On the street, the orioles sing and the grass is smoked, and the fish scales are wrinkled by the wind and become wrinkled by the water. The red beans in the south of the Yangtze River miss each other bitterly, and the flowers bloom every year to remember you. ——"Poem of Mourning" (Qing Dynasty) Wang Shizhen
Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches will appear in spring. I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing. "Lovesickness" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei
A Cut of Plum Blossoms Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn, I undress lightly and get on the lotus boat alone. Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returned, the moon was full on the west tower.
The flowers drift by themselves and the water flows by themselves, a kind of lovesickness and two places of leisurely sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Sauvignon Blanc Tang Li Bai
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an, the wefts sing and cry, the golden waves are heard, the frost is desolate, the lake is cold, the solitary lamp is unclear, and I am heartbroken, I roll up the curtains and look at the moon sky, sighing , the beauty is like a flower separated by clouds, there is the long blue sky above, and the waves of green water below. The soul is flying in the distance forever, and it is difficult for the dream soul to reach the mountain. The longing for lovesickness is heartbreaking!
Autumn Wind Ci Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves are gathering and scattered, the jackdaws are roosting, and I know when we will meet each other. I am embarrassed at this time and night. Come into my lovesick door, knowing that I am lovesick and painful. Acacia is a long-lasting memory, but a short love-sickness is endless. I had known that it would be so disturbing, why not have known each other before?
Poetry of others (2)
Bu Suanzi Li Zhiyi of the Northern Song Dynasty
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, the king is at the tail of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink the water of the Yangtze River. When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love. !
Untitled Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Last night the stars and the wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of the Guitang. There were no colorful phoenixes flying on the body. There was a clear connection in my heart. I sent Gouchun wine to the other seat to warm me up. Cao She was covered with wax and the lamp was red. He sighed and listened to the drum to answer the official question. He walked around Malantai and turned around the tent!
Untitled Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was a light rain outside Furong Pond. thunder. The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well. Mr. Jia peeked behind the curtain, Young Master Han, and Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei. In the heart of spring, don't let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray!
Untitled Tang Li Shangyin
The heavy curtains are deep in the Mochou Hall, and the night after lying down is slender. The life of a goddess was just a dream, and the life of my sister-in-law was originally a dream. The wind and waves don’t believe that the water chestnut branches are weak. Who teaches the fragrance of osmanthus leaves to the moon dew? It is clear that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness.
Remembering my younger brother Tang Du Fu on a moonlit night
The sound of drums interrupting the pedestrian movement is heard by the sound of wild geese in the autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
Poetry of others (3)
"Listen to the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Whose jade flute is flying quietly, scattered in the spring breeze Los Angeles. In this nocturne, I hear the willow trees breaking, and who can forget the love of my hometown?
"Midnight Wu Song" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
"Autumn Song" There is a moon in Chang'an, and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes. The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love between the two. When will the Hu barbarians be pacified and the good men stop their expedition?
"Winter Song" The post envoys of the Ming Dynasty were sent out, and their robes were draped all night long. My bare hands are cold enough to draw needles, but they are worth scissors. The tailor sent a message a long way, how many days will it arrive in Lintao?
"Send to Judge Han Chuo of Yangzhou" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
My friend, the green mountains are faintly covered by the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn. Twenty-Four Bridges On a moonlit night, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute?
"The Night Rain Sends to the North" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The king of his deceased wife asked about her return date but had not yet heard of it. The night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
"Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
A stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees.
Poems of others (4)
Reflections on Tang Yuanzhen
Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to deal with, but the water was not clouds except Wushan. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Meet Tang Cen Shen, the envoy to Beijing
Looking eastward from my hometown, the road is long, and my sleeves are full of tears. We will meet soon without pen and paper, so I can rely on you to send messages of peace.
People miss home every day. Xue Daoheng in the Sui Dynasty
People are only seven days old and have been away from home for two years. After returning to the wild geese, my thoughts are in front of the flowers.
Liu Cishuo, Tang Dynasty Liu Zao
It has been ten frosts in the guest house and the state, and I remember Xianyang day and night when I return home. I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown.
Hearing the flute in Luocheng on a spring night by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The sound of someone’s jade flute flies darkly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luocheng. In this nocturne, I hear the willow trees breaking, and who can forget the love of my hometown?
Extended reading: Poems about et al.
1. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it in the end. I feel haggard because of the beauty. - Liu Yong's "Feng Qiwu"
2. The relationship between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your son's hand and grow old together. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs·Beifeng·Drumming"
3. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? -Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal"
4. When will we know when we miss each other? It's embarrassing at this night. - Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
5. If there is a beautiful woman, you will never forget it when you see her. If you don't see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy. -Anonymous "Feng Qiu Huang·Qin Song"
6. This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road unfolded. Both ends.
- Zheng Chouyu's "Fu Farewell"
7. Entering my lovesickness door, I know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness makes me remember each other, and short lovesickness makes me infinite. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
8. Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. -Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Lisi"
9. The king is like dust on the road, and the concubine is like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet in harmony? -Cao Zhi's "The Moon on a High Building"
p>10. The desolate farewell and the last two echoes are the same, the most unbearable resentment in the moonlight.
-Nalan Xingde's "Poppy Beauty"
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