Ask for a poem of resentment, a verse about the secluded

Grievances. Li bai.

The beauty rolls the beaded curtain, sits deeply and frowns with moth eyebrows.

But when I saw the tears wet, I didn't know who I hated.

This is a poem about the grievances of abandoned women. If it has some sustenance, it is not unavoidable. The poem uses concise language to portray the resentment of the lady.

Focus on the word "resentment". "Resentment" and waiting, "resentment" and frowning, "resentment" and crying, "resentment" and hatred, deepening the theme layer by layer. As for who to blame?

Hate whom?The author has laid an infinite open space, and the poet can explain himself.

Tang Dufu.

There are beautiful women in the five ancient generations, living in the empty valley.

Since the Yunliang family, scattered by the grass and trees.

Guanzhong was defeated in the past, and his brother was killed.

No matter how high the official is, he must not accept the flesh and bones.

The evil of the world declines, and everything turns with the candle.

The husband is light and thin, and the newcomer is like jade.

When the dusk is still known, the mandarin duck does not sleep alone.

But when I saw the new man laughing, I heard the old man crying.

The water in the mountain spring is clear, and the water in the mountain spring is turbid.

The maid sells the beads back, and the thatched hut is repaired.

Defloration does not insert hair, and the cypress picking is moving.

The weather is cold and the green sleeves are thin, and the sunset leans on the bamboo.

Grievances. Li bai.

The beauty rolls the beaded curtain, sits deeply and frowns with moth eyebrows.

But when I saw the tears wet, I didn't know who I hated.

Quiet idiom :

Subtle and secluded, gloomy and secluded

The prisoner was humiliated, the letter was quiet, and the cheating was buried.

Staring down at the ant Qiao into the secluded

Tell the romance, pull out the ugliness,

Looking for the secluded and exploring, Zhang Huang is secluded

Subtle and subtle, poor and very subtle

Dense and secluded, no secluded candles

Hidden and depressed, hollow valley and orchid

The wind of the ghost, hanging the ancient to find the secluded

Looking for secluded visits, caves and candles

Quiet and bright forever, smiling and smiling

Winding paths lead to secluded, secluded dwelling

Through the ghost cave spirit, looking for the subtlety

Clear sound and quiet rhyme, elegant and elegant

With salt and seclusion, the mystery of the explanation of the late secluded,

Out of the elevated seclusion.

Li Qingzhao nodded his lips.

Lonely and deep, soft intestines are sorrowful. Cherish the spring and spring, and what time will it rain flowers.

Leaning all over the bar, but no emotion!Where are the people?Even the sky is declining, and the way back is cut off.

Drunken flowers, clouds, clouds, eternal day, Rui brain gold beast. The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

A cut of plum red lotus fragrance remnants of jade in autumn. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building.

The flowers float and the water flows freely. One lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

Su Shi "Jiangchengzi".

I remember a dream on the twentieth day of the first month of the first month.

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 pine gang.

The mountains are high, and the moonrise is small.

The moon is small, and he is bright.

I am thinking about the long way, and I don't see it for a day.

My heart is quiet.

Don't complain about Hu Bingyan.

Don't complain that God is unfair, in fact, you are lazy.

Dosken hopes for life, and happiness and wealth will be abundant.