Poetry about the past

1, ten years of sorrow and joy like a dream, clap your hands and exclaim, the past is like smoke. -Ye Mengde

2, the past has become empty, still like a dream. -Li Yu

3. In the past, the sales volume of * * * sank, and it declined in the early stage and later stage. -Yuan Zhen

4, the past without trace, in a hurry to gather and disperse. Today, I had a good time with several guests. —— Ouyang Xiu

5, the past is like a cloud, and 3,000 people are drunk. (The author is unknown)

Li Shangyin's Jinse

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has 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 has come and gone before I know it.

Yan Dao Ji

Partridge, hand pick incense notes, in memory of filial piety.

I remember that Xiaolian was holding a fragrant note in her hand, and I wanted to pass on my resentment. When I go back to sleep alone at night, I will meet you in my dream.

Flowers are easy to fall, but the moon is hard to be round, so flowers and the moon should be like fate.

Shengchazi

Jin' anmei juvenile with faults

Jin 'an is a beautiful boy. He rides a green horse. He and Lou Yuren formed an indissoluble bond, embroidering on a chilly night in spring.

The news didn't come back, but pear flower died. Acacia has nowhere to talk about, on the back and under the swing.

Magnolia swing courtyard curtain sunset

Swing the courtyard to curtain the dusk, crayons are idle embroidery households. The wall is full of flowers, and the outside is green and sunny.

If you know where the clouds are, spring dreams will help you. Zi Ai knew the old road and hissed across the road on the east side of Huaqiao.