2. When you ask about the untimely return date, late rain will rise in the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. -Li Shangyin's "A Short Message to a Northern Friend on a Rainy Night" in the Tang Dynasty
A moon hangs over the capital, and 10,000 washing hammers are beating. 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? -Tang Li Bai's Midnight Wu Ge Qiu Ge
4. A love that consumes everything, you can go home slowly. -Qian Liu, King of Wu Yueguo
5. Pick hibiscus in She River in Lanzeduo, Cao Fang. Who wants to leave, Philip Burkart. Looking back at my hometown, it's a long way. I am bent on leaving home and worried to death. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems: Picking Hibiscus on the River"
6. Drinking late at night alone, the wind is late, the moon is thin, the cliff angle is wide, and every word can only be remembered; It is difficult to keep the rubber column and drum together. Let everyone say that the empty cup is exhausted. Don't be sad, a little sad and frustrated.
In ancient China, many wives left poems about their distant husbands, such as:
1. Nineteen ancient poems
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.
The road is so dangerous and far away, when I meet you, can I know when?
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.
Clouds cover the sun, and wanderers ignore it.
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.
2. Nineteen ancient poems, Cowherd Star.
Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl.
Skillful hands, make a loom.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.
The river is clear and shallow, and there are many differences.
Between water and water, there are no words.
There is a passage in classical Chinese in the high school textbook, which means missing your wife. His wife planted a tree, and now it is Gui Youguang's "The Mystery of Jixiang".
Original text:
Jixuan, Qiannan attic. This room is only ten feet square and can only accommodate one person. A century-old house, dust and mud oozing out, rain betting; Every time I move a box, there is no place to put it. The room faces north, so it gets dark at noon. I repaired it a little so that it wouldn't leak from it. Four windows were opened in front, and a wall was built around the yard to keep out the sunshine in the south. It was sunny and the room was bright. I planted orchids, osmanthus trees, bamboo and other vegetation in the yard, which added new luster to the old railings. Borrowing books, singing, sitting still, everything can be heard; And the footsteps are silent, birds peck, and people don't go. On the night of the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, the moon is high, illuminating half of the wall. The shadows of osmanthus trees are scattered, and the shadows are shaken by the breeze, which is very lovely.
However, I live here, and there are many things to be happy about and many things to be sad about. First of all, the north and the south are one in the imperial court. At that time, uncles and uncles set up many small doors indoors and outdoors, and the walls were everywhere. After separation, dogs treat people living in the same yard as strangers, guests have to go through the kitchen to eat, and chickens roost in the hall. The yard was fenced in at first, then the wall was repaired and changed twice. There is an old woman in the house. She used to live here. Old woman, my dead grandmother's maid, nursed for two generations, and her mother was very kind to her. The west and the back of the house are connected, and my mother used to come. Every time Yu said, "Somewhere, my mother is here." Yu added, "Your sister is crying in my arms; Mother knocked on the door with her finger and said,' Are you cold? Do you want something to eat? I responded outside the board meeting. "Never put off till tomorrow what you can, I cried, I cried.
One day, when I was in the reading room, my mother said to me, "Long time no see, son, why are you here without saying a word?" Instead of going, he closed the door with his hand and said to himself, "My family's study has been ineffective for a long time, but I can wait for my son to succeed!" After a while, he took an elephant and said, "This is the motto of my ancestors. You will use it one day! " Looking at the ruins, it seems like yesterday, and people can't control the trombone.
Dong Xuan has always tasted like a kitchen. People go there and pass by the porch. I live alone, and for a long time I can distinguish people by their feet. Liu Bei and Cao Cao fought for the world, and Zhuge Liang was born in central Gansu, and made great achievements.
Ji Xiang said, "Shu Qing defends the Dan point, which is beneficial to the world, and then Qin Huang builds a daughter to clear Taiwan; Liu Xuande and Cao Cao fought for the world, and Zhu Gekongming started in Longzhong. The ignorance of both sides is in a corner, and the world knows enough. The rest of the area is defeated in the house, and when the eyebrows are raised and the eyes blink, it is called a spectacle. What's the difference between a famous figure in Kan Jing and a frog? "
Because I am interested in this, in the next five years, my wife came back. When I came to the porch, I asked Yu about ancient things or taught myself books. When the lady returned to Ning, she said to the younger sisters, "I heard that the younger sister has a pavilion. What is a pavilion?" In the next six years, my wife died and the ridge of the ridge was not renovated. Two years later, I was ill in bed for a long time without any sustenance, and I sent someone to repair the South Pavilion. The pattern was slightly different from the past. However, after that, I was more outside than living here.
There is a loquat tree in the yard, which was planted by my wife when she died. Now it stands tall and luxuriant like an umbrella.
3. Who can tell me some ancient poems about missing my wife? All the way, Altair, China's poetry, All the way, Altair, Jiao Jiao, He Han, female fiber, hand, hand, sewing machine. All day long, there is no chapter to cry like rain, the river is shallow, and there is nothing between Ying Ying and Yishui. Song is leaning on a dangerous building, looking forward to spring, and it's getting dark.
Who will rely on silence in the afterglow of grass smoke? 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.
Liang Shanbo and Shu threshold chrysanthemum worry about smoke and blue tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away.
The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering. The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu.
The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world.
I want to send colored stationery and rulers. The mountain is very long and the water is very big! Wang Wei of Acacia When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches? People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
On the 20th day of the first month, Mao Yi, the son of Jiang Chengzi, remembered his dream of ten years, and his life and death were boundless. Never think, never forget.
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.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
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.
4. Without the wings of Cai Feng, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
-Li Shangyin lived and died for ten years, never thinking about it, never forgetting it. -Su Shi's clothes are getting wider and wider, and he will never regret it, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
-Liu Yongsheng died of old age and illness, Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
-"The Book of Songs" If two feelings last for a long time, sooner or later. -Qin Guan once the sea was difficult for water, and it was always amber.-Yuan Zhen, how did a flowering tree let you meet me? At my best moment, I prayed for this in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
-Xi Murong is old and hard to get rid of. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
-Zhang Xi 'an We hope to fly in the sky like the wings of a bird and grow on the earth like two branches of a tree.
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.
This is a famous poem written by Xiaoping. Xiaoping's father and Yan Shu's father are family friends. On one occasion, Yan Shu took her son to visit Xiaoping's house, and Xiaoping's father asked Xiaoping to play a pipa. This is the first time Yan and Xiaoping met, so there is a saying that "I remember Xiaoping's first meeting". The sentence "two central words Luo Yi" shows how deeply Yan was impressed by that meeting. ) Su Shi's
Never think, never forget. 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.
There is nothing to say about each other, only a thousand lines of tears are expected to break the heart every year: the moonlit night is short. This is what the author did ten years after his wife Wang Fu died. I think,/kloc-Wang Fu, 0/6 years old, married Su Dongpo, 0/9 years old. Needless to say, the relationship between young couples is very important. During this decade, Dongpo was suppressed for opposing Wang Anshi's new law, and his mood was sad and indignant. After arriving in Michigan, he was busy with government affairs and had a hard time. How can he "ignore" his clever and understanding wife?
Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber. Looking back at the flowers, we can see that Yuan Zhen's life is full of respect for Buddhism and Taoism, and the "cultivation" here can also be understood as paying attention to the cultivation of moral knowledge. The whole poem is: after experiencing the vastness of the sea, he is no longer attracted by the other side's water, and has experienced the foggy sea of Wushan Yunshan, where the clouds are not to be praised and flowers are around. 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! Autumn wind ci (Li Bai) The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the west Western jackdaw is shocked.
It's embarrassing to meet each other on blind dates; When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time. If I had known this, I wouldn't have met you. The autumn wind is so sad, the autumn moon is so bright, the leaves are still scattered, and even the birds in the tree are frightened. I want to meet my dear on that day. Now that we are apart, when can we meet again? On this autumn night, it's really embarrassing to think about it. Walking into the door of acacia, I know the pain of acacia, the eternal memory of acacia, but the short-lived acacia is endless. If I had known that lovesickness was so entangled in my heart, I wouldn't have known it.
Looking back and crying, you don't get married until you hate meeting each other-Zhang Ji's love affair is not heartless, but turns into spring mud to protect flowers-Gong Zizhen's life is naturally infatuated, and this hatred has nothing to do with romantic feelings-Ouyang Xiu's Chun Qing is not a * * * flower struggle, even if it is this bright love flame, will it only be ashes? -Li Shangyin's tears are always dry, and nothing is difficult to send-