Poems describing nostalgia

Yuan Zhen's From Thinking

It was once difficult for the sea to touch water, forever amber. Hurried by the flowers in the walk, lazy look back; This reason, half because of the ascetic ascetic, half because of you once you.

Du Mu's

After ten years of floating rope inspection, he offered himself as a reward before he died. Autumn mountains and spring rains are idle, and they lean all over the south of the Yangtze River.

Li Shangyin's evening rain

You asked about the return date, and evening rain rose to the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain.

Yu Mei Ren by Li Yu (When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon)

When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon? What do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country was unbearable to look back at the moon and the Ming Dynasty. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward.

Two Poems

The flowers in the forest thanked the spring flowers, and they were in a hurry, but they had no choice but to come to the cold rain and come to the wind late. When is the weight of the tears? Naturally, people grow up and hate water.

Going to the West Building alone without words, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard. Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is sadness, especially the general taste in my heart.

Yuan Hao asked

Touching the Fish. What is love in the world, so that life and death are mutually committed? Flying in all directions, the old wings are cold and hot several times. Have fun, leave bitter, and there will be more children in the school. You should have a word, Wan Li clouds, Qian Shan sunset snow, only shadow to whom? Hengfen road, lonely when the flute and drum, the smoke is still flat. What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly cries the wind and rain. The sky is also jealous, and if you don't believe it, the birds and swallows are all loess. For generations to come, to be reserved for poets, to sing and drink wildly, and to visit Yanqiu.