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.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. Comments: This is a sentimental poem written by Su Dongpo after he dreamed that his beloved concubine Wang Chaoyun would die one day.
Simple and sincere affection, you will be moved by affection every time you finish reading it. Separated by yin and yang, reunion can only be expected in a dream. What Su Dongpo can't give up ten years later is the kind of affection that affects each other.
What he can't stand is not the loss of vigorous love, but the loneliness of a person after losing his partner. "Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty and your temples are like frost." What you see in your dreams are trivial fragments of the past lives of your deceased relatives.
Because in those trivial things, there is an indelible affection. What is the highest state of love in the world of mortals? Holding your hand is a realm, caring for each other is a realm, and life and death are also a realm.
In this world, there is the most dignified and profound love, called dependence. It is a long-term infiltration and a warmth that blends into each other's lives.
2. "Operator" Li Chi Ngai I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and Jun lives at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
Comments: Li Zhiyi's poem is only forty-five words, but it is short and affectionate. The whole poem revolves around the Yangtze River, expressing men and women's yearning for love and resentment against separation.
At the beginning, I wrote that two people are thousands of miles apart, which means that it is difficult to meet each other, and the lovesickness sees the depth. At the end of the sentence, write "* * * drink", and the two places are connected by water and communicate with each other; Melting love into water, using water as a metaphor for love, the affection is equally endless, expressing the heroine's persistent pursuit and eager expectation for love.
The whole word is full of feelings, progressive and reciprocating, but the feelings are ups and downs in just a few words. 3. "The Book of Songs and the Wind Drum" drums are bored and actively use soldiers.
Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone. From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty.
No, I'm going home. I'm worried. Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it.
Comments: This poem expresses the feelings of soldiers who have served abroad for many years about their hometown and their wives. Among them, "life and death are rich, Zicheng said.
The phrase "hold your hand and grow old with your son" has dumped countless people who are eager for happy love and become the best endorsement of the pledge of eternal love. I told you, I will hold your hand and grow old with you.
This is the highest state of love, and the highest state of love is a dull fleeting time. 4. Evil is evil! 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! Comments: From the folk songs of Han Yuefu. This is a love song, which is the hero's own oath: the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and love is faithful. This is an infatuated woman's deep confession to her lover.
After taking the oath of calling heaven, the protagonist in the poem bluntly hopes to "know the monarch and live long" and turn to ink from the perspective of "not dying with him". "There are five impossible things to show his undying love, and profound whimsy is impossible. This emphasizes the hero's eternal love.
5. "Travel and Travel" Travel and travel, you are separated from your life. Since then, you and I have traveled thousands of miles, I am in heaven, and you are in heaven.
It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and it will be safe. North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch.
The longer they are apart, the wider they become and the thinner they become. Wandering clouds cover the sun, and wanderers are reluctant to return in foreign countries.
Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end. There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.
Comments: This is the song of a prime minister's thoughts in the turbulent years at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. Although the author's name was lost in the process of circulation, it still makes people feel sad and unprovoked, and was moved by the heroine's sincere and painful call for love.
The simple and fresh folk song style in the poem and the overlapping and repetitive form of internal rhythm show the psychological characteristics of oriental women who love acacia. Sixth, "The Fairy of the Magpie Bridge" Qin Guan's thin clouds are smart, flying stars pass on grievances, and both silver and Chinese are dark.
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. Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge! If two people have a long-term relationship, sooner or later! Comments: Queqiao Fairy was originally written for the love story of Cowherd and Weaver Girl.
Through the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, the joys and sorrows of the world are expressed in a superhuman way. The last sentence gave the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl deep comfort: As long as they love each other till death do us part, why should they be so affectionate? This shocking stroke sublimated the whole word to a new ideological height.
The author denies vulgar life and praises eternal and faithful love. Seven, "Qiu Yan Ci" Yuan Hao asked what the world is like and taught him to commit himself to life and death.
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 a saying, Wan Li's cloud, Qian Shan's snow, only to whom. Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, 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. Comments: In those days, Yuan Haowen went to Bingzhou to try and met a goose catcher on the way.
The goose catcher told Yuan Haowen a strange thing that happened today: he set a net to catch a goose today and caught one, but one escaped. Unexpectedly, the wild goose didn't fly away, but hovered over him for a while, and then fell to the ground and died.
Yuan Haowen looked at the two geese in the hands of the wild goose catcher, and his mood was difficult for a while. I bought these two geese with money, buried them on the bank of Fenhe River, erected a monument as a memorial, named "Qiu Yan", and wrote this poem "Qiu Yan Ci".
Looking back at Shuangyan, "all over the world" went south for the winter in winter, and returned north in spring. "Several times in cold and summer" both flew in, living together and loving each other deeply. There are both happy reunion and bitter parting, but no force can separate them.
Moreover, after the "trap breaks the amphibious dream", the lover has passed away and can live alone! So the "quitter" made up his mind to follow the grave and "throw himself into the river".
2. Ask for some sentences about "past life and afterlife" love. It is a habit, a regret, or a necessity of life for a person to hide in the silent night and criticize the passage of time, and to sigh in the boring night wind and lament the fragility of love and the shallowness of fate.
Perhaps fate has long been doomed, and I will pursue something somewhere, perhaps just a feeling, a nostalgia and an expectation. Then, I am still confused and continue to wander in confusion. In a previous life, I couldn't leave you alone.
In this life, I can't give up the responsibility with you. There is an irresistible agreement between you and me in the afterlife.
Therefore, in this life, you and I can only pass by. Life is a circle, but I can't escape you.
The so-called forever, perhaps just belongs to someone, and those who pursue the heart and beautiful memories. No matter how beautiful the day is, it is also a pity if there is no concern. Maybe there will be a short pause in footsteps, maybe there will be an instant of eye contact, maybe it will bring warmth to each other, maybe there will be too much joy.
All the stories are over, all the dreams are silent. At this time of day, some people leave, some people return, and some people continue to wait.
3. Looking for poems from past lives.
You play the piano by hand, carefree and elegant as a fairy.
I am arrogant and unruly, and I am full of domineering.
The wind is melodious with the music.
Water reflects a smile like a flower.
You whisper softly:
Naiheqiao waited for three years.
Suddenly the wind and cloud are cold and roar like thunder.
Still smiling like a flower, Yi married someone else.
Xiao broke the string, with a bitter face and tears.
When the sword pierces the heart, your blood and mine splash.
This growing hatred, this life.
this life
Light blue sky
There is still an innocent cloud hanging.
I took away the other side of my previous life.
Looking for a figure that makes my heart ache
Heaven has no pity.
Yi has long been in the arms of others and is extremely happy.
I'm the only one left, crying silently in front of the sansheng stone.
Abandoned the war, abandoned the domineering.
From this time on.
Green hills and clouds, empty mountains.
In Dongliting, chamomile drinks.
4. A beautiful story about Past Lives: Let's start with Jiangchengzi, where Su Shi was born and died for ten years, which is unforgettable without thinking.
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.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. Comments: This is a sentimental poem written by Su Dongpo after he dreamed that his beloved concubine Wang Chaoyun would die one day.
Simple and sincere affection, you will be moved by affection every time you finish reading it. Separated by yin and yang, reunion can only be expected in a dream. What Su Dongpo can't give up ten years later is the kind of affection that affects each other.
What he can't stand is not the loss of vigorous love, but the loneliness of a person after losing his partner. "Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty and your temples are like frost." What you see in your dreams are trivial fragments of the past lives of your deceased relatives.
Because in those trivial things, there is an indelible affection. What is the highest state of love in the world of mortals? Holding your hand is a realm, caring for each other is a realm, and life and death are also a realm.
In this world, there is the most dignified and profound love, called dependence. It is a long-term infiltration and a warmth that blends into each other's lives.
Second, "Operator" Li Chi Ngai I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
Comments: Li Zhiyi's poem is only forty-five words, but it is short and affectionate. The whole poem revolves around the Yangtze River, expressing men and women's yearning for love and resentment against separation.
At the beginning, I wrote that two people are thousands of miles apart, which means that it is difficult to meet each other, and the lovesickness sees the depth. At the end of the sentence, write "* * * drink", and the two places are connected by water and communicate with each other; Melting love into water, using water as a metaphor for love, the affection is equally endless, expressing the heroine's persistent pursuit and eager expectation for love.
The whole word is full of feelings, progressive and reciprocating, but the feelings are ups and downs in just a few words. Third, "The Book of Songs, High Wind Drumming" drummed its boredom and actively used troops.
Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone. From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty.
No, I'm going home. I'm worried. Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
Butterfly lovers's Four Poems: Reading the Missing of Orchid Garden in Past Life.
5. Poems related to reincarnation in past lives are old spirits on Sansheng Stone, so it is unnecessary to admire the moon and sing the wind; Shamed lovers come from afar, although the opposite sex still exists.
If people can be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in the world, then, I love, what was our previous life like? If you are a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan, I am the one you miss under your wrist. If you are the urchin who plays truant, I am the brand-new marble that fell out of your schoolbag, watching you unconsciously walk in the grass by the roadside.
If I were a monk with a wall, I would be a burning incense in front of the temple and spend a quiet time with you. So when we meet in this life, we always feel a little unfinished, just in a trance, unable to tell you in detail.
On that day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant fog of the temple and suddenly heard the truth in your ode; That January, I shook all the prayer tubes, not to cross, but to touch your fingertips; That year, I kowtowed and climbed on the mountain road, not to see you, but to keep your warmth; At that time, I turned the landscape into a stupa, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road. That January, I gently turned all the prayer tubes, not to cross, but to touch your fingerprints; That year, I kowtowed and hugged the dust, not for the Buddha, but for your warmth; At that time, I searched all over the mountains, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road; However, on that night, I forgot everything, abandoned faith and reincarnation, just because the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha had already lost its former glory.