Ancient poems about Xueba 1. Xueba, help.

It takes seven words and sixteen sentences, which is really hard to find. I hope the following sad poems can help you! Su Dongpo's Ten Years of Life and Death in Jiangchengzi is ten years of life and death.

Never think, never forget. 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. When night came, my dream suddenly came home.

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

Every year is expected to be heartbroken, Yamashita, short pine hillock hairpin phoenix red crisp hand, yellow wine full of spring palace wall willow. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin.

A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No! No! No! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.

Peach blossoms fall. Leisure swimming pool hall.

Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo! Mo! Don't do evil (Han Yuefu folk songs)! 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! Zhuzhici (Yuxi, Liu Tang) Yangliuqing Jiang Shuiping, listening to the songs on the Langjiang River. Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.

The waves of sand make the rain outside the curtain gurgle and the spring fades away. Luozhou can't tolerate five more cold.

I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day. Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away.

Running water is gone, and spring is gone. Wu Ye Tiao (Southern Tang Li Yu) thanked Chunhong and was anxious. The cold rain came early and the wind came late.

Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

Queqiaoxian (Guan) skillfully uses thin clouds, flying stars spread grievances, and silver and Korea are dark. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.

Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?

Yu Linling (Song) is chilling and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.

All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. Love hurts and leaves since ancient times.

What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

Feng (Song) leans against the dangerous house. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark.

In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently?

I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless.

I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.

Jade case Yuan () Thousands of trees are blooming in the east wind night, and there are many stars. BMW carved cars are full of incense.

Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.

Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

Mai Beitang (curious about Jinyuan) asked the world, what is love? Teach me to live and die together. 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 something to say. There are clouds in Wan Li and snow in Qian Shan. Who are you going to shadow? Cross Fen Road, take care when you are lonely.

The 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.

Eternal regret song: Bai Juyi is easy to get drunk, Li Qingzhao is misty, the clouds are thick, the sorrow is eternal, the spirit is refreshing, 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. Do not die.

West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers. Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, searching, cold, and sad.

It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

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! Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence! Like a dream, Li Qingzhao suddenly had a storm last night, and she didn't need residual wine to sleep soundly. I asked the shutter man, but Haitang is still the same.

Do you know, do you know, it should be green, fat, red, thin, cut plum, Li Qingzhao, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.

Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.

One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Resentment Wang Sun Li Qingzhao Lake is windy, autumn dusk, red and fragrant. Water and mountains are close to each other, and it is not bad to say that it is strong.

Lotus seeds become old lotus leaves, green dew washing, apple flowers and plants. The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early.

The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.

However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.

He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.

The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.

When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.

Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.

The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.

People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.

The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.

Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. When I returned to Yulong this day, the emperor clung to it and refused to leave.

The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.

Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .

Spring breeze blows on your face, peaches and plums bloom at night, and autumn leaves fall all over the ground after autumn rain. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.

Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..

Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.

The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.

Thinking of the king, they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. Empty and control the flow of gas.

2. Autumn Poetry

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. -Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"

Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. -Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Tengting

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. -Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. -Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night

Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling. -Wang Ji's Wild Hope

In autumn, the south is empty and desolate, the river flows with the sky, and autumn is even more boundless. -Xin Qiji's "Shui Long Hidden in Jiankang New Pavilion"

The night is high and windy, and the mountains fly. -Wang Bo's In the Mountains

One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold. -Li Yu's Sauvignon Blanc, A Heavy Mountain

Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. -Du Mu's "Sue Yangzhou Magistrate Han Chuo"

The phoenix tree in the yard has lost all its leaves, and the lotus in the water has lost its charm during the day. -Zhu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"