1. Verses containing old words
Later, I fought for old clothes.
Everyone loves old clothes.
Changing into old clothes at the beginning of autumn.
Old clothes are buried in new graves.
Dark red and light blue old clothes.
I once kept Song Yu’s old clothes.
I know how to praise my old couple in Heyuan.
The fragrance disappears and the clouds lock the old monk's house.
The incense is sold in Yun Ning’s old monk’s house.
It still looks like the old home in Qingxi.
You are not allowed to come to bid farewell to the flowers in the old courtyard.
When spring comes, old flowers bloom again.
The old haze on Gusu Terrace.
Gui Dong is full of old horse teeth.
A lifetime of stubbornness and stubbornness.
Getting started is still an old career.
The road is crossed and the old haze is gone.
There is old haze in the sky all over the river.
Mo Yankong loves the old haze.
There are also old letters in the box. 2. Poems related to the past
Beauty
Dynasty: Tang Author: Du Fu Genre: Five Ancients
There is a beautiful woman who lives in the empty valley.
Since Yunliang's family, they are scattered among the vegetation.
Guanzhong Xi was defeated and his brothers were killed.
It doesn’t matter how high the official is, he must not accept his flesh and blood.
The world is in decline, and everything will change.
The husband is frivolous, but the newlywed is as good as jade.
When it is still known when it is dark, the mandarin ducks will not stay alone.
But when you see new people smiling, you hear old people cry.
The water in the mountain spring is clear, but the water in the mountain spring is turbid.
The maid returned from selling pearls and used turnips to mend the hut.
Pick flowers without inserting hair, and pick cypresses to make your hair full.
The green sleeves are thin in the cold weather, and the bamboos are leaning against them at dusk. 3. The 5th word is an old poem with 7 words
Willow Branch The little girl of Bai Juyi and the Su family is well-known in the old days, and there is no love before the willow wind.
The strips are peeled off to make a silver ring, and the rolled leaves are blown into a jade flute. Huanxi Sha Wei Zhuang loves me more and more every night. I lean against the railing at the bright moon with sadness. I miss you and my brocade quilt is cold.
The painting hall is so close and deep as the sea. I only read old books in my memory. When will we join hands in Chang'an? Magnolia Yan Jidao swings in the courtyard with heavy curtains at dusk, and the colored pens are leisurely used to inscribe embroidery on the households. On the wall are red apricots and flowers left after the rain, and outside the door are green poplars fluffing in the wind.
Chaoyun Xinjue knows where he is, and he should go there as a spring dream for King Xiang. Ziliu recognized the traces of his old journey and crossed the road east of the Huaqiao Bridge.
Nanxiangzi Yan Jidao painted ducks lazily incense, and the embroidered trees still displayed old mandarin ducks. It’s not like being in the same quilt and worrying about Yixiao, but the bed is empty.
Finely pick the silver lamp and complain about the long leakage. The moonlight was cold for several nights, and the dream soul followed the moon to the orchid room.
When I was sleeping, I was far away and unforgettable. Even heartless and heartbroken.
Partridge Sky Yan Jidao's inscriptions were written on small red paper, and many of his poems were written about old encounters. Snow falls on the wine table in the west building, and the spring clothes in Nanyuan are blown by the breeze.
The flowers are endless and the willows are endless. Don't come to enjoy things with few people.
Who can ask Gui Yunxin which peak he is on in Wushan today? Huanxisha Yan Shu has a new song and a glass of wine. The weather last year is the same as the pavilion. When does the sun set?
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns. Small garden fragrant path wandering alone.
Shen Garden The setting sun on Luyou City is painted with mournful corners, but the Shen Garden is not a restored pool. The spring waves under the sad bridge are green, and it was once the shadow of a startled dragon came. 4. Poems about nostalgia
The dead are like people
If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns.
If you don’t see it, the mirror in the high hall will be sad. White hair in the morning is like blue silk and turns into snow in the evening
Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sha":
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. When will the sunset return?
Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the swallows returned as if they had known each other before. The fragrant path in the small garden wandered alone.
Farewell to the school secretary Shu Yun (Li Bai) at Xieji Tower in Xuanzhou
Those who abandon me will not be able to retain yesterday's day.
Those who mess up my heart will have many worries today!
The long wind blows away the autumn geese, and you can enjoy the high-rise building.
Penglai articles are built to build bones, with small thanks in the middle and clear hair.
All have thoughts of relaxation and prosperity. Flying, I want to go up to the blue sky and see the bright moon.
Cutting off the water with a knife, the water will flow more, raising a cup to eliminate the sorrow and sorrow.
If life is not satisfactory in this world, the dispersion of Ming Dynasty will make the boat flat. < /p>
Yeshan (Li Shangyin)
There is always a long rope tied to the sun,
When the water disappears and the clouds return, I will regret it.
I want to go to Magu Buy the sea,
A cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.
Linjiang Immortal Yang Shen
The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure. The head is empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red for a few times.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river are used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine happily meets each other. Many times in ancient and modern times.
Passed away like a man
Don’t you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns
Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall is sad, and the white hair is like blue silk in the morning and turns into snow at dusk
Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sha":
A new song with a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. When will the sunset return?
Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the swallows returned as if they had known each other before. The fragrant path in the small garden wandered alone.
Farewell to the school secretary Shu Yun (Li Bai) at Xieji Tower in Xuanzhou
Those who abandon me will not be able to retain yesterday's day.
Those who mess up my heart will have many worries today!
The long wind blows away the autumn geese, and you can enjoy the high-rise building.
Penglai articles are built to build bones, with small thanks in the middle and clear hair.
All have thoughts of relaxation and prosperity. Flying, I want to go up to the blue sky and see the bright moon.
Cutting off the water with a knife, the water will flow more, raising a cup to eliminate the sorrow and sorrow.
If life is not satisfactory in this world, the dispersion of Ming Dynasty will make the boat flat. < /p>
Yeshan (Li Shangyin)
There is always a long rope tied to the sun,
When the water disappears and the clouds return, I will regret it.
I want to go to Magu Buy the sea,
A cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.
Linjiang Immortal Yang Shen
The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure. The head is empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.
The white-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. They meet happily over a pot of turbid wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter.
p>Li Yu's poem "Crying at Night":
The forest flowers have withered the spring red. It's too hasty. Helpless, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. Rouge tears. Leave people drunk. When will it be heavy? Naturally, life grows and hates the water.
Wang Bo
King Teng’s high pavilion is near the river in Zhujiang.
He wears jade and sings the Luan while singing and dancing.
Painted buildings fly towards Nanpu clouds,
Bead curtains roll in the west mountain rain at dusk.
The shadows in the leisurely cloud pool are long,
Things change and stars move several autumns.
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Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now?
Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely.
The prime years never come again, and it is difficult to get back to the morning one day. It is advisable to encourage yourself in time, and the years Don't wait for others. - Tao Qian
If you don't see me, the water of the Yellow River will come down from the sky and rush to the sea never to return. If you don't see me, the mirror in the high hall will have sad white hair, and the morning will be like blue silk and it will turn into snow at dusk. - Li Bai
Heaven and earth are the connecting journey of all things; time is the passerby of all generations.——Li Bai
“Life in the world is like a white horse passing by, suddenly.”——Zhuangzi
Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year.——Liu Xiyi
Time is like an arrow urging people to grow old, and the sun and the moon are like passing by young people.——Gao Ming
The dead are like Sifu, don’t give up day and night. - Confucius
Tomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows, I live to wait for tomorrow, everything will be wasted. If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will pass, autumn will come, and old age will come. Look at it. The water flows east, and the sun sets in the west at dusk. How many tomorrows can there be in a hundred years? Please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia's "Song of Tomorrow")
The Yellow River flows east, and the sun sets in the west sea in the white sky. The passing river and the flowing light, Unfaithful and indifferent.——Li Bai
Flowers bloom again, and people are no longer young.——Guan Hanqing 5. Poems about nostalgia
The dead are like a husband
This is the most common
If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns
If you don’t see it, the mirror in the high hall is sad and white, and the morning is like blue silk and turns to snow at dusk
< p> Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sha":
A new song with a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. When will the sun set?
Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the swallows returned as if they had known each other before. The fragrant path in the small garden wandered alone.
Farewell to the school secretary Shu Yun (Li Bai) at Xieji Tower in Xuanzhou
Those who abandon me will not be able to retain yesterday's day.
Those who mess up my heart will have many worries today!
The long wind blows away the autumn geese, and you can enjoy the high-rise building.
Penglai articles are built to build bones, with small thanks in the middle and clear hair.
All have thoughts of relaxation and prosperity. Flying, I want to go up to the blue sky and see the bright moon.
Cutting off the water with a knife, the water will flow more, raising a cup to eliminate the sorrow and sorrow.
If life is not satisfactory in this world, the dispersion of Ming Dynasty will make the boat flat. < /p>
Yeshan (Li Shangyin)
There is always a long rope tied to the sun,
When the water disappears and the clouds return, I will regret it.
I want to go to Magu Buy the sea,
A cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.
Linjiang Immortal Yang Shen
The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure. The head is empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.
The white-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. They meet happily over a pot of turbid wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter.
p>Li Yu's poem "Crying at Night":
The forest flowers have withered the spring red. It's too hasty. Helpless, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. Rouge tears. Leave people drunk. When will it be heavy? Since life grows and hates the water, it flows eastward.
Wang Bo Volume 55_12 "Tengwang Pavilion"
Tengwang's high pavilion is near the river,
The jade-wearing mingluan is singing and dancing. < /p>
The painted building is flying towards Nanpu clouds,
The bead curtain rolls in the rain on the west mountain at dusk.
The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long,
Things change and stars move. Spending autumn.
Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now?
Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely.
The prime years will never come again, and it will be difficult to morning again in one day. You should encourage yourself, time waits for no one. - Tao Qian
If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come down from the sky and rush to the sea never to return. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall will have sad white hair, and it will be like blue silk in the morning and turn into snow in the evening. ——Li Bai
Heaven and earth are the connecting journey of all things; time is the passerby of all generations. ——Li Bai
“Life in the world is like a white horse passing by, suddenly.” —— Zhuangzi< /p>
The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.——Liu Xiyi
Time is like an arrow, urging people to grow old, and the sun and the moon are passing by like young people.——Gao Ming
< p> The deceased is like a man who never gives up day and night. - ConfuciusTomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows, I live to wait for tomorrow, everything will be wasted. If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will pass and autumn will come. The old man is coming. Look at the water flowing eastward in the morning, and the sun setting in the west in the evening. How many tomorrows can there be in a hundred years? Please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia's "Song of Tomorrow")
The Yellow River flows to the east, and the sun sets in the west sea. The passing river and the passing light are indifferent to each other.——Li Bai
Flowers bloom again, and people are no longer young.——Guan Hanqing