A poem about never looking back 1. What are the poems about never coming back?
The poem about "Never Look Back" is as follows:
1. You bury the mud under the spring to nail the bone, and I will send the snow all over the world. -Bai Juyi's dream in Tang Dynasty
2. If life is just like first sight, why worry about painting a fan in the autumn wind? -"Mulan Ci" by Nalan Xingde, a poet in Qing Dynasty. Antique rejects the words of Cambodian friends. "
3. Who wants the west wind to cool alone, and the rustling yellow leaves close the window and reminisce about the ancient sunset? -Qing Nalanxingde, "Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha"
4. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words. -The Southern Song Dynasty poet Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave" is the middle wall of Shuboshan Road.
5. The wind is crimson and the green leaves are full of branches. -The Poem of Distress by Du Mu, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty
First, you bury mud and nail bones under the spring, and I will send them to the snow world.
1. From Bai Juyi's Dream in Tang Dynasty.
2. The original poem: Dream at night, tears don't close in the morning. Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn. You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?
I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years. I think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being. Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?
Second, if life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?
1. Source: Mulan Ci. Antique words, written by the poet Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty.
2. The original poem: If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lushan language finished, it was half past midnight, tears poured down, and the bell finally stopped complaining about what it was like to be lucky.
Getting along with the right person should always be as sweet, warm, affectionate and happy as when we first met. But you and I should love each other, but why should we leave each other today? It's easy to change your heart now, but you say it's easy to change your heart in this world. Just like Tang He, you and I swore a life-and-death oath in the Palace of Eternal Life, but we finally said goodbye. Even so, we don't have any resentment. But how can Tang compare with that year? He has always made a vow to be a pair of birds and connect the branches with Yang Yuhuan.
Third, who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves close the window and think about the past.
1. Source: Huanxisha of Nalan Xingde's "Who Read the West Wind and Cool Alone" in Qing Dynasty.
2. The original poem: Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, nostalgic for the sunset. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
3. The autumn wind blows cold, who misses that lonely feeling? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past.
Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want.
Fourth, teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words.
1. Source: The Ugly Slave by Xin Qiji, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, is the middle wall of Shuboshan Road.
2. Original poem: Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But it is a cool autumn.
When people are young, they don't know the taste of sadness, and they like to climb high and look far. I like to climb high and see far, and I am reluctant to say that I am worried about writing a new word.
Now I have tasted sadness, but I want to say it but I can't say it. I want to say it, but I can't say it. What a cool autumn!
Fifth, the wind is crimson and the green leaves are full of branches.
1. Source: Poems of Sorrow by Du Mu, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty.
2. Original poem: It is natural to go to school late in spring, so there is no need to be upset. The vicissitudes of nature make flowers wither, spring has passed, green leaves are lush, fruits are heavy, and it is almost the harvest season.
Just because I went to Chunguang late, I don't have to complain about bloom with melancholy. The wind blew away the bright red flowers, and now the leaves are shaded and the fruits are covered with branches.
2. What are some beautiful poems about not going back to the past?
Lu You, the author of One of the Shen Gardens, painted a picture of mourning in the sunset of the Song Dynasty. Shenyuan is not a pool platform revival, and the spring waves under the sad bridge are green. It used to be an amazing photo.
Yan, the author of Linjiang Xian, dreamed that the balcony was locked high and the curtains hung low after drinking. When hate came last spring, the fallen petal became independent, and Swift Qi Fei.
I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. On the pipa string, I said I was homesick. At that time, the moon was there, and I had come back according to the colorful clouds.
If the Qing life of Nalan Xingde, the author of Mulan Ci, Antique Ci and Cambodian Friends, is like the first time, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
Cui Hu, the author of "South Village of Capital", was in the Tang Dynasty. Today last year, at this gate, 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.
Jinse was written by Li Shangyin. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings of the Tang Dynasty, each with a youthful interval. 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? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
Further reading: 1. Lu You, the author of Two Poems of Shenyuan, painted a corner mourning in the sunset in Song Cheng, but Shenyuan didn't revive the pool platform. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
The horn on the wall seems to be wailing, and Shenyuan is no longer the original pavilion. Under that sad bridge, the spring water is still green. I have seen her beautiful silhouette here.
She has been dead for more than forty years, and I never dream of seeing her. The willow in Shenyuan is as old as me. Even Liu Mian is gone. I'm seventy years old and dying. I still came here to mourn, and tears fell.
2. Yan Chao, the author of "Linjiang Xianzi, the balcony is locked high after the dream", the balcony is locked high after the dream, and the drunken curtain is hung low. When hatred came last spring.
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se.
Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
Dream back to the balcony in the middle of the night, the door is locked, and the curtains hang down heavily after waking up all night. When last year's spring resentment came to mind, people were faint and independent in the falling flowers, and swallows were flying in the breeze and drizzle.
I remember seeing Xiaoping for the first time. She is wearing a sweater with two heavy words on it. Pipa playing committee pour out lovesickness.
At that time, the bright moon was still there, and it once returned with her colorful figure. 3. Nalan Xingde, the author of "Mulan Ci, Linyi Ancient Ci, Friends of Cambodia", why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind if life in the Qing Dynasty is first seen?
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain.
More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before. Getting along with the right person should always be as sweet, warm, affectionate and happy as when we first met.
But you and I should love each other, but why should we leave each other today? It's easy to change your heart now, but you say it's easy to change your heart in this world. Just like Tang He, you and I swore a life-and-death oath in the Palace of Eternal Life, but we finally said goodbye. Even so, we don't have any resentment.
But how can Tang compare with that year? He has always made a vow to be a pair of birds and connect the branches with Yang Yuhuan. 4. Cui Hutang, the author of "The Village in the South of the City", faced this day last year, and the peach blossoms in this door 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. Last winter, in this door, the girl's face set off a bright peach blossom.
When I came here again today, the girl didn't know where she had gone. Only peach blossoms are still smiling and blooming in the spring breeze. 5. Jinse is the work of Li Shangyin and Tang. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval.
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? Before I knew it, it had come and gone. Thumb piano has 25 strings, but even so, each string and syllable is enough to express the yearning for that wonderful time.
Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom. Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu.
The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls. Only then can Lantian in another place produce something as beautiful as smoke.
Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
3. I want to go home, I can't go back to poetry.
Write to my wife in the north on a rainy night.
[Author] Li Shangyin
[Full text] Jun 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.
Don Kong Shaoan
"Fallen Leaves" started the leaves in early autumn and fell like a guest. If you don't want to go down, you will still remember the forest.
Tangsong wenzhi
The article entitled "Dayuling Beiyou" said that the geese flying south turned back here this month. I wonder, will my own trip to the south be turned back? ?
The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. But tomorrow morning, over this mountain, you should meet Ling Toumei.
Tang Wangwei's Mountain Holiday Missing Shandong Brothers
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Tang Libai
Silent night thinking, so bright light at the foot of my bed, may there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Tang Libai
The bright moon in Guan Shanyue rises from the mountain of heaven, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Tang Gao Shi's Night Walk
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad. My hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and first frost will be next year.
Don duff
Fortunately, fireflies dare to fly near the sun because of rotten grass. You can order guest clothes when you are not near the book.
The curtain was blown small by the wind, and Dai Yu looked at Lin Wei. The frost is heavy in October, and it drifts irregularly.
Don duff
On the moonlit night, I remember my brothers guarding drums and breaking pedestrians, and the wild geese calling in the early autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. However, if a peacetime letter goes wrong, there is no truce.
Tang Dai Shulun's "Governing Sichuan Landscape"
Mao Ting in Matsushita is cool in May, and the Tingshayun tree is pale in the evening. On the road, endless homesickness rises, and green mountains and green waters seem to be their hometown.
Don Yili's "Sailing"
Liu Hua flew into the boat and lay down to attract Ling Hua to believe Biliu. It is said that the scenery is all over the Yangtze River and the weather is fine.
On Tang's "Watching the Elephant Wall Cry at Night"
The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
Qiu Si by Tang Zhangji
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. 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.
Wang Song Anshi is boating in Guazhou.
Guazhou in Jingkou is separated by several mountains. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Yi Jian Meizhou Guo Wujiang
Jiang Jie is in a state of spring anxiety.
The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs.
Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge,
The wind is blowing and the rain is rustling.
When will you go home and wash your robe?
The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.
Streams can easily throw people away, turn cherries red and plantains green.