What poems describe the health of the elderly?
Peng Yue Nanshan Zuoshou Cup
The old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
Lian Po is too old to eat.
Happiness is like flowing water in the East China Sea, and life is longer than Nanshan!
Poem 1 describes that the old man is in good health, squatting and aiming at a thousand miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years. -Wei, Jin and Cao Cao's "Although Gui Shou"
Although the tortoise has a long life, it has its moments. The snake rides the fog and eventually turns to dust. The old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years. The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Blessings that nourish grace can last forever. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
2, the family is full of golden machines, and a white hair is still high. -Tang Guanxiu's Poems on Mountain Living
Original: since ancient times, there have been a few flashy things. Hanwang abandoned the long autumn grass, and Wuzhu abandoned the palace into the night. A room full of golden machines, white hair is still high. I'm very satisfied with Jin Xian. There are robes all over the sky.
3. Martyrs hit the jade pot and cherish the coming year. -Tang Li Bai's "Yu Hu Yin"
Original: Martyrs hit the jade pot and cherish their old age. Three cups of sword dance autumn moon, suddenly singing and crying. At the beginning of the phoenix, purple mud appeared, and the emperor called it a royal banquet. Praise the Lord for nine days, stir up red waves and green sages. Turn the dragon into a dragon and give coral a white jade whip. The world doesn't know that Dong Fangshuo, the great hidden Golden Gate, is a fallen fairy. Xi Shi Ying smiled and frowned, and the ugly girl was tired. Although the king loves moths and eyebrows, there is nothing he can do to kill people in his palace.
4. White-haired old farmers stand out. -Tang Yong Yu's Looking at the Sunny Farmhouse.
Smell the west wind and rain in Qin, to ask the west wind to return sooner or later. White-haired old farmers stand out from the crowd, and clouds open in the high places of wheat fields.
5, spontaneous theory, carefree. -Ma Yongan Dai "Living in a Wild Land"
The savage had nothing to do but plant trees, before the old savage. Stay among the white clouds, fishing and firewood by the sea. Hu Ercai picked yam, released calves and drank streams and springs. Self-talk about health, no worries about old age.
6, strong heart is not old, dead can still be a ghost. -Song Luyou, "Book of Wrath"
White hair is rustling in the water. Only heaven and earth can make you learn to be lonely and loyal. Su Wu, who has suffered a lot, has endured for more than ten years, suffering from the wind and snow, worrying and resentful, hating the rebels' guts and gnashing their teeth. The grass in the forest garden flows in the spring rain, and the brick wall in Luoyang Palace is broken in the cold month. My Zhuang Xin didn't die at the same age. Even if I die, I can become a ghost wise man.
In high spirits/good spirits
Full of energy and vitality
Blinking eyes
Be healthy and strong
(of a person) physically strong.
Tall and burly
Willow slender waist
Very beautiful and charming
Have keen eyes and ears
When you get old, you will be strong.
Be in good health
White hair and ruddy hair-health of the elderly
Full of energy and vitality
spirited
glowing with health
One hundred years passed quickly.
Half-life fate Jiazi for childlike innocence.
A village is called the elder.
Seventy years old is ancient and rare.
Wen Yi Beidou is like a sky.
The moon holds Nanshan as the longevity cup, and the old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
Lian Po is too old to eat.
In high spirits/good spirits
Full of energy and vitality
Blinking eyes
Be healthy and strong
(of a person) physically strong.
What poems describe poor health? I don't know how weak my muscles are, but Chueh-hsin is too lazy to go upstairs. I don't care whether I look thin in the mirror or not. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
Thin shadow self-pity autumn waters clear, you have to pity me, pity you.
Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.
Sick body makes me want to retire to the countryside, watching the exiles ashamed of the salary of the country.
It's either dust or rain, disease or sadness.
Being A Lang is not a base, but it can resist diseases.
Old people are sick, with dust in the middle.
Sitting up in a dying illness, the dark wind blew the rain into the cold window.
My waist is stubborn and my feet sigh, so I can't walk close in the atrium.
Autumn is bleak and foggy, and old books are sick in lonely villages.
The four phases urge the sick and the old, and the fool may not be able to protect himself.
Illness always knows the night, and old age feels autumn sorrow.
Ambition is reduced by anxiety, and decline is accompanied by disease.
Who will be strong now when you are sick and can't go out indefinitely?
I don't know how weak my muscles are, but Chueh-hsin is too lazy to go upstairs.
Ill wine grows before it is dried, and it doesn't matter if you look in the mirror.
1. A poem describing the old man's poor health: "I came from three thousand miles away. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone. Bad luck has a bitter frost on my temples, and heartache and fatigue are a thick layer of dust in my wine. "
Wan Li: Far from home. Frequent visitor: I have been wandering abroad for a long time. One hundred years: I'd better talk about my life. Here I refer to the frost temples in my later years: I have added white hair, such as frost and snow on my temples. Countless, here as a verb, increase.
2. Original text
Climb the peak
Du Fu
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
Leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall, and the Yangtze River stretches as far as the eye can see.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
Step 3 take notes
(1) Climbing: The ninth day of the ninth lunar month is the Double Ninth Festival, and there has always been a custom of climbing.
⑵ Ape cry: refers to the piercing cry of the apes in the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River. "Notes on Water Classics and Rivers" quotes a folk song: "The head of the Wuxia Gorge in the Three Gorges of Badong, the ape cries three times."
(3) Zhu (incarnation): a small continent in the water; A small piece of land in the water. Birds fly back: birds fly and hover in the strong wind. Back: detour.
(4) Falling wood: refers to falling leaves in autumn. Rustle: The sound of leaves being blown by the wind.
[5] Wan Li: far from home. Frequent visitor: I have been wandering abroad for a long time.
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It is very sad that there are birds hovering on the river with clear water and white sand.
Endless trees are rustling leaves, and endless Yangtze River is rolling in.
Sad to autumn, I feel that Wan Li has been wandering all the year round, and today he is alone on the high platform due to illness in his later years.
After suffering, the temples are covered with white hair, and the cup of sorrow hangs when it is full of sadness.
4. Brief analysis
The first four sentences of this poem are about climbing mountains. The first couplet is right. Focusing on the specific environment of Kuizhou, the poet used the word "wind rush" to drive the All-China Federation, and from the beginning, he wrote a quatrain that has been told for generations. Kuizhou is famous for its many apes, and the canyon is famous for its windy weather. It is cool in autumn, but it is windy here. When the poet climbs the mountain, the sound of "high apes whistling" comes from the gorge, which means "the empty valley echoes, and the sorrow turns to leisurely" ("Water Classic Notes on the River"). The poet moved his eyes from the heights to the rivers and lakes, and on the background of clear water and white sand, he was dotted with birds dancing with the wind and never looking back. This is really a beautiful painting. Among them, the sky, wind, sand, Zhu, apes whistling and birds flying are all made in heaven and naturally paired. Not only the upper and lower sentences are correct, but also the sentences are self-correct, such as the above sentence "day" to "wind" and "height" to "urgency"; The next sentences "sand" versus "Zhu" and "white" versus "green" are full of rhythm. After the artistic refinement of the poet, fourteen words, each of which is accurate and appropriate, are all in name only. In words, "thank you for your axe" has reached a wonderful and difficult state.
This couplet embodies the typical characteristics of Kuizhou in autumn. The poet looked up at the endless rustling leaves and looked down at the endless rolling river. While writing about the scenery, he expressed his feelings affectionately. Endless and inexhaustible, it makes the rustling roll more vivid, which reminds people of the rustling of fallen trees and the surging Yangtze River, and invisibly conveys the feeling that youth is fleeting and ambition is hard to pay. Through the gloomy and sad dialogue, it shows superb brushwork, and there is indeed a majestic momentum of "building a palace to Osaka" and "injecting a hundred rivers into the east". It is reasonable for predecessors to call it "the absolute step of the past and the present" and "the transformation in the sentence"
A poem describing the tough body of the old man, urgent! 1, white-haired beauty
Idiom allusion: gray hair and rosy complexion. Describe the old man's radiant face.
The origin of the idiom: Song's anonymous "Xuanhe Huapu Road": (Xu Zhichang) Once upon a time, he had a chronic disease. When he met a stranger, he got the skill of cultivation, but he thanked the doctor with medicine, and he was white-haired and beautiful, and he really gained something. "
White hair and ruddy hair-health of the elderly
Yan Jie: Skin color. The crane has white hair like feathers and a ruddy face like a child. Describe the old man as good-looking.
What are the poems describing the body? I don't know how weak my muscles are, but Chueh-hsin is too lazy to go upstairs. I don't care whether I look thin in the mirror or not.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
Partridge Swan Lake returns as Xin Qiji.
The pillow creek club is very cold. Break the clouds and collect the water at night. Red-violet snuggled up to each other like a drunk, and Bai Niao was speechless and worried.
This book is aggressive. Let's have a rest. A hill and a valley are also romantic. I don't know how weak my muscles are, but Chueh-hsin is too lazy to go upstairs.
Who abandoned Feng Yansi's long leisure?
Who knows how to throw leisure a little longer? Every spring comes, melancholy remains. I often get sick before spending every day, but I don't care if I look thin in the mirror.
Why do willows on the green and black embankment by the river worry about new things every year? The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.
Gordon Dufu
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
Poems about lonely old people. . What are there? White-haired and old, I can't catch up with things.
Looking back, when I was young, my heart was high and my road was not curved, so I would retreat.
I hope young people realize that no one around them knows anything.
Regret being young, but don't cherish loving the old.
A poem expressing the health of the elderly.