It is from Zhang Mingshan's Poems of Pu Tian Le in Yuan Dynasty.
Luoyang flowers, to the moon garden, good flowers should not hesitate to buy, the moon should not hesitate to buy.
Watching the flowers bloom and fall, according to the flowers bloom and fall, why are you so happy to raise your glass?
The moon is full of flowers, and the most bitter thing in life is to leave.
Flowers fade after the third spring, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is missed in February. People have left, when can they come again?
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Luoyang enjoys flowers and the moon in Liangyuan Garden. Good flowers should be bought at all costs, and so should the bright moon. Look at the blooming flowers by the railing and raise a glass to ask why the moon is so reunited. When the full moon falls and the flowers fade, the most bitter thing in life is to leave. Flowers wither until March, and when there is no moon, the Mid-Autumn Festival is full. When can I come back after I leave?
2. If you teach your eyes that there is no hatred, you won't believe that there are hoary heads in the world.
From the Song Dynasty Xin Qiji's "Partridges and the Fu of the Last Generation"
As the sun sets, Western jackdaw's homecoming brings me a melancholy. Only the willows in the pond give off green buds. No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment.
Out of the intestines, tears flow hard to close. With the love of acacia, once again boarded the little red chamber. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.
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Western Western jackdaw's homing in the sunset reminded me. Only the willows by the pool show green buds. If it weren't for the sadness of parting and the torture of not hating, I wouldn't believe that someone in this world would really be sad and bald. When you are separated from the intestine, tears will flow desperately. With the love of acacia, I once again boarded the little red chamber. I know there are countless mountains interrupting the distant sky, but I still can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it.
Water brings you the feeling of home, and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
From Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry" in the Tang Dynasty.
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.
At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
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Traveling by boat, passing by Jingmen, I came to Chu's hometown.
Castle Peak gradually disappears, and Ye Ping stretches as far as the eye can see. The Yangtze River surges and flows into the vast wasteland.
The moon reflects the river, just like flying a mirror tomorrow; Clouds rise and change endlessly, forming a mirage.
The water in my hometown is reluctant to part with me, and Wan Li sent me boating not far away.
4, affectionate since ancient times, but also a cold autumn festival!
From Yu Ling Han by Song Liuyong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
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After autumn, cicadas are so sad and in a hurry. Facing the pavilion, it was at night and a sudden rain had just stopped. Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start. Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat. Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn. It's been a long time since I left each other, and people who love each other are no longer together. I think even if we meet fine weather and beautiful scenery, it just seems like nothing. Even if it is full of affection, who can you enjoy it with?
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.
From Du Fu's Spring Hope in Tang Dynasty
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
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Chang' an fell and the country was broken, leaving only mountains and rivers; Spring has come, and Chang 'an, which is sparsely populated, has dense vegetation. Sentimental state affairs, tears can't help splashing, birds are heart-pounding, which only increases sadness but not hatred. The continuous war has lasted for more than half a year, and there are few letters from home. A letter is worth twelve thousand gold. Worried, scratching my head, my white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can't insert it.
2. What are the poems about parting with children? 1, bid farewell to old mother-Huang Jingren in Qing Dynasty.
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
I'm going to He Liang soon. I will lift the curtain and say goodbye to my mother reluctantly. I look sad and want to cry. On this snowy night, I can't be filial to my mother, but I have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. I can't help sighing: What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
2. Wandering Son-Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
3. Mother's other son-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.
Mother's son, son's mother, the sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and there is infinite sadness in crying.
4. Crossing the Liao River-Wang Jian in Tang Dynasty
From Xianyang, this trip to Liaohe River is five thousand miles away. If you don't go out, your parents know that this trip will be across the sea, and it will be difficult to meet again in this life.
When I went out, my mother made me some more clothes, as if afraid that I would have to go back in case there were no clean clothes to bury on the road.
Out of Xianyang, it's a long distance of five thousand miles to Liaoshui. Before going out, my parents knew that it would be a vast sea and it would be difficult to get together again in this life. When I left home, my mother made me some new clothes, as if I was afraid I would never come back. In case I die on the road, there will be no clean clothes to bury.
5. Yan Shi Xiu Liu Sao-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
Think about when you were a swallow, and you flew away, too. Your parents were so worried when you abandoned them. You should experience it today.
3. Recommend a poem that leaves the child: "Mother Biezi".
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Bai Juyi, the mother of the Tang Dynasty
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
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Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. The sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and the crying is infinitely miserable. The family lives in Chang 'an, Kansai, and her husband is a general in a high position. Last year, he was awarded a knighthood for his outstanding military exploits. I also got a reward of 2 million, so I married a bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in Luoyang.
If the bride is not satisfied when she comes, she will ask her husband to abandon her wife; She is the lotus in his palm, and I am the nail in their eyes. It is human nature to like the new and hate the old, and it is not enough to be sad. I will pack my bags and leave helplessly. But sadly, her husband's family still has two biological children left.
One can walk by the bed and the other can sit up. The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes. You and your wife are new lovers, but you never let our mother and son meet again. At this moment, my heart is full of unspeakable sadness. People's fickle feelings are not as good as the black magpie in the forest. Mothers don't leave their chicks, and males always take care of them.
This scene is like a peach tree in the backyard. The petals that once covered the greenhouse have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the top of the tree to experience frost, snow and rain. Newbie, newbie, listen to me. There are countless beautiful women in Luoyang Red Chamber. I hope the general will achieve something in the future and marry a more exquisite bride than you.
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This poem is about what the general said when he abandoned his wife and forced her mother and son to leave: where will you go, mother and son, even a bird in the forest; The mothers of those birds lost their children, and their husbands accompanied their wives and lived a kind, loving and comfortable life in their later years. Sad, tearful, vivid metaphor and unique artistic conception.
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4. The poem 1 is to leave my son. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place. ("Farewell Du to Shu Guan")
Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. (Li Bai: "Send a friend"
The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? ? (Bai Juyi: "Farewell to Ancient Grass")
4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow.
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun. (Wang Wei: "Send Yuan Er An Xi")
It's freezing and rainy, and it's already night in Wu, so it's calm to see the guests off. (Wang Changling: Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn)
6. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. (Gao Shi: "Don't be big")
7. The solitary sail is far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. (Li Bai: "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou")
8. We watched him go east through the tower gate, leaving only hoofprint behind him. (Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home)
9. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. A ladle of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong: "Goodbye")
5. What are the poems about leaving your mother? 1. Don't be old.
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
2. Short songs
Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian
When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill. Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years,
Half a day in the evening is better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.
Miss your mother.
Song Dynasty: Gong Yu
Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
4. Cry at midnight
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb.
Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.
Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.
If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.
A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad.
What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.
Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died.
What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.
The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.
Step 4: Sorry.
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous
It's me, Polygonum hydropiper. Artemisia argyi is a bandit. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
I am a loser, but I am a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
It is a pity that the bottle is used up. It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach. The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic!
Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing. I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone!
1. Don't be old.
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
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Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up.
On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
Background: In the thirty-sixth year of Emperor Gaozong (177 1), Huang Jingren went to Korea. On a snowy night, he bid farewell to his wife and daughter and his mother, and wrote this poem to express his sad mood.
6. What ancient poems describe "children are reluctant to leave their mothers"? She sewed carefully and mended it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home.
"Wandering Son" Jiao Cimu loves her son, not in return. "Huai Nan Zi" Liu Han 'an is pregnant in October, and the three students are rewarded.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years. The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet.
"Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy. My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children.
Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken.
"Whose Son" Tang Hanyu hangs down from the mother instrument, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent. Motto collection, vagrant, jiao, thread in the hands of loving mother, making clothes for wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze? Note (1) Wanderer: In ancient times, it was called a traveler. Yin: Body name.
(2) Wanderer: refers to the poet himself and the wanderer who has left his hometown. (3) Pro: Yes.
(4) fear: worry. Return: Come back, go home.
5] Who said: The difficulty lies in being a "difficulty". Say: say.
An inch of grass: grass. Here is a metaphor for children.
Heart: semantic pun refers to both the stems of vegetation and the hearts of children. [6] reward: reward.
Sanchunhui: The bright sunshine in spring refers to the kindness of a loving mother. Sanchun: In the past, the first month of the lunar calendar was called Meng Chun, February was called Midspring, and March was called Ji Chun, collectively known as Sanchun.
Hui: Sunshine. Describe maternal love as the warm sunshine that shines on children in spring.
"Whose Son" Han Yu's bald old mother covered the door and broke the sleeves. The old white-haired mother closed the door and cried.
You can't keep your sleeve if it's broken. About the author: Han Yu (768-824, 65438+February 25th), born in Heyang, Henan Province (now mengzhou city, Henan Province), of Han nationality, calls himself the "King of Changli County" and is known as "Han Changli" and "Mr. Changli" in the world.
An outstanding writer and thinker in Tang Dynasty.
7. Are there any poems that can express the separation of father and son? Father would like to know if there is a sentence in his poem, "Watch out for kindness and feed back all sentient beings".
Year: Song Author: He Menggui
There are birds ranking me, and the group is dumb and shouting.
Feathers are just brainstorming and feedback, in order to repay the kindness of parents.
The Yi people have long lost their sense of justice, and it is an honor to hear that.
Birds and insects know what is righteousness, and filial piety lies in it.
The young owl was divided into two parts, and the young shrike lost its meat.
There is no cruelty in heaven and earth, and there is no disparity between good and evil.
Second, martial arts, dutiful son in birds, rebellious son in the world.
Parents love children very much, and children's hearts can be like parents.
Who is really empty in life is a long cry of the sensible class.
It's not enough to have the sun. Lao Wu holds the young tree at night.
8. Poems describing parting with his wife and children:
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
moonlit night
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Fu
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In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
Interpretation: Tonight, the moon in Zhangzhou must be equally clear and round. If you miss your wife, you can only watch it alone.
Poor little child, how can you feel the sadness of missing?
Hazy, perhaps wet his wife's sideburns; The cold moonlight should reflect the cold jade arm of his wife.
When can we meet again and enjoy the moon by leaning against the thin curtain? It is a certain moonlight, let the moonlight dry our tears silently.