Poetry about the past that can't be returned 1. What poems or sentences describe the past that can't come back?
1, ten years of life and death are two boundless, unforgettable. 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. 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. -From the Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi recalled the dream on the twentieth day of the first month"
Interpretation of the vernacular: The two died for a lifetime and were isolated for ten years. They miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.
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. -From the Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
Vernacular Interpretation: Things have changed, the moon is in the sky, and Jiao Ren's tears are pearls. Lantian is sunny and warm, and you can see good jade and good smoke. The feelings of joys, sorrows and sorrows cannot be recalled today, but they have been inadvertently long ago.
3, red crisp hands, yellow wine, spring palace wall willow in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no. Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo! -From the Song Dynasty: Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix Red Crisp Hands
Explain in vernacular Chinese: In your rosy and crisp hands, hold a cup full of yellow wine. Spring is rippling all over the city, but you are as far away as a palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is and how thin the joy is blown. A full glass of wine is like a sad mood, and life after leaving for a few years is very bleak. In retrospect, I can only sigh: wrong, wrong, wrong!
The spring is still bright, but people have lost weight in vain. Tears washed away the carmine on his face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms in Man Chun fall on silent and empty ponds and pavilions. The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!
4, who read the west wind alone cool, rustling yellow leaves close the window, nostalgic for the sunset. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. —— From the Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "Who Read the West Wind and Cool Alone in Huanxisha"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Who misses the lonely feelings when the autumn wind blows cold? 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.
5, the dream is broken for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death. -From the Song Dynasty: Lu You's "Shenyuan"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: It has been more than 40 years since her death, and the willow in Shenyuan is too old to speak. I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.
2. What are the poems about "gone forever"?
The poem about "Never Look Back" is as follows:
1. You bury the mud under the spring to nail the bone, and I will send the snow all over the world. -Bai Juyi's dream in Tang Dynasty
2. If life is just like first sight, why worry about painting a fan in the autumn wind? -"Mulan Ci" by Nalan Xingde, a poet in Qing Dynasty. Antique rejects the words of Cambodian friends. "
3. Who wants the west wind to cool alone, and the rustling yellow leaves close the window and reminisce about the ancient sunset? -Qing Nalanxingde, "Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha"
4. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words. -The Southern Song Dynasty poet Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave" is the middle wall of Shuboshan Road.
5. The wind is crimson and the green leaves are full of branches. -The Poem of Distress by Du Mu, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty
First, you bury mud and nail bones under the spring, and I will send them to the snow world.
1. From Bai Juyi's Dream in Tang Dynasty.
2. The original poem: Dream at night, tears don't close in the morning. Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn. You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?
I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years. I think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being. Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?
Second, if life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?
1. Source: Mulan Ci. Antique words, written by the poet Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty.
2. The original poem: If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lushan language finished, it was half past midnight, tears poured down, and the bell finally stopped complaining about what it was like to be lucky.
Getting along with the right person should always be as sweet, warm, affectionate and happy as when we first met. But you and I should love each other, but why should we leave each other today? It's easy to change your heart now, but you say it's easy to change your heart in this world. Just like Tang He, you and I swore a life-and-death oath in the Palace of Eternal Life, but we finally said goodbye. Even so, we don't have any resentment. But how can Tang compare with that year? He has always made a vow to be a pair of birds and connect the branches with Yang Yuhuan.
Third, who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves close the window and think about the past.
1. Source: Huanxisha of Nalan Xingde's "Who Read the West Wind and Cool Alone" in Qing Dynasty.
2. The original poem: Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, nostalgic for the sunset. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
3. 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.
Fourth, teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words.
1. Source: The Ugly Slave by Xin Qiji, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, is the middle wall of Shuboshan Road.
2. Original poem: Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But it is a cool autumn.
When people are young, they don't know the taste of sadness, and they like to climb high and look far. I like to climb high and see far, and I am reluctant to say that I am worried about writing a new word.
Now I have tasted sadness, but I want to say it but I can't say it. I want to say it, but I can't say it. What a cool autumn!
Fifth, the wind is crimson and the green leaves are full of branches.
1. Source: Poems of Sorrow by Du Mu, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty.
2. Original poem: It is natural to go to school late in spring, so there is no need to be upset. The vicissitudes of nature make flowers wither, spring has passed, green leaves are lush, fruits are heavy, and it is almost the harvest season.
Just because I went to Chunguang late, I don't have to complain about bloom with melancholy. The wind blew away the bright red flowers, and now the leaves are shaded and the fruits are covered with branches.
I can't go back to the beautiful poems of the past.
At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
-I am the dividing line between beauty and ugliness.
About: the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
Under that sad bridge, the spring water is still green, and I saw her beautiful silhouette here that year.
Poetry background: This is a poem written by Lu You when he revisited Shenyuan (Shaoxing) at the age of 75.
In his later years, Lu You visited Shenyuan many times and wrote two most profound and touching mourning poems. I like this sentence best. )
It can be said that the subconscious revisits the Shen Garden in search of the illusion of youth and the moment of beauty.
Original poem: one of the gardens of Shen's family
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: 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.
4. What are the poems that lament that time is gone forever? Thank you.
If you don't come back in your prime, it's hard to wake up in the morning. You should encourage yourself in time, time waits for no one. Tao Qian
Have you noticed that the water of the Yellow River comes from all over the world, enters the ocean and never returns? Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night.
-Li Bai
Heaven and earth, the journey of all things; Time flies and generations have passed. -Li Bai
"Life is like a blink of an eye, just suddenly." -Zhuangzi
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year. Liu Xiyi
Time flies and makes people old, and the sun and the moon run like teenagers. -Great.
It passed like this, day and night! Confucius
Tomorrow follows tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. I will wait for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. If the world is tired tomorrow, it will go to Qiu Lai as a veteran in spring. Watch the water flow eastward and the sunset at dusk. A hundred years tomorrow can be geometric, please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia "Tomorrow Song")
The Yellow River flows eastward, the white sun sets in the west, Sichuan and streamers passing by, and they are erratic.
-Li Bai
Flowers bloom again and people are no longer young. -Guan Hanqing
5. What ancient poems describe forgiveness but can't go back to the past?
1, "Hairpin Phoenix" Song Dynasty: Tang Wan's world situation is thin, human feelings are evil, and flowers are easy to fall.
The breeze is dry and the tears are residual. If you have to worry, just say it alone.
Difficult, difficult, difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy.
Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! 2, "Tunxi Laisha" Qing: read the Nalanxing Deliang of the west wind alone, Sasha Vujacic leaves close the window, meditate on the past, and the sun sets.
Since I fell asleep in the spring after drinking, gambling books have spilled tea. At the time, it was just unusual. 3, "Magnolia" Qing: If Nalan Xingde's life is just like the first sight, why is the autumn wind sad to draw a fan?
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Li shan's language is clear and half-understood, and tears will not complain.
More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before. 4, "Ode to a White Head" Han Dynasty: Zhuo Wenjun is like a snowy mountain, with a bright moon in the clouds.
I heard that you have two hearts, so I came to break up with you. Today is like the last party, and tomorrow we will break up.
I moved my feet slowly along the edge of the road, and my past life flowed like water in a ditch, never returning. When I decided to take the king away from home, I didn't cry like an ordinary girl.
I am full of thinking that if I marry a person with a heart, I can love each other and be happy forever. The love of men and women is as light and soft as a fishing rod, and the fish is as lovely as a living wave. Men should attach importance to friendship, and there is no money to compensate for the loss of sincere love. 5, "Hairpin Phoenix" Song Dynasty: Lu You red crisp hands, yellow wine, spring palace wall willow into the city.
The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years.
No, no, no. Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
Mo, Mo Dao, Mo.