1. Poems about the long lonely shadow
Poems about the long lonely shadow 1. Complete poems about Qiu Shuang
Poems about Qiu Shuang (1) "Autumn Deng Xuan" The city is in a state of decline, overlooking the north tower. "Li Baijiang City in the Tang Dynasty is like a painting, and you can see the clear sky at dawn on the mountains.
The rain caught the bright mirror, and the rainbow fell on the twin bridges. The crowds are cold, the orange and pomelo trees are blooming, and the autumn colors are like the old sycamore trees.
Who reads the North Tower and feels grateful to the Duke in the wind. "Autumn Climb Orchid Mountain to Send Five Pieces" Tang Meng Haoran In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy.
Climb high only when we look at each other, and our hearts will fly away with the geese. Worry arises in the dusk, happiness arises in the autumn.
Sometimes I see people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest. The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the islands on the riverside are like the moon.
Why bring wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival? "Mid-Autumn Moon" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Who has been garrisoning outside Long for a long time? Where can we say goodbye in front of the court? The old concubine who fell out of favor returned to the courtyard at night, when the old general did not go upstairs. According to him, how many people have broken hearts, the Jade Rabbit and the Silver Toad are far away.
"Su Mu Zhe" by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty. The sky is blue, the ground is yellow leaves, the autumn colors are rolling, and the waves are green and cold. The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country, chasing the thoughts of the journey, except every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
"The Proud Fisherman" by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty The scenery is strange when autumn comes, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds echoed from all sides.
Thousands of miles away, the smoke is long and the sun is setting, and the lonely city is closed. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home.
The ground is covered with frost. When a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps.
Poems of Autumn Frost (2) "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
"Autumn Night Song" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. The autumn dew of Gui Po is slight when he is born. The silver zheng has been played diligently for a long time at night, but I am timid and can't bear to return to the empty room.
"Midnight Autumn Song" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty There is a moon in Chang'an, and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes. The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love between the two.
On what day the barbarians will be defeated, and the good men will stop the expedition. "Ascending Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng in Autumn" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The river city is like a painting, and the mountains are dawning and the sky is clear.
The rain caught the bright mirror, and the rainbow fell on the twin bridges. The crowds are cold, the orange and pomelo trees are blooming, and the autumn colors are like the old sycamore trees.
Who reads the North Tower and feels grateful to the Duke in the wind. "Staying at Jiande River" Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty moved his boat to Yanzhu, and at dusk the guests were worried about the new arrival.
The sky is low in the wilderness, and the trees are low, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people. Qiu Shuang's Poems (3) "Climbing High" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty The wind is strong and the apes high in the sky are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugistan.
The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls by. Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for a hundred years and only appears on the stage.
Difficulty hates the frost on the temples, and the new wine glass becomes muddy. "Mid-Autumn Moon" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty The dusk clouds have gathered up and overflowed with the clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year? "Mid-Autumn Moon" by Tang Bai Juyi. The clear light thousands of miles away is unimaginable, adding sorrow and hatred to the end of the world.
Who has been garrisoning outside Long for a long time? Where can we say goodbye in front of the court? The old concubine who fell out of favor returned to the courtyard at night, when the old general did not go upstairs. According to him, how many people have broken hearts, the Jade Rabbit and the Silver Toad are far away.
Autumn Wind Farewell to the Two Han Dynasties Liu Che The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, the grass and trees turn yellow and the wild geese return south. The orchids are beautiful, the chrysanthemums are fragrant, and I can’t forget the beauty I have in my heart.
The floating boat is coming to the Fen River, and the floating waves are flowing across the middle. The flutes and drums are singing, and the music is singing, and there is great joy and much sadness.
How can you be old when you are young? Yan Ge Xing Wei and Jin Dynasty Cao Pi The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, the vegetation is shaking and the dew turns to frost. The flock of swallows bid farewell and return to the south to fly. I miss you so much when you travel as a guest.
I miss my hometown for a long time, but I want you to stay and send me somewhere else. The humble concubine stays alone in the empty room. She worries about you and misses you. She doesn't dare to forget you. She doesn't feel her clothes stained with tears.
The sound of the zither and the strings of the piano are used to clear the business, but the short songs and slight chants cannot be long. The bright moon shines brightly on my bed, and the stars are drifting westward into the night.
The morning glory and the weaver girl look at each other from a distance, how can you live alone in the river beam? Poems of Qiu Shuang (4) Climbing Lanshan Mountain in Autumn and sending a picture to Meng Haoran from the Five Tang Dynasties. In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy.
Climb high only when we look at each other, and our hearts will fly away with the geese. Worry arises in the dusk, happiness arises in the autumn.
Sometimes I see people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest. The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the islands on the riverside are like the moon.
Why should you bring wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival? "Autumn Evening" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. Silver candles paint the screen in the cold autumn light, and small fans flutter against the flowing fireflies.
The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega. Reward Liu Chaisang, Tao Yuanming in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, used by the poor and widowed, and forgot about the four directions.
There are many fallen leaves in the palm garden, and I am relieved to know that it is autumn. New sunflowers bloom in the north, and Jiazhong supports the south.
I am not happy now. Do you know what will happen next year? The fortune-teller will take a weak child with him, and he will go on a long journey on a good day. Shi'an Autumn Questions from the Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty The scenery of Guilin is unique, and autumn is like spring in Luoyang.
The weather is good in Jijiang in the evening, but I am obviously worried about killing people. Cirrus Mountain Corner Ji, gravel water phosphorus.
The world's career is old, and the good years are lonely and secluded. Returning to lie in the sea, what value is there to my body?
Wangchuan Residence is a tribute to Pei Xiucai and Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water flows. Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, I listen to the evening cicadas in the wind.
The sun is still setting over the ferry, and there is a solitary smoke in the ruins. When I get drunk again, I sing wildly in front of the five willow trees.
Extended reading: Poems of Autumn Frost Sigh of Autumn Rain In the rain, the white grass rots and dies in autumn, and the cassia trees under the steps are brightly colored. The branches are covered with green leaves and covered with green feathers, and the flowers bloom with countless gold coins.
The cool breeze blows you anxiously, I am afraid that you will not be able to be independent in the future. The scholar in the hall had a blank head, sniffing the sweet fragrance and weeping in the wind.
Autumn Poems (Part 1) Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time. I say that autumn is better than spring. A crane flies above the clouds in a clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky.
Autumn Poems (Part 2) The mountains are bright and the water is clear, frost comes at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow. Trying to go up to a high-rise building will clear your bones. It's like the spring scenery that makes people crazy.
Mountain Walk Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
The White Horse: The dragon and horse are covered with flowers and snow, and the five-ling mausoleum has a golden saddle. The jade sword is cut by autumn frost, and the pearl robe is illuminated by the setting sun.
The second imitation of ancient times: A beautiful woman in the distant night, her robes stained with autumn frost. Playing softly with affection, playing mulberry on the road.
Qiupu Song The white hair is three thousand feet long, and the fate is as long as the worry. I don’t know where to find the autumn frost in the bright mirror.
Qiu Shuang Pavilion Poet: Ding Wei Dynasty: Tang Dynasty: Tang Dynasty: Tang Dynasty: When was the high pavilion built? The red curtains make the eyes bright. In front of the steps, the ancient trees look like cold clouds, and there is the sound of gravel flowing from the spring at the bottom of the stream.
There are a few seats in the mist near the mountain, and the stars are on the eaves of the high building. When I come to Sanfu in the scorching heat, I feel a cool breeze coming from my armpits.
"Night Breeze" The wind blows on the path, and the autumn frost lingers alone; On the willow branches on the moon, the lonely shadow disturbs people's hearts. Recalling the first frost of yesterday, I felt affectionate with the wind, heaven and earth.
I know you are free and unrestrained. Mountain Travel Du Mu Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
"The Proud Fisherman" by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty The scenery is strange when autumn comes, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds echoed from all sides.
Thousands of miles away, the smoke is setting and the city is closed. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home.
The ground is covered with frost. When a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps.
"Pigeons" Hu Shi The clouds are clear and the sky is high, what a late autumn atmosphere! There is a flock of pigeons swimming in the sky.
2. Poetry: The solitary shadow wanders alone
How many fallen flowers do you know, the solitary shadow wanders alone
Title in Nanjian (Liu Zongyuan)
The autumn air gathers in the south stream, and I wander alone in the pavilion at noon.
The returning wind is bleak, and the forest shadow is uneven for a long time.
If you have something from the beginning, you will forget your fatigue after a little deeper.
The sound of captive birds echoes in the deep valley, and the cold algae dances and ripples.
The soul of the country is far away, and the tears of the beloved are empty.
Being alone is easy to get emotional, and it is not suitable to be lost.
What's the matter with being so lonely? I only know when I'm wandering around.
Whoever is a latecomer should keep in mind this.
Crossing the River Clouds (Zhang Yan)
After a long stay in Shanyin, Wang Jucun asked about his recent works and sent them in writing.
The mountains are empty, the sky is empty, and the sea is in the sky. I lean on the building and look to the extreme. The wind is blowing and the evening tide is beginning. It's raining outside the dove curtain, there are several idle fields, and spring hoeing is going on across the trees. The new smoking ban willows, I want to be as green as the West Lake now. I still remember that it was a deep retreat with two or three trees behind the door.
I am still worried about the ancient trees in the desolate state. The branches are broken and the weeds are sparse. Where are they drifting? In the empty space, I feel ashamed and ashamed, and my shadow is timid and solitary. If you have long doubts, you will see peach blossoms. Recently, I have turned over and found no books. The book is far away, but there are no dreams?
Scattered shadows·Looking for plum blossoms but missing (Peng Yuanxun)
The river is not crossed in the sky, and there are countless scattered trees. The journey is desolate and cold, the childbirth is fleeting, and I look at the beauty in her old age. It’s windy, rainy, snowy, cloudy and sunny at night, not to mention the spring breeze and thousands of trees. In the lonely city, the falling trees rustle, and the sound of the river flows day and night.
I heard the flute deeply in Riyan Mountain, fearing that he would be homeless in his old age and share the same fortune with his son. Things are arrogant and contrary to one's intentions, the work of a matchmaker is not enough, and the grass is stained with clothes and exposed. Tingzhou's graceful and graceful girl wakes up from her sleep, and her hanging ring floats and sinks in Lipu. There is a white gull in the pale moon, sending a message in the microwave, and it is carefree and tolerant.
Qi family (Liu Yong)
In late autumn, a light rain fell on the courtyard. The chrysanthemums on the threshold are sparse and sparse, the wells and trees are in disorder, and there is residual smoke. Sadly, looking at Jiangguan, the flying clouds are dim and the sunset is leisurely. At that time, Song Yu felt sad and went to the water and mountain climbing. The long road passes by, the travelers are miserable, and we are tired of listening to the gurgling water. The cicadas sing and the leaves fade, the crickets sing and the grass fades, making a corresponding noise.
The days in the lonely house are like years, the wind and dew gradually change, and the night comes quietly. The sky is long and clear, the Jiang River is clear and shallow, and the moon is bright and beautiful. Thoughts are lingering, facing the scenery forever at night, it is worth thinking about the past in secret. Unknown and unlucky, the beauty of the red building is often delayed by the years.
The scenery in the emperor's palace is beautiful. In those days, there were banquets in the evening and joy in the morning. What's more, there are crazy friends and strange couples who hang out when they meet, sing and drink together. Don't come here, the scenery is like a shuttle, the old travel is a fake dream, how long is the journey of smoke and water? Reciting eloquent sentences makes me feel haggard and lingering for a long time. Chasing about the past makes me feel miserable and depressed. The leaked arrow moved, and I felt slightly cold, and gradually whimpered and drew my horn several times. By the opposite window, the light is turned off to face the dawn, and I can't sleep without the shadow.
Nian Nujiao·Crossing the Dongting (Zhang Xiaoxiang)
The green grass in the Dongting is almost Mid-Autumn Festival, and there is no wind at all. There are 30,000 hectares of Qiongtian in the Jade Realm, one leaf of my boat. The moon is shining brightly, and the Milky Way's shadow is clear both inside and outside. It's so pleasant to understand, but it's hard to tell you the beauty of it.
It should be remembered that the mountains and seas have passed through the years, and the lonely light shines on itself, and the liver and gallbladder are all ice and snow. The short hair is fluttery, the sleeves are cold, and the waves are steady and wide. Stroll the Xijiang River, pour the Beidou carefully, and treat everything as a guest. The boat is whistling alone, I don’t know what night it is.
Rui Hexian (Lu Rui)
The wet clouds are clinging to the shadows of wild geese, looking at the journey, feeling confused and confused. Thousands of gold buys good fortune, but the clocks are sparse to remind the dawn, and the crows are crows in the dark. Flowers are dark and introspective, full of emotions, and they meet in dreams. Even if Xingyun doesn't come back, he can also send a message to the general.
I am lonely, my heart is in the alliance, my distance is high when I cross the crane, and I am not sure in the later stage. The thread of love is waiting to be cut, and the old hatred is stirred up, and I am afraid of where the heaven will teach me. The two swallows are different, and they are still stained with red and red powder. Talking about Linghua and lovesickness, who will lose weight?
Miscellaneous Poems (Second of Twelve) (Tao Yuanming)
The sun is in the west, and the plain moon rises from the east ridge.
The scenery is thousands of miles away, and the scenery is swinging in the sky.
The wind comes and enters the house, and the mat is cold in the night.
The energy changes and enlightenment is easy, and the sleepless night will last forever.
If you want to say nothing but make peace, you wave your cup to persuade Gu Ying.
The sun and the moon throw people away, and those who have ambitions cannot achieve success.
Thinking of this makes me sad, and I can’t be still at dawn.
Early Wild Geese (Du Mu)
The strings of the golden river are opened in the middle of autumn, and the clouds fly away in mourning.
The celestial moon is shining brightly, and the shadow of the moon is passing by, and the lamp of the long gate is dimmed and the sound is coming.
It should be noted that Hu Qi is here one after another, so how can he chase the spring breeze one by one.
Don’t hate Xiaoxiang, a place with few people and lots of water, wild rice and berry moss on the banks.
Jie Lian Lian · Lone Goose (Zhang Yan)
It was night over the Chu River, and I hated being separated from the crowd for thousands of miles, and suddenly dispersed in shock. Looking back at the shadow, it is cold, the sand is clear, the grass is dry, and the horizon is far away. Written into a book, I only send you a little love. The material is wrongly followed, and the remaining felt is covered with snow, which is the old people's eyes.
Who pities the journey, the sorrow is passing, the long night is quiet, the brocade zither is played resentfully, I miss my companion, and still stay in the reed flowers. Mu Yu calls to each other, fearing that he will suddenly see Yuguan again, but he is not ashamed, and the two swallows return, and the painted curtain is half rolled up.
"Twelve Poems of She in a Boat on the Qingxi Road" (Fang Hui)
The evening breeze is gentle and the weather is clear, and the moon shines through the boat window in the middle of the night.
Lying down and watching the lone canopy swaying in the water, I composed a poem leisurely on my pillow.
3. What’s the meaning of “What’s the matter with this body + Xingke’s poetry and wine, solitary shadow is long”
What’s the meaning of “What’s wrong with this body + Xingke’s poem, wine, solitary shadow is long” --- expresses the poet’s loneliness and loneliness.
From
"The Bright Moon Chases People Back"
Singer: Fifth Brother & Second Aunt
Picture: Tang Yinshui
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The bright moon should be seen here in Tingzhou. The waves are flowing smoothly
The sound of the stream is vividly heard at the fingertips, which means who is sitting alone in the secluded bamboo.
The green mountains are connected to the shore. The mountains are far away and turn towards each other, turning hundreds of miles into the shape of thousands
Why should this body be like a corpse, poetry, wine and solitary shadow?
The bright moon wants to climb up to the nine states and look at the shining light, chasing the clothes and covering the flowing light
< p> It rains at night under the tent window and I dream of my hometown. Who is still sitting in the dark bamboo?It is planned to be an old wandering place with dry ice and snow. The green mountains are thin and full of bones and the tomb is full of frost.
The river is old and the wine is carried in the pot. Fu Qianshang
I suddenly saw the moon falling all over the roof beams
4. Poetry and prose of the lonely shadow in the wilderness
Staying overnight in Shiwu Mountain (in my hometown) There is a scenic spot called "Shiwu Mountain". I used to rest in this mountain temple due to illness.
One night, I stood alone in the courtyard. The cold moon was in the sky, and a round of ice shone in the silence. In the quiet mountains and forests, there are occasionally a few lonely birds chirping. Late at night, the monk's lamp gradually goes out, and the only thing on the quiet Shiwu Mountain is the flowing water.)
(1) The bending moon. The mountains are quiet in the cold sky, and a solitary bird sings in the cold forest. In the middle of the night, the monk's lamp was silent, but he could hear the sound of running water.
(2) The sound of running water in the quiet forest and the chirping of a solitary bird in the cold moon. The temple is empty, the leaves are falling in the wind, and you can see your soul in the silence.
The solitary mountain is chanting, and the solitary cloud is as leisurely as a crane, flying alone towards the dusk mountain. On the bank of the Xizi Bridge, there is a thousand-year-old plum.
In the courtyard of Dehetang, you can watch fish and crickets chirping under bananas, and the courtyard is quiet and quiet. Suddenly I saw red scales leaping, and a pool of water shocked the autumn.
While admiring plum blossoms on Tashan Mountain, I suddenly heard that a poet guest was coming, and my plum blossom eyes suddenly opened. Thousands of clear branches smile, and the spring breeze embraces them.
Walking through the snowy clouds and mist of the villa, you enter the forest, and the fallen leaves fly from the cold pavilion. The wind is still all the time, the mountains are quiet and the snow is falling.
Wild chrysanthemums stay at night beside wild streams, drinking dew and frost leisurely. The autumn wind blows the shadows and smiles, facing the moon alone.