1. Verses about the old and new (verses about the alternation of the old and new)
Verses about the old and new (verses about the alternation of the old and the new) 1. Verses about the alternation of the old and the new
< p> 1. The sun is rising and the night is dying, and spring is entering the old year. ——Wang Wan of the Tang Dynasty, "Under the Cibeigu Mountain"Translation: The night has not yet faded, and the rising sun has risen slowly over the river. It is still in the old year, and there is already a breath of spring in the south of the Yangtze River.
2. Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased tree. ——Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, "Rewarding Lotte at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"
Translation: Thousands of boats were rushing past beside the sunken boat, and thousands of green trees were showing signs of life in front of the withered and diseased trees. thrive.
3. The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. ——Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty, "Yuan Ri"
Translation: Amidst the roaring sound of firecrackers, the old year has passed; the warm spring breeze brings the new year, and people happily drink the newly brewed Tusu liquor.
4. Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years. ——"Five Poems·Part 2" by Zhao Yi in the Qing Dynasty
Translation: There are many talented people in the country from generation to generation, and their poems, articles and popularity will be passed down for hundreds of years (famous for generations).
5. Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year. ——Liu Xiyi of the Tang Dynasty, "The Sad White-headed Old Man / White-headed Chant / Thoughts"
Translation: The flowers remain the same year after year, but the people who look at the flowers are different year after year.
6. There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers. ——Lu You of the Song Dynasty, "Visiting Shanxi Village"
Translation: The mountains are overlapping and the water is twisting. Just when I am worried that there is no way to go, suddenly another mountain village appears in front of me.
7. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Tour to Qiantang Lake"
Translation: A few early orioles are vying to perch in the warm trees facing the sun, and the newly arrived swallows are busy building nests and carrying mud.
2. Poems about the replacement of the old with the new
1. Time only makes people grow old, do not believe in sentimentality, long-lasting regrets leave the pavilion, tears drop on spring clothes and wine easily wakes up.
——Yan Shu "Picking Mulberries·Time Only Helps People grow Old" 2. The flowing light easily throws people away, red cherries and green bananas. ——Jiang Jie's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms·A Boat Crossing the Wujiang River" 3. I advise you not to be drunk before flowers. This year's flowers will fade, next year's flowers will fade, and your head will turn gray.
——Zhao Bingwen's "Qing Xing'er·Wind and Rain Replace Flowers' Sorrow" 4. With old age, the affection diminishes, and the farewell wine is timid. ——Xin Qiji's "Magnolia Slowly·Chuzhou Farewell to Fan Wu" 5. The past has been broken several times in this life, but the mountain shape is still pillowed by the cold current.
——Liu Yuxi's "Nostalgia in Xisai Mountain" 6. I refused to marry the spring breeze, but I was misled by the autumn breeze for no reason. ——He Zhu's "Bitter Heart·Willows Return to the Pond" 7. The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, and it was once the shadow of a startled grand.
——Lu You's "Two Poems on Shen Yuan" 8. In the past, the snow was like flowers, but now the flowers are like snow. ——Fan Yun's "Farewell Poems" 9. People come with letters like autumn leaves, and things leave no trace like spring dreams.
——Su Shi "On the 20th of the first lunar month, I went out to the suburbs with Pan Guo Ersheng to look for spring. I remember that we went to the Queen's City on the same day last year to compose poems and preface rhymes" 10. One farewell to the capital, three changes to the fire, the end of the world Walk through the world of mortals. ——Su Shi's "Linjiang Immortal: Send Money to Mu Fu" 11. There are plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and people have spots on their temples at the end of the world.
——Liu Zhu's "Partridge Sky·Snow Shines on the Mountain City and Jade Fingers Are Cold" 12. Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things; time is the passer-by of hundreds of generations. ——Li Bai's "Preface to the Spring Night Banquet in the Peach and Plum Garden" 13. I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there.
As I come to think about it, it is raining and snowing. ——"Plucking Wei" 14. The world is a big dream, how many autumns are there in life? ——Su Shi's "Moon over Xijiang: A Big Dream of Worldly Affairs" 15. Before I realized the dream of spring grass in the pond, the sound of autumn leaves in front of the steps was already heard.
——Zhu Xi's "Occurrence" 16. Plants and trees also know sorrow, and their youth turns gray. ——Cao Xueqin's "Tang Duoling·Catkins" 17. How many times can we meet again in this life and laugh for hundreds of years.
——He Menggui's "Touching Fish: Remembering Where Everyone Is in the New Year" 18. When the young man left home and his elder brother returned, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. ——He Zhizhang's "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown - Part One" 19. The lamp behind the back and the moon are in the shade of the flowers, and it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.
——Nalan Xingde's "Poppy·Silver Bed and Pitched Asphalt Wu Lao" 20 Three thousand feet of pure worry and hair on the temples, fifty years of prosperous spring dreams. ——Qiao Ji's "Order of Gui Gui·Gu Chuang Qing Ming" 21. Autumn grass grows on strangers every year, and the sun sets in the building every day.
——Yan Jidao's "Partridge Sky· Drunkly Patting Spring Clothes and Cherishing the Old Fragrance" 22. People have disappeared in those days, but today the water is still cold. ——King Luo Bin, "Sending People to People in Yishui" 23. More than twenty years have been like a dream, although this body is in shock.
——Chen Yuyi's "Linjiangxian·Deng Xiaoge at Night Recalling Old Tours in Luozhong" 24. A new song and a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. ——Yan Shu's "Huanxisha·A New Song and a Glass of Wine" 25. The shadow of the leisurely cloud pool is long, and things change and the stars move several autumns.
——Wang Bo's "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" 26. We look forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival every year, and worry about the fog and rain every year. ——Zeng Ji "The moonlight is beautiful from the 14th to the 16th night of August in Guiwei" 27. A horse is caught in a sigh, a fire is caught in a stone, and the body is caught in a dream.
——Su Shi's "Xing Xiangzi·Recounting Memories" 28. The rise and fall of eternal dreams of prosperity, the poetic eye is tired of the world.
——Zhang Kejiu's "The Full Moon: Calligraphy in the Mountains" 29. There are thousands of willows in the Qingjiang River, and the old Banqiao was twenty years ago.
——Liu Yuxi's "Willow Branches".
3. Poems related to the past
1. Old books should be read hundreds of times, and those who read them deeply will understand themselves.
2. But when you hear about the new, people laugh, when you hear about the old, you cry
3. New hatred and old sorrow are all aroused, and the purple sleeves looked at the bow in those days
4. Part 1 of New Hatred and Old Frowning. The moon is still standing
5. The old hatred is flowing continuously in the spring river, and the new hatred is thousands of clouds and mountains
6. The old hatred is lingering in silence, and I secretly shed tears to the spring breeze several times
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7. The past has faded away, and old hatreds have blossomed
8. I have thousands of buckets of wine to pour out all the new sorrows and old hatreds
9. New sorrows The old hatred floats on the river in vain
10. The old hatred in the end of the world is lonely and desolate, no one cares about it
11. The old hatred is blown away by the red leaves, whistling.
4. What are the poems about "replacement of old appearance with new appearance"
1. Yuan Day
Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi
Firecrackers The sound marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. Thousands of households always replace old talismans with new peaches.
Translation:
Amidst the roaring sound of firecrackers, the old year has passed; the warm spring breeze brings the new year, and people happily drink the newly brewed Tusu wine . The rising sun shines on thousands of households, and they are all busy taking down the old peach charms and replacing them with new ones.
2. Thoughts of Spring
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The swallow grass is like silk, and the green branches of Qin mulberry are low. When you are pregnant and return home, it is the time when your concubine is heartbroken. If you don't know the spring breeze, why should you enter the Luo curtain?
Translation:
The grass in Yan is as green as silk, and the mulberry trees in Qin have green leaves. When you miss your home and look forward to the day you return, I have long missed you and been filled with sorrow. Spring breeze, you and I are strangers, why do you blow into the tent and make me sad?
3. Dayesu Stone Inn
Tang Dynasty: Dai Shulun
Whoever asks about the hotel, Han Deng is the only one who is friendly. The year is about to end, and no one has returned from thousands of miles away. Liao Luo is sad about the past, and laughs at this body. With a sad face and faded temples, spring will come again tomorrow.
Translation:
Who comes to visit and express condolences in this lonely hotel, there is only a lonely lamp to accompany people. Tonight is the last night of the year, and I am still a guest thousands of miles away, unable to return home.
Looking back at the past, I have achieved nothing, which makes me feel sad and sad. I am lonely and only have a bitter smile and bitterness. Sorrow has made my face look older, my hair has grown gray on my temples, and I welcome a new year with a sigh.
4. New Year's Works
Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing
The hometown is full of enthusiasm for the new year, and the sky is alone with tears. When you grow old, you live among others, and when you return in spring, your guests come first. The mountains and apes are in the same day and dusk, and the rivers and willows are in the wind and smoke. Already like Changsha Fu, a few more years from now.
Translation:
As the New Year approaches, I feel homesick even more intensely, and I can’t help but shed tears at Independence Horizon. When I reach old age, I am relegated to the rank of others, and the return of spring rushes ahead of me.
The apes and monkeys in the mountains spend the dusk with me, and the willows by the river share my sorrow. I have suffered the same fate as the Grand Tutor. How long will this life last?
5. Magpies stepping on the branches·Who said that leisurely love can be thrown away for a long time
Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi
Who says that leisurely love can be thrown away for a long time? Every time spring comes, the melancholy still remains. I often get sick and drink in front of flowers every day, but I dare not say that I look beautiful and thin in the mirror. There are willows on the Qingwu embankment by the river. I want to ask about new sorrows. Why do they happen every year? The wind on the independent bridge fills the sleeves, and the new moon people in the flat forest return.
Translation:
Who said leisure and leisure have been forgotten for too long? Every time New Year comes, my melancholy mood remains the same as before. In order to eliminate this kind of worry, I drank heavily in front of the flowers every day, let myself get drunk, and even lost weight. When I looked in the mirror, my appearance had changed. The grass along the river is luxuriant.
The river bank is shaded by willow trees. Seeing such beautiful scenery, I sadly thought to myself, why do new sorrows arise every year? I stood alone at the end of the small bridge, with the breeze blowing my sleeves. Only the rows of trees in the distance, shadowy in the dim moonlight, kept me company.