1. Poems about the earthly world

Poems about the earthly world 1. Poems and famous sayings about the beauty of moonlight or the earthly world

I will give you two sample essays, the second one It will be better:

I have reached the last line of reading the chapter of love

The rain is so fragile that it hurts but I don’t speak

The tears are dizzy and the care is blurred into one Sub-painting

——Nanquan’s mother “You Are Not Like Her”

I stood in front of my grandma’s grave, looking at the vicissitudes of face in the photo, and my eyes couldn’t help but moisten. The harsh winter wind blew across my face, and the biting coldness spread into my heart. I looked up at the sky. The moon had come out early, and the moonlight quietly shone on my grandma's tomb. I looked at the soft moonlight and couldn't help but be stunned. "It's time to go, otherwise it will be too late to go back." I nodded.

The car moved forward, and I looked out the window at the scenery rapidly moving backwards. At this time, the moonlight came against the wind, as if it was caressing my face gently. The familiar voice seemed to ring in my ears, "Shake, shake, shake to Grandma Bridge..." Grandma, are you looking at me? I became increasingly sleepy and slowly fell asleep leaning against the car window.

The waxing moon is scorching bright, I lie down and look at the many tidal waves.

The floating sea is vast, and I look for the shadows of flowers in the morning.

"Little sister, get up, we're at the terminal!" I opened my eyes drowsily and saw everyone in the bus getting off, so I quickly followed. The sky gradually darkened, and I looked at the unfamiliar environment around me, anxiously wondering where was this place? I looked at the station sign, and it turned out that I had slept past the station.

"On a night when the flowers are full and the moon is full, two hearts love each other and are happy. On this night when the flowers are full and the moon is full, lovers come in pairs."

——Inscription

Moonlight, Gently, gently, like a wisp of breeze squeezing in through the crack of the door; like a mother's hands caressing her child; like a veil on an angel's body. The surroundings were quiet and quiet, and I seemed to hear my own "pounding" heartbeat. There is no hustle and bustle of the world, no worldly worries, only my own tranquility.

The moonlight is soft, soft, like newly washed satin, like the dripping skin of a baby. At this time, the clear light falling from the high-rise buildings, the orange lights slipping out of the small windows, and the elegant moonlight formed a wonderful work. No wonder even the great poet Li Bai wanted to "raise a glass to the bright moon". The clear bright moon calmed the pain, fatigue and anger and made them fall asleep; the moonlight dissolved the hatred, desire and incomprehension and made them disappear. The moonlight made the arrogance of the successful and the inferiority of the loser at the same time. In a dream, it has a tolerant heart!

Ancient literati also had different views on the moon. "The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this moment", then regard the moon as a close friend.

I hope you will be satisfied!

2. Find some poems that see through the world

Tao Yuanming has many similar poems.

For example: "Come back and come back" Come back and come back, the fields will not return! Since the eyes and the heart are the servants of the body, are you ridiculed and melancholy and only sad? If you understand the past, you should not remonstrate, but if you know what is coming, you can pursue it. In fact, the lost path is not far away. I feel that what is now is but yesterday was not.

The boat is sailing far away, the wind is blowing and the clothes are blowing. I asked Zheng Husband about the way forward, and I hated the faintness of the morning light.

I looked at the house and ran away with joy. The servants welcome you, and the young children wait for the door.

The three paths are deserted, but the pines and chrysanthemums still remain. When I brought my child into the house, there was a bottle full of wine.

Introduce the cup and drink for yourself, and look at the court to enjoy yourself. Leaning against the south window to express your pride, it is easy to rest your knees when looking at your appearance.

The garden is full of sunlight, and although the gate is set up, it is always closed. The old man is encouraged to rest, his head straightened, and he looks far away.

The clouds come out of Xiu without intention, and the birds know when they are tired of flying. The scenery is blurry and the scenery is about to enter, caressing the lonely pine and wandering around.

Come back and come back, please pay attention and never travel again. The world is against my will, how can I ask for my words again? Love words to please relatives, music on the piano and writing to soothe worries.

The peasants told me that something would happen in the west in spring. Or a life-carrying carriage, or a solitary boat.

It is both graceful and graceful to find gullies, and also rugged to pass through Qiu. The trees are flourishing and the springs are beginning to trickle.

When I receive all kinds of good things, I feel grateful for the journey of my life. That’s it! How long will it take for Yu Xingyu to recover? Are you willing to stay or leave as you please? Why not, what else do you want to do? Wealth and honor are not my wish, and an imperial hometown cannot be expected.

If you have a good time, you can go alone, or you can plant a stick and work hard. Climb Donggao to soothe the whistle, and compose poems near the clear stream.

"Twenty Poems on Drinking" Part 1: The birds are lost in the roost, flying alone at dusk. Wandering without end, the sound turns sad every night.

The sharp sound reminds me of the clear distance, and I have to rely on it when I go and come; because it is a solitary pine, I gather my feathers and come back far away. There are no prosperous trees in the strong wind, but this shadow alone will not fade; the body has been supported, and it will not be violated for thousands of years.

Second, the house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses. I ask you, what can you do? The mind is far away from itself.

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain; the mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but if you want to distinguish yourself, you forget to say it.

Thirdly, there are thousands of ways to do things, but who knows what is wrong and what is right; what is right and what is wrong are nothing compared to each other, and they are the same as evil and are destroyed. After three seasons of this matter, Da Shi seems to be incompetent.

If you are foolish in the vulgar world, you should follow Huang Qi. Fourth, the autumn chrysanthemums have beautiful colors, and the dew touches their beauty.

I forget my worries and my worldly feelings are far away from me. Even though the cup is empty, the cup will fall over on its own.

The sun is moving among the flocks, and the returning birds are singing in the forest. Xiao Ao went down to Dongxuan and regained this life.

Chapter 5: Green pines are in the east garden, and all the grass has no appearance; the frost has killed the strange ones, and the tall branches are still visible. Even the people in the forest don't realize it. It's a wonder that a single tree has many people.

Carrying the pot and hanging the cold kettle, it will appear again when looking from afar. In the dream of my life, what is the matter? Sixth: When I heard the door being knocked open early in the morning, I turned over my clothes and opened it myself.

Ask for whom? Father Tian has a good idea. The pot of pulp is far away from the future, and I doubt that I will be good with the time.

"Under the thatched eaves, there is not enough for a high place to live. We are all the same in this life, and I hope you will gurgle the mud."

"I am deeply aware of what my father said, and my temperament is too small to be harmed. You can learn sincerely, but it is not obsessive if it goes against oneself! And if you like this drink, I can't go back!" The seventh guest often The same thing is true, but Miao is a different place.

A scholar is often drunk alone, and a husband is awake all year round. They still laugh at each other when they are awake and drunk, and neither of them understands what they say.

How stupid is it to be arrogant, and how beautiful is it to be arrogant. Send a message to the guest, and the candle will be held when the sun goes out.

The eighth young man has few people and affairs, and the best way to travel is in the Six Classics. If you walk without confusion, you will never succeed if you stay in trouble.

The poor house is exposed to the sad wind, and the weeds have no vestibule.

We keep watch all night long in brown clothes, but the rooster refuses to crow in the morning. Meng Gong is not here, so he always hides my feelings.

Nine orchids grow in the vestibule, waiting for the breeze. The breeze came suddenly, and I saw Xiao Aizhong farewell.

If you lose your way, you may be able to pass by any other road. When you wake up and remember it, all the birds will use up your good bow.

The tenth son said he was addicted to alcohol and his family was poor and had no choice but to do so. At that time, I relied on good people to carry out the mash and dispel my confusion.

The drinkers come and do everything, and the consultation is blocked. If you refuse to speak sometimes, you are not attacking the country.

A benevolent person uses his heart and never loses his silence. 11. An old friend appreciated my interest and came to meet me with a pot.

Ban Jing sat under the pine tree and drank several glasses of wine. He was already drunk again. The elders talk garbled words, and drink wine and drink inappropriately.

Don’t be aware of the existence of me, but know that things are precious. The long-awaited wine has a deep flavor! The twelve accumulated good deeds will be rewarded, and Uncle Yi is in Xishan.

If good and evil do not meet each other, why should we make empty words? Ninety lines with ropes, hunger and cold conditions at that time.

It’s not the Guqiong Festival, who will pass it on to all generations. The thirteenth Yan Sheng was called benevolent, and Rong Gong spoke the right way.

The years will last forever, and you will grow old if you are hungry. Although he left a name behind him, his life was withered.

How can you know anything after death? It is better to be content with your heart. The guest nourishes the body of a thousand pieces of gold, and the treasure will be dissipated in time.

Why is it evil to be buried naked? People should understand their intentions. Fourteenth: It has been a long time since Xi Nong left me, and the whole world has rarely returned to its true state.

The old man in Jijilu will fill the gaps to make him pure. Although the phoenix bird has not arrived, the rituals and music have been renewed for the time being.

Zhu Si dropped out and made a slight sound, drifting to catch Kuang Qin. What's the crime with poetry and books? They turn into dust in one day.

All the old men are sincere and diligent in their work. How could he be so unparalleled that he has no relatives among his six relatives? Driving around all day long without seeing anyone? If you don't drink quickly, you may be afraid of wearing a turban on your head.

But if you hate the many fallacies, you should forgive the intoxication. "Five Poems on Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Part 1: There is little rhyme suitable to the vulgar world, and one's nature is to love hills and mountains.

I fell into the dust net by mistake and was gone for thirteen years. The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss.

Open up the wilderness in the south, and return to the garden with a humble heart. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.

Elms and willows shade the back eaves, and peach and plum blossoms line the front of the hall. The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is still there.

Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow on top of mulberry trees. There is no dust in the courtyard, and there is plenty of space in the empty room.

After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature. Second, there are few people and things in the wild, and there are few martingales in the back streets.

The sun covers the thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust. At that time, in the midst of the ruins, people were walking around wearing grass.

When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long. The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad.

I am often afraid of frost coming, and the trees will be scattered like grass. Among the three kinds of beans, at the foot of the southern mountain, there are few bean seedlings in the grass.

In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.

It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true. On the fourth day, I went to the mountains and rivers for a long time and had fun in the wild woods.

Let’s take our children and nephews with us and walk in the deserted ruins. Wandering among the hills and mountains, people still live in the past.

There are remains of well stoves and decaying mulberry and bamboo trees. I would like to ask those who collect firewood, what are these people like? The salaryman said to me: "There will be no survivors after death."

"A lifetime is like a city in a different dynasty", this saying is true! Life seems to be an illusion, and it will eventually become nothing. Fifth, regret and hatred are returned alone, and the journey is rugged and meandering.

The mountain stream is clear and shallow, so I can wash my feet when I encounter it. I'm drinking new wine, and the two chickens bring me closer to the game.

When the sun enters the room, it is dark, and the thorn bushes replace the bright candles. The joy comes but the evening is short, it has returned to the sky.

3. Ancient sentences describing the prosperity of the world

The vast earth can be destroyed with a sword, but where will the prosperity and singing fall.

Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain. Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will be reincarnated for your smile.

I send you a song, no matter where you are at the end of the song. Who burns the smoke away and scatters the ties of vertical and horizontal.

Listen to the broken string and cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated.

If the flower falls on someone’s fingertips, it’s pity. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don’t know it.

Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The overthrown country is the homeland. Ling Ling refused to play, and her shadow was startling.

In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves that would captivate the city and the country. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die. The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows.

The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless. Like beautiful flowers, time flies like a fleeting time. We can't go back to the past, but we can't go back to the beginning.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely. This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.

It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun. Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking or forgetting, thousands of miles away in a solitary grave, with no place to express desolation.

Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea. Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time. Mountains and rivers are handed over, and I smile for you. A few moments of lamentation and joys and sorrows for several generations. It's ridiculous that my fate is determined by nature.

As time goes by, I dream back to the edge of the winding river, watching the fireworks bloom and the full moon.

The fog cleared, I woke up from the dream, and I finally saw the reality, which was the silence after thousands of sails had passed.

At the two ends of life, we stand on the shore of each other. The gatherings and separations are like water, carrying the world on our backs, just for a word, waiting for the next meeting. Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch from generation to generation; just like in my heart, you have never left or changed.

Just like that, the mountains and rivers will never meet again. If you don’t look back, why not forget.

Since there is no chance, why make an oath? Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace.

No matter what day or night, you are no longer a stranger. My heart is slightly moved, but my love is far away. Things are not the same, people are not the same, everything is different, and the past cannot be pursued.

Maybe it's the marriage in the previous life, maybe it's the fate in the next life. The mistake of meeting each other in this life only adds to a fruitless grudge. Year after year, one day after another, one autumn after another, one generation gathers and then partes, one is happy and the other is sad, lying on the same couch, looking for acquaintances in dreams throughout life, and they are together for a while We will get to know each other for a while, play for a while and sing for a while.

Always born in unexpected years. Looking back to the other side.

Even though the scene of discovery is long. There is a kind of forbearance that actually contains a kind of strength, and there is a kind of silence that is actually a shocking confession.

Just looking back at you makes me miss you. I raise my glass and get drunk alone. After drinking the snow, I feel confused and one year old.

Turning around, a wisp of cold fragrance is far away, the passing snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Will you save me in the next life? One flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit.

One song and one sigh, a lifetime for one person. The fate of the world is always like water, and tears are rarely needed. How can we spend a lifetime of love? Don't be sentimental, for love will hurt yourself.

Whoever accepts someone’s calamity becomes someone’s obsession. If you act wild, I will accompany you with wine in this life.

Who wakes up from the coma in this world? Spring silkworms spin out love threads in the air, twisting and pinching themselves. They always trick people into confusing them. What’s the use of persistence in a moment of prosperity? I try to go to the top of the mountain to see the bright moon, and I open my eyes to the world of mortals. I am pitiful that I am the person in my eyes. The thousands of strands of separation sorrow are constantly being cut, and the farewell thoughts are still confused and endless.

Ah! Just like the invisible green mountains, the green water flows endlessly! There is a desire to be a confidant, and the love is thousands of miles away, and the heart is moved; the feeling is just close, and the dream is lingering in the heart. It turns out that we have promised each other many times, but it seems like this has just passed away! The water is far away and the mountains are far away.

Love and knowledge are hard to give up, why don’t they fly away. The most beautiful thing is the endless gaze, as if we have met before in the past life. The meaning of throwing red beans in the air is long. Where are the people in the mountains and rivers? The tenderness of chivalrous bones always makes me sad.

People can never see through the mirror, but the smoke and clouds between my fingers. Thousands of years in the world are like my blink. The sky and the flying snow once had a one-night stand! ! Looking at the moon shape to protect each other, I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals. Most of all, I stare at the infinite meaning, as if I have met each other in the previous life~~~~~~~~ The meeting is the front edge, and the wind and rain are gone, drifting away. The vast world of illusion is boundless, and once you meet, you will never forget it.

Smiling when you meet the master, but if you don’t know him, what’s the problem? The tears are sour and the blood is salty, and I regret that my hands should be spicy and my mouth should be sweet. I only think that there is no sea of ??bitterness in the world. Gold and silver are white, but my eyes are red and my heart is black, but I don't know that there is a blue sky above my head. If life is just like the first time we met, what happened? The autumn wind is sad, the painting fan changes easily, but the heart of an old friend is easy to change, but the heart of an old friend is easy to change. Li Shan's words, after a clear night, half-tears, rain, and ringing, no regrets, how can I be so lucky? Thousands of miles.

Beautiful scenery and good weather, there is no sympathy for each other, no plan to pity each other! The beauty is far away, the lovesickness is painful, and the many thoughts are difficult to deal with. Ten years of love and a hundred years of love, I can't bear to miss you! How should I deal with the people in the world who slander me, bully me, humiliate me, laugh at me, belittle me, belittle me, scold me, or lie to me? You can only tolerate him, let him, let him go, avoid him, be patient with him, respect him, and ignore him. If you wait for a few more years, where will he go? Come Qianqian, the long waves are fluttering and the dreams are knotted, and the waves are wandering.

Look at its silk roots on the clear stream, swimming coldly and silently. Luan mirror, blue bird next to red wine, dying, gradually forgetting Su Su's slender fingers, not knowing how to think about it.

Don’t ask where the fallen flowers will go. They will hurt if they fall, but they will be cold if they stay. Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, drifts in the wind, dances in the rain, even if we practice in the same bed, in the end we will return to loess.

Who can complain about loneliness?

Even as a preface, it’s always an easy task.

I knew it would be difficult to fight, but I regretted not keeping him at that time. In addition to being charming and upright, he is also unique and connected to others. He can raise his eyebrows thousands of times without thinking about them for a day.

When I wake up from drunkenness in the afternoon, the pine windows and bamboo doors are filled with so much charm. Wild birds fly in, and it’s normal leisure again.

But I blame the white gull for looking at people and wanting to do it but not doing so. The old allies are all here, but the newcomers are here, why don't they say anything? Clouds rise from thousands of peaks, and sudden rains come and go in a blink of an eye.

How can the scenery create a picture when the sun sets over the trees further away? The green flag sells wine, and there is no human being on the other side of the mountain. As long as the scenery is bright, there will be nothing to do this summer. Both feet step on the waves of the world, and one shoulder carries all the sorrows of the past and present.

The number of articles in the world is Xiaoxiang. The number of articles in Xiaoxiang is my hometown. The number of articles in my hometown is my brother. I am changing the article for my brother. Zhangtai Liu, Zhangtai Liu, are they still green in the past? Even if the long strip seems to be hanging down like old, it should be broken by someone else's hand. I have so many talents in vain, and I have never opened my arms in my life. Where are the birds and the fallen flowers? The bamboos are dead and the tung trees are withered and the phoenixes are not coming.

A good horse has no owner, and the heart of an old friend is saddened by the death of its string. Jiuquan Mo sighs and is separated by three lights, and sends Wenxing into the night stage.

Life is a big dream. Autumn cools down the world several times, and maple leaves come at night.

4. What are the poems that describe seeing through the world of mortals?

1. "Ode to a Chaste Woman: A Letter to Master Li Sikong in Dongping"

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji

You know that I have a husband, so you give me a pair of pearls. Feeling your lingering love, tied in red lining. The concubine's house has high-rise buildings and gardens, and the beloved man is holding a halberd in the bright light.

I know that my heart is like the sun and the moon, and my husband's oath is as important as life and death. Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing she could not meet again when she was not married.

Translation:

You know that I already have a husband, but you still want to give me a pair of pearls. I am grateful in my heart for your lingering affection and tying the pearl on my red short shirt. The high-rise building in my house is connected to the royal garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd. Although I know that you are sincere and open-minded, I have vowed to fight with my husband through life and death. Returning your twin pearls brings tears to my eyes. I regret not meeting you before I got married.

2. "Yulou Chun·The Lord intends to tell the date of return;"

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

Swallowed. There is love and obsession in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

Don’t renovate the song of departure, one song can teach you how to be tight. You have to see all the flowers in Luocheng before you can see the spring breeze.

Translation:

The date of return is decided in front of the bottle, and the cup is full of heart and soul. When I want to say it, the beautiful woman is speechless and sheds tears, like the charming face in the spring breeze, she first swallows sadly. Ah, life is full of love, and love can reach the depths of infatuation. Don’t worry about this misery—the breeze above the building, the bright moon in the sky.

Before the farewell banquet, do not sing a new song or a clear song, which will already make people feel depressed. Ah, now I just need to see all the peonies in the city, and you and I will travel together, so that we will feel less sad and say goodbye to the returning spring breeze without regrets.

3. "Untitled·The rustling east wind and drizzle are coming"

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

The rustling east wind and drizzle are coming, and there is light thunder outside Furong Pond. The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.

The Jia family peeked behind the curtain of Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of Wei Wangcai. In the heart of spring, don't let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray!

Translation:

The east wind was blowing, and the drizzle was blowing in the wind. From the other side of the lotus pond, there was a sound of light thunder. There is a golden toad incense burner with a lock, and the incense smoke is lingering. It looks like a jade tiger's windlass, pulling the rope to draw water from the well. Lady Jia peeked at Han Shou through the curtain because she loved him for his youth and beauty. King Wei dreamed of Zhen leaving a pillow and wrote a poem comparing him to Concubine Mi. Oh, my heart will no longer sprout with the spring flowers; lest every inch of my lovesickness turn into ashes.

4. "Die Lian Hua·How Deep the Courtyard"

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

The courtyard is a bit deep, with willows piled with smoke and no curtains. Multiples. The jade carving saddle is at the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road.

It’s rainy and windy at the end of March, the door is blocked at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. Tears asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.

Translation:

The courtyard is deep, I don’t know how deep it is? Willows are falling, pieces of smoke are flying, and there are countless layers of curtains. The luxurious carriages and horses were parked at the place where the noble princes had fun. She climbed up the stairs and looked into the distance, but she couldn't see the road leading to Zhangtai.

Spring has come to an end, and the rain in March is accompanied by strong winds. No matter how heavy the door blocks the dusk scenery, it cannot retain the spring spirit. With tears in her eyes, Luo Hua asked Luo Hua if she knew my thoughts. Luo Hua remained silent and flew out of the swing bit by bit in confusion.

5. "Partridge Sky·Ode to Generations"

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

In the evening, the jackdaws are full of sorrow. The willow pond is fresh green but gentle. If you don’t have hatred in your eyes, you don’t believe that there are white heads in the world.

My intestines are broken and my tears are hard to hold back. Acacia returns to the Little Red Building. Love and knowledge have been blocked by mountains, and I often lean against the railings and cannot feel free.

Translation:

The jackdaws returning to their nests in the setting sun evokes sadness in me. Only the tender green shoots of the pond willow tree showed tenderness. If I hadn't personally experienced the torment of separation and separation, I wouldn't have believed that there are really people in this world who are sad and grow old.

My heart is broken, and my tears are hard to hold back. With a feeling of lovesickness, I once again boarded the Little Red Building. Even though he knew that there were countless mountains blocking the sky in the distance, he still couldn't help but lean on the railing and stare at it without stopping.

5. Poems about human feelings

1. "Lovesickness"

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Red beans are born in the southern country, and autumn comes. A few branches.

I advise you to pick more, this is the most lovesick thing.

2. "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou"

Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty

The city gate assists the three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke look out to Wujin.

I want to say goodbye to you, both are eunuchs.

There are close friends in the sea, and they are like neighbors in the world.

If you do nothing, you will go astray, and your children will be in trouble.

3. "The Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored.

I advise you to drink a glass of wine. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west.

4. "Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling"

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.

5. "Gift to Wang Lun"

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Li Bai was about to travel in a boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore.

The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me.

6. "Farewell to Dong Da"

Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are shining in the daytime, and the north wind is blowing wild geese and snow.

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

7. "Sheng Cha Zi"

Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty

On the night of Yuan Dynasty last year, the lights in the flower market were like daylight.

The moon is on the willow branches, and people meet after dusk.

On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same.

I can’t see the person from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are filled with tears.

8. "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

The emperor of Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country. He couldn't get it for many years.

There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.

It’s hard to give up on natural beauty, and once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king.

Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.

In the cold spring, bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat.

When the waiter lifted up the weakling, it was the beginning of a new grace.

The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night.

The spring night is short and the sun is rising, so the king will not go to court early from now on.

There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night.

There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love them all.

The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet.

Sisters and brothers are all from the earth, but they are poor and glorious.

This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but as girls.

From the heights of Li Palace, blue clouds can be seen, and fairy music can be heard everywhere.

Slow singing, slow dancing, and silk and bamboo condensation, the king is not satisfied with it.

The Yuyang Gong came with the instigation of the earth, shocking the song of colorful clothes and feathers.

Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses rode southwestward.

The green flowers wavered and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.

The Sixth Army had no choice but to turn around and die in front of the horse.

No one can collect the flowers and flowers on the ground, and scratch their heads with green and green gorse.

The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed.

The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion.

There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin.

The water of the Shu River is green and the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night.

Seeing the moon in the palace makes me sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rain at night.

The sky spins and the earth spins back to Long Yu, and he hesitates and cannot go.

In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yu Yan died.

The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes, and looked eastward to the capital to return home.

After returning, the ponds and gardens are all the same, with Taiye hibiscus and willows still growing.

Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this.

The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain.

There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away.

The disciples in Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e in Jiaofang is old.

The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been exhausted before they fall asleep.

The long night begins with bells and drums, and the stars are about to dawn.

The mandarin duck tiles are heavy with frost, and the emerald quilt is cold.

After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.

Linqiong Taoist priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity.

In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently.

Empty and control the energy, it rushes like lightning, ascending to the heaven and entering the earth to seek for everything.

The blue sky above and the yellow spring below are nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was in the void.

The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies.

There is a character in the book who is too real and has a snow-skinned and colorful appearance.

Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, and if you turn to Xiaoyu, you will be rewarded with double success.

Hearing about the emperor’s envoy from the Han family, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent was frightened.

Wandering around while holding clothes and pillows, beads and silver screens spread out.

The hair on the temples is half fresh and sleeping, and the flower crown is not neat when I come out of the hall.

The wind blows and the fairy's sleeves flutter, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers.

The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.

Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are blurry.

Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon grow long in Penglai Palace.

Turning back and looking down at the world, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen, dust and mist are visible.

Only the old things show deep affection, and the tin alloy hairpins are sent to the future.

Leave one strand of the hairpin to form a fan, break the gold hairpin into two halves.

But the heart of teaching is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.

I sent my farewell message again with sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other.

On July 7th, in the Palace of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.

In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on the earth, I wish to be a twig.

As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.

6. Verses that describe people seeing through the world of mortals and escaping into Buddhism

Poems that describe people seeing through the world of mortals and escaping into Buddhism:

1. Originally there was nothing, where is it? Stir up the dust! "Bodhi Verses" Tang Dynasty: Hui Neng

2. Where can I find a close friend in this world of mortals? The green shirt is wet! "Manjianghong - Xiaoli Jinghua" Qing Dynasty: Qiu Jin

3. I only have the bright moon when I wake up, and the breeze when I am drunk. "The moon is full and the heavy hills are separated from the world of mortals" Jin Dynasty: Yuan Haowen

4. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan Mountain.

"Drinking Part 5" Wei and Jin: Tao Yuanming

5. Life has no roots, floating like dust on the road. "Miscellaneous Poems" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

6. Only if you don't know lovesickness in your life can you love lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness. Xu Zaisi's "Order of Gui Gui"

7. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time. Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"

8. When people are sentimental, they become less sentimental, and now they are really not sentimental. "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi" by Nalan Xingde

9. The pupils are in the autumn water, the sword is the shooting star, and the poem is cut into bones and jade into gods. "Ziying-Mingguang"

10. Who said that there will be no regrets after farewell, and the sweet dreams will come back in the clear night of the cold moon. "Mengli-Li Ge"

11. Three thousand troubles are peeled off, and the green lamp in the cold temple is accompanied by the ancient Buddha. "A Dream of Red Mansions"

Extended information

The red dust originally refers to a prosperous and lively place.

The "dust" mentioned in Buddhism is translated from Sanskrit and means pollution, which means it can pollute the true nature of people. "Dust" is synonymous with "environment" and refers to all external things that are perceived and recognized. Buddhism believes that the worldly realm is manifested by one mind and is not a true objective reality. It is an illusory "appearance like an external environment". Later, the world of mortals was used to refer to the illusory world.

As the saying goes, "see through the world of mortals" means that you can see through the illusion and filth of the world, and you don't have enough nostalgia. Often used to describe optimism, freedom and ease.

Seeing through the world of mortals refers to having a thorough self-understanding of things in the world due to certain opportunities in the course of life. It is a process of breakthrough in self-thinking, and generally adopts the strategy of passive escape and behavior. In behavior, seeing through the mortal world is usually understood as letting go of the pursuit and persistence of desires such as money, power, fame, beauty, etc. after realizing that all things are empty.

It is useful to see through the world, adopt an attitude and behavior that is indifferent to things and things in life, and maintain one's inner peace, but its negative behavior is not conducive to the development of the country, society, and family and the assumption of personal responsibility. .

Reference material: Sogou Encyclopedia - Seeing through the world of mortals

7. Poems about seeking to return to the mountains and forests but not letting go of the world

How can a young man love the pines if he is not accustomed to the secular world? Want to stay in the dust net.

Qi Jiyuan traveled thousands of miles, and Chang Hong jumped nine levels into the sky.

I came back to learn how to drink Ji Zhongsan, and here I went to talk about poetry by Ruan Sizong.

The laughing jackal will not allow it, and the Zhu family is in trouble.

Note: Pengmeng: Pengmeng studied shooting at Yi and practiced Yi's way. He thought that only Yi in the world could heal himself and kill Yi.

Here it is used as a metaphor for an evil and shameless villain.

Bamboo branches

Retreat into seclusion

To make a living

Still white for half of my life

For the rest of my life, I studied and practiced Peng Zeling

Return to the mountain and become a poet

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The spring is long and the mountains are green, and the rain is misty. Mu Xin. Admiring the flying birds, they spread their wings, and proud of the sea, they enter the clouds.

8. Find some poems about looking down on everything in the world

I have specially studied the testimony of two representatives and representative works of looking down on politics in ancient times

Please refer to:

1. The wine shop in the down and out rivers and lakes, with a slender waist and light palms.

After ten years of dreaming about Yangzhou, he won the reputation of a brothel. (Du Mu Qianhuai)

2. On the gold list, I occasionally miss the lead.

How to pay tribute to the Ming Dynasty’s temporary benefactors?

If the attempt fails, the situation will change, and the struggle will not be wild.

Why discuss gains and losses?

A talented poet is naturally a prime minister in white clothes.

Fireworks in the alleys, a barrier of beautiful paintings according to the agreement.

Fortunately, I find the right person to look for.

Stay close to the red and green, and live a smooth life.

Youth lasts for a while.

Forbearance for the false reputation, instead of singing in a low voice! (Liu Yong Crane Towers into the Sky)