Poetry expressing hesitation

I have never seen the ancients before me, nor the newcomers after me. Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I feel sad but shed tears.?

Stop the cup and throw chopsticks. Unable to eat, he drew his sword and looked around at a loss.

If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb up to Taihang, where it is snowy and dark.

Where is Xiangguan at sunset? The Yanbo River makes people sad.

. If life is not satisfactory in this world, the Ming Dynasty will be ruined.

The young man did not know the feeling of sorrow, so he fell in love with the upper floors, and fell in love with the upper floors. In order to compose new words, he forced himself to talk about sorrow; now that he knows the taste of sorrow, he stopped talking about it. I wanted to give up, but I said it was a cool autumn.

Who is telling the truth on the road? Good friends are rare in the world. You should only stay lonely and cover the door of your hometown.

Now that I have died, I will be buried. I don’t know when I will be buried. Nowadays, people who bury flowers are laughing and laughing. Who will be buried in the future?

How can I write an article? The official retired due to old age and illness. What does fluttering look like? There is a sandy gull in the sky and the earth.

Since ancient times, sages and sages have all been lonely. Only drinkers leave their names.

, The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult! There are many divergent roads, where is peace now?

, The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is flying, and the life experience is ups and downs.

I originally set my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch.

If you think about yourself without any long-term strategy, you will return to the old forest. Poems about confusion and hesitation about the future

Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I climbed up to the tall building alone, looking to the end of the world.

The white bones of King Zhao linger in the creeping grass, who is more likely to sweep the golden platform?

The road is like the blue sky, I alone cannot reach it.

Don’t worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you.

People always make mistakes, and then they can change; trapped in the heart, balanced by considerations, and then act; marked by color, issued by sound, and then metaphor. If you enter, you will be unable to control the people at home, if you leave, you will be invincible to foreign patients, and the country will be permanently destroyed.

. One thought, thousands of rivers and mountains. Once a thought is extinguished, the world will change forever.