2. Li Bai's sad poems

The poem about sadness written by Li Bai is 1. Write three poems by Li Bai in sad words.

1, "I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiao kiln to deliver this."

After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams. I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.

Translation:

I heard that you passed by Wuxi when the flowers fell to Zigui and cried. I put my sad thoughts on the bright moon, hoping to accompany you to Yelangxi with the wind.

2, "Shu Dao Nan" (selected section)

Hey, hey, it's dangerous! The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Until the two rulers of this area forced their way through in the foggy age!

Forty-eight thousand years have passed. Don't talk to Qin Sai. And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, all the way to the peak of Emei.

Once it was broken by an earthquake, some brave people lost it, and then the ladder stone pile was hooked. On the high flag, six dragons drive the sun, and far below, the river lashes its twisted channel.

Such a height is difficult for a yellow crane, poor monkey, they only have claws to use.

Translation:

Ah ah! How noble and majestic! Shu Dao is really difficult to climb, and it is almost impossible to ascend to heaven. Legend has it that Can Cong and Yufu established Shu, and the founding date is too long to discuss in detail. After that, about 48,000 years, Qin and Shu were separated by the Qinling Mountains and did not communicate with each other. There are paths that birds can cross in Taibai Mountain in the west. You can cross the top of Mount Emei from that path. The five strong men of Shu were crushed to death by the landslide, and the ladder and plank roads between the two places began to connect. There are hilltops that block the Six Dragon Cars of the Sun God, and winding rivers that are drained by huge waves. The yellow crane who is good at flying high can't fly. Even if he wants to climb over, he is worried that he can't climb up.

3, "Xuanzhou Xielou Farewell School Book Uncle Yun"

Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind. It hurts my heart even more today.

Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.

We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.

Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

Translation:

It was a long time ago when you left me yesterday. I'm uneasy today, which makes people worry a lot. Wan Li Changfeng, send the autumn geese away. Facing the beautiful scenery, you can drink tall buildings. Mr. Wang's articles are full of Jian 'an style, showing the beauty of poetic style from time to time.

You and I are full of super interest and want to go to the sky to hold the bright moon. Draw a knife to cut off the water flow, and the water wave will flow more smoothly; I want to raise a glass to dispel my worries, and my worries are even stronger. In this world, if you can't be satisfied, it's better to have long hair and board a boat on the Yangtze River.

4. Climb the Phoenix Terrace from Nanjing

There used to be a phoenix on the phoenix platform, and the phoenix went to Taiwan, only Jiangdong returned. Martial arts flowers were laid on deserted paths, and the number of relatives and friends in the Jin Dynasty has become a famine.

The mountains are shrouded in clouds, such as blue sky, and the river is divided into two. There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it.

Translation:

There used to be a phoenix swimming on the Phoenix platform, but only when Phoenix went to Taiwan Province, the river was still flowing eastward. The flowers and plants in the palace of Wu are buried in deserted paths, and many royal families in the Jin Dynasty have become abandoned tombs and ancient hills. The fog of the three mountains is looming, like falling into the sky, and the river is divided into two by Bailuzhou. There are always treacherous court officials in power, but Chang 'an can't see the depression in his heart.

5. Bodhisattva level people

The flat forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is compassionate. When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is sad.

The jade steps stand empty, and the birds fly quickly. Where is the return trip? Long pavilion with short pavilion.

Translation:

The distant forest smoke waves stretch like textiles, and the mountains in autumn are like clothes and sad green. Twilight entered the boudoir, and someone was upstairs alone. On the jade steps, looking at the sky stands. The homing bird flew away at the urging of homing. Where is my return trip? Pass the long pavilion, and then pass the short pavilion.

2. Write three poems by Li Bai with sad words.

Raise a glass to dispel your worries "(Li Bai's poem). In Li Shangyin's poem Today, there is a poem about sadness. Yan Shu's "Huanxi Yarn": A new song and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather was old and the sun was setting, so there was no choice but to let the flowers fall, and the familiar Yan returned.

Young people wandering alone in the small garden fragrant path don't know the taste of sadness. They say they are worried about filling in new things and giving them strength. 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. At midnight in Xiaoxiang (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God"), the mountain temple searched for laurel seeds in the middle of the month, and the county pavilion watched 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 at dawn.

3. What sentimental poems did Li Bai write?

The grass in your north is as blue as jade, and the mulberries here are bent into green branches.

When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ? At midnight in Wu Ge, Qiu Ge, a new moon hangs over the capital, and 10,000 laundry hammers are beating.

The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! ? The winter song courier was leaving the next day. She was told that she had been sewing a samurai costume all night.

Thin hands are cold, not to mention the cold scissors for cutting clothes. When the work is finished, she sends it far away. When will it reach the town where the warrior stays? ? One of the two songs of "Nagato's Complaint": When the sky returns to Beidou and hangs on the West Building, there is no firefly in the Golden House.

Moonlight wants to reach Nagato Hall, so don't worry about the palace. Second: The director of Gui Dian is worried about spring scenery, and the golden house hides the autumn dust.

Hanging in the clear sky at night, people take photos alone in Nagato Palace. "Jade Family" Her jade-white stairs are cold with dew, and she has been soaking socks for a long time at night.

Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain. "Crying in the Night" Huang Yuncheng longed for life, and he cried on the dumb branch.

In the machine, Jin Qinchuan is female, and the blue yarn is like smoke. When I stopped, I thought of people in the distance. I stayed alone in the empty room and cried like rain.

Wait a minute.

Li Bai's sad poems 1. Sad poem

How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu's Yu Meiren But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords, we raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. -Li Bai's Shu Shu Yun, a farewell school book at Xie Tiao Building in Xuanzhou, is drizzling and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! -Li Qingzhao's "Sound Slow" heard that Shuangxi spring scenery is still good, and he also plans to float in a canoe, fearing that Shuangxi grasshopper boat can't move, and there are many worries. -Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring" has white hair and three thousands of feet, and it is like a long person. -Li Bai's Qiu Ge flies like a dream, and the continuous rain is as thin as sorrow. -Qin is like spring water all the way. -Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on Shakespeare" is constantly cut, and the reason is still chaotic, leaving sorrow and parting. Especially the general taste is in my heart. -Li Yu's "See You Huan Again", the teenager doesn't know the taste of sorrow, loves to go upstairs, and insists on expressing his feelings for new poetry. Now he knows the taste of sadness and wants to rest, but he says the weather is cool and it is a good autumn! -Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave", flowers float from one place to another, one kind of acacia, two places of leisure. -Li Qingzhao's "Dried Plums".

2. Write poems of eternal sorrow

The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. Northern Song Dynasty-Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers" I am worried about the bright moon, and I will follow you to Yelangxi. Tang-Li Bai's "I heard that Wang Changling took this letter to move the Longbiao Kiln" passed by Qian Fan, and my heart was broken. In the Tang and Five Dynasties, the article "Dream of Jiangnan" looked at my hometown in the distance, and the twilight was boundless, with a touch of sadness on the river waves-Tang Cui Hao. Jiang Feng's fishing fire is worrying about his sleep. Don a night-mooring near maple bridge has three white hairs and three thousands of feet, and his fate is like a song of everlasting regret. When my boat was sailing in the fog of the Tang Dynasty-Li Bai's Puge Qiu Ge and A Night Sleeping in Jiande, the day was getting dark, and the memory of the old days began in the Tang Dynasty-Meng Haoran kept cutting, but the reason was still chaotic, which was the sadness of leaving him, especially the general taste in his heart. How much sorrow can Li Yu have when he was in the Tang and Five Dynasties? Two leisure worries. The morning light in the mirror changed into the Northern Song Dynasty-what are the lost years in front of me in Li Qingzhao's Plum? However, she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with the evening song "Untitled of Tang-Li Shangyin", and behind me, where are the descendants? I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am lonely, my tear drops Tang, brandishing a knife and cutting off water on the tower of Youzhou, raising a glass to drown my sorrows. Tang Li Bai's uncle Yun, who jumped off a building in Xuanzhou, another official, had a different kind of sadness and disgust for life. There are more silent words than vocal words. Don. Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip can't get rid of his breath, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Song. Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers" can't get rid of this feeling, but he frowned, but went to his heart. Song. Li Qingzhao's "Pruning Plums" teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they fall in love with the floor, saying that sorrow adds new words. Especially the general taste is in my mind. Wu Ye Tiao (Li Yu) asks how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. Yu Meiren (Li Yu) is afraid that the ship will not move, and there will be many worries. Wu Lingchun (Li Qingzhao) is a kind of acacia, and there are two kinds of leisure worries. People are thinner than yellow flowers. Drunk Flower Yin (Li Qingzhao) was put to death by Leng Xiang, and people can't afford to worry about it. Nian Nujiao (Li Qingzhao) is drizzling and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence. Speak softly (Li Qingzhao).

3. Seek the excellent sad poems of Li Qingzhao, Li Yu, Li Bai, Xin Qiji and Du Fu. I want some sad parting.

Li Qingzhao's poem "Wulingchun" has been fragrant, and she is tired of combing her hair at dusk. Everything is that people want to stop everything and want to cry first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and I plan to canoe. I'm afraid Shuangxi's boat can't move, and there will be many concerns. Drunk flowers and clouds/Li Qingzhao will be sad one day, and the golden beast will disappear. The festival is Chongyang again. The geese are sad, but they are old acquaintances. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! Pipa Hang/Bai Juyi sent my guests off at night on Xunyang River, maple leaves and rushes, the autumn wind rustling, the host dismounted, the guests boarded the boat, and we raised our glasses to propose a toast-but, alas, we drank wine without music, we were not happy, and we parted from each other. When the river mysteriously widened and approached the full moon, we suddenly heard a voice, a guitar crossed the water, and the host forgot to go home, the guests.

4. Talking about Li Bai's ancient poems and feelings

It's a poem from Li Bai's original Song of Autumn Pu. Li Bai's "Song of Autumn Pu" three thousands of feet's white hair, a song of everlasting regret. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. White hair is three times as long as thousands of feet's, and so is the sadness in my heart. Looking at the shadow in the mirror, I don't know when and where, and my temples are infected with this autumn frost. Qiupu, in the west of Guichi County, Anhui Province today, was visited by Li Bai in 753 AD and composed seventeen poems. The above is the fifteenth. A little reflection: Li Bai, Brewmaster. The sage in the poem. There is still nothing to add here. Song of Qiupu, like Thinking of a Quiet Night, is a widely sung work. In the past legend, some people turned white overnight because of sadness, and the poet didn't know when it had turned white. Although there is no pain of white hair overnight, the white hair in San thousands of feet is more exaggerated than the former, and the sadness seems to be deeper and stronger than the former. This is also a poem written by Li Bai. Not even in the Guinness Book of World Records. But it is precisely because of this rhetoric that the poet makes people understand that his inner sadness is so deep, but it does not make people feel that this poem is all complaining to people. This kind of sorrow is the poet's own. He doesn't want to share it with readers, just wants you to understand. But words are inherently influential, and no matter how nonsense the author says, it will always have an impact on those who read it. Even if in the end you think what this person wrote is not worth mentioning at all, you don't care about his articles at all, which is also the influence of the author on you (guess, you can only justify yourself like this. ). Perhaps the poet is also very worried about the sad mood, so he has the saying that "mourning is greater than dying in his heart". He wondered why my sadness was so deep and so long that even the next sentence was naturally there. " It is also a further expression of sadness in my heart. Perhaps because of the limitation of space, many famous poets in ancient times adopted progressive logic when writing poems. After reading ancient poems to a certain extent, you will find that progressive writing is obviously a refined writing method. Of course, readers may say that "fate is as sad as long" is not doubt at all, but there is a saying about "fate" in my knowledge of ancient China literature, that is, sentences with the word "fate" are usually skeptical. Therefore, I made the above conclusion. (Besides, this understanding seems more literary. Readers understand that the sadness in the heart of Li Bai, a great poet, is as long, as deep and as thick as the white hair of San thousands of feet. Why don't you care how to express this sadness? So you can think that my paragraph is nonsense, I'm just far-fetched. There are no three white hairs in thousands of feet, but there are joys and sorrows in life. Even the family has a symphony of pots and pans, which is common sense in life. Therefore, my daughter hopes that people will not stare blankly in the mirror when they are alive, and don't ask themselves where their white hair comes from in the mirror like Li Bai in literary works. You should, even if life makes us cry, we should have a beautiful smile on our faces. Even if life worries us, we should give others sincere warmth. But this seems too idealistic. Even if you see touching scenes in TV series, you will burst into tears. Who am I to teach others? Hey hey.