Poems about hating and getting old easily 1. Poems that hate the fleeting time.

1, timely encouragement, time waits for no one. -Tao Jin's "Yuan Ming Zashi"

We should encourage ourselves in our prime. Time goes by and waits for no one.

2, the years are accelerating, and it is cloudy here. Because of my love for Arashi, I have feelings for Kojiro, but even if I have deep feelings, I don't know if I can enjoy this beautiful scenery again in the future. -Tang Dynasty: Zhu Fang's "On Chikulinji"

Time flies in the world, but the misty beauty mostly stays near Qiankulin Temple, and has not dissipated because of the passage of time. Because I love this haze, I have feelings with Qiankulingji, but I don't know if I can enjoy this beautiful scenery again even if I have deep feelings in my heart.

3, teenagers work hard for life, don't be lazy about time. -Tang Dynasty: Du Xunhe's "The Book Hall of Fenjue Nephew".

What you do when you are young is a great event in your life. Don't relax your efforts in the face of the fleeting time.

4. Temple Lanting Jingu Road. Clear the frost overnight and dye all the trees by the lake. Nautilus cup is very deep. Don't complain He knew where to meet when they met. Ran Ran's time will not last long. After all, Zhu Yan in the mirror will slowly disappear. Remember a word from Ding Ningjun. Immortals must be made by idle people. -Song: Lu You's "Die Yu Lianhua Miao Lan Jin Ting Lu Gu"

Since ancient times, there is only one way to the Jade Palace and Lanting. A night's frost made the Woods by the lake look stained. Please don't say the glass is too deep. I don't know where to meet this time

Time flies, the beautiful years are hard to retain, and the young face in the mirror will soon grow old. There is only one sentence to remember: "Only idle people can become immortals."

5, a day is short, and a hundred years of suffering is easy to fill. The size of the sky and the length of the land cannot be robbed. -Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "Short Songs"

How short the days are! One hundred years have passed quickly. The sky is boundless, and the eternal world is really too long.

2. What are the poems about sadness and hatred?

Travel again and again

You walk, walk, walk all the time, thus separating your life from mine. 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.

Ballads of Tang dynasty

You gave birth to me before I was born. I was old when I gave birth to you.

You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. 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.

Su Shi in Jiangchengzi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. 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 tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

3. Poems describing young people who don't want to get old quickly

1, life can't be long and happy. Come on, young and old. one hundred

From: Tang Bai Juyi's Short Songs.

It is impossible to get long-term happiness in one's life. Youth always passes quickly, and old age will come soon.

2. Hua Rong spent the night at 0: 00, and Tize sat and donated.

If things are hard to stop, my life will be extended.

I'm dying, and suddenly I'm in geometry.

Said by: Wei Hezhen's Long Songs.

People's faces are fading every day, and people's physical strength and spirit are automatically consumed for no reason. Life is hard to stay, life is hard to prolong, and people living in this world are just fleeting things.

3, faint and dawn in the drums.

Time only makes people old.

Looking for a happy day.

Said by: Shu's The Fisherman's Pride.

In the beautiful and bright drum paintings, people don't know that the whole day has passed. Unlike the fleeting time, it will only make people grow old. You can enjoy a short happy time and discover the infinite beauty of the scenery in time.

4. Years ago, it was a former guest, and the moon was white and clear.

Worry fades, and time flies when you get old.

Said by: Song Ouyang Xiu, Picking Mulberry as a Guest Ten Years ago.

Ten years ago, I was a guest at a banquet and had a bright future. Now that friends have left one after another, sadness and illness make people rot. When I think of the past, I feel that time flies.

5, the floating life is still long, young, don't get drunk and laugh.

Said by: Shu's The Fisherman's Pride.

How can life stay young all the time? Laugh without regret.

4. Poems about resentment

Heroes in the world come from our generation. They have just entered the Jianghu and are urged by the years.

When you are talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life. Carrying a sword, riding a ghost rain, bones like mountains, birds flying.

The world is like a tide of people, just sighing for a few people in the Jianghu. Ten steps to kill without leaving a trace, the top gun is full of pride.

Laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield, and your hands will rejuvenate. Lightning and thunder can dance wildly, and gorgeous meteors are good and evil.

Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow. Flying to the west, you don't need the blank head of the vast sound and wind. Do not need a piece of grass, do not need a night of green rain, do not need a lonely city on all sides, do not need the calm and firm sound of a knife. A chivalrous man can't be found in a thousand years, and a game-writing protocol red leaf is drunk in the autumn wind. Listen to the wind and rain and overlook the rivers and lakes.

The rivers and lakes are full of waves, the moon shines, the sword sounds, the palm is soft and constant, the lights are alone on rainy nights, the stars are drunk, the sun rises, and after the rain, the autumn colors are lonely, the residual red is full, and the frost leaves are thick. Drunk, talking to himself, where is the old friend? Suddenly, I heard a goose chirping outside the aperture, and my voice was a little sad.

It's cold and fragrant at night, isn't it? Life is short and impermanent. Lying beside the ancient Buddha, you are lonely and sleepless. Where can I get autumn frost in the long night? 3000 tourists were drunk. Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them. When you wake up, you just sit in the flowers and get drunk, so you come to sleep under the flowers; Half-awake and half-drunk day after day, bloom flowers fall year after year.

I would rather die of old age than bow before horses and chariots; Cars, dust and horses are interesting, and hops are poor. If the poor are compared with the poor, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky; If you compare poverty to horses and chariots, he will have to drive away my leisure.

Others laugh that I am too crazy, and I laugh that others can't see through it; There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields. The wind turned into a sigh and he forgot the smoke in the water. Put a bowl of wine! Forget all the troubles in the Jianghu.

Spirit of life, three thousand moss, put it on the shelf! Stop, stop, stop, stop again, and your heart will calm down! A Meng Shan, half sad, things are different. What was the result? Where is the quenching in Wu Gou? This is a desolate city with a flowing pillow. This used to be the battlefield of the dragon, so cold! Autumn full of grass and frost.

If you think about it, you will grow old together. Don't change your youth easily. Hou Feng, how many heroes are just ruined! There are constant disputes between rivers and lakes, and it is difficult to find a confidant in life. How to resolve hostility with a smile? Hero, who is the hero? Want to go home, or Jianghu.

To solve your worries, think about it. Things are like a dream. You can smile and ride the wind. In Jianghu, you can ask for directions instead of asking for directions. No one in the world tells your life, and there are no words to reflect the soul of the sword in the quiet moon.

I want to calm my heart and chase my dreams. Lonely lights and rain are beating on my heart. Those who are capable work hard, but those who are wise are troubled; He who is incompetent wants nothing. They swim around with plenty of food. If they are not tied to the same boat, they are used to wandering in the rivers and lakes, and love and hate are always hard to stop.

Chivalrous tenderness buried the sea, Huashan firm but gentle swing cold autumn. The day is hanging in the sky, and the torrent bends to the mountain. How can I tell, through all these clouds? Know everything. If you keep drawing your sword, you only need to worry about your happiness. Take off your sword, laugh and forget your hatred. If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua. Everyone will work hard and never be satisfied, just as white-collar workers envy farmers a comfortable, harmonious and peaceful life.

Farmers envy the rights of senior officials, while Liu Kouhan envies the happiness of students, but the same students also envy Liu Kouhan's freedom. Things have changed, the moon and the breeze have long gone against Kang Ge's wishes, and Ye Ping was asked to fly a kite, and the iron sword flew a spear with blood spattered. Mortals don't look back.

There is no such thing as suffering. It is said that every swordsman should offer his sword, not a poet.

I thought I brought a sword to wander the Jianghu and swallowed Wan Li like a tiger. It has been raining for ten years now, and when I woke up, I sounded an empty string.

Mo Wen is crazy, and people with swords are lonely; Mo Wen hates it. It's raining, so she doesn't love it. Life is worth living, and death is nothing to regret.

Crazy songs and negative swords, watch me gallop across the mountains and rivers. Don't waste your time lamenting that the years are short, don't be young and sad, the world is cold, the sword is drunk and the snow is cold, and the screaming is rare.

Who sang that answer in the cold wind and rain was born in troubled times? Who wasted his life? Who is Yun Ge's idiot? Are you alone? I am an eternal game-writing a book, Dan Qing-the sword of the same color is hard to break the demon in my heart-who sings in the shadow of the Peach Blossom in the Milky Way, answers the sword of Meng Han rain, and laughs in the cool breeze of Yanhai, and I have lived several cycles, with bright lights and lonely dreams like madness. Love and hate are surging, and the past is like smoke. Who knows? How charming the mountains and rivers are, countless romantic rains have been knocked off, leaving only the deja vu road in the sunset.

Heroes in ancient times were all lonely. How many people can laugh in their dreams? When they wake up, the stars are pale and the sky is high. It's wonderful to have a good moon and a good night. Life and death are over, you can dance to your heart's content. The world of mortals is absurd and infatuated, and everything is boring and empty, but my heart is not disturbed in this life. I just want to change my life. Wake up, laugh at people and forget to sigh. It gets dark too early and unpredictable. Love and hate are forgotten. I just want to be happy until the old wind is cold and I don't want to escape The flowers are beautiful and don't want me to wander. The higher the sky, the smaller the heart. I don't ask how many people are drunk alone. I cry today and laugh tomorrow. I don't want happiness, my heart is spotless, the dust is like running water, and the clouds are like flowers without complaints. Butterflies fly lightly to watch the misty rain, while canoeing in the south of the Yangtze River is difficult to carry sorrow, so leave a little smile. May you be afraid of infatuation. Years hurried to recall the past in their dreams, and thoughts came to mind. The sunset of troubled sleep is gorgeous and short. Unfortunately, Bloom's face is full of vicissitudes. Looking at human feelings, autumn has gone, spring has come, time flies, lamenting that the world is long, love me or not, wandering all my life, thinking about drifting all over the world, pretending to be fake, really complaining that your dreams, heroes, beautiful women, and rivers and lakes are all fake feelings, true feelings, and when you are free, you are hateful and heartless. You can't forget this life. It's cruel to meet each other late. The distinction between the world of mortals, how deep, is doomed. Who will be ungrateful unless you lose? Don't even want to ask me if I'm open-minded. Leave it to the world to laugh and talk about those who are half cold and half hot, half drunk and half awake. How much love Qian Qian left for the world, don't ask if robbery is the fate of the world. Different sects of Shaolin and Wudang have different authentic Gankun secrets. Who knows the best in the world? Who dares to seal the second pulse of Ren Du and get through the northern leg of Nanquan? The Yangtze River is full of blood. This is a boy's job. Kunlun Peak, Dharma Cave, Qingcheng Palace, everyone in the world went for a case that disappeared without a trace. Qianshan stepped on a dead branch and shook hands with a thousand troops. Who wants to see a picture that cuts through the sky? Who is the hero of Sanfeng Huang Feihong? It's raining on the railing, it's raining It's raining, look up at the sky. It was burning and screaming. Very intense. Thirty fame, eight thousand miles of dust. Yunyue is too idle to understand. Young people's heads are empty and sad. Jingkang's shame is still not over. When did courtiers hate being caught driving a long car?

5. Poems describing people's ages.

Youth is fleeting, but the face is old.

1, people seem to love each other. Li Yuanying only inquired about the result of Li Yuanying's "a falling rope, a powder cloud in the sky is like a sweep"

2. Nian Hua Yi Lao Song Caoxun only inquired about Cao Xun's result, "Choosing Guan Zi's beautiful eyes is empty."

3. It is easy to break the soul in later years. Song only inquired about the results of Lu You's Work in the Boat.

Youth is fleeting, but years are old. A touch of sadness hit my heart.

The wind blows sorrow, but the rain blows sorrow.

Look up at the cold sky and revisit the old place in silence.

Remnant dreams haunt me, and yesterday's departure haunts me.

In the prime of life, it coincides with withering. Young and fun, but melt.

Lang Lang's book sound, like yesterday, is frightening.

Full of sadness, but blooming branches.

When we get together, we will be very happy, when we leave time, we will be very happy, and we will stay in tears for a long time.

If you get together, you will get together. If you worry, you will worry. If you don't, don't.

Worry, send bluebirds. To bid farewell to return, borrow and stay.

6. Poems about love, hate and sadness

The west wind is still shining, Han Jialing (Li Bai's Qin Yi E) is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the orchids are like towels.

Sitting alone also includes frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan"). The Chu people want to hear Yao's resentment. In the middle of the night in Xiaoxiang (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God"), the mountain temple looks for laurel seeds in the middle of the month, and the county pavilion looks at the tide on the pillow. When I revisit my old place (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"), I hate it when I think about it until I return.

In the Ming dynasty, people leaned against the building (Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc") wanted to be at dusk. When they are bored and leaning against the door alone (Bodhisattva Man in the text), they are all there. When they are heartbroken, Bai Bozhou (the text "Dream in the South of the Yangtze River") has not yet come home, and they will be heartbroken when they get home (Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man"). Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Four Brothers"). Don't cry. Talk a lot (Niu Xiji's "Raw Tea Son"), and you are still in love.

In retrospect, when I remembered the green silk dress, I felt sorry for the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's Tea Son) and made a thousand wishes in front of the pillow. I want to have a rest and wait for Lan Qingshan to let her husband come back early, but I am deeply interested in looking back at Li Qingyun. Heritage is a double emerald.

Ride an elephant, first carry people over the water (Li Xun's Nanxiangzi). He often gets sick and drinks before sunrise. It is sad to leave Zhu Yan thin in the mirror (how many tears there are in Feng Yansi's Magpie Tread, leaning on it (Jing Li's Spread Huanxisha). I don't have a taste in my heart (Li Yu's Night Cry). How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward (Li Yu's Young Beauty), you can't rely on the fence alone, and it is infinite. It's easy to see when it's difficult.

Spring water has come out, and the slave of heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha") is hard to come out, so you can be merciful. (Li Yu's Bodhisattva Man) After the lonely people in other places dispersed, I looked at the residual smoke in a daze.

The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering. Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi.

(Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy") For my heart and yours, I knew I remembered each other deeply (Gu Wei's "Confessions"). When does the green grass stop? Tears and sorrow have been broken first (Qian's "Yu Lou Chun"). Before, I was tired of perfume bottles. Today's fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness (Qian Yu Lou Chun). The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns homesick tears (Fan Zhongyan's Sumugai). Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice, and people grow thousands of miles (Fan Zhongyan's "Forbidden City" tears have not yet arrived.

The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. Everyone has come to this matter, and there is no intention to avoid it (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing"). When will Chunchun go back? Looking in the mirror at night hurts the scenery. In the later period of the past, there was no choice but to remember the flowers in the province (Zhang Xian's Fairy). As if I had met Yan and returned, the small garden incense trail wandered alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"). I don't know if the bright moon will stay, but I will wear Zhu Hu (Yan Shu's butterfly lovers) to send a marker ruler. The mountains are long and the water is wide, and I don't know where (Yan Shu's) is. "

Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night. (Song Qi's "Jade Home is Spring") March is coming.

It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian). The sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"), and tears are sprinkled on tourists. Unfortunately, spring (Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberries") is in a hurry.

This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. (Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha") First sent to the spring, and then sent to the monarch.

To catch up with spring in the south of the Yangtze River, you must stay in spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Operator"), and Swift Qi Fei (Yan's "Linjiang Xian"). If you are afraid of meeting each other, it will be like a dream (Yan's "Partridge Sky"). If you go to bed late, you will never forget it. Then you will be heartless and heartbroken (Yan's Nanxiangzi) and take care of each other silently, only a thousand lines of tears (Su Shi's Jiangchengzi). From a fine point of view, it is not a young flower, but a little tear (Su Shi's Water) that makes people lonely and refuses to live. Cold branches of solitary sandbar (Su Shi's "Bu Operator") are blown by small willow cotton, and there is no fragrant grass in the world (Su Shi's "Die Lian Hua"). A broken soul is nowhere to be found (Li Chi Ngai's Walking on the Sand). Considering that only dreams come and go, I am even more afraid. Jiang Du (Looking at Jiangdong by Huang Tingjian) is the most important. He has a crush on heartbroken (Mudd Duck by Chao Yuanli) and is always willing to go with him (Mudd Duck by Chao Yuanli). Thin ("Rain Ring" in Chao Yuanli) Meiying is thin, and the ice melts and the east wind changes years ("Looking at the Sea Tide" by Qin Guan). If the relationship lasts for a long time, why don't you get along with each other (Qin Guan's "Queqiao Xian") and hate you for a long time, then take a break (Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi"). There are tears on the sleeves (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan), and cardamom has old grievances. Ten-year dream is just a glimpse (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan). Clouds are light and the wind is light, and it rains in succession.

With laziness, Dongfeng tears (Wang Shen's Memories of Time Past) ruined his life, and only a few evenings passed (Zhao Lingzhi's Qing Ping Le). How much leisure is there? Yichuan smoke, full of wind, plum rain (He Zhu's "Jade Case") was originally planted on the grass, showing early, and the old building was new. Lying in an empty bed and listening to the rain in the south window, who picks up the lamp at night to mend clothes (He Zhu's "Partridge Sky") nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges.

Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I cried without words (Rain Bell by Liu Yong). Affection hurts parting since ancient times, not to mention the clear autumn festival (Rain Bell by Liu Yong) has passed, which should have been a good early scene in name only. Even if the amorous feelings last for thousands of minutes, who should I tell (Liu Yong's "Lin Yuling")? I should have known it myself (Liu Yong's "Youth Tour")?

I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong's Ding Feng) in the residual light of the grass, and no one would lean on the railing and be silent. (Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian") The belt is getting wider and wider, and it will not go out, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

(Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") The fragrance is not in the core, the fragrance is not in the calyx, and the fragrance is in the bone (Yan by Chao Buzhi).

7. Poetry describing people getting old

Poems describing people's old age include:

1, Liu Yuxi's "Appreciating Lotte and Singing the Old" in Tang Dynasty

Original text:

People who don't care about the old have compassion when they are old. The body is thin and the frequency is reduced, and the hair is thin and the crown is self-biased.

Waste books cherish eyes, and moxibustion is mostly for years. Classics are still familiar things, and people are like reading Sichuan.

It's lucky to think about it carefully, but it will succeed next time. Don't say Sang Yu is late, because it is still full of clouds.

Translation:

Who doesn't worry about being old, and who will show love to him when he is old? As the figure becomes thinner, the belt will become tighter and tighter, and the hat with sparse hair will lean to one side.

The reason why the book is put aside is to care for the eyes, because moxibustion is often used in the elderly and infirm. The more people who have experienced it, the more you can see it at a glance.

When you think about it, being old also has a good side. If you overcome the worry about old age, you will feel carefree and carefree. Don't say that it's nearly evening when the sun arrives in Sang Yu, and its afterglow can still shine all over the sky.

2. Shou Sui by Su Shi in Song Dynasty

Original text:

If you want to know how old you are, there are snakes going to the valley. The scale is half, who will cover it?

The situation wants to tie its tail, although it is diligent and helpless. The child was forced not to sleep and was very happy at night.

If you don't sing the morning chicken, you are more afraid of causing trouble. After sitting for a long time, the lights went down and I looked at the Big Dipper.

It will be gone next year, and my worries will be in vain. Try to do it tonight, and the teenager can still boast.

Translation:

You know, the age of parting is like a long snake swimming to the ravine. Half the scales are gone, who can stop the idea of leaving!

Besides, I want to tie its tail, although I know diligently that this is a helpless move. Children don't sleep at night, don't laugh, don't make trouble and struggle.

Morning chicken, please stop singing, it's even scarier to be urged. After sitting in the snuff for a long night, I fell down little by little. When I got up, I saw that the Big Dipper was lying on one side.

Is there no Chinese New Year next year? I'm afraid my mind will be the same again. Cherish this night, young people can boast.

3. In the Song Dynasty, Zhang's "Bodhisattva Crossing the River, Spring Come and Spring Go to Make People Old"

Original text:

Spring to spring makes people old, and old people are willing to lose their youth. Drunk teenagers are crazy, and white beard is harmless.

Flower arranging also dances and leads the scenery. Wine stays in spring, not teaching people to laugh.

Translation:

Spring comes and goes. Time flies and makes people old. How can I easily lose to young people? As wild as a teenager after being drunk, it doesn't matter if your beard is white.

Get up, dance wildly with flowers and enjoy the spring. Let's raise a glass to save spring, and don't let flowers laugh at people who don't know how to cherish spring.

4. Zhu Dunru's "Sweet Yulan Willow Waves Old" in Song Dynasty.

Original text:

Liu Lang is old. No matter the peach blossom still smiles. Listen to pipa. In the yard, I found Xie's family.

The end of the song is drunk. More like tears on Xunyang River. Wan. The country has broken mountains and rivers.

Translation:

Peach blossoms have not changed, but still bloom brilliantly; But my mood has changed. I am old. Under the control of this sad mood, I am bored and want to listen to the pipa. But unlike some senior officials in the Song Dynasty, geisha were not kept at home, so they had to go to the geisha deep courtyard to listen.

At the end of the song, people broke up, and their emotions were intoxicated. I couldn't extricate myself for a long time, which made me understand that Bai Juyi had hurt himself and fell into Xunyang River, but he was excited by his bosom friend. At present, the east wind in Wan Li is still there, the Central Plains has fallen, the mountains and rivers are broken, and half of them are shrouded in the afterglow of the sunset. Although there is still a hint of red, it is already sunset and dusk is approaching.

5. Bai Pu's "Qingpingle Zhu Yan Grow Old" in Yuan Dynasty.

Original text:

Zhu Yan is old. How much has her white hair increased? The spring breeze of peaches and plums has passed, leaving a residual photo of Sang Yu.

There is no dust in the south of the Yangtze River, so an old friend is idle. Love to kill castle peak, castle peak may not keep people.

Translation:

The face of youth is getting old, and how many white hairs have been added to the sideburns? Peach, plum and spring breeze have all passed, and only the afterglow of the sunset reflects the long shadow of Sang Yu.

I came to Jiangnan again, without a trace of fireworks, and felt like an elegant idle cloud. I miss this castle peak and don't want to leave, but it may not stay with those who appreciate it forever.

8. Ancient poems describing women getting old or getting old.

First, the fog is thick and the clouds are light and always sad, and the mind is refreshed and the golden beast disappears. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Interpretation of the vernacular: The mist swept away the worries until the borneol incense gradually burned out in the bronze incense burner carved with animal shapes during the day. The beautiful Double Ninth Festival is coming again. The white porcelain pillow and the bedstead covered with tulle have just been soaked by the cold in the middle of the night.

Drinking at dusk in Dongli, the fragrance of Huang Ju is floating on the sleeves. Don't be ecstatic, the bead curtain is rolled up by the west wind, and the young woman in the boudoir is thinner than the yellow flower.

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Li Qingzhao

Source: Drunken Flower Shade, Mist, Thick Clouds, Sorrow Forever

Second, everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only join Jiangnan to die. The spring water is greener than the sky, so tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.

Interpretation of vernacular: People who have been to Jiangnan say that the scenery in Jiangnan is infinitely beautiful, and those who travel far away from home just want to grow old with Jiangnan. In Jiangnan, the lake is bluer than the sky in spring. On rainy days, I lay on a beautiful boat and listened to the drizzle.

The girl selling wine by the fireside is like a bright moon, and her white wrist is like frost and snow. People wandering in the south of the Yangtze River can only return to their hometown when they are old. If they go back to their hometown, they will definitely break your heart.

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Wei Zhuang

Source: Bodhisattva Man, everyone says that Jiangnan is good.

Third, there are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent. Take care of the city first, then the country. It's best not to know the whole city and country? Beauty is hard to get again.

Interpretation of vernacular: the beauty of the north looks unparalleled in the world. Her quiet place is exquisite. As long as this beautiful woman looks at the foot soldiers guarding the city wall, she can make them throw away their weapons and the city wall falls. If she winks at people who visit the world again, the disaster of national subjugation and extinction will befall her!

It often brings people "the whole city" and "the whole country" disasters. Is such an example rare in history? This seems to be a warning to the monarch to remember the ancient lessons of the whole city and country and not to be mistaken by beautiful people. However, even cities and villages? Don't miss the chance to get a beautiful woman, after all, she comes once in a blue moon.

Dynasty: Han dynasty

Author: Li Yannian

Source: Song of Li Yannian.

Fourth, since beauty is respected throughout the empire, how can Shi stay at home humbly? . That night, a great lady was in a palace in the north. She was still crossing the river. One day humble, no different from others, the next day promoted, everyone praised her .. Inviter Fu Xiangfen, or arranged a silk robe on her shoulder .. The more the king loved her, the cuter she became, which made him lose his wisdom .. The girls who had washed silk beside her were left at a distance from her chariot ... None of the girls in her neighborhood could imitate her beauty.

Vernacular interpretation: Gorgeous beauty has always been valued by the world. How can beautiful beauty remain humble for a long time? The imperial court crossed the stream again, but later became the beloved princess in Wu Palace. Is there anything different when she is humble? Only when she was rich did she realize that her beauty was rare in the world. Fu Xiangfen, the inviter, never wears Luo's clothes herself.

The king's gesture of loving her is more charming. The king loves her and never cares about her right or wrong. The female companion who used to dance in Yuexi together can no longer ride back and forth with her. It's not easy to tell the blind neighbors to be kind, frown and try to please.

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Wang Wei

Source: Xi Shiyong

5. Ice muscles are naturally thin. After that, it was even more divided. The days are long, and the curtains look at dusk. Evening, turn to ecstasy. You also know that lovesickness is bitter. How can you have the heart to throw away slaves? I took the trouble to climb the mountain. I'm afraid it's easier to be a stranger than a stranger.

Vernacular interpretation: the ice skin has been thin since then. After taking off again. Watch the dusk with a long curtain. Evening, turn to ecstasy. You also know that lovesickness is bitter. How can you have the heart to leave your slave? I took pains to walk through that distant mountain. I'm afraid it's easier for another man than you.

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Su Shi

Source: "Yu Meiren Ice Muscle is Born Thin"

9. Poems describing the fickleness of people's hearts

It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. -Nalan Xingde

The two grasses are still one, and people's hearts are not as good as grass. -Li Bai

People's hearts hung over and over again, and the sky was temporarily empty. -Liu Changqing

It's better to hate people than water, and make waves casually. -Liu Yuxi

Angry people are not as good as stones, and they run around when they are young. -Liu Yuxi

People's hearts hung over and over again, and the sky was temporarily empty. -Liu Changqing

Besides, in the mirror, my heart has not changed. -Bai Juyi

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The beginning of life, the explanation of goodness.

The human heart is directly proportional to the Tao heart. The more you win, the better your heart will be and the deeper your career will be. or vice versa, Dallas to the auditorium

A detailed explanation of the quotation

People's hearts

Mencius under Teng Wengong: "I also want to be upright, stop heresy, walk away from others and say obscene things to inherit the Three Sages."

Song Mei Yao Chen's poem "Farewell to Teacher Li": "Ride a fast horse at dusk and everything will go home."

Qing Yao Nai's "Yi Zheng Tangji": "From the different skills of Zheng Wang, thick books and customs are divided."

Especially a kind heart and conscience.

This heartless guy.

Refers to people's wishes, feelings, etc.

Yi Xian: "Sages touch people's hearts, and the world is peaceful."

Yan Zhitui's Yan Family Instructions in the Northern Qi Dynasty: "People take something and call it likes and dislikes."

Ye Songmeng and Meng De's Story of Summer: "The so-called human heart, joys and sorrows have all happened."

In the Ming Dynasty, "The viceroy admonished Deng to come to the right capital, the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Military Affairs of the rank of Jin and his wife": "Then people were uneasy. You should be anxious. "

For the third time in the history of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty: "Digging suddenly said,' You should put the country first, look forward and look back, and protect the people.' "

The ninetieth time of a dream of red mansions: "So, they are a match made in heaven."

References:

Human heart-Baidu encyclopedia