Poetry about memory 1. Ancient poems describing memories
I suggest you fill in the questions completely. There are too many poems about memories, so you should be clear about which aspect.
If you are recalling the scenery, Bai Juyi's "Jiangnan" is good, and the scenery is already familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Think back to Li Shangyin's "With a Moment that should last forever and come and go unconsciously". (-I only remember this sentence. Please have a look. ) Li Yu, who is nostalgic for the luxurious palace, is three feet tall in the red sun, and the moss on the red carpet is wrinkled step by step.
Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and drums can be heard far away in other rooms. How time flies! Sunflowers in the Qingqing Garden of Han Yuefu are in the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.
The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age. -Nalan Rong Ruo, Li Yu travels in Yun Yun, and everyone has love. This is what I am familiar with. You can search the words of Li Yu in his later years, most of which are memories and beautifully written.
Li Qingzhao's old age was also good. However, it is best to translate Li Yu's words, because his love for men and women is too heavy and his style is outspoken.
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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, sad to look at the shadow, * * * I have no sleep.
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 happy, and it's a pity to think about it carefully.
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. Ancient poems about memory
An ancient poem about memories: jade box; He's Zhu Lingbo, but not Hengtang Road.
But after reading it, Chen Fang left. Who is the golden flower? Qiao Yue Garden, a Zhu Hu with a locked window.
Only spring knows this place. Dusk in Gao Heng, Ran Ran, Yun Lan.
The new topic of crayons is heartbreaking sentences. How much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain.
Liang Shanbo Liu Yong leans against the dangerous building, looking at the dark sky of spring sorrow. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one will sit at the table with nothing to say.
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.
By chance, Li Qingzhao spent the end of flowers fifteen years ago, and he followed Ceng Fanzhi's poems about flowers. Nowadays, flowers are similar to the moon, and the feeling of peace is just like in the past.
On the night of January last year, the flower market was brightly lit, the willow shoots were on the moon, and people were about after dusk. On the first night of this year, the moon light was still there, but I didn't see anyone last year, and my tears wet my sleeves.
4. What are the ancient poems about memory?
1, "Happy Li Han Since Crossing"
Year: Tang Author: Liu Changqing
South floating on the sea, Wan Li to Wutai. 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. Travel Notes in Northern Hebei
Year: Tang author:
Looking at my hometown every day, singing Bai Zhu's songs. It took a long time to remember when E69DA5E887AA3231335323635438+034313313633136333936 was not at home.
When you are frustrated, you talk alone, and when you are sad, only you know. Outside the guest pavilion, the willow turns south.
3. Jiang Shang Yin Jishan Cui Shaofu Guo Fu
Year: Tang Author: Meng Haoran
The spring embankment is full of willow hair, and it is a period of remembering old people.
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. Crying in the Night
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
On the edge of Huang Yuncheng, Wu wants to live and cry on the dumb branch.
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.
5. "Listen to the rain on a winter night"
Year: Song Author: Lu You
The eaves are dripping like a harp, so it's strange to hold a pillow to listen.
I remember singing blowing the sea in Jincheng, and I haven't known it for seven years.
6. "You can't trust me"
Year: Song Author: Wang Anshi
The hibiscus flowers are still falling at dusk, and my body is different from Huaning's.
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.
7. "Nian Nujiao? Drunk awake "
Year: Song Author: Zhou Bangyan
When I woke up drunk, I heard a bird singing and the quiet room was silent.
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.
8. "Yong Yule? Long memory of farewell
Year: Song Author: Su Shi
I often recall that when we parted, sitting on the scenic upstairs, Na Yue was as light as 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, sad to look at the shadow, * * * I have no sleep.
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.
9. "Three Farewells to Brothers-Postscript of Xin and Qiu in February"
Year: Modern Author: Lu Xun
Dreams often rush to their hometown, and they begin to believe that the world is bitter and parting.
Leaning on the bed at midnight, remembering my brother, the residual lamp is like a bean, and the moonlight is like a shadow.
At dusk, the boat stopped at the old nursery, and hedges surrounded the houses and trees.
Looking back on hometown music, when is it more important to raise flowers with urn?
Spring breeze is easy to send off the new year, so you can sail at night in the smoky waves.
What makes the ridge proud of me? The sail top takes too long.
10, Qinyuanchun? Changsha
Year: Modern Author: Mao Zedong
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island.
You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow.
The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.
Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?
I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years.
Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.
Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year.
Remember, when the midstream hit the water, the waves stopped the speedboat!
5. Poetry about memory
Li Shangyin in 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
After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking. When hatred came last spring. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
I remember when Xiao Mei first met him, his two focuses were on 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.
The first time I met you, in the crisp cup where I met you for the first time, it was so gentle, beautiful and affectionate that my face flushed when I took a sip. We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.
After parting, I remember meeting you, and I dreamed of being with you several times. I only took a silver photo tonight, but I'm still afraid that meeting is a dream.
6. What are the ancient poems about "memory"?
The ancient poems about "memory" are as follows:
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The distant mountains disappeared into the sea with the sky and the sky. I leaned against the tall building to watch the sky, and the wind blew hard at dusk. Turtledoves crowed outside the curtain, it was drizzling around, and several idle winter fields crossed the river to the beginning of spring ploughing, taking advantage of the spring rain to hoe the ground. Young leaves are like smoke, and the willow buds are green. Now think about it, the new green of this smoke has dyed the West Lake green. I remember that in the depths of the closed mountain, two or three willows will close.
Worried. The ancient river bank of the barren shoal, the duckweed minor of the broken duckweed, will drift to the Jiangwan? I still think that the waist is only afraid of a narrow one, which will be light, thin and lonely. I often wonder why I will soon see her beautiful peach-like appearance, but even her letter has been broken recently. Even though the letter is far away, why can't you see it in Lian Meng?
2. The Great Nine Days Song Pan Baixi
In front of the circus, under the hedge, I asked if I was old or heavy. Just got back, Nanshan is still green. The curtain heard the wind and rain last night, but it didn't look like boarding time. Song Yu's feelings make Lang Wei very thin.
Red bean grass, empty wine. The anvil is slightly cold and deceives the sleeve. Autumn is running out, and it has already failed. Strengthen the brim, I once kowtowed to the world. A few memories, perch in the old country, goose before frost.
3. Lou Yu Song Chun Ouyang Xiu
Hand-cut half-spoke cream gauze. Moths dyed green with fragrance and tears.
When painting, it is long and charming, and it is stained with sadness and light.
What's the maximum reward for me then? I want makeup marks to grow in my eyes.
As long as I remember it, I will meet you again like a flower.
4. "Crying Li Shangshu" Tang Du Fu
Zhang Bin and Artemisia, water disappeared in the same year.
If you want to go to Xu Hang, remember to take the boat.
Knowing each other becomes a hoary head, which is the end of the world.
When the wind and rain hit, the rivers and lakes burst into tears.
Xiuwen will close Lu, you will lose Zhang Qian.
People in the history museum are there, and poets show their sentences.
There are no horses in the guest pavilion, but worms hang on the net.
After Zhao's spiritual body, I returned to my soul.
Su Qiao closed the cemetery, and the microphone rang in the air.
Spring grass withers in autumn, and Wang Sun is like a party.
5. "It started in the autumn suburbs of Los Angeles and was more important than the servants in Taichung" Don Su Weidao.
I went to the frost department and pointed to Bing Xin.
During the Nan Fang period in Lipu, Gao Heng was temporarily in the north.
Beautiful scenery, bustling, gloomy Sichuan dusk.
Nursery leads to Guidian, and ditches hinder Shilin.
The wild child will pick it up, and Tian barbary will sing it.
Crickets rise in the autumn wind, and the night is already deep.
The imperial city is still gloomy, and there are several rumors.
Recalling the land covered by books, Lao Ge thanked Suoqin.
7. Poems about memories
1, "Who reads the west wind and is cool alone in Huanxisha" Qing: Nalanxingde who reads the west wind and is cool alone, Sasha Vujacic closes the window and misses the ancient sunset.
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 Dynasty: Li Qingzhao often gets drunk with plum blossoms in the snow every year.
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. Five generations of "stepping on the six songs and leaning on the green trees": the six songs are leaning on the green trees, and the willow wind is light and golden.
Who moved the cymbals and Zheng to the jade column and flew over the curtain and Haiyan? Eyes full of gossamer catkins, when the red apricot 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. In the shade, unique and quiet buildings stand 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. "Two Poems of Shenyuan" Song Dynasty: A corner of the sunset painting on Luyou City is sad, and Shenyuan is not revived by the pool platform, and the spring waves under the sad bridge are green. It 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.
In Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji raised the flag at the age of seven and suddenly rode across the river. Yan 62616964757A 68696416FE58685E5AEB9313336303164 Night soldiers hit the silver beard, and Han arrows flew to the golden servant.
Recalling the past and lamenting myself today, the spring breeze can't dye my white beard black. I think these tens of thousands of words can pacify Jin's strategy and exchange people from the east for the book of trees.
When I was young, I crossed the Yangtze River with more than 10,000 soldiers and elite cavalry. Jin's soldiers prepared rocket launchers at night, but our Han army fired an arrow named Jinpu Valley at the enemy in the early morning.
Recalling the past and sighing about myself now, spring breeze can't dye my white beard black. I think we should change the tens of thousands of words' strategy of pacifying Jin people into a book of planting trees with orientals.
8. Ancient poems about memories
The autumn suburbs of Los Angeles began to attract attention, serving the servants in Taichung. Time: Tang Author: Su Wei Daobo has a frosty place, pointing to the ice to stop the heart.
During the Nan Fang period in Lipu, Gao Heng was temporarily in the north. Beautiful scenery, bustling, gloomy Sichuan dusk.
Nursery leads to Guidian, and ditches hinder Shilin. The wild child will pick it up, and Tian barbary will sing it.
Crickets rise in the autumn wind, and the night is already deep. The imperial city is still gloomy, and there are several rumors.
Recalling the land covered by books, Lao Ge thanked Suoqin. "Farewell to Three Brothers-Postscript of Xin Chou in February" Time: Modern Author: Lu Xun's dream spirit often rushes to his hometown, only to believe in human suffering and separation.
Leaning on the bed at midnight, remembering my brother, the residual lamp is like a bean, and the moonlight is like a shadow. At dusk, the boat stopped at the old nursery, and hedges surrounded the houses and trees.
Looking back on hometown music, when is it more important to raise flowers with urn? Spring breeze is easy to send off the new year, so you can sail at night in the smoky waves. What makes the ridge proud of me? The sail top takes too long.
"Xi Chunci" Time: Song Author: Tian Chuchun came from Jiangguo, and the head of Yangliuling by the lake was Mei. Plum blossoms are falling, and the next season is urging.
Spring forces dominate the cold across the north of the Yangtze River, and orioles in deep valleys have wings. Xiao Yue's light smoke forbids the garden to crow, and the peaches and plums in the south garden become a new path.
As far as Fang Fei is concerned, the spring wave flies to the Weiwangdi. I remember last spring, Luo Jing's new makeup was Feng Dan Que.
Tianjin's water is green and smoke trees are deep, and Wanjing sings peony hair. Song Feng was in a cage in the suburbs when Tianzi rode a lucky horse.
I followed thousands of officials and thousands of riders, and Ilya flew at the same time. Six courtyards drive jade, and the kings are accompanied by seven nobles.
The incense turns into a golden calf cart, and the rainbow dragon is in the music. In front of Liuwei, Zhu Qiao, a boat is painted in the Hengtang Festival Garden.
Morning flowers are on coral mats, and night candles are on the hawksbill banquet. The moon in the West Building leaks into the deep palace, and the Ming River sinks into the Beidou.
Indulge in greed and joy, the people are already numerous. The jade hook hanging curtain opens the pheasant tail, and the ochre robe shines supreme.
It's only now that Linqing has stopped, and Dumen is no different from Tianya. Forget poetry, get drunk, but like ancient piano books.
Unfortunately, Chunfang is gradually returning, and Wuling tobacco leaves. Recalling Luoyang Road at that time, the soul of the Song Dynasty was empty and the residual flowers flew.