people and the old country, and will try new tea with new fire, and take advantage of the poetry and wine.

The poems I remember the most are Cao Zhi's "Seven Steps Poem" and Zhuo Wenjun's "Poem of Resentment".

Seven steps poem" Cao Zhi boiled beans and burned beans, and the beans wept in the kettle.

It is born from the same root, so why is it too anxious to fry each other.

Cao Zhi's five-character poem "Seven Steps Poem", written when I was seven years old, made a very deep impression on me, not because I liked it, but because when I was in elementary school, some of my classmates, including my tablemates, were very unkind to me.

Since I had never been to kindergarten, I couldn't keep up with them in the first and second grades, so the teacher specially arranged for the class leader to be my tablemate, hoping that he could lead me, but he and some of his classmates looked down on me at all, laughed at me, and bullied me.

Later, in the third and fourth grades, I slowly caught up through hard study, but they still didn't change, and even accidentally got a ranking to doubt me, this poem is the most suitable for them.

After Zhuo Wenjun parted for a while, the two places hung with each other.

It is only said that it is March and April, but who knows five or six years?

The lyre is played without intention, and the eight-line book cannot be passed on.

Nine links were broken from it, and the ten-mile long pavilion was ready to be pierced.

Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, all kinds of helplessness to resent.

I can't finish talking about thousands of words, I am bored, and I am close to the railing.

Chongjiu ascends to see the lonely goose, and the moon is full in mid-autumn in August.

In the middle of July, I burned incense with candles and asked the sky, and on the dog days of June, everyone shook my heart.

In May, the pomegranate is red like fire, and it encounters gusts of cold rain to water the flowers.

In April, the loquat is not yellow, and I want to be distracted by the mirror.

Suddenly, the peach blossoms in March turn with the water.

Drifting, the kite string broke in February.

Oh, Lang Ya Lang, I wish I would be a man for the next life, you will be a woman and I will be a man.

Zhuo Wenjun's "Poem of Resentment" is full of resentment, how can I like such a poem? I'm bitter enough, I don't rub salt on my wounds, but this poem is very impressive to me.

When I was a child, because I didn't go to kindergarten, my first and second grades were very poor, I couldn't keep up with my efforts, the school was far away, I had to walk for an hour when I went, and I had to walk for an hour when I returned, and I had four hours less study time every day, and sometimes I couldn't even finish my homework.

When I was in the third grade, I moved house, and it only took me 10 minutes to go to school, so I felt so close that I could go to school at any time.

When the school was about to start, the neighbor moved in with a big brother who was ready to go to secondary school, and it happened that he had the same surname as me, and he really regarded me as his own sister, and he pulled my studies up. There were a lot of books in his room, textbooks, reference books, magazines, newspapers, and notebooks, and I went to his books or notebooks from time to time, and this poem was copied from his notebook, so I was very impressed. He didn't scold me no matter how I turned over his things, I felt that I was not so good, and he also said, "We are our own people, and if you have any questions you don't understand, feel free to find me", which is really heartwarming.

The ancient poem is: If the young man does not work hard, the old man will be sad. Because this poem tells us to cherish time, it makes a great impression on me.

The most impressive is probably the simplest, and everyone is familiar with Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts". The poems have been passed down through the ages, and the poems are simple and easy to understand, but they express the author's strong homesickness.

On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil, who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard work. Because this is an ancient poem that I have memorized since I was a child, I told me to be diligent and thrifty and cherish food.

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring. Because this poem is unusual, praising autumn and showing the poet's expansive feelings.

When it comes to poetry, everyone will definitely be familiar with it, primary school has begun to come into contact with poetry, such as Luo Bingwang's "Song of the Goose", Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts", Li Shen's "Compassion for Nong", etc., composing poetry is difficult for us ordinary people, but when we read poems or memorize poems, there will always be one or two poems in our minds. So what poems have you read that you will remember for a lifetime, and why? "Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation", "the sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep" and so on.

Jiangchengzi Yimao Dream on the Twentieth Day of the First Month is a mourning poem by Su Shi, which was written by Su Shi in mourning his original wife Wang Fu. The first time I read this poem, I read "Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable." Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation", after reading it, I was deeply attracted by it, moved by the story it expressed, and I can already imagine the scene in the poem, one person and one grave, one in and one outside, I don't know how to confide in each other, I can only "look at each other without words, only a thousand tears".

The whole poem expresses the poet's endless sorrow, and the reading brings tears to people's eyes. <>

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep", I feel that I am in the vast prairie, surrounded by green meadows and all kinds of unknown flowers, flocks of sheep, cattle and horses, and the shepherd is waving a whip in his hand and chasing. It is difficult for people in the southwest region to see such a scene, except for mountains in front of them. The folk song of the Northern Dynasties "Song of Eile" depicts the blue of the sky and the vastness of the grassland, and the oncoming wind seems to carry the fragrance of grass, which is desirable.

Many people may like poetry, and the reason why they like to read poetry is that poetry can give people infinite reverie, and they may also like the life, experience, love, friendship, etc. written by the poet, whether it is frustrated or proud, it can give people a different feeling and enjoyment in the poet's pen. What are your favorite verses?

If life is only as it first seems. When I was a child, I was addicted to romance**, and basically every book** would mention this sentence, and I thought this sentence was particularly vulgar at the time. It was only when I grew up that I slowly understood what he meant.

I have read the poems that I will remember for a lifetime: "Ten years of life and death, two vast, do not think, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation" After reading this poem, I was deeply attracted by it, A person is a lonely grave, one is inside and one is outside, I don't know how to tell my heart, expressing the poet's sorrow and grief.

The verses that will keep me in mind for the rest of my life are: You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people who watch the scenery look at you from upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

Because it expresses everyone's youthful longing. Everyone has a dream person, but they don't know that they have already become someone else's dream.

The "worries and worries of the world first, and the joy and joy of the world after the world" in "The Story of Yueyang Tower" made me remember it for a lifetime, benefited a lot, and never forgot it.

Mo Dao is not ecstatic, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Only those who have experienced love and the pain of lovesickness can truly appreciate the meaning of this poem, and the longing for their lover is the most devastating.