One of the most touching or beautiful poems

Meet and Greet] Li Yu.

Alone in the west building without a word, the moon is like a hook.

Lonely Wutong deep courtyard lock Qingqiu.

Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful.

Don't just have a general taste in mind.

A person is silent, alone on the west building, the moon on the horizon is like a hook, in this cold autumn night, the yard is deeply locked with sycamores, but also locked the loneliness. The thoughts in my heart, I want to cut off, but I can't reduce it, I want to sort it out, but it is more messy, such a sorrow of divorce and longing, but now it is a different taste in my heart.

Appreciation] This meeting should be written after the exile of the queen, in the case of a monarch who lost the country, the inner pain and melancholy are always with him, especially in the bleak autumn night. The author's first sentence, straight to the point, will be directly expressed in the emotion of going upstairs alone without words, the technique is similar to the poem, the second sentence hooks out the moon, with the image of the moon like a hook, trying to convey a lonely and unsatisfactory regretful artistic conception, tightly buckle the people who are alone in the west building, the moon is like a hook, and the people are alone; Weave a picture that is not bleak.

The third sentence uses loneliness to describe the situation in which you are located, and uses loneliness to dominate the whole emotion, the sycamore is also lonely, and the deep courtyard is also lonely, it is loneliness that locks the autumn, or the autumn locks the loneliness, just because the author's emotional eyes are all lonely. In terms of syntax, it simply makes use of the scene of the isolated deep courtyard of Wutong, which closely links loneliness and Qingqiu, and adds to the gloom of autumn and the loneliness of the author.

Cutting constantly, rational and chaotic, such emotions want to be put aside, but how can not be separated, want to sort out well, but more chaotic and disorderly, in the technique of the author uses the confrontational emotion, to express the ups and downs of the conflict in the heart, in the structure of the word to provoke waves, but also let the whole mood high. Let the reader dance with the mood.

Is it sorrow? Don't just have a general taste in mind. Such annoying emotions are because of the fermentation of sorrow, which is playing tricks on people, but now there are even more different feelings brewing in the heart.

The author ridiculed himself at the end, using a light tone, and gently said that everything was only because of sorrow, but behind this faintness, there was a deep sorrow of the author, in a helpless environment, under the torment of sorrow, the feeling of pain and tears, the latter only said in a chic and open-minded manner, and it was another taste in the heart, as for what kind of taste, the reader had to taste it slowly!!

Qin Guan Queqiao Immortal.

The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark.

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge.

If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

As follows: What is the love of the world, and the direct teaching of life and death promises. There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times.

Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children. Jun should have a saying, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow are buried, and only the shadow goes to whom. Hengfen Road, lonely when the drums, the smoke is still flat.

The soul is a little more groaning, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind. The sky is also jealous, and the warblers and swallows are all loess. Through the ages, in order to stay for the people, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu.

I was not born, and I was old. I was not born, and I was old. You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.

I was not born, and I was old. Hate is not born at the same time, day by day with the king. I was not born, and I was old.

I am far from the end of the world, and you are separated from my cape. I was not born, and I was old. Butterflies look for flowers, and perch on fragrant grass at night.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, 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.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. 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.

"Wangjiangnan, Transcendent Works".

Song Su Shi. Spring is not old, and the wind is thin and willow is oblique.

Try to see it on the transcendent stage, half a trench spring water and a city of flowers. Smoke and rain are dark.

After the cold food, the wine wakes up but sighs.

Hugh thinks about the old people and the old country, and will try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.

This poem starts from "spring is not old", which is not only about the season, but also about the spring breeze, spring willows, spring water, and spring flowers have not yet grown old, still full of spring and vitality, and at the same time, it is also aimed at their own boss and no success. In this sense, Su Dongpo is actually not really detached, this realm of plausibility is really the true embodiment of Su Dongpo's spiritual world.

The most beautiful poems are:

The Book of Poetry: Guan Ju

Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island.

My Fair Lady, Gentleman.

Jagged wattles, left and right flowing.

My Fair Lady, I covet it.

I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it.

Leisurely, tossing and turning.

Jagged wattles, picked left and right.

My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano.

Jagged wattle, left and right.

My Fair Lady, bells and drums.

"Xizhou Song" recalls the plum down to Xizhou, and folds the plum to send it to the north of the river.

The single shirt is apricot red, and the double sideburns are young color.

Where is Xizhou? Two-oars bridgehead crossing.

The twilight of the shrike flies, and the wind blows the black mortar tree.

Under the tree is in front of the door, and the door is dewed.

If you don't open the door, you will go out to pick red lotus.

Picking lotus in Nantang autumn, lotus over the head.

Bow your head and get lotus seeds, the lotus seeds are as clear as water.

In the sleeve of the lotus, the lotus heart is completely red.

Yi Lang Lang did not come, looking up at Feihong.

Hongfei is full of Xizhou, and Wanglang goes to the green building.

The height of the building is not visible, and the railing head is all day.

The railing is twelve curved, and the hanging hand is as bright as jade.

The roller shutter sky is high, and the sea water is green.

The sea dream is long, and I am also worried.

The south wind knows what I want, and blows dreams to Xizhou.