Poems about others 1. Poems about others
On the stranger, the birds crow and the grass smokes, and the fish scales wind wrinkles the water into lines.
Red beans in the south of the Yangtze River are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you. -"Mourning Poems" (Qing Dynasty) when those red berries come in springtime, Wang Shizhen, flushing on your southland branches.
take home an armful, for my sake, as a symbol of our love. "Acacia" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei cut Mei Song Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance and the jade withered autumn, lightly untied Luo Shang, and went to the lotus boat alone.
Who sent the brocade book in the cloud? When the word geese came back, the moon was full in the West Building. Flowers drift from water to water, one kind of acacia, two places of leisure sorrow.
There's nothing I can do to get rid of this feeling, so I frown, but I feel it. Sauvignon Blanc Tang Li Bai Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an, the winding latitudes are singing golden jinglan, the frost is bleak and the pool is cold, the high lantern flickers; and deeper grows my longing, I lift the shade and, with many a sigh, gaze upon the moon, single as a flower, centred from the clouds, above, I see the blueness and deepness of sky, there are waves of green water, and the soul flies far and wide, and can I dream through the gateway, over the mountain? and Sauvignon Blanc are heartbreaking! Autumn wind words Tang Li Bai autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, Western jackdaw is amazed, and when lovesickness meets, it is embarrassing at this time. I am lovesick, knowing that I am lovesick, I am lovesick, and I remember my looks, and my short lovesickness is endless. If I had known it, it would have stirred people's hearts. Why didn't I know each other? Poems by others (2) I live at the head of the Yangtze River and the tail of the Yangtze River in Li Zhiyi in the Northern Song Dynasty. I miss you every day, and I drink the water from the Yangtze River. When will this water stop? When will this hate be? I only hope that your heart is like mine, and you will not miss me! Untitled Tang Li Shangyin the stars of last night and the wind of last night, are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall, though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn, across the spring-wine, while it warms me, I prompt you how to bet, where, group by group, we are throwing dice in the light of a crimson lamp, till the rolling of a drum, alas, calls me to my duties, and I mount my horse and ride away, like a water-plant cut adrift! Untitled Tang Li Shangyin a misty rain comes blowing with a wind from the east, and wheels faintly thunder beyond Hibiscus Pool.
The golden toad is locked and burned incense, the jade tiger tells, on its cord, of water being drawn. The king of the prince of Wei dreamed that he was a young and beautiful girl, and that the prince of Wei had a dream of keeping a pillow and composing a poem.
Never mind the flowers, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?! Untitled Tang Li Shangyin went to Mochou Hall, where rapture lasts the whole night long. The goddess of Wu mountain, the king of Chu, was originally a dream; Qingxi's sister - in - law residence, this alone has no lang.
storms are ravishing the nut-horns, moon-dew sweetening cinnamon-leaves. Although fully aware of love sickness, no good health; I am infatuated with the end, fall a lifetime Qing.
remembering my brothers on a moonlight night Tang Du Fu a wanderer hears drums portending battle, a wild goose sounds in autumn. Dew changes to frost since tonight, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!
o my brothers, lost and scattered, what is life to me without you?. Letters to Luoyang city often cannot be sent to, and the war is often not stopped.
and others' poems (3) "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night" Tang Libai's Yu Di flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to feel homesick.
Midnight Wu Ge, Tang Libai, Autumn Songs, a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding. The autumn wind blows the sound of Daoyi, every family remembers the people who guard the frontier.
oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered, and my husband come back from the long campaign!? Winter Song, the courier will depart next day, she's told, she sews a warrior's gown all night. The Slender hands were cold, not to mention the cold scissors to cut out the garments.
the work is done, she sends it far away, when will it reach the town where warriors stay?? "a message to han chuo the yangzhou magistrate" Tang Du Mu's friend Qingshan is faint with water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. Twenty-four Bridges on the moonlit night, where do jade people teach blowjobs?
"note on a rainy night to a friend in the north" Tang Li Shangyin's late wife Jun asked about the return date, and evening rain rose to the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain.
"on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong" Tang Wangwei is a stranger in a foreign land alone, and he misses his relatives twice every festive season. Think of the brothers body boarded up high, will also because of less than I have a regret.
Poems by others (IV) Thinking that Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty was once difficult to cross the sea, but forever amber was difficult to cross. Hurried by the flowers in the walk, lazy look back; This reason, half because of the ascetic ascetic, half because of you once you.
on meeting a messenger to the capital Tang Censhen's hometown is a long way to the east, and the double-sleeved dragon bell cries. Meet you at once, without pen and paper, please tell my family that I am safe.
People miss home every day. It was only seven days in spring in Xue Daoheng in Sui Dynasty, and they have been away from home for two years. The days of returning home are behind the birds returning to the earth, but the idea of going home is there before the spring flowers are open.
It's been ten frosts in Bingzhou, the guest house of Tang and Liu Zao in Shuofang, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry dry water, but I hope that Bing is my hometown.
On a spring night in Los Angeles, I heard the flute, Tang Li Bai, whose Yu Di was flying secretly, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to feel homesick.
Extended reading: Poems about others. 1. I don't regret it when my clothes are getting wider, which makes people haggard because of Iraq. -Liu Yong's "Fengqiwu" 2. Life and death are broad, and Zicheng said.
hold your hand and grow old with your son. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs, High Wind and Drumming" 3. If the two feelings last for a long time, they are still in the morning and evening.
-Qin Guan's Queqiao Fairy 4. When will Acacia meet? At this time, this night is embarrassing. -Li Bai's "Three-Five-Seven Words" 5. There is a beauty, and I don't forget it. If I don't see it for a day, I think it is crazy.
-Anonymous "Feng Qiu Huang Qin Ge" 6. This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends. -Zheng Chouyu's "Farewell" 7. If you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter, and that I am lovesick for a long time, but I am lovesick for a short time.
-Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words" 8. Once the sea was difficult for water, forever amber. -Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems from Thinking" 9. If you raise the dust on the road, if you muddy the cement, when will you meet? -Cao Zhi's "The Bright Moon on a Tall Building" 1. Disappointment should be the same after parting, and it is the most difficult to clear up grievances in the moon.
-Yu Meiren by Nalan Xingde! ! .
2. Poems about others
1. The Guest
[Song] Zhao Shixiu
It rains every family in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
If you don't come to midnight on an appointment, you will knock the chess pieces and drop them in snuff.
Translation
Plum Huang Shi, every family was covered in the rain, and there were bursts of frogs on the edge of the pond covered with grass.
It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess piece bored and knocked off the knot in the wick when I lit the oil lamp.
2, "note on a rainy night to a friend in the north"
[Tang] Li Shangyin
Jun Wen's return is not yet due, and evening rain is in the autumn pool.
when * * * cuts the candle at the west window, but talks about evening rain.
Translation
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say for sure. Bashan is flooded with rain overnight, and the autumn pool is full.
When will you go home? * * Cut the candle flowers in the west window and tell them face to face. What's the taste of evening rain?
3, "on meeting a messenger to the capital"
[Tang] Cen Can
There is a long way to go in the east of the old garden, and the double-sleeved dragon bell cries.
I'll meet you immediately without paper and pen, and I'll report my peace with your message.
Translation
Looking east to my hometown is a long and long journey, and tears are still flowing on my wet sleeves.
There is no pen and paper when I meet you immediately. Please tell my family that I am safe.
4. People miss home every day
[Northern and Southern Dynasties] Xue Daoheng
It's only seven days since spring, and it's been two years since he left home.
when people fall into the wild goose, they think before the flowers.
Translation
It has been seven days since spring, and it has been two years since I left home.
the day of going home will fall behind the geese flying north in the spring, but the idea of going home existed before the spring flowers came out.
5.
[Tang] Li Bai
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright,
The fallen leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw is surprised again.
when will lovesickness meet? Friends looking forward to meet, but do not know where, this time, such night, acacia dream difficult.
If you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter.
Long-term lovesickness looks like a memory, but short-term lovesickness is endless.
If I had known it, I would have never met you.
Translation
The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is clear.
The leaves in the wind gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw has already lived, but she is awakened by the bright moon.
My friends are looking forward to meeting each other, but I don't know when, at this time, and on such a night, it's hard to miss each other.
when you walk into the door of lovesickness, you know the pain of lovesickness.
Forever lovesickness is always a memory, but short lovesickness is endless.
If I had known that acacia was so entangled in my heart, I would have never known each other in the first place.
3. Describe the poem
"Mourning Poem" (Qing Dynasty) written by others. Wang Shizhen
On the stranger, the birds are singing and the grass is smoked, and the fish scales are wrinkled with water. Red beans in the south of the Yangtze River are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.
Acacia (Tang) Wang Wei
when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches. Hope miss the person to collect more, Xiao Xiao red bean caused people.
a cut of plum, song and Li Qingzhao
The fragrant lotus root leaves the jade in the autumn, so I can untie Luo Shang and go to the lotus boat alone. Who sent the brocade book in the cloud, when the word goose came back, the moon was full of the west building.
flowers drift from water to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure sorrow. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to mind.
Acacia Tang and Li Bai
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an, is singing in the winding latitudes, with golden jinglan, slightly frosty and bleak pool, cold color, the high lantern flickers; and deeper grows my longing, I lift the shade and, with many a sigh, gaze upon the moon, single as a flower, centred from the clouds and above, I see the blueness and deepness of sky, where there are waves of green water, and the soul is far away and bitter, can I dream through the gateway, over the mountain?, Sauvignon Blanc, destroying the heart and soul!
Autumn wind words Tang Libai
Autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves are still scattered, Western jackdaw's habitat is full of surprises, and when lovesickness will meet, at this time, I am embarrassed at night, and I am lovesick, knowing that my lovesickness is bitter, and my lovesickness is endless. If I had known it, it would have stirred people's hearts. Why didn't I know each other at the beginning?
Li Zhiyi in the Northern Song Dynasty
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and the monarch is at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, and I drink the Yangtze River water. When will this water stop? When has this hatred been over? I only hope that your heart is like mine, and you will not miss me!
Untitled Tang Li Shangyin
the stars of last night and the wind of last night, are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall, though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn, across the spring-wine, while it warms me, I prompt you how to bet, where, group by group, we are throwing dice in the light of a crimson lamp, till the rolling of a drum, alas, calls me to my duties, and I mount my horse and ride away, like a water-plant cut adrift!
Untitled Tang Li Shangyin
a misty rain comes blowing with a wind from the east, and wheels faintly thunder beyond Hibiscus Pool. There are locks of the golden toad incense burner, cigarette wrapped in elegant, like the yuhu pulley, traction rope to draw the well water. The king of the prince of Wei dreamed that he was a young and beautiful girl, and that the prince of Wei had a dream of keeping a pillow and composing a poem. Never stop, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?!
Untitled Tang Li Shangyin
Deeply mourn for Mochou Hall, where rapture lasts the whole night long. The goddess of Wu mountain, the king of Chu, was originally a dream; Qingxi's sister - in - law residence, this alone has no lang. I am the weak ling branch, biased by the storm; I am a bell Fang, but no incense leaves. Although fully aware of love sickness, no good health; I am infatuated with the end, fall a lifetime Qing.
remembering my brothers on a moonlight night Tang Du Fu
a wanderer hears drums portending battle, a wild goose sounds in autumn. Dew changes to frost since tonight, how much brighter the moonlight is at home! All the brothers were scattered, and no family could inquire about life and death. Letters to Luoyang city often cannot be sent to, and the war is often not stopped.
The sound of Yu Di's dark flying scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to feel homesick.
Autumn Song
a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding. The autumn wind blows the sound of Daoyi, every family remembers the people who guard the frontier. Oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered, and my husband come back from the long campaign!?
Winter Song
the courier will depart next day, she's told, she sews a warrior's gown all night. The Slender hands were cold, not to mention the cold scissors to cut out the garments. The work is done, she sends it far away, when will it reach the town where warriors stay??
"a message to han chuo the yangzhou magistrate" Tang Du Mu
The green hills are faintly covered with water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. Twenty-four Bridges on the moonlit night, where do jade people teach blowjobs?
"note on a rainy night to a friend in the north" Tang Li Shangyin
When the late wife Jun asked about her return, evening rain rose to the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain.
"on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong" Tang Wangwei
Being a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during festivals. Think of the brothers body boarded up high, will also because of less than I have a regret.
Thinking about Yuan Zhen in the Tang Dynasty
Once the sea was difficult for water, forever amber. Hurried by the flowers in the walk, lazy look back; This reason, half because of the ascetic ascetic, half because of you once you.
on meeting a messenger to the capital Tang Censhen
There is a long way to go in the east of my hometown, and I don't want to cry. Meet you at once, without pen and paper, please tell my family that I am safe.
People miss home every day in Xue Daoheng in Sui Dynasty
People were only seven days old in spring and have been away from home for two years. The days of returning home are behind the birds returning to the earth, but the idea of going home is there before the spring flowers are open.
It's been ten frost in the guest house and Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry dry water, but I hope that Bing is my hometown.
a flute is heard in L.A. on a spring night. Tang Li Bai
The sound of Yu Di flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills L.A.. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to feel homesick.
Liu Yong's "Fengqiwu"
Leaning against the dangerous wind, I look forward to the spring sorrow and feel gloomy in the sky. In the afterglow of grass, who will lean on the column without words?
I plan to get drunk and treat wine as a song, but I am still insipid, and my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard.
the book of songs, vigorous wind and drumming
drumming is boring, and soldiers are actively used. Tuguocheng Cao, I travel south alone.
From Sun Zizhong, Ping Chen and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried.
where do you live? Losing his horse? For it? Under the forest.
life and death are generous, and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
I'm rich, but I'm alive. I'm sorry, but I believe it.
Qin Guan's "The Fairy of the Que Bridge"
Thin clouds are clever, flying stars spread hatred, and silver and Han people cross in secret. On the seventh day of the autumn dew in the autumn, the meet meet, more than the world of those who are together, but the appearance husband and wife.
tenderness is like water, ritual is like a dream, and you can bear to take care of the magpie bridge and return home. As long as the two love us to the end, why covet the Herren of me?
Li Bai's Three Five Seven Words
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright,
The fallen leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw is surprised by its habitat.
when will lovesickness meet? Friends looking forward to meet, but do not know where, this time, such night, acacia dream difficult.
If you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter.
Long-term lovesickness looks like a memory, while short-term lovesickness is infinite.
If I had known it, I would have never met you.
4. Are there any poems about others
the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home but how much love has the inch-long grass, won three spring rays
.-Meng Jiao Youziyin
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 don't see you, so I drink the Yangtze River water.
when will this water stop and when will this hatred end? Just hope that your mind like my thoughts, will certainly not live up to this mutual miss.
-Li Zhiyi operator
It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
If you don't come to midnight on an appointment, you will knock the chess pieces and drop them in snuff.
---------Zhao Shixiu invited guests
The lotus root is fragrant with jade in the autumn, and Luo Shang is released lightly, and she goes to the lotus boat alone. Who sent the brocade book in the cloud, when the word goose came back, the moon was full of the west building. Flowers drift from water to water, one kind of acacia, two places of leisure sorrow. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to mind.
-Li Qingzhao cuts a plum
5. Poems describing others
the stars of last night and the wind of last night, are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall.
though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn.
across the spring-wine, while it warms me, I prompt you how to bet, where, group by group, we are throwing dice in the light of a crimson lamp.
till the rolling of a drum, alas, calls me to my duties, and I mount my horse and ride away, like a water-plant cut adrift.
1. How many lovesickness one-night stands are there?
2. There is a beauty, and I will never forget it. If I don't see it for a day, I will think like crazy.
3. I don't regret the widening of my belt, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
4. What's the evening? See this lover.
5. Who can complain about a loneliness? Foreword is always light.
6, for my heart, for your heart, only to know each other and remember each other deeply.
7, overlapping tears and sealed inscriptions, life is only difficult to die.
8. It used to be difficult for the sea to touch water, forever amber.
9, life and death are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
1. Remembering the monarch is like the west river, which flows eastward day and night without rest.