The poem about looking back is 1. What are the poems about recalling the past?
1, "Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha" Qing: Nalanxingde.
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
The autumn wind blows cold, who misses that lonely feeling? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past. Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want.
2. Song Xueli Dynasty in Qingping Music Year: Li Qingzhao
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I often indulged in the enthusiasm of plums. Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes.
I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I was often addicted to the interest in plum blossom. Later, although Mei Zhi had it, she was not in a good mood to enjoy it. She just wiped it casually, but tears flowed all over her clothes.
When the plum blossom bloomed again this year, I lived alone in a very remote place, and my short and thin hair in my ears had turned gray. Looking at the blooming plum blossom blowing in the wind that night, it is probably hard to see its splendor.
3. Upper Ruzhou County Tower/Upper Ruzhou Tower
Tang Dynasty: Li Yi
At dusk, drums are like a border state. I went to this building thirty years ago.
Today, the mountain city is sad not only for autumn, but also for tears.
Climbing the Ruzhou Tower, I watched the dim dusk scenery in front of me, as if I were in a frontier fortress, and the familiar drums sounded in my ears. It was thirty years ago that I first climbed the tower.
I think that the war has not been extinguished and the country is devastated; Full of melancholy is not only because of this bleak autumn!
4. Song Shenyuan's Two Poems: Lu You
On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the non-pool platform in the garden is revived.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
The sound of corner painting on the wall seems to be mourning, and Shen Garden is no longer the original pavilions.
The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful shadow floating here like a rainbow.
It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to talk about.
I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.
5. Brother Deng Yexiao of Linjiang County recalled his old tour in Luo Zhong.
Song: Chen
I remember drinking on the bridge at noon yesterday, and most of the people sitting inside were Hao Ying. Long ditch Ryutsuki was silent. In the thin shadow of apricot flowers, I played the flute until dawn.
It has been like a dream for more than twenty years, although I am shocked. Go to the pavilion to see the new sunshine. How many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third.
I remember drinking in Wuqiao, and everyone present was a hero. Moonlight reflected on the river, quietly passed away with the water, and in the faint shadow of apricot flowers, bamboo flutes blew until dawn.
Twenty years seems like a spring dream. Although I am here, I look back with trepidation. Bored, I boarded the attic to watch the new rain. Throughout the ages, many historical stories have made fishermen sing in the middle of the night.
2. Poems recalling the past
1, "Linjiang Fairy, Tower Lock after Dream"-Yan in Song Dynasty
I remember Xiaoping's first sight. Her two focuses were Luo Yi and Pipa Xian's thoughts of lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
I remember the first time I saw Xiaoping, and when I came back, she was a colorful figure, and the pipa flicked to talk about acacia. At that time, the bright moon was still there, and it once returned with her colorful figure.
2. Xi, who was born in Teahouse —— Ouyang Xiu in Song Dynasty
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
Last year, on the fifteenth day of the first month of the Lantern Festival, the lights of the flower market were as bright as during the day. The moon rises at the top of the willow tree, and he asks me to talk to him after dusk. On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are the same as last year. Never see last year's lover again, and Pearl's clothes are soaked with tears.
3. Ugly slave, the middle wall of Shu Boshan Road-Xin Qiji in Song Dynasty
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words.
Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.
People don't know the taste of sadness when they are young, and they like to climb high and look far. I like to climb high and see far, and I am reluctant to say that I am worried about writing a new word. Now I have tasted sadness, but I want to say it but I can't say it. I want to say it, but I can't say it. What a cool autumn!
4. Accidental success-Li Qingzhao in Song Dynasty
15 years ago, at the end of the flower, followed by Zeng Fu's poem of appreciating flowers. Nowadays, flowers are similar to the moon, and love is like the past.
Fifteen years ago, under the moon and flowers, we went to the garden together and made poems about flowers. Today's flowers are still the same as usual. Why is my mood different from previous years?
5. "South Village with Title"-Cui Hu in Tang Dynasty
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
Last winter, in this door, the girl's face set off a bright peach blossom. When I came here again today, the girl didn't know where she had gone. Only peach blossoms are still smiling and blooming in the spring breeze.
3. Poems about the forgotten past
1, ten years of sorrow and joy like a dream, clap your hands and exclaim, the past is like smoke. -Ye Mengde
2, the past has become empty, still like a dream. -Li Yu
3. In the past, the sales volume of * * * sank, and it declined in the early stage and later stage. -Yuan Zhen
4, the past without trace, in a hurry to gather and disperse. Today, I had a good time with several guests. —— Ouyang Xiu
5, the past is like a cloud, and 3,000 people are drunk. (The author is unknown)
The past is like sand, but who won't forget it?
Time is like water, gone forever.
Time is like a flower, but it disappears as soon as it appears.
Do you remember how many unforgettable moments there were?
When we say it will never be forgotten, it is forgotten.
Bathe in the sunshine and let the warmth fill my heart.
I'm not alone, at least I have my own company.
The breeze brushed my hair and brushed my face.
I didn't cry, that was my time.
Sitting on the steps near the teaching building, waving goodbye to the paradise that has accompanied me for three years.
Give a hug to the blue sky, and I will sail away.
No longer lonely, no longer sad, riding the wind, trying to fly.
Give the sun a smile, thank you for warming my heart.
If I am tired, I will build a new paradise on the sea of clouds.
The past is like sand, who doesn't forget it?
Time is like water, gone forever.
Time is like a flower, but it disappears as soon as it appears.
Do you remember how many unforgettable moments there were?
When we say it will never be forgotten, it is forgotten.
Bathe in the sunshine and let the warmth fill my heart.
I'm not alone, at least I have my own company.
The breeze brushed my hair and brushed my face.
I didn't cry, that was my time.
Sitting on the steps near the teaching building, waving goodbye to the paradise that has accompanied me for three years.
Give a hug to the blue sky, and I will sail away.
No longer lonely, no longer sad, riding the wind, trying to fly.
Give the sun a smile, thank you for warming my heart.
If I am tired, I will build a new paradise on the sea of clouds.
4. Poems describing the past
Huanxisha in Nalanxingde
Who reads the west wind alone? Rustling yellow leaves close the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the mountain.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
He Zhu's Partridge Sky
It is wrong to cross the gate. Why do you go to different places together? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, the white-headed mandarin duck lost her partner.
The original grass, the first dew, the old habitat new ridge. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?
Li Qingzhao's Dream.
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. When I am happy, I will go back to the boat at night and walk into the depths of the lotus. Fighting for crossing the river, fighting for crossing the river, created a beach of seagulls and herons.
Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix
Bare hands, rattan wine, spring willow in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A cup of sorrow, I haven't seen you for years. No, no, no.
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Momomo.
The Mermaid by Li Yu
When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, so my country could not bear to look back at the bright moon. The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Ouyang Xiu's "Complaints"
Roll a light cream on the curtain in the morning, and try plum makeup by hand. All fate has its own grievances, painting dragons in the mountains. Think of the past and cherish the lingering fragrance. Easily injured. Trying to get rid of the song before it is collected is the most heartbreaking thing.
5. Memories of past poems
Su Shi's Calm Storm
Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely.
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time.
Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Teenagers listen to the rain in the song building,
The red candle is weak.
In the prime of life, listening to the rain on the boat,
The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Now listen to the rain monk,
The temple is full of stars.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless,
Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.
Bai Juyi's Memory of Jiangnan consists of three words:
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit?
Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong. Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. Will we meet again sooner or later?
Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
-"Summer quatrains" Li Qingzhao
Who knows the pain of not going to the border, even if you are killed, you still have a chivalrous fragrance.
-Wang Wei's Youth Travel
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.
-"Man Jiang Hong" Yue Fei
Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground!
-"Singing Fishing Music" Xin Qiji
Please go to see the paintings of the founder heroes with pictures. Another scholar was once called the aristocrat of a million families?
-"The Fifth South Garden" Li He
6. Poetry about Retrospection
Look up at the red sun and look back at the low white clouds.
Huashan Mountain in the Song Dynasty. Standing on the top of the mountain, it seems that the red sun is getting closer and closer to you, and white clouds are floating under your feet. This poem is so real that only tourists who personally climb the top of Huashan can have this feeling. These two poems also reveal the heroic feelings of the author in his political career and the whole life journey. "Red sun" and "white clouds" seem to have meanings. It can be used to describe the artistic conception of mountain scenery and mountaineering, and it can also express the author's spirit of welcoming the light and despising difficulties in twists and turns.
Huashan written by Kou Zhun, a politician and poet in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Looking back step by step, we are slowly approaching the customs. Review famous sayings
See Wei's "Leaving Beijing for". Qiu Wei: The author's friend, the son of a former official prince. Close: the gateway to the customs near Beijing. The general idea of these two sentences is: Look back at Qiu Wei, who said goodbye kindly, and walk slowly to the customs. It is vivid to write the feeling of being reluctant to part with "step by step", and now it is often used to write the feeling of parting.
7. Ancient poems describing past memories
1, "Night Shift" Tang
The cold light in the hotel stays awake alone, and the guest's heart turns sad
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and the Ming Dynasty is another year.
2, "Home" Tang Du Mu
The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?
3. Song Ligou in Homesickness
People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see your home when you look at the end of the world.
I hate the separation of Bishan Mountain, which is still shrouded in dusk clouds.
The letter from Shi Jing was written by Yuan Kai.
The river is three thousand miles long and there are fifteen lines of letters from home.
5, "Hao Chu sees the mountain with the Lord to send friends to Jinghua" Liu Tang Zongyuan
The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.
If you want to become 100 billion dollars, you can go to the top to see your hometown.
In addition to the night work is a seven-character quatrain written by Gao Shi in Tang Dynasty. This poem, written on New Year's Eve, is thoughtful and tactfully moving. The poem is concise and implicit, so the predecessors said, "Don't add a word." The language is simple and simple, but it is affectionate and slightly alienated. Spring Festival means another year. Children who make progress every day are often eager to grow up. People who pass middle age are likely to feel that they are old-they are more concerned about this matter. Of course, there is a difference between euphoria and emotion. Gao Shi's poems combine these two aspects, full of "flavor of the year" and are widely read.
Explain at home: My son pulled his clothes and asked me why I came back so late. Who have I been fighting for years and won the silver hair on my temples?
Appreciation: The first two sentences describe a child's innocence and loveliness, which is used to set off the poet's serious meditation in the last two sentences. In fact, the last two sentences are the poet's own problems. He ups and downs in the officialdom, fighting for life and fame and fortune. Unconsciously, people are getting old and their temples are dyed. The poet gave a faint sigh at sunset. The word "win" depicts the poet's serene and slightly wry smile.
Nostalgia is a seven-character quatrain written by Li Gou, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. One or two sentences in the poem were written from a distance, describing what the poet saw and felt when he looked at the horizon. Three or four sentences were written at close range, describing what the poet saw and felt when he stared at Bishan. This poem highlights the poet's helplessness and pain in returning to his hometown and expresses his deep yearning for his hometown.
Letter from the Capital is a homesick poem written by Yuan Kai in Ming Dynasty.
Note ① Shi Jing: refers to the capital. 2 hanging: each row.
Vernacular translation: The river flows three thousand miles and there are fifteen letters from home. There is nothing else in each line, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
Seeing the mountains and rivers with the master and sending relatives to Beijing in the early days is a poem by Liu Zongyuan, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. This poem shows the author's deep yearning for his hometown and his indignation at being relegated. The first two sentences use the sword as a metaphor for a mountain peak, which means to cut people's hearts. The word "cut" takes care of the metaphor of the previous sentence, highlighting the author's deep sorrow; The last two sentences further produced a strange fantasy from the steep mountain peak, hoping to turn it into hundreds of billions and scatter it on the mountain peak to look at my hometown. The whole poem is emotional because of the scenery, with strange imagination and novel metaphor. The author's sadness and homesickness in exile, in just 28 words, are touching and have strong artistic appeal.
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