What are the poems about caring 1? What are the poems about caring?
That's disgusting. I copied my study results. Obviously, the landlord who answered first should strongly despise the upstairs. 1. Acacia is hard to describe, and dreams are unfounded. Only the return is. 2. Yu Di's voice is broken, and spring goes and spring comes. I hate it. At this moment, I'm going to ask Dong Jun. 3. Recite new words when you meet. Never mind the hedge, chrysanthemum yellow. 5. don't leave chaos, forget to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow. So that you can rely on the geese, and the east is not as far as Penglai. 6. pour all over your body, but you are not in the mood. Where are people? Even the sky is a tree, and there is no way back. 7. If you want to go to the fence, people won't care as much as mountains. 8. If you want to leave the fragrance and stay in the wine, the phoenix tree will fall in the west wind, but it is crisp in autumn and lonely. 9. If you cherish it, I don't know how long you will stay from now on. If you have good feelings, why do you have to remember more? Zepan Dongli
Clearer, more fragrant and darker. Empty makes pedestrians heartbroken and linger on horses.
2. What are the poems about caring?
It's disgusting. I copied my study results. Obviously, I answered first. The landlord should strongly despise the upstairs.
1. Acacia is hard to describe, dreams and souls have no basis, only return.
2. The jade flute breaks people's place, and spring goes again, so I am responsible for returning home. I hate this situation, so I'm going to ask Dong Jun on this occasion.
3. I met you late and recited strange words and sentences. Salt wadding is what people say. Now we are haggard, but we have left tears, just like Huang Meiyu.
It is better to get drunk before parting than to bear the brunt of chrysanthemum.
5. Say goodbye to confusion and never forget to leave. The wine is deep and the wine is shallow, which makes you pass the book and the geese, and the east is far from Penglai.
I'm tired, but I'm not in the mood. Where are people? Even the sky is a tree, looking at the way back.
7. going to the bar is crowded with people.
8. Fragrance and wine are broken, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. The phoenix tree falls, the autumn is crisp and lonely.
I don't know how long I will stay from now on, but I don't know how long I will stay.
10. Clearer, more fragrant and darker. Empty makes pedestrians heartbroken and linger on horses.
3. Ancient poems about caring
Worry poem
1, there should be no hate. When will it grow into a circle? . -Su Shi's "Water Tune Songs"
2, sad and sad. -Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs, Less Life"
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it frosted already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
4, cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is parting, not the general taste in my heart. -Li Yu's "Hui Huan"
5, peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of rivers and lakes night rain. -Huang Tingjian's "Send the Yellow Number Back"
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . -Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother
7. I think alone at the bottom of the river, and the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year. -Zhao Wei's "Jiang Lou Qing"
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
9. It's easier to see when you're away. As soon as the water falls, it's gone. -Li Yu's "Langtaosha"
10, the moon is bright tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into. -Wang Jian's "Send Du Langzhong on the fifteenth night of the full moon"
1 1. I advise you to drink one more glass of wine. There's no reason to go out. -Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"
12, the seashore is like a sword, and Qiu Lai gives up her heart everywhere. How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see! -Dai Shulun's "Hao Chu sees the mountains with the great master and sends friends to Beijing"
13, the last time we met in the flowers, we broke up in the flowers, and it has been one year in bloom today. -Wei, "To My Friends and"
14, the cold light of the hotel does not sleep alone, and the guest's heart turns sad. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. -Gao Shi "Night Shift"
15, Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. -Gao Shi "Don't be big"
16, now, near my village, I dare not ask a question when I meet people. -Song Wenzhi "Du Dayu Ling"
17, everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like the old mountain. -Si Kongtu's Five Books
18, Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest. -Nineteen ancient poems "Walking and Re-walking"
19, I passed, Yangliu is Yiyi; The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. -"The Book of Songs Xiaoya and Cai Wei"
20, suitable for all ages, leaving home, the local accent has not changed. -He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book
2 1, where is hometown, unless you are drunk. -Li Qingzhao's "Bodhisattva Man"
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei in full bloom? -Wang Wei's Three Miscellaneous Poems
23. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. -Li Bai's "To Wang Lun"
24, only in front of the mirror lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past. -What's "Two Hometown Couplets"
25. after people return to geese, they think about flowers before. -Xue Daoheng's "Homecoming"
26, only the inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three spring rays. -Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons
27. Elegy can be crying or angelica in the distance. -Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy"
28. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn. -Du Mu's farewell
29. I miss my relatives every holiday. -Wang Wei's "Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain"
30. hate is like spring grass, getting farther and farther. -South Li Yu's "Qingping Music"
3 1, the day of departure is far away, and the day of clothing is slow. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems Travel and Travel"
32. It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening. -Du Fu's "To Wei Ba and Chu Shi"
4.20 Poems about Missing Hometown
The homesick poem "Silent Night Thinking" (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai's bed feet are bright, is there frost? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. "A note to friends in the north on a rainy night" (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin asked that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool in the evening.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. "Looking at the Post Station" (Tang) Bai Juyi Jing' an's home has a window willow, and flowers are thrown on the ground in front of the post station.
Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families. "Nanpu Bie" (Tang) Bai Juyi Nanpu is sad, and the west wind is curling in autumn.
Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back. Night Thinking on the Winter Solstice Day in Handan (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi thought about the Winter Solstice Day in Handan, accompanied by the shadow of the lamp with his arms around his knees.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. "Dengguazhou" (Northern Song Dynasty) Wang Anshi's Jingkou Guazhou is a water room, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? Farewell to Jingmen Ferry (Tang) Li Bai sailed to Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
New Year's Works (Tang Dynasty) The New Year only deepened my yearning for Liu Changqing and added a lonely tear to an exile. People who are exiled in old age rush ahead of me in spring.
The monkey came down from the mountain and pestered me. I was tortured like a bodyguard, so when will this day come?
Qiu Si (Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji saw the autumn wind in Luoyang City and wanted the writer to write a meaningful book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
"Sauvignon Blanc" (Qing) Nalanxing Deshan is a journey, the water is a journey, the body is going, and the night is a thousand lights. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
In addition to the night work (Tang) hotel, the cold light alone does not sleep, why does the guest's heart become sad? My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. Miscellaneous Poems (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei, you come from my old country and tell me what happened there! .
Leaning against the window and opening the first cold flower tomorrow? ? "Mountain Holidays Miss Shandong Brothers" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei is a stranger in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Rainy Rain, Tang Juyi, Tanke Sashige, is deep here. In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast.
Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops. How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano.
"Cold food is in the guest" Li Tang's trip is cold food, homesick tears. The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain.
The muscles of the ribs came late, but the insects were tired of drinking, only for singing. How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing.
"Qiu Si by the River" Don Du Xunhe drove his horse down the river, and his homesickness grew step by step. Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and then lose the cicada sound.
Long road of autumn crops, about the ancient city of Leng Yun. The family is poor and rich, and there is no land to return to farming.
"Seeing Friends Crossing the South of the Yangtze River" Where is the homesickness in Tang Zhang Qiao, the world is turbulent. The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn.
Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat. When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone.
"Tianjingsha Qiu Si" [Yuan] The old vines in Ma Zhiyuan are faint, the bridges are flowing, and the ancient roads are thin and thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
"Seeing Friends Crossing the South of the Yangtze River" Where is the homesickness in Tang Zhang Qiao, the world is turbulent. The shore is long and the group is late, and the lake is wide and sails in autumn.
Buy wine over fishermen, divide the lights and fish the boat. When Xiaoxiang sees a goose, it is advisable to travel alone.
"Homesickness" Tang did not thank for going north, and the letter from Yunnan did not return. If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door.
Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face. Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains.
Homesickness Beyond the River Tang Wei Zhuang is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows it. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain, Wang Wan, under the green hill, we meandered forward, me and my boat, along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my emissary and wild goose to Luoyang:
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5. What are the poems about missing?
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. At this point, the night is awkward.
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.
If the road dust is raised and the cement is muddy, when can we meet in harmony?
Acacia says acacia under the tree, but Silang hates Mandy.
The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
How many nights do you miss each other? The ends of the earth are not long.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -
Ask the world what love is and teach life and death.
There is no arrangement in the world for an inch of acacia.
After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia.
I just hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you don't miss it.
6. Missing poems
Missing poems
1. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection, No.4.
2. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it frosted already? . -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
3. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. -Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
4. When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during the festive season. -Wang Wei's "Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain"
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. -Wang Wei's "Acacia"
6. linglong dice Ann Monkey Bean, do you know how much you miss it? -The article "Two Songs of Nan Gezi"
7. I don't know who to talk to about lovesickness. -Yan's Sauvignon Blanc.
8. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
9. Looking back at the flowers lazily is half qualified. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection, No.4.
10. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
1 1. If you don't miss your life, you will miss it and it will hurt you. -Xu Zaisi's "Gui Ling Chun Qing"
12. I just hope your heart is the same as mine. Don't miss it. -Li Chi Ngai's operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River.
7. What are the missed ancient poems?
Wang Wei, acacia soup, when those red berries come in spring, they blush on the branches of your southern country? People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Evil, evil is in Han Yuefu! 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! Cuihu, the capital of Nanzhuang in the Tang Dynasty, last year, peach blossoms set each other off.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. Zhuzhici (3) By the Yangliuqing River in Yuxi, Liu Tang, I heard the songs on the Langjiang River.
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny. Thinking of Yuan Zhen in the Tang Dynasty, the sea is difficult for water, and amber is forever.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. Farewell (two) Tang Du Muping has more than thirteen songs, and cardamom is the first song in early February.
The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain. Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning. Untitled Tang Li Shangyin's time was far before I met her, but it was even longer. After we parted, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . Untitled Tang Li Shangyin's star last night, the wind last night, the west of the studio and the east of Guixiangtang.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which is the interval of youth.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it! A note to a friend in Bei Tang on a rainy night Li Shangyin asked about the untimely return date, and the rain rose to Qiuchi in the evening. When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it says it will rain late.
Du Qiuniang in the Tang Dynasty advised you not to cherish golden clothes, and to cherish youth. When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.
Song of Eternal Sorrow Tang Bai Juyi, an emperor of China, longed for beauty enough to shake the whole empire. He reigned for many years and searched everywhere, but found nothing. 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.
Singing and dancing slowly, the emperor's eyes can't stare at her enough. 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. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
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? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. 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.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
In the Northern Song Dynasty, Su Mu Gai Fan Zhongyan turned blue and yellow. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.
The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.
Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Sleep every night unless you have a good dream.
High-rise buildings in Yue Ming are exclusive. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Qin Guan, the fairy of Queqiao in the Northern Song Dynasty, is delicate and smart, and the flying stars spread grievances, and the silver and the Han are far away from darkness. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
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. If the relationship between two people lasts for a long time, is it a matter of time? In the Northern Song Dynasty, Liu Yong in Yulin Ridge was cold and sad, Changting 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 staring at tears, there is no rain to choke.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
A glass of wine from Yan Shu's new song "Huanxisha" in Northern Song Dynasty. The weather was old last year. When did the sun set? Helpless, let the flowers fall, as if I had met Yan's return, and Xiaoyuan Xiangjing wandered alone. Liu Yong, Liang Yusheng in the Northern Song Dynasty, leans on a dangerous building, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.
Who will rely on silence in the afterglow of grass smoke? I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. Clothes belt