1. What are the sentences that express "missing lovers" in classical Chinese
1. Sauvignon Blanc · Part 1
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang’an. Luowei cries in autumn, Jinjinglan, the slight frost is desolate and the mat is cold.
The solitary lamp is confused and distraught, rolling up the curtains and looking at the moonlit sky, sighing. Beauty is like a flower in the clouds!
There is the long sky of Qingming above, and the waves of Lu River below. The journey is long and the soul is in pain, but the dream soul cannot reach Guanshan.
Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking!
Translation:
I miss you day and night, the person I miss is in Chang'an. On the autumn night, the weaver girl was crying at the well fence, and the bamboo mat was soaked with light frost and felt extremely cold.
I miss her so much at night that the solitary lamp dimly accompanies me; I roll up the curtains and look at the bright moon, sighing in vain at the moon. Beautiful women like flowers and jade, as if they are separated in the clouds!
There is a vast expanse of sky above, and below there are clear water rolling up thousands of waves. The long and arduous journey day and night is difficult, and it is difficult for the dream soul to fly over these mountains and mountains. I miss you day and night, and my lovesickness breaks my heart.
2. Sauvignon Blanc · One Mountain
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold. I miss the red maple leaves.
The chrysanthemums are blooming, but the chrysanthemums are withered. The flying geese have not yet returned, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain.
Translation:
Mountains that are layered upon one another. The mountains are far away and the sky is high, and the mist and water vapor are cold and cold, but my thoughts are like flaming maple leaves.
Chrysanthemums bloom and fall, and the seasons alternate. The wild geese in the north of Saibei flap their wings and fly south, but the person I miss has not come back yet. Only the wind and moon outside the curtain are thoughtless and carefree.
3. A cut of plum blossoms·The fragrance of red lotus root and the remaining jade mat in autumn
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
The fragrance of red lotus root and the remaining jade mat in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid 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 float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Translation:
The pink lotus has withered, the fragrance has dissipated, and the smooth jade bamboo mat carries the coolness of autumn. He took off his silk skirt, changed into casual clothes, and boarded the boat alone. Looking up at the distant sky, where the white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? When the wild geese flew back, the moonlight had filled the west tower.
The fallen flowers are floating alone, and the water is flowing alone. Both of them miss each other, but they can't talk to each other, so they have to stay alone and feel depressed. The sorrow of lovesickness couldn't be dismissed. As soon as it disappeared from the frown, it faintly lingered in my heart again.
4. Acacia
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Red beans grow in the south, and a few branches will appear in spring.
I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
Translation:
Red beans grow in the sunny south, and they grow countless new branches every spring.
I hope those who miss you can pick it more, because it is the best way to convey the feeling of lovesickness.
5. Sauvignon Blanc · Bianliu River
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Bianliu River, Si River, flows to Guazhou Ancient Ferry. Wu Shan is a little worried.
I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return home. The moonlight person leans against the building.
Translation:
The thoughts of missing my husband are like the Bian River and the Si River, flowing towards the south, all the way to the Guazhou Ferry. My sorrowful thoughts are like the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River, rising and falling. Volt.
Where is the end of longing and resentment? It won't stop until you come back. A bright moon shines in the sky, while I lean on the building and feel sad alone. 2. There are many poems about missing friends.
There are many poems. Let me introduce a few recommended ones: When I come to Beijing, I look eastward to my hometown and the road is long, and my sleeves are full of tears.
We will meet soon without pen and paper, and I will rely on you to send messages of peace. I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Longbiao was far away. He sent this message and the poplar flowers had fallen away and Zigui was crying. I heard that Longbiao was crossing Wuxi.
I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon and follow you until the end of the night. Crossing the Jingmen gate to say goodbye, crossing far away from the Jingmen gate, coming to travel from the state of Chu.
The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness. Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds form a sea tower.
I still pity the water of my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away. I sent Prefect Yuwen to Xuanzhou City, to the distant mountains outside Luoluoyun, and enjoyed the reward in a distant boat.
The cymbals are blowing across the Xijiang River, and the autumn sky is full of clear sounds. The land is vast, the ancient city is vast, the moon is bright and the cold wave is vast.
At that time, he paid tribute to the god of the pavilion and restored the master's net. Where to send my lovesickness, the south wind blows five taels.
Leaving Qiu to return home, the white clouds wrap around the front mountain. Today and tomorrow, I know my heart is not idle.
I personally gave the hairpin to my ancestors and wanted to take advantage of the orioles to return it. Looking back step by step, slowly approaching the pass. 3. Ancient poems about missing friends, the whole poem
Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower (Wang Changling)
Entering Wu in the cold and rainy night, I see off my guest Chu Shangu in the bright light.
Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, with a heart of ice in a jade pot.
On an autumn night, I send a message to the twenty-two members of Qiu (Wei Yingwu)
Huaijun belongs to the autumn night, and I sing about the cool sky while walking.
Pine nuts are falling in the sky, and the lonely people should not be sleeping.
Night Rain Sends to the North (Li Shangyin)
Jun asked about the return date but it has not yet been announced, and the night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
Drinking alone under the moon (Li Bai)
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.
The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.
My song is lingering in the moon, my dancing shadows are chaotic.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.
We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th (Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty)
On the night of August 15th of that year, I was at the apricot garden beside the Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.
Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is.
Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.
Waiting for the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival (Lu Guimeng)
The lack of frost has turned to late and the good wind has seemed to send a good time
The curtains are slanting and the trees are separated by infinite love. The candles are dimly fragrant. Sitting without hesitation
My favorite music is the Sheng tune in the north, I am gradually watching the stars, and I am missing the south pipe
Who is the school's cool force, the first round and the noon hour
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty " "Seeing the Moon and Ziyou in the Mid-Autumn Festival"
The bright moon is not high in the mountains, and the auspicious light is shining thousands of feet away.
Before the cup is full, silver surges out, and chaotic clouds break away like crashing waves.
Whoever washes his eyes for God should use thousands of dendrobium water from Minghe River.
Then I ordered to look coldly at the people in the world, and I couldn't bear to see it.
Mars in the southwest is like a projectile, and its horns and tails are as bright as a dragon and a dragon.
Tonight I can’t see anything, but the fireflies are fighting to clear the cold.
Who is the boat in Bian yesterday? Thousands of lights made fish and dragons change at night.
Chase the waves carelessly through twists and turns, go to the festival with a low head and follow the song board.
The green light disappears before turning around the mountain, and the waves and winds will not be strong again.
The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse. When you come back and drink wine, you will pay more attention to it.
The moonlight in front of the hall becomes clearer and clearer, and the coldness in the throat makes the grass dew.
No one is around when the roller blinds are pushed open. Only Old Chu is mute under the window.
Don’t be ashamed of poverty in Nandu. There are several people who write poems about the moon.
The personnel affairs of the Ming Dynasty follow the sunrise, and suddenly I have a dream of a guest from Yaotai.
On a moonlit night, Yiyi Shidi (Du Fu)
The garrison drum breaks the line of people, and the sound of wild geese is heard in autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. Sending letters often failed to arrive, and the troops did not stop.
Farewell (Folk Song of the Sui Dynasty)
Willows hang green on the ground, and poplar flowers are flying in the sky.
The wicker sticks are folded and the flowers are flying away. May I ask the passers-by if they are returning? 4. Sentences describing longing for friends
I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon and follow you until the end of the night.
-- Li Bai "I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Longbiao had this message"
My husband's ambitions are all over the world, and he is still close to his neighbors thousands of miles away - Three Kingdoms. Wei. Cao Zhi's "Giving the White Horse to Wang Biao"
Memory from across the sea A close friend is as close as a neighbor to the end of the world - Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty, "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou"
One day without seeing is like three autumns - "The Book of Songs. Wang Feng. Picking Ge"
< p> Red beans grow in the south, and when spring comes, a few branches will grow. I hope you will pick more, as this is the most lovesick thing - "Lovesickness" by Wang Wei of the Tang DynastyI will not regret it when my clothes are getting wider, but I will feel haggard because of the loss of love. ——Song Dynasty. Liu Yong's "Feng Qiwu"
I urge you to drink a glass of wine, and leave Yangguan in the west. There are no old friends in Yangguan Sandie
Why should you cut the west window? Candle, but talk about Li Shangyin when it rains at night in Bashan