2。 Farewell to a friend-Li Bai, with blue mountains in the north and white water in the east.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave. 3。
Seeing Shen Zifu off to Hedong-Wang Wei and Yang Liudu paid a visit, and the master and apprentice paddled to the door. Only lovesickness is like spring scenery, and Jiangnan Jiangbei will send you home.
4。 Nanpu Bie-Bai Juyi Nanpu is sad, and the west wind is autumn.
Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back. 5。
Sent to Sichuan, separated by the wall of Sanqin, separated by the water of five rivers. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road, son?
6。 Don't be big-Wan Li, Huang Yun is high, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? 7。
Farewell between Furong Inn and Xin Qiji —— Wang Changling entered Wu on a cold rainy night and saw Min Gu. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
2. Farewell poem 1, "Yellow Crane Tower Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Original text:
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou on this catkin-like, flowery March spring day. The lonely sail shadow of my friend faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing a line of the Yangtze River, heading for the distant sky.
2. "Four of Five Thoughts Poems" Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
Original text:
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.
I have been to the seaside, and there is not enough water in other places; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan Mountain. Hurried through the flowers, too lazy to look back; This reason is partly due to the abstinence of monks and partly because you have had it.
3. "Farewell to the Governor's Office in Shu" Tang Dynasty:
Original text:
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place.
Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
Wei Chang 'an, the land of Sanqin; Far away in Sichuan, but far away. You and I have similar fates, running around in official career, far from home. As long as you have intimate friends, you don't feel far away within the four seas. Even at the ends of the earth, I feel like a close neighbor. Breaking up at a fork in the road really doesn't need to be immersed in love and shed tears.
4. Tang Qu: Wang Wei
Original text:
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
The light rain in the morning moistened the dust on the acropolis floor, the air was fresh and the hostel was greener. Sincerely advise friends to have another glass of wine. It's hard to meet old relatives when you go west from Yangguan.
5. To Wang Lun Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Original text:
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Li Bai was about to leave by boat when he heard singing on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Lake is as deep as thousands of feet, it can't compare with what Wang Lun did to me.
3. Who can tell me the old saying left by the ancients when meeting or parting with friends, such as: "1, I hope people will live for a long time and have a beautiful scenery thousands of miles away."
However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor.
Here, you must leave me and drift away for hundreds of miles like loose water grass.
4. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason.
5. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you.
6. Parting is unbearable and difficult to help.
7. Seeing each other late is like leaving.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! .
9. It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening.
10, parting is hard, and time is hard to help.
1 1, a brief encounter.
12, an old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
4. What are the old sayings that wish people a long life? Thousands of miles * * * Shan Juan Su Shi "When is the bright moon?"
The sunset is lonely in Qi Fei, and the autumn waters are * * * and the sky is one color. Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Tengting.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. Liu Yong, Wu Fengqi.
One person guards it, and ten thousand people can't force it. Li Bai in Shu Dao Nan
Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, in order to leave sorrow, the in the mind has a special taste. Li Yu, crying at night
Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. Yulinling
There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea. Go to Liu Jingwen
If the relationship between two people is long-lasting, it is still a matter of time.
I refused to marry Feng Chun, but I was misunderstood by the autumn wind for no reason.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure worries. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. well
Looking around, lonely and sad. A slow voice
In Budze in spring, everything gives birth to brilliance-
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors-"Singing Willow" by Tang and Zhang Zhi.
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. The most beneficial spring of the year is better than the smoke willow pouring into the imperial capital-Tang Hanyu presented 18 members of Zhang Shui Department to Early Spring.
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. -Su Song Shi's Two Night Scenes by the Hui Chong River.
Waiting for the east wind will always be spring. -Spring in Song Zhuxi.
I want to get wet by clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, but my face doesn't feel cold. -"Jueju" Southern Song Dynasty Zhinan monk.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. -Wang Wei's "Birding Creek"
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.
Ancient poems describing summer
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely colorful, and the lotus flowers reflect different colors in the sun ―― Yang Wanli's A Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple in Chu Xiao.
In Huangmei season, it rains at home, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. -Song Zhao Shi Xiu is an invitation.
Why don't you like wheatgrass? Trees in summer are lovely. -Close My Topic in Dark March.
Red and purple turned into dust, and with the rhyme of cuckoo's land tour ringing in early summer, summer began again.
Ancient poems and famous sentences describing autumn
The setting sun is lonely, and the autumn water is the same as the sky —— Preface to Autumn Palace by Don Wang Bo
All the trees are in autumn, only the hills and mountains are shining. -Don Yewang.
Autumn geese are always accompanied by the wind, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine —— Tang Li Bai's Farewell to the Minister at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou.
In August, the high wind roars, and my hair is three hairs —— Tang Du Fu's "The Cottage is Blown by the Autumn Wind"
Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a red candle and fanned a small fan to pounce on fireflies. During the day, the night is as cold as water. I lie down and watch "Morning Glory and Weaving Stars-Autumn Night" by Don Mutu.
Blue Sky, Yellow Ye Qiu Waves and Cold Smoke —— Song Fan Zhongyan's Su Curtain Covering.
Ancient poems and famous sentences describing winter
Just like the spring wind, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
Sprinkle salt in the air, but not catkins because of the wind-Xie Jin's snow poem.
Snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as seats, and they blow off the Xuanyuan Terrace one after another —— Tang Libai's Popular in the North.
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.
Who cut and carved the snow on the flat ground into this uniform smallpox? -Tang Hanyu's two poems "Li Hua".
Six flying flowers come into the room and sit and watch the bamboo become lovely branches —— On Snow by Don Gao Pian.
5. A good parting poem describing parting: 14. The first poem, "Don't be tall and strong, walk on Wan Li Road", is a day in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows goose feather and heavy snow one after another.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? An old friend stayed in the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. Sailing alone, the blue sky is empty, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. Bai Xuege bid farewell to Wu, secretary of Tian's field, when the north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar Day, like the spring breeze came at night, blowing the petals of Wanli pear into the bead curtain, making the wet silk curtain coat cool and the cotton mat thin. The bow of the general's horn is out of control, and his iron clothes are still cold. The sea is dry and the clouds are dim. China army bought wine and drank it back to the guests. Play with him savage pipa, guitar and harp until dusk. When the snow shattered our tent, our frozen red flag couldn't fly in the wind. We watched him go east through the wheel tower door and enter the snowdrift of Paradise Peak Road, and then he disappeared in the turning, leaving only hoofprint behind him. "Yulin Order" Liu Yong is cold and sympathetic. He was late and the rain stopped. He has no intention of drinking, and he is attached to the Lanzhou ship. He held hands and looked at himself with tearful eyes, but he was speechless. Reading-smoke thousands of miles away and sink into the sky at dusk. Affectionate has sorrow since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. Tonight, Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon, where did you wake up after drinking? After many years, it should be a good time and a good scene in name only. Even if there are many kinds of customs, who can you tell? "Walking on the Sand" Ouyang Xiu waited for plum blossoms in the pavilion, and the small bridge was warm and swaying. Sadness is drifting away, and the distance is like spring water. There are more amateurs in Chunshan. Xin Qiji's Magnolia Slow Watch depicts Zhang Zhonggu as a handsome man in Xingyuan Hanzhong. As soon as he asked about this place, he wanted to point his sword at Sanqin. The proud king returned to the East after World War I, but he can't see it today, and the mountains and rivers are full of tears. The setting sun is broken and the west wind is full of fat. A book is the teacher of the emperor, trying to explore the west. What's more, he left the banquet in a hurry and went to Zhang, He Xinlang, and sent Hu Bangheng to Xinzhou to dream about Shenzhou Road, but he was disappointed-the autumn wind even painted corners, and the Forbidden City was far from Xiaomi. The bottom layer is mainly Kunlun, and nine foxes are turbulent-Qiancun Fox Rabbit. God's will is never difficult to ask, but the situation is difficult to tell-human feelings are easy to get old and sad. Gengnanpu, I'll see you off. The willows on the cool shore urge the residual heat. Geng Xie Jiang, the stars are sparse. Whose book is it? Cao Kener bears a grudge against you. Give a big picture and listen to the gold thread. Singing history. The bottom of the valley is loose, leaving seedlings on the mountain. According to the diameter of the trunk, the shadow is one hundred feet. The world stands tall and handsome. Because of the terrain, the origin is not once. He is a veteran, and Qiye is Han's Marten. Isn't Feng Gong Wei? Wang Zhao's plan in Zaba is gone now, and his horse has been driven back. The octagonal array of Du Fu's Three Kingdoms, divided, has always been bound by his greatness. The octagonal fortress is built on the side of the changing river, and it stands like his sadness, because he did not conquer the State of Wu. Liu Yuxi Zhuque Bridge in Wuyi Lane is overgrown with weeds, and the sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. In the old society, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people. Liu Yuxi's "The Old Story of Xipao Taishan" Since Wang Jun came down from Yizhou with his big ship, the royal ghost in Nanjing city has become increasingly gaunt. Chihiro's iron lock sank to the bottom of the river, and a piece of land fell. While the prestige of this mountain is still commanding the icy river water, now it is the day when the Chinese world is unified, and the old fort is filled with autumn reeds, Su Shi and Nian Nujiao, and they have gone to the big river to make waves and become romantic figures through the ages. To the west of the old base is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang, the Three Kingdoms. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and heroes come forth in large numbers for a time. Looking back at Gong Jin, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, dashing. He fanned his black silk scarf and laughed, and the strong Lu vanished. So life is like a dream, and the statue is like the moon on the Yangtze River. Zhou Bangyan Xihe Jinling, nostalgic for the beautiful land. Who remembers the mountains around the old country, around the Qingjiang River, and the wind is far away. The cliff tree is still leaning back, and Mochow's boat was tied. The old traces are empty, gloomy and foggy. Swallows don't know what time it is. Just like the rise and fall of ordinary people in an alley, in the sunset. Jiang Kui will never be satisfied with music. The rhyme of Jiaxuan Gu Bei Building is separated by a mysterious building, and the moss is very lithographed. People ride autumn smoke, a cold sunset, come and go through the ages? Your heart is there, the cliffs are green, but you are guarding the north gate. Have respect. At that time, the old man in China looked south at the golden drum in Changhuai and invited Iraq to plant a willow. Are you there so far? = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I know that you have grown up, and you should be able to fly your ideals. Let's go, my child. I hope you have a pleasant trip. = = = = = = = = = = = = = =-parting poet; Mathea, the rain is rustling and the leaves are fluttering.
You are like the god of friendship in the storm. I walked towards you, and you? You become blurred, blurred ... until you disappear.
No, that's not you, that's just your shadow! Where are you? "I am in a storm by the sea ..." Your voice rang in my mind, "We are on the way to leave". The drizzle is rustling and the willow leaves are fluttering.
What's it like to stand alone in the rain? Is it sadness, sadness, or sadness of parting ... = = = = = = parting from sorrow-four modern parting poems, life and death parting, is a kind of pain only for human beings. In the history of China literature, there are lamentations of "I have gone in the past, and the willow is reluctant to part with me", exhortations of "Advise you to have a glass of wine and go out for no reason", expressions of "Luoyang's relatives and friends are like asking each other, and a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot", and even more "What a sad word today!" Sadness.
We have long been familiar with these classical poems, and when it comes to parting poems, we always think of them first. In fact, writers of modern literature in China also have many good parting poems.
Yu Guangzhong's Homesickness is such a classic: when I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there.
Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside.
And now.