Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. 2. Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, was untitled. Last night, the stars were shining, the wind was blowing last night, the west of the studio and the east of Guixiangtang.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. 3. The Northern Song Dynasty poet Qin Guan's "Que Qiao Xian" is clever, flying stars convey grievances, and silver and Han are dark.
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? Second, the poem about plum blossoms 1, there are several plum blossoms in the corner of Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom, and hanling blooms alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. 2, Lu You's "Plum Blossom quatrains" heard that plum blossoms are fragrant and snowy all over the four mountains.
How can I become a hundred billion, a plum blossom? 3. Xiaogang's "Plum Blossoms in the Snow" was absolutely shocked. Plum Blossoms arrived late, which was a glimpse in the snow. The lower branches are visible, but the higher branches are hard to know.
Everyone is embarrassed to show their wrists and make way for each other. You must also learn two or three skills by cutting and confusing.
2. Poems about Grass Poems about Grass: The grass on the tree, Li Bai, a bird with the title of Noda Grass, strayed into the dead mulberry.
The ground is not so easy to be uprooted and rooted in the soil, and it will not die in spring. Although the vegetation is ruthless, because mutual dependence can still exist.
Why do leaves and leaves on the same tree have different fates? Li Bai, who saw the Chinese Pulsatilla in the weeds, got drunk and went to the Tianjia wilderness to sing.
In the grass, there are Chinese Pulsatilla. Fold the mirror, and everything will decline with the temples.
Slightly fragrant like a slap in the face, I hate the east wind. Chang Xin Cao (a long letter to the palace, a song to express resentment) Cui Chang Xin Gong Cao is sad every year.
Therefore, the invasion of beads does not make jade step away. The Spring Grass Palace yearns for the invisible king of Liu Changqing, and the fragrant grass is the spring scenery of the old palace.
Or use the color of the skirt, green to show the Chu people. Provincial experimenters entered Liang Zhong Wudongheng Chuncao, where there was a piece of Lingcao and a stream beside it.
This is a mess of raspberry moss color, but it is still fragrant. It is called a far scholar, and it is held to serve the Ming king.
North Que Yan lives close, and Nanshan lives longer. Gold paste is wonderful, stone marrow is not good.
Touch a drop and you won't die. Weeding rhododendron is harmful to people, so why bother to repair it?
Its poison is very stinging, and its abundance is countless. Walking in front of the forest in the morning, the river color is still there.
How can I stay in the high autumn when the thorn pierces my eyes? When the frost is wet, it is difficult for the leaves to stay.
Lotus hoe is naive and still begging. Turn to the middle of the water, is it like a fishing boat?
Stubborn roots grow easily, and dare to make them higher. I feel more relaxed and quiet because of the wide obstacles.
You can't be embarrassed, and you can't believe in illness. The grass in the court is cold and blue at the beginning, and it comes into sight in spring.
Old leaves are raised low, and new leaves are heavy. You should go into battle lightly, and there will be repeated confessions when there is a banquet.
Look at the flowers with the order of the festival, and dare not be strong. Jiang Chuchun sent the judge Lu Huangfu Ranjiang and Hehe.
Miscellaneous weeds are constant, they want to live. Far away in the sky, leisurely, the rain is deep and the smoke is shallow.
Look embarrassed, worry increases, but the pace is slow and embarrassing. Li Pu Xi Xiang Bin, Si Fujun Xi sent beautiful women.
Chu Xiang Road, Xi, Wu Zhou District, far away from the isolated city, Yi Xi defends alone. When the new moon can separate the dew, the setting sun shines in the sky.
Ask what you want, it's too late to drown in the whirlwind. Tingzhou is full of grass, and Wang Sun is willing to read Home Returning Day.
Dongfeng Pavilion is endowed with a cold current grass. Tourists can't get tired of seeing the grass beside Dongli Creek. Yu Fang is old in a secluded place and looks cold in a dark color.
Fortunately, I am very satisfied with my feelings and have not been rewarded with green. Chuncao rumor Gu Kuang Chuncao didn't understand the lines, so he took people to the east.
January and February are full of colors, and Wan Li is thousands of miles away. It was endowed with the grass of the royal garden. In the shady imperial garden, Yao grass has long sunshine.
Dysprosium contains smoke, and there is a faint sunset. The rain is denser and the wind is warm and fragrant.
Hold the edge of the staff and ride into the chapter. Wet smoke can't shake, and the fine shadow is messy.
If you are always afraid that it is too late, who can tell the difference? Caocao, caozhang.
Discount, look. Being born everywhere makes people old.
The golden palace is made of jade, and the ancient road is deserted. Qingqing is thousands of miles away. It's early spring.
Every time the north and the south leave, they pour things one by one. I am a mountain man, chatting with Wang.
Longchi Spring Grass Chen Yi Youth Guangfeng Garden, fine grass all over Longchi. Qu Zhu crossed the apple leaves and went back to the pond to provoke willow branches.
The wind blew and I tried to leave the shore. The ribbon golden dike is quiet, and the shade is connected with Yushu.
The sun is floating and the waves are moving unevenly. Whether it is farther than life, Fang Xin doesn't know.
Hu Ling's "xianggong" saw what the new orchid was, and ordered Liu Yuxi to be the grass in front of the national court and move it to Xunzi in Hanshui. Although Zhumen is different, Yushu is cloudy.
Brilliant colors condense and spread, and the fragrance never returns. Guanghua juvenile Pei has a soft heart.
Cherish the night in Philip Burkart and enjoy the solitude in the air. Those who send a message to know each other play the piano in the wind.
The scenery of the province is floating on the grass. Liu Yuxi is bustling with beautiful spring scenery and lush green grass. The calendar is chaotic and fresh, and each has its own shortcomings.
At first glance, I suspect that I am in cotton and have a little money. The shadow breaks through Lambert, and the fragrance turns to clusters.
The smoke is colorful and dewy. Fortunately, due to the adoption date, this is Fang's era.
Say goodbye to Bai Juyi's ancient grass, the boundless grass on the plain, which comes and goes with the four seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Grass in the tree Zhang Hu Grass in the tree is not dangerous to support its roots. Grass grows a tree but dies. You can know glory and death.
Hurt grass like a guest, die first every year. There is no reason to accompany the flowers, just because of the wind for the time being.
Grass in the yard Cao Ye The grass in the yard is very shallow, and nature has done nothing. I dare not complain about the spring breeze.
In the residual rain south of the abandoned garden wall in Ye Luo, the color of robes is velvet. The faint fragrance secretly stirs the footsteps of tourists, and far green is the only way.
The three Chu people hate their guts, and it's hard to meet them outside the gate of Wuhou. Every year, there is a spring breeze with 10,000 wheels.
In Tianjie on the banks of Qujiang River, there are many chariots and horses in both places. Unlike seeing you in Nanpu, half and half.
Enjoy spring (one is fragrant grass and the other is a spring outing). The fragrant grass in Ye Luo is warmer and greener, and the road to leisure is temporary. Check human affairs every year, only the spring breeze does not love the world.
Don Yan Qian, Chuncao, entered the pond with his dream, but he was not in Jingu. The green wind blows all over the world year after year.
Spring grass Tang Yanqian went around the roadside from north to south, and there were roots everywhere. Growing up is always a heartless thing, and it has been blowing for another year.
Spring grass in Qujiang is in the valley, flowers fall on the bank of the river, warm smoke disappears, and the color of rain and grass is far away. Don't roll the incense wheel until it is green, and leave it to the sad people to get drunk.
During my five or five years in Guanghua, I publicly visited the province to test Cao Chun's green poetry. The title is Zheng Gu Changhong's new work "Blood Stains", which covers the riverside. If you want to find a flower path, you must be fascinated by Cui people.
The window screens meet and build by laying bricks or stones, which is beautiful in jade. The sky borrows a new sunny color, and the clouds bypass the sunset and spring.
Grass and Wu Rong can't be dyed, and painting can't be obtained. When Changhong was alive, there should be no such color.
Spring grass is green, the east wind blows, and the grass is new in color. Thousands of miles in depth, fighting for a spring.
The tender leaves are in the smoke, and the fragrance moves to the shore. On the golden pool lighting day, the road is fragrant dust.
How wide is the contribution of nature? Yang and force are self-balanced. Today, when it happens, I sincerely wish it a wonderful day.
Spring grass is blue, Yin Wengui's fine grass is blue and sad, and there are thousands of faces in Nanpubin. Growing up is like hating farewell, and growing up hurts spring.
Rain smoke is China Resources, and the sunset is fine and even. Flowers are sticky and colorful, and people win with softness.
The shallow reflection reflects the water in the palace pool and faintly covers the dust on the road. Du Hui, if you can get married, swear to pay your debts.
Grass Xu Yin waste garden wasteland is covered with green moss, and it is hard to open a long letter and hate. Gusu elk eats and thinks about food, whether the prince and grandson of Chuze will come or not.
The color is tender like dyed blue juice, and the leaves are cut like scissors. After Zhao Yan's death, celebrities came forth in large numbers, and Guo Kuitai remained immortal.
Xu Yin, a roadside grass, made a ceremony in Qinyuan Bay, Li Ping, who taught the roots to the roadside. Bare-hoofed embroidered hub looks like a platform, but it is not glorious when it is glorious.
Spring grass and fragrant grass are not only full of pools, but also sweet words in dreams. The spring breeze has enough power to reach the ancient city wall.
Grass Su Zheng, sympathy for fatigue, dedication. Every year, I help the world. I plant the noble and the humble.
Because there are many grasses, everyone who wants to pick them knows. If the branches are gods, how can the daughter be straight?
Raw grass is not a crude drug, so it can't show virtue. Crude drugs don't grow grass, so there's no way.
3. Poems about missing.
1. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection, No.4.
2. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it frosted already? . -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
3. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. -Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
4. When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during the festive season. -Wang Wei's "Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain"
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. -Wang Wei's "Acacia"
6. linglong dice Ann Monkey Bean, do you know how much you miss it? -The article "Two Songs of Nan Gezi"
7. I don't know who to talk to about lovesickness. -Yan's Sauvignon Blanc.
8. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
9. Looking back at the flowers lazily is half qualified. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection, No.4.
10. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
1 1. If you don't miss your life, you will miss it and it will hurt you. -Xu Zaisi's "Gui Ling Chun Qing"
12. I just hope your heart is the same as mine. Don't miss it. -Li Chi Ngai's operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River.
4. Poems describing grass. "Farewell to the ancient grassland"
Author: Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
1, original text
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
2. Translation
Yuan Ye is covered with lush grass, which withers and turns green every year. Yuan's fire will not go out, but when it blows, it is full of vitality.
The fragrance of fragrant grass permeates the ancient road, and the city is desolate under the sunshine. He also sent the wanderer on a long journey on the ancient road, and looked at the lush grassland, which was extremely sad.
Second, "South of the City"
Author: Ceng Gong in Song Dynasty
1, original text
The spring rain is swift, the pond is full, and the mountains are high and low, east and west, and the mountain roads are rugged.
The hot and lively peach blossoms and plum blossoms have been blooming for a while, but now it has passed, only the grass in spring grows bigger and greener.
2. Translation
The spring rain is swift, the pond is full of water, and the mountains are undulating in the distance. The mountain road is rugged from east to west. Peach blossoms and plum blossoms that have been in full bloom for a while are out of date at the moment, and I can only see the spring grass in front of me, which is green. .
Third, "Spring Grass"
Author: Tang Tang
1, original text
Walking around the roadside every day, roots are everywhere.
Growing up is always a heartless thing, and it has been blowing for another year.
2. Translation
Spring has come, roadside grass grows everywhere, relying on grass roots and spring grass grows everywhere. But the lush spring grass always urges people to go home, and the spring breeze blows the green grass for another year!
Fourth, "wandering son"
Author: Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty
1, original text
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.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
2. Translation
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?
Five, "recent Nong is an oil leaf in the south of the Yangtze River"
Author: Zhao Meng in Yuan Dynasty
1, original text
There are tender flowers everywhere, and lush grass thousands of miles away.
2. Translation
All the flowers are falling and the grass is growing, which reminds me of my sadness.
5. Describe the poem I miss very much, like this star is not last night, and the wind dew stands in the middle of the night for whom. -Huang Jingren's Two Poems of Love.
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. Customs are strange, who to talk to. -Liu Yong's Lin Yuling
My concubine is like Xu Shan in my eyes, and Lang is like a stone Buddha in my eyes. -Zhu Yizun's "Best of Yuanyang Lake"
Away from hate, like spring grass, you are still alive as you go further and further. -Li Yu's "Qing Ping Le"
There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy. -Anonymous "Feng Qiu Qin Huang Ge"
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. -Yan "Two Poems of Linjiang Fairy".
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. -Liu Yong's Lin Yuling
All roads lead to gold and jade. I only saw the alliance between wood and stone. Facing the sky, the nobles in the mountains are crystal clear with snow; I will never forget the lonely forest in the world. -Cao Xueqin's "lifelong mistake"
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
Repeated tears seal the word, and life is only difficult to die. -Wen, "The Recent Flowers"
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. -Wen, "More Leaking Three Third Songs"
After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia. -Xu Zaisi's "Gui Gui Ling"
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. -Liu Yong's Lin Yuling
Thin shadow self-pity autumn waters clear, you have to pity me, pity you. -Feng Xiaoqing's "complaints"
6. The poem about grass is 1. The sky is gray,
Wild,
See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.
(Song of Chile)
The endless grassland on the plain,
As each season comes and goes.
(Bai Juyi: "Fu De Gu Cao Yuan Farewell"
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers still exist.
Trees and grass turn green again in spring.
(Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
(Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
5. The forest is black, and the wind hits the grass.
However, the general tried to shoot arrows at night.
(Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
6. grow beans in Shannan,
There are more grass and fewer bean seedlings.
(Tao Yuanming: Return to the Garden)
7. The road is narrow and the vegetation is long.
Xi Lu stained my clothes.
(Tao Yuanming: (Returning to Yuantianju))
8. I feel sorry for you,
There is an oriole singing in the tree.
(Wei Wuying: (in Xixi, Chuzhou))
9. These flowers are becoming more and more charming.
Only shallow grass can have no horseshoe.
(Bai Juyi: (Qiantang Spring Tour))
10. The rain in Tianjie is very refreshing.
The color of the grass is close in the distance, but not at all.
(Han Yu: "Two Early Spring Poems by Zhang Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water")
1 1. The eaves are low and small.
Green grass by the stream.
(Xin Qiji: "Qingpingle Village Residence")
Outside the exhibition hall,
Along the ancient road,
The grass is blue
(Li Shutong: "Goodbye")
13. Lonely and pitying the grass,
There is an oriole singing in the tree.
(Wei Wuying: In Xixi Chuzhou)
14. The rain in Tianjie is very refreshing.
The color of the grass is close in the distance, but not at all.
(Han Yu's Early Spring Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department as Foreign Minister)
15. Weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge,
The sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. (Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane)
16. The forest is black, and the wind hits the grass.
However, the general tried to shoot arrows at night.
(Xia Sai Qu by Lu Lun)
17. Weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge,
The sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Lane.
(Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane)
7. Poems describing grass 1. Grass by the green river, willow in the dark garden. Han Anonymous "Nineteen Ancient Poems Grass by the Qing River"
2. The grass on the city is not high, and it hates the wind and frost early. A poem by Liu Xu in the Southern Song Dynasty
A clump of grass is enough to hinder people, and a few feet of gossamer will cross the road. Geng Xin's Spring Fu in Northern Dynasties, Northern Zhou Dynasty.
Spring grass is like a green robe, and autumn moon is like a round fan. Farewell to Su Jiude by Liang He Xun in the Southern Dynasties
5. The grass is green in late autumn. Liu Liang Yun's Yi Dao Poems in the Southern Dynasties
6. The grass is delicious and English is rich and colorful. Tao Jin Yuanming Peach Blossom Garden
7. Spring and summer leaves are green and flowers are pale crimson. Tang Liqiao's Xuan
In the rain, the grass is green. Wang Wei's Wangchuan Bie Ye
9. Spring grass does not thank glory, and wood does not complain about autumn. Tang Li Bai's Sunrise and Moonrise
10. The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, passed through the night and blew to my still mast. A Night Abroad by Tang Du Fu
1 1. The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are singing happily under the leaves. Tang Du Fu's Shu Xiang
12. The grass is far but not near. Yu's article "Meeting with the Ministry of Water in Early Spring"
13. Grass and trees know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of reds and purples compete for Fang Fei. Traveling south in late spring
14. The grass color invades the official road, and the flowers are out of the garden wall. Tang Zhangji's Luoyang Works
15. Isn't it more demanding to be transplanted than any other natural flower? . Don Zhang Jiuling's Experience
16. The moss on the stage is green, and the grass color enters the curtain. The humble room inscription by Yuxi, Liu Tang
17. The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Don Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass
18. The willows curled up in the wind and the grass was cut in the rain. Tianjin Bridge of Don Bai Juyi
19. Spring is full of mixed fragrance, and early summer is fragrant. Tang Bai Juyi's The First Summer in Nanchi
20. Du Kang can relieve boredom, while day lilies can forget worries. Tang Bai Juyi's Dream of Daylily Reward
2 1. The color is tender like blue juice, and the leaves are cut like scissors. Don Xu Yin's meadow
22. The grass roots of the imperial court are shallow and naturally do nothing. I am depressed and dare not complain about the spring breeze. Don Cao Ye's yard grass
23. The grass grows on Su Xiting and the orioles fly. Who leans against the east wind and stops at twelve? Su Xiting by Don Dai Shulun
24. All living things get in the way of horses, and there are good clouds everywhere in Gai Lou. Yin's "Mian Gu Ji Cai's Kunzhong"
25. Jiang Chun refused to stay at home and gave horseshoes when the grass was green. Liu Changqing's Runzhou Camp in Tang Dynasty sent Judge Li.
26. providence pities grass, and the sun is shining on earth. Don Li Shangyin's Yi Xian
8. Poems of missing and silkworms of spring are woven until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Li Shangyin's untitled time was long before I met her, but even longer after we parted.
Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write about Qiu Si.
After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.
Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again. I suddenly remembered Li Bai's idea of going home on a quiet night.
One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of unintentional worries. Li Qingzhao's "Cut the plum, and the fragrant lotus root will remain in the autumn."
Looking from a distance, the two brothers climb the mountain and look far, and one is not as good as the other. Wang Wei is on vacation in the mountains thinking about his brothers in Shandong.
I want to go crazy if I can't see you for a day. Sima Xiangru's "Phoenix Begging for Phoenix"
Bring a separated heart, long night's thoughts and Zhang Jiuling, and look back at the bright moon.
I miss you every day, I don't see you, and I drink the Yangtze River water. Li Chi Ngai's I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River
If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they will be gone, sooner or later.
A glass of wine is Wan Li's home, and Ran Yan hasn't returned to his home yet. Fan Zhongyan's The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si
Nostalgia singing, going to the countryside, such as Liu Yuxi's "Reward Lotte Yangzhou for the First Meeting"
Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn Li Shangyin with the stars last night and the wind last night.
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc I"
Yule Carves Saddles to Patrol the Metallurgical Department, and the building is not high. How deep is the courtyard by Ouyang Xiu of Zhangtai Road?
I miss you in the Three Gorges River at night, but I can't forget the Yuege of Emei Mountain in Yuzhou.
Whoever reads the west wind is cool alone, rustling the yellow leaves and closing the window, remembering the past, "Who reads the west wind is cool alone in Huanxisha"
The mountain is far away, the sky is high, and the fog is cold. Acacia Maple Leaf Dan Li Yu's "Sauvignon Blanc, a Heavy Mountain"
Take home a hug, for me, and as a symbol of our love, Wang Wei's lovesickness.
Wine becomes sorrow, and tears become Su Huaigu of Fan Zhongyan.
The way to leave home, but thinking about it is ruthless and thoughtful. Su Shi's Poems of Zhang Zhifu Huayang with Hidden Water and Two Rhymes.
If you don't miss life, you will miss life, which will hurt you. Chun Qing by Xu Zaisi
"Sai Chun Qing", which leaves a red line and annoys Luan Ying for a long time.
Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! Li Bai, Midnight Wu Ge Qiu Ge
Poems and ancient poems about missing
Looking at the border towns, I think of my hometown, Guan Shanyue described by Li Bai, with longing eyes.
Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn Li Shangyin.
Linglong dice Anhoudou, I miss you deeply. Do you know Wen's Two Songs of Nan Gezi?
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. Yan's Linjiang Fairy, Dream and Tower Being Closed
I can't bear to climb to the top of the mountain and see my hometown, but I can't accept Liu Yong's "Eight Sounds in Ganzhou, Rain on the River"
Orchids are beautiful, chrysanthemums are fragrant, and Liu Che's Autumn Wind can't be forgotten.
9. The poem of missing was long before I met her, but even longer after we broke up, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
The bright moon bathes in autumn frost, and there are candles in the room. Fireflies in autumn also fall into acacia cliff, reflecting light as oil.
I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.
The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside him knowing you can't have him.
Never frown even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.
To the world, you are one person; But for someone, you are the world.
Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one. When we finally meet the right person, we should be grateful.
Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.
Miss an ancient lotus, gently brushed away by a pair of plain hands on Mulan boat. I miss lotus seeds as clear as water, and I jumped into Jiangnan's poems with one jump.
Miss a glass of wine, if you hang it, it's a waste of time for thousands of feet in Lushan Mountain, and if you pour it, it's a nine-bend and eighteen-bend Yellow River. And the general immediately, but it was too late to put down his luminous cup, war! War! The iron hoof has broken through Helan Mountain!
Miss a bird song, in Wangchuan of Wang Wei, in Chang 'an of Du Fu.
Sweet-scented osmanthus blooms in spring, holding the bright moon to warm the poet's sleep. Spread your wings to the sky between the deep grass and the deep trees, and bring me the sad songs of the Kaiyuan period.
When I think of you
Every rainy night
I will miss you forever.
Lose what you once had.
After you left.
Took away my real smile.
Leaving only loneliness
Forget what happiness looks like.
The night is particularly dark without you.
Without you by my side.
I can only close my eyes and feel.
Who will be by your side at night without me?
Can you listen to it again? Your name is LELE.
Come back to your arms.
Can I have it again?
Happiness that once belonged to me.
Can I have it again?
Memories that once belonged to us
At this moment
Elgar's eyes.
The lake I saw in the park when I was a child.
The light shone on my sight.
So I blindly touched the sun and spring.
The children's laughter
There is a crack in my heart.
In order to let the water flow peacefully.
clear
damp
It turns out that the texture on my lips
It is my lifeblood.
I want to touch the wings of your eyes
From strange to familiar city
I often go shopping alone.
I looked at a strange face.
I looked at the familiar window.
I don't like watching others look at me.
I like watching others. ...
10. Grass poems send ancient grass to bid farewell to Bai Juyi.
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Du Fu in Spring
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.
Zhuzhici Huangshentian
Luo Zhifan is always like a cloud, and fine grass is like a butterfly skirt.
Yuemu
The grass is separated from the tomb of the king of Hubei, and the stone beast is in danger.
Qingpingle. Villager Xin Qiji
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
Wandering in Meng Jiao
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Untitled Chen jiamou
The hay falls with the eyebrows, and the flying flowers chase the cuckoo.
Farewell to Wang Wei
Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
Liu Yuxi of Wuyi Lane
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.
The drizzle and rain in early spring
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
Beginning of spring occasionally became Zhang Shi.
There is little frost at the end of the year, and the vegetation knows spring.
On Li Bai's Landing on Phoenix Terrace in Nanjing
Martial arts flowers were laid on deserted paths, and the number of relatives and friends in the Jin Dynasty has become a famine.
Hunting Wang Wei
The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk.
Wei Wuying, on the Xixi River in Chuzhou.
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
Beishan Wang Anshi
Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late.
Xuhu
In the tree full of red flowers and the jubilant crowd, orioles are singing, the shore of the West Lake is covered with grass, and egrets are flying on the calm lake.
Cao Xi in the spring dusk
The orioles in the Woods stopped crying, but came to the pond covered with grass alone to listen to the frogs.
Han Yu in late spring
Grass and trees know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of red and purple fight Fang Fei.