Poetry about looking back 1. What are the ancient poems about "memory"?
1, Huanxisha Who sees the west wind cool alone?
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
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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.
2. Qingpingle is snowing every year.
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I often indulged in the enthusiasm of plums. Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes.
I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
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When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I was often addicted to the interest in plum blossom. Later, although Mei Zhi had it, she was not in a good mood to enjoy it. She just wiped it casually, but tears flowed all over her clothes.
When the plum blossom bloomed again this year, I lived alone in a very remote place, and my short and thin hair in my ears had turned gray. Looking at the blooming plum blossom blowing in the wind that night, it is probably hard to see its splendor.
3, hi magpie, six songs withered near the green tree.
Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi
Six songs lean against the green trees, the willow wind is light, and the golden glow is exhibited. Who moved the cymbals and Zheng to the jade column and flew over the curtain and Haiyan?
Eyes full of gossamer and catkins, when the apricot is in bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. When you sleep, you will talk nonsense, be in shock and have a good dream.
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In the shade, a unique and quiet building stands quietly alone, and the winding railings are close to the green trees, which set each other off. The spring breeze is warm and gentle, and the yellow-green willows are swaying in the wind.
The spring is beautiful, the sky is clear in Wan Li, the hairspring is curling, and catkins are flying. This is already the scene of late spring. Just as the apricot blossoms were in full bloom and delicate and charming, it began to rain lightly. In such a deep relationship, she couldn't help falling asleep. While sleeping soundly, she was awakened by the crisp sound of warblers outside the window, and her dream was nowhere to be found.
4. Deng Yexiaoge of Linjiang County recalled his old tour in Luo Zhong.
Song: Chen
I remember drinking on the bridge at noon yesterday, and most of the people sitting inside were Hao Ying. Long ditch Ryutsuki was silent. In the thin shadow of apricot flowers, I played the flute until dawn.
It has been like a dream for more than twenty years, although I am shocked. Go to the pavilion to see the new sunshine. How many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third.
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Memories of drinking at the noon bridge in those days are full of heroes. Moonlight reflected on the river, quietly passed away with the water, and in the faint shadow of apricot flowers, bamboo flutes blew until dawn.
Twenty years seems like a spring dream. Although I am here, I look back with trepidation. Bored, I boarded the attic to watch the new rain. Throughout the ages, many historical stories have made fishermen sing in the middle of the night.
5. Lotus leaf cup. I remember spending it that year.
Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang
I remember that year, late at night, I met Xie Niang for the first time. On the west side of the water hall, the curtain hangs down, holding hands with darkness.
Melancholy Xiaoying waning moon, parting, soundproof dust from now on. Now everyone is a stranger, so there is no reason to meet each other.
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I remember that night that year, Xie Niang and I first met under the flowers by the water pond. The curtains were hung low, and the date of meeting was secretly agreed hand in hand. Reluctant to leave, and had to break up.
Unconsciously, the waning moon will be exhausted, and the morning warbler has rung. We broke up and haven't been in touch since. Since we are strangers, I'm afraid we won't have a chance to meet.
2. What are the ancient poems about "memory"?
Sentence about "memory": 1. After such a long separation, I looked back. Where did I come from?
-Don Liu Changqing's poem "Happy Li Han": South floats on the sea, and Wan Li walks five stations. I can't remember my face after such a long separation.
Spring breeze urges guests to get drunk, and Jiangyue opens to people. Envy is unrestrained, but Sha Ou never guesses.
2, eager to give away, miss other families. —— Zhang Tang's poem Lu Si in the North of Hebei Province: Looking at my hometown every day, singing empty words.
I remember when I left home because I gave it away. When you are frustrated, you talk alone, and when you are sad, only you know.
Outside the guest pavilion, the willow turns south. 3, spring embankment willow hair, remembering old friends.
-Tang Meng's poem "On the River, A Message to Cui Shaofu and Guo Fu": On the embankment of Yang Zaichun, reminiscing about the past. Plants have no intention, but they have their own time.
The mountains are far and near, and the rivers are lovesick. Not as good as Lanting club, empty songs and poems.
4, stop shuttling and think of people far away, and stay in the lonely room with tears. -Tang Li Bai's poem "Night Cry": Huang Yuncheng wants to live in the sky and fly to the dumb branches to cry.
In the machine, Jin Qinchuan is female, and the blue yarn is like smoke. Stop shuttling and think of people far away, and stay alone in a lonely room with tears.
I remember singing Blowing the Sea in Jincheng, and I didn't know it for seven years. -Song Luyou's poem "Listening to the Rain on a Winter Night": The eaves are dripping like a piano, and the pillow is quiet.
I remember singing blowing the sea in Jincheng, and I haven't known it for seven years. 6. lament the present, remember the past and re-enter the door.
-Hua Songyue's poem "Man Jiang Hong": lazy to take the crown, only partial to the belt, a cypress tree. Remember to tie the finger ribbon, or 62616964757a68696416fe4b893e5b19E3133363393737.
Worry becomes a frown, sweat condenses the peach face and rouge is wet. Thin jade, cover up the ancient name, guess who knows.
It's better to have nothing than a fallen bottle. The alliance has been lost, and it is difficult to become a horse.
Read the pavilion courtyard and paint the northeast of the building. Candle shadows burn butterfly dreams and wrinkle Yuanyang wings.
Sigh the present, haggard and recall the past, and re-classify. 7. Recalling all the teenagers I met in the past, two kinds of feelings do not allow who is the first.
-Wang Song's Anshi poem "Nan Jun Tuo": The hibiscus flowers are still falling at dusk, and my body is different from Huaning. Looking back, we all met teenagers, but we didn't agree who was the first.
I feel that you are preparing for a rainy day, and it is difficult to be a good family when you are a monarch. Personnel can be known repeatedly, and rumors can be heard instantly.
I was even more ashamed when I got married, but now I realize that you can't trust me. You can't trust me, and I won't forget our previous agreement.
8. Nai has been demolished, and Yaotai is under the moon, looking back frequently. -Song Zhou Bangyan's poem "Nian Nujiao": When the drunken soul first wakes up, it is silent to hear a bird singing.
At the dawn, there are all beautiful sunny days in front of us. The most precious thing is fragrant plum, and cold ling steals flowers to drain spring news.
The pond is full of grass, which is also beautiful and inspiring. Miss the past days, Fang Fei, Peach Blossom Lane, just like meeting for the first time.
Time flies, because I am used to it, I am looking for rain clouds. Nai has been demolished, Yao Tai is under the moon, looking back and thinking hard.
Worry and hate, everything is in the chest. 9. Remember goodbye for a long time. The scenery upstairs is sparse and the moonlight is like water.
-Su Songshi's poem "I can't meet music": When I remember goodbye for a long time, the scenery upstairs is sparse and the moon is like water. Drinking wine and singing, but friends are hard to stay, only the moonlight will accompany you thousands of miles away.
If you don't come back three times, you will be lonely and full, and whoever is drunk will be cold. Rolling bead curtain, mournful, * * * I wake up.
At present, there are guests from Huai, who can tell you the profound meaning. Your lovesickness thunder flows into the clear Huaihe River and into the sea.
Where is it now? The western wall is forbidden, and the night is always exposed. This, cloister Xiao Yue should also know by heart.
10, people who are passionate about the road, come to meet and know each other. -Song Liu Yong's poem "Man Jiang Hong": Visiting the rain to find clouds is nothing more than a strange look.
There is something in it, which is naive, beautiful and natural. Evil hair looks like a happy face, which is a pity in retrospect.
After parting, bitterness and idleness accumulate. No information.
Dreams are broken and hard to find. No matter how hard you think, how can you rest?
Who has feelings, there is a guide, come to meet and remember each other. It won't work. Just throw it away like today.
1 1, recalling hometown music with disappointment, when is it more important to raise flowers with urn? -Lu Xun's poem "Don't Brothers": The sun sets, the boat stops at the old nursery, and the hedge surrounds the house trees. Looking back on hometown music, when is it more important to raise flowers with urn? The famous saying about "memory": 1. On this long road, I walked through Yangguan Avenue and the small wooden bridge.
Along the way, there are deep mountains and osawa, as well as pleasant flat slopes; There are apricot flowers, spring rain and autumn wind in Saibei; There are mountains and rivers and dark flowers; There is a way back, and there is also a rescue. The road is too long, the time is too long, there are too many shadows, and the memories are too heavy.
-Ji Xianlin's "Eighty Thoughts" 2. When you think about the changing future or recall the past, please don't forget to look back at your side, because I will always be there with all my love. "What if you are my student?" 3. Whose youth is not lacking? Didn't miss it? Some can make up for it, and some are too late.
It doesn't matter if you are late and leave early. Every beautiful moment will have an end, and memories will have a barren day, as long as you are always there. Zhang Xiaoxian IV. Live in memory, for he can't come back.
Notes on Grave Robbery 5. Since the future won't give us the chance to meet, we will only meet again in memory. Memory is a very tiring thing, just like how to lie down when you are insomnia. 7. The deepest place, where all the memories have been erased.
When everything outside is still intact and life continues in a happy and ordinary way, there is still an infinitely quiet place. Like staying at the end of the whole universe, time and memory blend and solidify together.
You can also hear the most complete and lonely voice. -Lolo "Those warm and beautiful things in life" 8. She left nothing behind, leaving a shadow of memories in my life.
-Xiyin Mai's "pre-degree" 9. When we need each other, we are not with each other. Even if one day you don't know me, the days we lived together will always leave a good memory in my life. I know I'm not his favorite, but I just want to remind him of me. -Xiyin Mai's "Once upon a time" 10 He left, leaving nothing but the shadow of memories.
When a person is injured, he will always think of the past that he can't go back. I think the longer we spend together, the more we can dilute our memories. As a result, I found that I was wrong.
This can only remind me of more past events-Xiyin Mai's "pre-degree".
3. Poetry about Retrospection
Look up at the red sun and look back at the low white clouds.
Huashan Mountain in the Song Dynasty. Standing on the top of the mountain, it seems that the red sun is getting closer and closer to you, and white clouds are floating under your feet. This poem is so real that only tourists who personally climb the top of Huashan can have this feeling. These two poems also reveal the heroic feelings of the author in his political career and the whole life journey. "Red sun" and "white clouds" seem to have meanings. It can be used to describe the artistic conception of mountain scenery and mountaineering, and it can also express the author's spirit of welcoming the light and despising difficulties in twists and turns.
Huashan written by Kou Zhun, a politician and poet in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Looking back step by step, we are slowly approaching the customs. Review famous sayings
See Wei's "Leaving Beijing for". Qiu Wei: The author's friend, the son of a former official prince. Close: the gateway to the customs near Beijing. The general idea of these two sentences is: Look back at Qiu Wei, who said goodbye kindly, and walk slowly to the customs. It is vivid to write the feeling of being reluctant to part with "step by step", and now it is often used to write the feeling of parting.
4. Where is the poem about looking back?
Water lilies swaying in the wind
Tears on the heart lake
Ripples, sometimes hidden.
Your eyes don't fluctuate at all
Indifferent pain, indifferent happiness
You were frozen to ice that summer.
Disappointed people will appear indifferent.
Walk alone in the sun and never look back.
One day the heart river will wander in the desert.
Turn around suddenly
Snow-capped mountains stand coldly in the sun.
The thirsty soul suddenly understood.
Indifference may be the sweet spring in a dream.
No more wandering aimlessly
You have taken a step towards the snow-capped mountains.
I really want time to stay.
I can't leave your tenderness
Sitcom still bothers me.
The past is like smoke, but I don't regret it
Holding hands in dreams
While thinking about happiness.
look back
Can you find a suitable reason?
Love makes me slim.
Missing is hidden in the eyes.
When do you swim in spring?
Turn into a two-disc dance
I really want time to stay.
I can't leave your tenderness
Romantic style is still strong.
Silence is better than countless people.
Desire in dreams
Still restoring the ideal Joan building
look back
I don't want to lose my flying tea.
Love makes me slim.
Missing is hidden in the eyes.
Looking forward to meeting in a season of understanding.
Living here is to get rid of sadness.
5. What are the poems about recalling the past?
1, "Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha" Qing: Nalanxingde.
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
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.
2. Song Xueli Dynasty in Qingping Music Year: Li Qingzhao
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I often indulged in the enthusiasm of plums. Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes.
I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I was often addicted to the interest in plum blossom. Later, although Mei Zhi had it, she was not in a good mood to enjoy it. She just wiped it casually, but tears flowed all over her clothes.
When the plum blossom bloomed again this year, I lived alone in a very remote place, and my short and thin hair in my ears had turned gray. Looking at the blooming plum blossom blowing in the wind that night, it is probably hard to see its splendor.
3. Upper Ruzhou County Tower/Upper Ruzhou Tower
Tang Dynasty: Li Yi
At dusk, drums beat like a border state, and I arrived at this building thirty years ago.
Today, the mountain city is sad not only for autumn, but also for tears.
Climbing the Ruzhou Tower, I watched the dim dusk scenery in front of me, as if I were in a frontier fortress, and the familiar drums sounded in my ears. It was thirty years ago that I first climbed the tower.
I think that the war has not been extinguished and the country is devastated; Full of melancholy is not only because of this bleak autumn!
4. Song Shenyuan's Two Poems: Lu You
On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the non-pool platform in the garden is revived.
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 painting on the wall seems to be wailing, and Shen Garden is no longer the original pool pavilion.
The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful shadow floating here like a rainbow.
It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to talk about.
I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.
5. Brother Deng Yexiao of Linjiang County recalled his old tour in Luo Zhong.
Song: Chen
I remember drinking on the bridge at noon yesterday, and most of the people sitting inside were Hao Ying. Long ditch Ryutsuki was silent. In the thin shadow of apricot flowers, I played the flute until dawn.
It has been like a dream for more than twenty years, although I am shocked. Go to the pavilion to see the new sunshine. How many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third.
I remember drinking in Wuqiao, and everyone present was a hero. Moonlight reflected on the river, quietly passed away with the water, and in the faint shadow of apricot flowers, bamboo flutes blew until dawn.
Twenty years seems like a spring dream. Although I am here, I look back with trepidation. Bored, I boarded the attic to watch the new rain. Throughout the ages, many historical stories have made fishermen sing in the middle of the night.