Please give me some advice, hello, please help me comment on my poems

I basically understand the hardships of a wanderer's unremitting efforts.

It can be seen that you have a sense of poetry, but your writing skills still need to be honed.

The mood of the whole scene is fully explained, but the language is not smooth. It is recommended that you express it in the language of modern poetry, and perhaps you can express your meaning more smoothly.

Try it out, I hope you like it.

Floating in the empty and sad wandering heart, it is difficult to support firewood, rice and silver.

Jiashan is easy to return to the zhi is not cold, and the independent river boat is full of wind.

It's uncomfortable to float outside, and the meager strength makes it hard.

It is easy to return to the hometown and difficult to receive, standing alone on the boat.

Drifting away from home for a few autumns, the heavy reward is slight.

Although the former residence is close to the faceless, one person is on the lake independently. (Continent: refers to the land in the water, the boat is on a small island, there is no artistic conception, and it does not reflect the sadness in the flow.) ）

Drifting in a foreign land and stepping into autumn, when will it be difficult to make ends meet?

The hometown is easy to return to the unwilling, and he still lives alone on the boat.

Are you doing limericks?

It's similar to my situation.

Pay attention to the rhyme, as well as the text vernacular.

Drifting away from the countryside to practice the waves, scattering all the strength to shake the hills and mountains.

The road owes the clothes to the door, and the people stand on the bow of the boat and sigh at the sea and the sky.

It seems a bit unrhymed. I'm going to change it.

Drifting like a leaf hesitating, the whole body is powerless to drop out of work.

The hometown is easy to return to uncertainties, and come to watch the sunset in the evening.

Bodhi is not a tree, and the mirror is not a platform.

There was nothing to stir up dust.

The author forgot something.

A few people upstairs are right, it was mentioned in Dream of Red Mansions.

It is a poem that Hui can change.

Shu monks hugged the green Qi and went west to Emei Peak.

Wave your hand for me, like listening to ten thousand songs.

The guest heart washes the flowing water, and the rest rings into the frost bell.

I don't feel that the blue mountains are twilight, and the autumn clouds are dark.

Brief analysis: "Luqi" was originally the name of the piano, and Sima Xiangru in the Han Dynasty had a piano, named Luqi, which was used here to refer to the precious piano.

The first two sentences write this ** family in a very grand manner, expressing the poet's admiration for him. "Waving" is the action of playing the piano. Ji Kang "Qin Fu":

Boya waved his hand, and the bell listened. The sentence "Washing water with a guest heart" alludes to the allusion of "high mountains and flowing water" (see "Liezi Tangwen"); The phrase "Frost Bell" is also used, and "Frost Bell" comes out of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas, The Classic of Zhongshan": "Fengshan ......."There are nine bells, which are known frost sounds.

Guo Pu's note: "When the frost falls, the bell rings, so the words are known." The word "frost clock" points to the season, and corresponds to the "autumn clouds and dark times" below.

"The bell rings into the frost" means that after the end of the **, the aftermath lingers for a long time, blending with the sound of the temple bell at dusk.

In "Liezi Tangwen", there is a saying that "the aftersound is lingering, and it is endless for three days", and Su Shi used "the aftersound is lingering, endless like a wisp" in "Former Chibi Fu" to describe the aftersound of the dong flute.

The characteristics of Li Bai's poem are that it focuses on the feelings when listening to the piano, and the emotional exchange between the player and the listener.

A touch of joy, a touch of sadness, a little bit of loss, a little hope, from the poem you can read the author's slightly contradictory thoughts, like a ripening fruit, this is a growth experience.

On the whole, the meaning is okay, but some words seem to be not very appropriate: for example, "cool breeze" breeze gives people a refreshing feeling, rather than coolness, the word "carry" is better to change a verb, and the later expectations can not be matched with coolness; In addition, the sunset, gray, moon, morning, the time span is not very clear, the moon - bright - gray - sunset, it seems a little chaotic.

Although I can understand the meaning of the poet, "If you are not here, who understands it?" "That kind of experience is only felt by myself, I am just talking about poetry, don't blame it for the inappropriateness: the morning of the twenty-fifth October.

The cool breeze brought anticipation.

The withered yellow leaves are pouring out this sorrow.

Gray sky.

It's as if you're seeing the sunset.

Heartless kiss the fragrance of wormwood.

The twice-wounded heart is open again.

I stretched out my arms in the breeze.

Riding the wind.

But it's endless melancholy.

It is said that the moon in October is too bright.

But the brightness became my gray.

Now gray should be the sunset.

But it appeared in the gloomy morning.

Time flies. I'll tell you how I feel, seriously:

Yes! Oh. Yes! Oh. Yes! Oh. To sum it up: what are you doing?