1. A poem about the loss after waking up.
A poem about being lost after waking up 1. Write a lost poem after waking up from a dream.
Su Shi's bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite.
Jumping fish in a curved harbor, the lotus leaves the dew, and the loneliness is unknown. Like three drums, like a leaf, dark dreams are broken.
The night is boundless, and I can't find a place. I feel that I have traveled all over the small garden. Tired of tourists from the ends of the earth, I returned to my home in the mountains and looked at my hometown.
The swallow house is empty, where there is beauty, the swallow in the empty lock house. Ancient and modern dreams, but there are old joys and new grievances.
At different times, the night view of the Huang family is a sigh of Yu Hao. Shang Kun wrote a quiet dream and a sense of loss after waking up.
From the first three sentences, I always write about the beautiful scenery of autumn night. Every sentence describes the moon and breeze with frost and moisture, which is summarized as "infinite scenery". I appreciate love beyond words. The first sentence writes that the moonlight is bright as frost; The autumn wind is smooth and cool as water, bringing people into an infinite quiet situation.
Infinite Scenery is not only a description of the night scene in late autumn, but also an emotional expression of the poet's soul after being comforted by the scenery. "Xia Kun is expressing his feelings after waking up, which means depression and detachment.
The first three sentences are about your own state of mind. I wrote about a wanderer, tired of wandering in the ends of the earth, missing my way home in the deep mountains, yearning for my hometown until I saw it, and I was very homesick. This sentence has a deep sense of life experience and expresses the poet's infinite disappointment and regret.
Du Fu once said in a poem: "Heaven climbs a building, and you enter your hometown with spring." Su Shi should use Du Fu's poems here to write about his homesickness after going upstairs.
The poet combines scenery, emotion and reason in one furnace, and germinates around the Yanzilou incident. Scenery is the scene of the Yanzilou, emotion is the lingering emotion after the dream of the Yanzilou, and reason is the eternal inquiry of the philosophy of life that "life is like a dream" originated from the Yanzilou incident.
The whole poem is full of profound feelings, blending emotion and reason, quiet realm, clear and broad style, harmonious and graceful, and the theme is identified by allusions, not astringent. The combination of seclusion and tranquility fully shows the genius of Su Shi's careful writing. The profound feelings of life in this poem include the continuous events of ancient and modern times, fatigue and beauty, dream and beauty, and convey a kind of emptiness and indifference to life with some meditation, hiding some thoughts of being born that require complete liberation.
The three sentences of "Swallow House Empty" in the poem have been passed down through the ages and won the appreciation of future generations.
2. Ask for a poem to express your feelings of being forgotten and lost
That ancient call is wandering in a dream.
Emptiness is not the whole story.
There is no need to suffer in hell.
The bridge is full of water and the lights are dim.
Who will watch the moon set and cry and thank the flowers for flying all over the sky?
Death is afraid of darkness.
Darkness, fear of loneliness
Always looking for strength alone
although
Eyes are red again.
Soul through the Millennium
Just for that immortal heart.
Beliefs that have been extinct for thousands of years.
I just want to never give up.
A black and white world
No one sings for me
I still illuminate myself.
Dream of the world, I will travel far.
A dark corner
Black boy lurks
White light of death
Stab into the dark heart
At this time, the beating melody has ended.
end of one's life
For this dirty world
minus
The last remaining life
a short while
wave
immediately
The world is quiet.
Dirty blood
wash away
This colorless body
The Walking Dead
The soul betrayed the thought.
Despise hope
Blood stained the roses in my heart.
Darkness became me, my final destination.
Death/wandering/soul/floating/darkness/trembling/emotion/is a sad legend.
Stars/Rotation/Stars/No Light/Universe/Dim/Humans/Children Lean on Their Shoulders
Dreams/Broken/Aurora Skies the Horizon/Meteors Land on the Earth
Love/Never Return/Bury Despair/Dark Blood/Bury it
Death/longing/last self-esteem/world return to zero
Cherry blossoms wither/flutes sound/miss the place where angels fall.
Rosebud/Black Boy Leaving/Begging with Weak Soul
I will freeze everything here/never look back.
Alone/alone/my tears/keep/slide over my pale cheeks.
Long night/far away/your figure/not seen/printed in a sad dream
Holy blood/spilled in my garden/shocked/rose dyed my heart red.
I slowly/leave/no longer feel lonely/sad/shed tears again.
I want to tell you/wait for you/I feel heartache/emerge/struggle in the dark.
My dream/crying/cherry blossoms scattered/withered/heart failure
A walk/silence/rustling of maple leaves/wandering of the sea at night/forgotten memories
Landing in the night wind/I am the stupidest god/shed the last tear
My body began to collapse/I serenaded Chopin for you/I erased my last smile.
Dancing in silence/My soul/Death/Picking up the last pieces
Laugh and cry/then die/the soul no longer trembles/peacefully.
Because I know loneliness better than anyone, because I am afraid of loneliness more than anyone, so I hope that the person I want to protect can be happy forever, even if I bear all the loneliness and darkness alone, it doesn't matter, because I will always be forgotten and abandoned. I don't care about the wind and rain behind me. As long as they are happy, so what if I can't find a home? I just don't want to be seen as hidden in my heart.
I wrote all these. Although I don't specifically refer to forgotten and lost poems, I still have articles, so I won't show them to you. It's all sad things like darkness, death and soul, and I only have 13. I can only help you so much, hee hee.
3. Ask for a poem to express your feelings of being forgotten and lost
The ancient call is the wandering and emptiness in the dream, not all of them don't have to suffer in hell. Bridges and running water are falling in the sky, and the lights are getting dim. Who can watch the moon fall and cry? 323 1335323635438+0343 1303 23 1363533585 e 5a 5 EB 93 13338。 Flowers are flying all over the sky Death fears darkness, darkness and loneliness. He is always looking for strength alone. Even if his eyes are redder, his soul will wither for an immortal heart. He just wants to never give up the black and white world. No one sings for me. I will still light up my world dream, and I will travel.
The killer lurks in the dark corner, and the white light of death pierces the dark heart. At this moment, the beating melody has ended, and the end of life has taken away the last life left for this dirty world. The instructions waved in an instant have made the world quiet and dirty, and the colorless body has been washed away. The dead soul betrayed thoughts and despised hope, and the rose with blood in my heart became my final destination.
Death/wandering/soul/floating/darkness/trembling/mood/This is a sad legend. Stars/Rotation/Stars/Darkness/Universe/Dimness/Humans/Dreaming like a child on the shoulder/Breaking/Aurora across the horizon/Meteor landing on the earth/Love/No return/Burying despair/Dark blood/Burying death/yearning/Finally self-esteem/The world has settled to zero cherry blossoms.
Alone/alone/my tears/never stop/slide across my pale cheeks for a long night/far away/your figure/disappear/print in a sad dream/sprinkle in/my garden/thrilling/roses that dye my heart. I am slowly/leaving/no longer lonely/sad/crying again. I want to tell you/wait for you/break my heart/emerge/be in the dark. Corridor/the silence of dying heart/the rustling of maple leaves/wandering/forgetting the memory of the sea that landed in the night wind/I am the stupidest god/shed the last tear, my body began to break/played Chopin's serenade for you/erased the last smile and danced silently/my soul/died/picked up the last debris and cried with a smile/then died/my soul stopped shaking/became calm.
Because I know loneliness better than anyone, because I am afraid of loneliness more than anyone, so I hope that the person I want to protect can be happy forever, even if I bear all the loneliness and darkness alone, it doesn't matter, because I will always be forgotten and abandoned.
I don't care about the wind and rain behind me. As long as they are happy, so what if I can't find a home? I just don't want to be seen as hidden in my heart.
I wrote all these. Although I don't specifically refer to forgotten and lost poems, I still have articles, so I won't show them to you. It's all sad things like darkness, death and soul, and I only have 13. I can only help you so much, hee hee.
Find a poem to express your lost feelings.
Changle slope gives people sad words. In the Tang Dynasty, pedestrians were divided into north and south roads, and the flowing water met Yugou from east to west.
I hate leaving the slope all day long, and Changle's fame is a long worry. One is that Cao Yemeng was as anxious as water and his white hair was as new as grass in the Tang Dynasty.
Look forward to the solstice of spring and give it back to others. Secondly, I am worried about the short grass and bright mountains and moons in Cao Ye in the Tang Dynasty.
That night, I woke up and the roof was crying. Thirdly, I'm worried that the temples in Cao Ye in the Tang Dynasty haven't been born yet. They are like the hair in the city.
Look at Linchuan, you can't swim in the water. Two sad poems on the river: on the river, Weng opens the door and breaks the grass to open the door.
I only worry about my children, but I don't feel old. The grass by the river has withered stems and leaves.
That would be great. There is no cold wave every night. I'm worried that Tang Cui will be uprooted in September and grass will fly on three sides.
Dust horses change color, frost and snow swords make clothes. On a cloudy night, I am riding home by the book post.
Yin Qinfeng is upstairs, still waiting for Chunhui. Worrying about Du Fu and Cao Jiang in the Tang Dynasty is called worrying about one's life every day. Martial arts is not a common thing.
The vortex heron is at the bottom of the bath, and the solitary flowers are distinct. Ten years of military darkness, foreign guests are old and lonely.
Whether Qinshan Mountain in Weishui can see or not will make people sick. It is even more important to worry about sitting in the vulgar field of Du Fu's Gao Zhai in the Tang Dynasty.
In October, the mountains are cold and heavy, and the lonely city is faint. There are many kinds, left bear.
Running in fear all day, I dare not mention the return date. I'm worried that the gathering and dispersion of Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty is intangible, and the ileum is self-shaped.
You can't stay in ancient and modern times, and you can't live without it. General Lu thought that the autumn was far away.
Who is more haggard, crying Qin Jing? Worry about Tang Du Fu's humble shed as a household. Jiangtong Goddess Pavilion is separated from Wangxiangtai.
Gradually cherish the old face, no siblings came. War and human affairs, looking back is sad.
In spring, Tang Hancong, the golden sun flew away, the jade rabbit also left, and the green temples remained forever. Qin E's sixteen words are like a string. He didn't solve the problem of being greedy for flowers and cherishing willows.
Wu Yuling geese have no news, and the water vows to grow green. I advise you not to go for a spring outing when you are young. Warm wind is thicker than wine when you are late.
On a rainy night, the Purple Pole Palace in Changsha sat alone in the Tang Dynasty, sitting in a deserted study, and the cave palace was heavy. Spring lanterns are accompanied by meditation, and the night rain is deeper.
The poor man doesn't know what will happen in the future. Right and wrong are at this time. Habitat destroyed his lifelong ambition, and when he hugged his knees, he sang for Fu Liang.
Li Chongsi, who was worried about the Tang Dynasty alone, heard that Chengdu wine could be had without money. I don't know how many fights it takes to sell it.
Two Poems of Hakka Sorrow in Tang Dynasty: Hakkas' Sorrow about the willow color is getting deeper and deeper every day. The rippling spring breeze, who knows that the calendar is chaotic.
The guest is worried about the willow color, and the spring day is long. By sending running water to Hunan, he continued to enter the emperor's hometown.
Li Tingbi, a sad poem in the Tang Dynasty, is hard to send and stay, and it's all over. Pan Yue worried about the silk in his temple, and he frowned sadly.
Long poems ride empty, and the sound of geese is far away. Many lovesickness don't meet, and wine awakens the moon like a hook.
Disappointed about the rain, send money to the doctor, Tang 60 thousand accumulated rain in succession, regardless of hunger and cold. Take care of your clothes, look at your elbows, and look in the mirror for words.
Nine mud seas, wet clouds in Qian Shan. Dragon Bell drives Money Festival, thinking of you everywhere.
"Spring Sorrow in the Tang Dynasty" Meng Jiao's spring objects are different from those when the sorrowful guests meet. So flowers leave new branches, and new tears fall on old clothes.
Lonely at dusk, floating and sinking together. Jiao, who was sad alone, was still far away the day before yesterday, and yesterday was white-haired.
Want to know how Wan Li feels, just stay in bed for half a month. I am always afraid of insects singing, which makes my grass rest.
The melancholy songs of Shi Jianwu's singers in the Tang Dynasty are endless, and people's melancholy is also increasing day by day. Empty the post and pick the unintentional lamp.
Worrying about Zhuang avoids worrying again, and it is unforgettable. Sit in your heart at night and frost your temples.
No childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines. Excuse me, Gao Xuanke, where is the land of drunkenness? In spring, Wei Zhuang, who was worried about books, was hurt, and his hatred for it grew longer in spring.
Dew touched the tears of Hunan bamboo, and the flowers fell more and more beautifully. Sleep with fear and dreams and relax.
There are few people in the backyard, and the moonlight is scattered. Chunchouzhuang's own spring worries are killing his soul, and he can't bear to miss his grandson.
The falling flowers are silent and the rain is hazy, and no one in the deep courtyard leans against the door alone. Huangzhou evening sorrow Tang Xiangsi Zhuo Ling tears, overlapping from the west.
Even if it is cold at night, it can't be opened without warmth in spring. If there is no landing plan, it is advisable to give up Jichuan materials.
I would like to send it to the sky, and the wind will return to Wan Li. Worried about the long night in Tang Xu, he felt that his voice was late and often sang with his eyebrows.
The yellow leaves fall to urge the anvil to set the sun, and Zigui breaks his dream when he cries. Fei Ming went to cry a thousand lines of tears, and Cai Yan came back to comb her temples.
The Four Nobles cannot be recruited into the mountains, and the homeless are the most vulnerable. Tang threw mud, which caused deep sorrow.
Mo Yan's guests have no worries, but they must know how to worry and be sad. In Yu in the Tang Dynasty, Zhu Si worried about falling leaves and sang to herself.
Don't hate people who have no friends, but cultivate their nature and throw them into the sea. There is a sound outside the old man's car door, and there are many Taoist scrolls in front of the pillow.
Cloth will eventually become a passer-by, and green water and green mountains will eventually pass. Jiangling sent thousands of maple leaves to Antang in Xuan Ji, and the river bridge was hidden by sunset sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.