Behind her closed window, why is she still waiting, looking at the glory of the autumn moon through the crystal glass? White. 2, "Nagato resentment" Liu Tang Changqing why Nagato closed, bead curtain only hung.
Move to the deep palace early in the month and move to the harem in the Spring Festival Evening. The grass grows idle, and the pear grows long.
Wheatgrass watched the wind blowing gratefully. 3. At midnight, Wu Ge, Qiu Ge, Tang and Li Bai, a bright moon hung high in the capital, and the streets were empty.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
4, "Spring Hatred, Pottery Screen Window Sunset Gradually Dusk" Liu Tang Fangping Screen Window Sunset Gradually Dusk, No one sees tears in the Golden House. Lonely and empty, spring comes late, and pear blossoms are everywhere.
5, "funeral march" Tang Wang Changling boudoir * * * I don't know how to worry, spring makeup on the brothel. Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have asked my husband to find Hou Feng.
6, "Spring Thoughts" Li Baiyan grass is like Beth, and the mulberry branches here are bent with green silk. When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
Spring breeze does not belong to acquaintances, so what does it matter? .
2. What are the poems of Sijun? 1. I don't see Song Jun and Li Chi Ngai every day.
Operator, I live at the source of the Yangtze River.
2. Always think of you in Song and Huang Gongdu.
Jade case: neighboring chickens don't care about suffering
3. You think of me and look back at Song Xin Qiqi.
Magnolia Slow Show Zhong Zhang Gu Shuai Xing Yuan
4. I miss you, I miss you, Song Sushi.
Farewell to Li Gongze in late spring.
I miss Cui Dunli in Song Jun.
Jiangwu Wangtai Rain and Chuqing
6. Broadband is the Song Department of the Fourth Army.
Linjiangxian listened to the magpie and immediately became anxious.
3. There is a saying to describe the idea of seeing a gentleman in The Book of Songs, Feng Wei Meng.
Embrace trade silk for self-protection. When robbers came to trade silk, they came to me. Sending a child involves gas, as for Dunqiu. When I was a robber, I had no good media. There is no anger in the child, and autumn lasts.
Take the other side of the wall to get back to the customs. I didn't see the resumption of customs, so I cried. Seeing the resumption of GATT, I was full of laughter and laughter. Well, Parr, the body is not responsible. Driving your car to bribe me to move.
Mulberry leaves flourish before they fall. There are no mulberries in the nest! I'm a woman, what's there to worry about! It can be said that scholars are worried. You can't say a woman is worried.
Mulberry fell, yellow, and fell. Self-pity, poor three years old. Qishui soup, curtain skirt. Women are unhappy, and scholars do their best. Scholars are also extremely useless.
Three years old, I am a woman, I am tired; Sleepless all night, there must be a dynasty. As for violence, what you say must be done. My brother didn't know, but he smiled. Calm down and think about it, and you will bow your head and feel sorry for yourself.
Being together always makes me complain. Qi has a shore and discipline has a plate. General's corner banquet, talking and laughing. Swear, forget it. On the contrary, I don't think about it. I'm already embarrassed!
4. Qiu Sijun 1' s poem "A Plum Autumn Lotus Root with Residual Jade"
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Translation:
The lotus flower is exhausted, the fragrance has disappeared, and the bamboo mat is as cold as jade, showing a strong autumn. Gently take off the silk skirt and lie on the bed alone. Looking up at the distant sky, where white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? It's time for the geese to line up and return to the south line by line. The moonlight is bright and soaking, and the lonely pavilion in the west is full.
Flowers, wandering by themselves, water, wandering by themselves, a kind of parting acacia, affecting two leisure worries. Ah, it can't be ruled out that this lovesickness, this sadness, has just disappeared from the frowning brow and is faintly entangled in my heart.
2. "Queqiao Fairy Cloud Trick"
Song dynasty: Qin Guan
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. 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. (Du Tong: Du)
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. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Translation:
Thin clouds are changing in the sky, meteors are conveying the sadness of acacia in the sky, and I quietly crossed the distant and boundless galaxy tonight. Tanabata meeting in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those couples who are together in the world.
* * * v. Acacia, tender as water, short will be like a dream, can't bear to see the magpie bridge road when leaving. As long as two people love each other till death do us part, why do you want to be very much in love?
3. Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
Translation:
A bright moon rises in the vast sea, and now you and I are facing each other at the ends of the earth.
All living beings hate the long moonlight and miss their loved ones all night.
Put out the candles and cherish the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes, feeling the cold at night.
I can't give you beautiful moonlight, I just hope to meet you in my sleep.
4. "When is the spring flower and autumn moon?"
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
When is the moon in spring and autumn? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the bright moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
Translation:
When does this year's time end? I know how many things happened in the past! Last night, the spring breeze blew from the small building again. How can I bear the pain of missing my hometown in this bright night?
Carefully carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the people I miss are aging. Ask me how much sadness I have in my heart, just like this endless spring water rolling east.
5, "357 words/autumn wind words"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright,
When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other.
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick.
Sauvignon Blanc is like a memory, but short acacia is infinite.
If I had known that acacia was tied in my heart like this, it would not be like you didn't know.
Translation:
The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright.
When the leaves in the wind gather and disperse, the western Western jackdaw has already inhabited and was awakened by the bright moon.
Friends are looking forward to meeting each other, but I don't know when, at this time, on such a night, the dream of lovesickness is hard to come true.
Walk into the door of lovesickness and know the pain of lovesickness.
Forever lovesickness, forever memories, short-lived lovesickness is endless.
If I had known that acacia was so entangled in my heart, I might as well have never met each other.
5. Thinking about Jun's Yuefu poem "Old Acacia"
You are like a bright moon, I am like a fog, and the fog hides with the moon.
You play the piano well and I dance well, but at the end of the song, people are indifferent.
Just because I think, when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk.
The soul will never regret when it goes with you, and lovesickness is bitter for you.
Acacia bitter, with whom? I don't know where you are.
Help the door think of your instructions, climb high and see the end of the world.
Gu Gu Tian Yan Dao Ji
Colorful sleeves held the jade clock diligently, but they were drunk in those years.
After parting, I remember meeting you and dreaming of being with you several times. I'm afraid meeting you is a dream, because I have a silver plaque tonight.
The following is written by myself, for reading only.
Jiangnan geese, flying snow want to talk about paying water, when they meet. Snow geese don't know what to look at, forget each other and don't think about it.
Knowing people's expectations, it is difficult to pay for the lonely geese. Seeing Zhu is unforgettable.
6.( 1) In the deep winter, Sijun stayed overnight with Ye Monk Su Bai and other friends (Meng Haoran). The sun was setting, the valleys and valleys were hazy, the pines and cypresses were cold in the moon, and the feng shui was clear in his ears. People who collect firewood return to their desires, birds perch in the quiet mist, but-because of your promise-I am waiting for you, waiting, playing the lute under the vines on the roadside. It's rainy night (Du Fu). It rains in spring, which is a good time to know the rain. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are all bright. Look at it. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu), the breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, blowing to my motionless tall mast, the stars fell from the open place, and the moon came running from the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old man from the office! Flying around, flying around, what do I look like? Sha Ou, Wang Wei, a middle-aged man, is quite good. It's better to go alone when he comes home late than to know everything. In poor places, he would sit and watch Yun Qi. He is on duty occasionally. The thoughtfulness of the long night Although I blew out the candle, it was not dark, and although I put on my coat, it was not warm, so I left my message to the moon and then turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) attacked Huanglong City, and our troops had already been sent out. Poor boudoir, grew up in the Han family camp. * * * This spring, my lover fell in love last night. Who can assemble the flag and win the Dragon City? A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan), under the castle peak, we meandered forward. My boat and I followed the green water until the bank at low tide widened, and there was no wind to stir my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Where can I get my hometown letter? The geese return to Luoyang to think about their old feelings, and they stay at night at the foot of Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai). There is no cloud in the blue sky in Hexi tonight; When I look at the autumn moon on my deck, I think of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read, he hears others, but it's not mine. Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. Far away, I pity my little children, but still can't remember Chang 'an. The fragrance is foggy and the clouds are wet, and the jade arm is cold. When to lean on the air, I remember my brother (Du Fu) on a moonlit night, and a wild goose sings in autumn. The dew is white from tonight, and so is the moon. What can I expect during the war? It is said that Li reported in Zizhou (Wang Wei) that the trees in Wangu pass through the heaven, and the cuckoos in Qianfeng crow. After a night of rain, the mountains in Wanfeng are inextricably linked, and women in the Han Dynasty lose their clothes, or farmers compete for taro fields. Wen Weng is well-managed and does not dare to rely on the virtuous. At the end of the year, they returned to the North Que of Nanshan (Meng Haoran) to cancel their books, and Nanshan returned to our home. They didn't know how to abandon their master, and many people died of illness. White hair urges them to get old, while green watermelon forces them to take off their old age. They are always worried and insomnia. They stay in the window market in the moonlight. The river rushes for the night, there is wind in the leaves on both sides, and the moon crosses my lonely sail. I, a stranger in this inland area, miss my Yangzhou friend, and send out two long tears to the east, looking for the recent touch of the sea. An autumn evening reconciles Qin Cheng's poem (Han Han) in the wind, which is long and early, and the empty city is full of moonlight. There are thousands of geese in the autumn of the Milky Way. They should be waiting for the festival, but they are also lying in their hearts. They kept singing, showing sentences, and unconsciously crowed. Old friends from Jiangxiang get together. Insects in the grass are cold and fearful, and passers-by have at least wine and are fearless-until the morning bell sends Yunyang Inn (Sikongshu), the river and the sea are separated for many years, and the two of us have not seen each other for many years, suddenly meeting each other, as if in a dream, asking each other for years of sorrow. Our single lamp shines, through cold and wet, dark bamboo floats. The Ming dynasty was even more hostile, leaving a cup to cherish the legend. Zhang Tai's Night Thinking (Wei Zhuang) The night is clear of sorrow, and the string is sad around the wind and rain. There's a solitary lantern, a bugle-call, leave a table for the waning moon. The grass is dusk. Now the geese have turned to the south to write poems about literature (Fan Yun). The balcony is foggy and the water is cut off in the dream. The distant mountains are hidden and seen, and the flat sand is broken. Don't sing too many sad songs. After brushing the car dust, I will wait on Dong Gaosu. Send a poem about the night-time sediment (Fan Yun), the night atmosphere in Guishui City, and the clear Xiaoyun in Chushan ... I feel sorry for myself in the night sky. I spare no effort to defend myself, but the river can't be filled in. I am full of feelings, and I am willing to be a pair of bluebirds in front of Shu. Sufu (Du Fu) is cold in the autumn night. On the Laka tree in this courtyard, I am lying alone in the town by the river. I looked at the extinguished candle, and I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness. The moon was hanging in the sky, but no one shared it with me? My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road. However, I endured a miserable life for ten years. I found a perch and a twig here to spend the night safely. After the rain, Zhou Hangjiang (decorated by Zhang Yanshi) invaded a foot of muddy water, destroyed grass and willows, and filled the gate indiscriminately. In my dream, I heard the sound of a broken corner, from the new trend at the beginning to the old scar. Fish and salt are everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren. Even the imperial edict was lenient to the people's power, which was not enough for San Qian to fight for rice. The stars and rivers in the sky are jumping on the three mountains. I hear the women in the distance crying after the battle. I see the savage fishermen and woodcutter sleeping in the morning-dragons, rushing horses, not generals now-they are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the turmoil of the world. Back to Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran) in the evening, the bell in the mountain temple sounded the coming of night, and I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry. People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, and the rest returned to Lumen by boat. Lumen opened a smoke tree in the moonlight and suddenly came to Pang Gong's secluded place. Shimen pine path is long and lonely, but you come and go. From Xiakou to Yingzhou, I hope there will be no waves from Yueyang to Midtown (Liu Changqing) Tingzhou. In front of my friend Chu, the mountains are blurred, birds in the setting sun cross Hankou, the autumn sky blends with Dongting Lake, and the cold horn sound from the desolate mountain wall reminds me of Jia Yi, who is moored next to a broken fort. His loyal plea to the Korean family forbids him to go to Changsha and be an exile. Sleeping in Wuchang (Lulun) at night has a vision of Hanyang City, and it is still a lonely sail. It is estimated that passengers sleep during the day until the waves are calm, and boat people feel the tide at night. Sanxiang is worried about autumn, and thousands of miles miss the hometown. The old days have been exhausted with the fighting, and the drums on the river are louder. Untitled (to the west of Li Shangyin's studio and to the east of Guitang, although my body doesn't have the wings of Cai Feng, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn, passing through the wine in spring. When it warms me, I will remind you how to bet. There, we roll dice one after another under the crimson light until a drum beat. Alas, call me to perform my duties. I ride my horse and ride away. Untitled one (Li Shangyin) You said you would come, but you didn't come, and you didn't leave me any other traces. It was five o'clock on the Moon Building. The dream is that it is difficult to cry for a long time and the book is not thick enough. Wax shines on half a cage of golden jade, and musk deer embroiders hibiscus. Liu Lang has hated Pengshan, ten thousand meters away. Stay in Jiande River (Meng Haoran) and move to berth. As the days get shorter, ancient memories begin to emerge: how vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how clear the moon in the water is! Zhuliguan (Wang Wei), leaning alone in the dense bamboo, I played the pipa and hummed a song, so quietly that no one could hear it. Only my comrade, Mingyue, sent a message according to the autumn night that Qiu (Wei) Huai Army returned to the autumn night and walked and sang cool days. Pine nuts fall into the mountains, and those who are secluded should wake up. Ge Shuge (West 1) has a big dipper, and Shu Ge carries out the knife at night. So far, I've been spying on herding horses, dare ford the river boundary. The owners of Furong Mountain (who live in the snow) go home at night in a snowstorm. Xia Sai Qu (Lu Lun) In the bright moonlight, wild geese are flying, the leaders of the Tatars are fleeing in the dark, and we are riding light horses, carrying heavy snow, carrying heavy bows and swords to chase them. Xia Sai Qu (Lu Lun) is dark in the forest, and the general tries to shoot at night. Looking for white, not in shiling. The dangerous building of the overnight mountain temple (Li Bai) is 100 feet high, and you can pick stars with your hands. If you dare not speak loudly, you will be shocked. Jade steps (Li Bai) have been exposed for a long time. Is there frost already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. When the moon is dark and the wind is high, the firefly is lonely. The wind and waves are slightly scattered, and the rivers are full of stars. On autumn night (Du Mu), Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a silver candle, and a small fan fluttered against the firefly. Order during the day, cool as water at night, lying watching morning glory and Vega. Mujiangyin (Bai Juyi) me.
7. Beautiful ancient prose 1. "Jun gave birth to me before I was born, and I was old when I was born."
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day.
I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. I am far away from you, and you are far away from me.
I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. Become a butterfly, look for flowers every night and live in the grass.
Second, the "operator" Li Chi Ngai
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. 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.
Third, The Book of Songs and the Wind Drum
Drums are dull and soldiers actively use them. 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.
Fourth, "thank you"
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!
V. "Farewell"
You walk, walk, walk all the time, thus separating your life from mine. 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.
Six, "Que Qiao Xian" Qin Guan
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. When the golden wind meets the dew, it will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge! It's been a long time, and it's still there, day and night
Seven, "Qiu Yan Ci" Yuan Haowen
Ask what love is in the world and teach 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.
Eight, "Jiangchengzi" Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
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 tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Nine, "Li Si" Yuan Zhen
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. 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.
Ten, "Butterfly Lovers" Liu Yong
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
8. What are the classical Chinese descriptions of Xiang embroidery "Missing Friends from afar"?
Yu is closely related to Ji Kanghe, and his talent is not unruly. And Ji Zhiyuan is sparse, Lu Shu, Shu Shu. Later, he looked at the law in his own way. Gilbert's comprehensive skills are especially wonderful in silk and bamboo. Speaking of life, watching the shadow of the sun and playing the piano. I will go to the west after I die, and I will pass by my old house. It was thin and gloomy, frozen and bleak. There is a flute player in the neighborhood, and his pronunciation is very bright. Recalling the past feast, sighing and pretending to give clouds.
Poems of missing distant friends:
We watched him go out of the tower gate, head east, into the snowdrift of Tianding Road, and at the corner of the pass, he disappeared, leaving only footprints.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you day and night, but I don't see you. I drink Yangtze River water.
After all, the world is just a small place.
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
If you want to ask Wujiang not to come, see you in your dream.