1, the vast land is broken with one sword. Where is the prosperity?
2. When Long song was crying, for those unfulfilled promises and the deepest love in her life, she finally dispersed into clouds.
3, if you win, you lose, and the time is long. There is wine today, and I will be drunk tomorrow.
4. Fenghua refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
5. The Phoenix once played here, so that this place is named after them. I couldn't keep the appointment and waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried.
6. Han Xiao is vast, holding prosperity and sadness, frowning, and doomed to become a thing of the past.
7. At the beginning of the world of mortals, mountains and rivers are boundless. Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled.
8, the world of mortals, flashy life is fleeting.
9, you can also quietly drink tea and crush this scene, bustling fireworks.
10, several times lamenting the joys and sorrows of generations, ridiculous life is not up to me.
2. What are the ancient poems that express the pain of losing your father? In the 68 years of "Seven Laws Feeling Father", the pains are sweet and the dragons and snakes dance together.
Idle books should have a lifelong dream, and piccolo can't blow the dust for half a lifetime. Who grows plum trees in the West Garden? In exchange for watching the flowing clouds at dusk.
The pen and ink on the desk is still the same today, and there are two pounds hanging in front of the wine door. "I miss my father at night on the summer solstice in the year of B .. On the solstice of summer, my relatives left, and the sad rain made a sad voice.
Where can I find nectar when I have a jade plate in my hand? Cold nights make people sleepless and toss and turn. Touch the piano and show kindness, listen to the bell and Philip Burkart.
Looking at the stars is like seeing your father, accompanying you. There used to be flowers, playing with each other and talking to children.
I don't want to go back to my knees. I hate the weather. "Jiang Yongfu" is a lonely goose floating in the south, and the clouds are stirring. Why not? After several storms, I saw the sunset several times.
Old people sit around and talk about vicissitudes of life. They often look to the north and think of Huaiyang. I didn't expect the evening scenery to fade away, and if the country didn't support it, the disease would hurt.
Rebels leave home, where to tell their hearts? During the longest day of the year, people are dying and the rain is crazy. Judging from Guo Guo in the pre-Qin period, I am Guo Guo and I am a bandit.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. I am a loser, but I am a thief.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. It is a pity that the bottle is used up.
It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach.
The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic! Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing.
I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone! The ancients had a farewell poem: However, China has our friendship, Heaven is our neighbor, and Ren of Wang Bo is our friend. Why should the flesh and blood be close? China Yuefu's elegant ballads, the turtle should sing, and the rabbit dies and grieves. Tomorrow, Yi Hengyu will be full of guests and a bottle of drunkenness. Welcome a wedding thousands of miles away. -Wang Bo's "Autumn Hongfu Wang Tengting Farewell Preface" People of all ages, making friends and making peace, must first be in the same tone. -Du Fu's "Walking Home", birds are singing in Chai Men, and tourists are thousands of miles away. -Du Fu's "Three Songs of Qiang Village" often makes friends, but Germany calls itself a neighbor. -Tang Zuyong's Thoughts on Qingming Banquet. After reading half a hundred books, I didn't send out a line. -Du Fu's "Send Jen's for Three Years and Fifteen Years in High School" is intimate and reminds me again. -Bai Juyi's "Two Wounded Tangqu Songs" The moon is bright for three nights, and Qingyang should have two springs. -Bai Juyi "If you want to be close to Yuan Ba Bu, you must have literary talent first" is a gentleman's taboo, so you should choose to make friends as a teacher. Jia Dao's "Sending Flexion and Stretching" contains little gold and is not profound enough. -Zhang Wei said that Mochow had no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world knew a gentleman. (Gao Shi: Bie Dongda) The Peach Blossom Lake has three thousands of feet, so why don't you give it to me from Wang Lun? (Li Bai: For Wang Lun) Sailing alone in the sky, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. (Li Bai: Farewell Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou).
3. Sentences expressing sadness in ancient Chinese, or sentences expressing sadness and helplessness in ancient poetry, will only make you sleepless all night. A lifelong worry in your brow-a sad work of remembering your dead wife.
The partridge of Yan in Northern Song Dynasty
The first time I met you, in the crisp cup where I met you for the first time, it was so gentle, beautiful and affectionate that my face flushed when I took a sip.
We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.
Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times.
There is a silver jar left tonight, and meeting is even a dream.
Walking on the sand, the fog lost the tower.
Qin Guan in Northern Song Dynasty
The fog is gone, the moon is gone, and Taoyuan is nowhere to be found.
The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun.
Plum blossoms are sent by mail, and fish live long. This hatred has no weight.
Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he go to Xiaoxiang for?
4. Painful sentences or classical Chinese culture are deep sadness and hidden lament, and more are told in silence than in voice.
Second, tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Third, I am worried about leaving my hometown to go to the Chinese. -Zhu Dunru "picking mulberry seeds? Penglangji
Fourth, the postal kiosk is empty, listening to the sound of the eaves, and I am sleepy. -Zhou Bangyan "big building? Yuediao spring rain
Five, the sunset grass boundless, will be a legacy of the ages. -Liu Yong's Twin? The later days are bleak.
Six, speechless, idle Qin Zheng, tears full of jagged geese. -Lv Wei old "give her fickle fate? Brothel Spring Festival Gala
Seven, flying in the rain tears, but can't blow away, in a dilemma. -Chen Zilong Tang Duoling? cold drink and snack
Eight, the cloth is endless, and there are many elements. -Wang Shouren's "The Second Rhyme of Lu Yuanri"
Nine, Chu Jiang Mae, Hunan and Hubei at first sight, speechless tears. -Be careful "Embroidering lovers' flowers?" Send daffodils
If you have sung the praise of the dawn, please embrace the night.
The mountains were desolate and silent for twenty-three years.
Please help me, "You are not born, I am not old".
You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early. You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.
Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day. I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old.
I am far away from you, and you are far away from me. I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old.
Become a butterfly, look for flowers every night and live in the grass. Li Chi Ngai I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and Jun lives at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred.
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. The Book of Songs? Hurricane? Beating gongs and drums, using troops enthusiastically.
Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone. From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty.
No, I'm going home. I'm worried. Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it.
"Evil" is evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you! "Go on, go on, go on, go on, get out of your life."
Since then, you and I have traveled thousands of miles, I am in heaven, and you are in heaven. It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and it will be safe.
North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch. The longer they are apart, the wider they become and the thinner they become.
Wandering clouds cover the sun, and wanderers are reluctant to return in foreign countries. Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end.
There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold. "Queqiao Fairy" Qin Guan is delicate and smart, flying stars spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese are dark.
When the golden wind meets the dew, it will win, but there are countless people in the world. Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge! It's been a long time, and it's still there, day and night In Qiu Yan's Ci, Yuan Haowen asks what the world is like and teaches people life and death.
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times. Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.
You should have a saying, Wan Li's cloud, Qian Shan's snow, only to whom. Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.
What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots. The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.
For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan. "Jiangchengzi" Su Shi lived and died for ten years, never forgetting.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. "Self-Thinking" Yuan Zhen was once a sea of water, and it will always be amber.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. "Dead Hua Lian" Liu Yong leans on a dangerous building, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.
In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent. I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. Fan Chengda's car is far away. I wish I were like a star, like a moon, shining every night.
Shen Yan, a acacia fish from Shulun, A Dai, traveled all over the world. He believed in human separation. Liu Yongyu held Ling Lin's hand and looked at her with tears, but she was speechless and choked up.
Yuan Zhen sent out three sad songs, which is the sorrow that all mankind must know, but not as well as those who used to be poor together. Gu Zhen's confession is for my heart and yours. I will know each other and remember each other deeply.
Jiangling, Yu, I miss you urgently, and my heart is like Xijiang River, which flows eastward day and night. Li Shangyin's untitled six poems, six immortals, and even this bright flame of love, are there only ashes? .
Wan Le's lovesickness is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far away as the sky. Bai Juyi hated the waves as bad as the tides, and Acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep.
Wen added a new voice: Yang Liuzhi linglong dice Anhoudou, do you know how much you miss it? Shao Ruipeng's recent love affair made him smile. After all, lovesickness is better than meeting. When Yan Shuyu's family is poor in a corner, there is only endless acacia.
Cao Xueqin's lifelong mistake is a good marriage. I only saw the alliance between wood and stone. Facing the sky, the nobles in the mountains are crystal clear with snow; I will never forget the lonely forest in the world.
People in Yulouchun, Zhou Bangyan, entered the river like the wind, feeling like rain and sticking to the ground. Cao Xueqin's red bean words are endless, red beans are full of tears and spring flowers are full of paintings.
Ouyang Xiu's two poems, one of which asked for flowers in tears, flew over the swing in confusion. Feng Xiaoqing feels sorry for himself. You must pity me and you.
Zhu Yizun fell in love with the idea of a high balcony. Looking at the long beach, the grass is full of heart.
It's hard to find two places when you are sad to sing. If you ask He Zhu Hengtang Road, how much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain.
Zhang Mi's affection is only in spring, so it's a pity to leave people behind. Liu Yuxi's "Four Poems on Bamboo Branches", the second one is that bonuses are easy to decline like Lang Yi, and water is infinite like sorrow.
Yan Shu Shantingliu: If the giver has a bosom friend, he will not hesitate to sing Yangchun. Fan Zhongyan covered the bright moon building with a curtain and rested alone. Wine entered his heart and turned into homesick tears.
Since you came out, Chen Shu has missed you like a candle, frying your heart with tears. Su Wu became husband and wife when he came back from birth, and became Sauvignon Blanc when he died.
Sister Chen Peng sent two other sentences and half a piece of paper, which is not heavy, so I can bear the burden of leaving sadness. Zhu Yizun, the best concubine in Yuanyang Lake, looks like Xu Shan in her eyes, but Lang has no intention of being like a stone Buddha.
Wei Zhuang's two top female scholars, one of whom has no idea of the soul, have a dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows?
Nineteen Ancient Poems, an anonymous collection of Lotus by the River, left home with one heart and died of anxiety. On the night of Qin Guan 86, there is a quiet dream, and the spring breeze is ten miles tender.
Yan Zhetian has three songs, one after another, remember to meet each other, and several souls dream with you. Liu Yongling has been sentimental since ancient times.
What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. Yan Shu Yu Lou Chun is heartless, not affectionate or bitter, and an inch is still inseparable.
Yuan Zhen sent three sad songs, the third one will open his eyes all night, the brow of lifelong trouble. Wei Zhuang should never say goodbye to a half-year-old book and never leave his intestines.
Lu Tong thought about it all night and suddenly went to the window, suspecting that it was Jun. Qu Zhiyuan, Lu Tong's daughter, felt your love. Looking back, it makes my tears long.
Yan's three prime ministers think of songs, and the second one is wordless, so don't waste your tears on tidbits. Ouyang Xiu's trip to Shanghai is far from sorrow and boundless, and the distance is like spring water.
Xin Qiji, like a partridge, teaches us that we can't live without hatred. He doesn't believe that there are hoary heads in the world. Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions opened the HarmonyOS system. Who is the lover? It's all about romance.
Yan Shu-que stepped on the bright moon and didn't know how to leave her sorrow and hate her bitterness. She looked sideways until dawn to wear Zhu Hu. Bai Juyi's everlasting regret song, she sent him a word through his messenger to remind him of the oath that only their two hearts know.
Chen Duansheng's tears can be traced at last, but it's hard to send them without words. Su's clever poems also shed a bowl of heartless tears, and he wished he could not meet before shaving.
Wen's "Four Southern Poems", the second one is two people who miss each other all day.