2. Tang poetry: "Last year today, at this gate, peach blossoms set each other off. People don't know where to go, and peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. " What is touching is the regret and suspense left behind.
3. Looking at the flowers in the fog and the moon in the water, beauty lies in the hazy feeling.
4. There is no perfection in the world. I don't believe it. I think I met perfection, but not much. It turned out that God gave me the greatest beauty of deformity.
I like this incomplete beauty and leave some regrets in my life. Not all the hearts should be expressed, so the result is clear but the incomplete aesthetic feeling is lost; Not every love should be given life, so it will lose its mystery; Not every repeated love needs a home, so there will be no regrets and longings. As everyone knows, the perfect life is actually the least wonderful life!
6. Regret is a kind of incomplete beauty, which makes everyone care about each other and miss each other.
7. Everyone is an apple bitten by God.
2. That poem about regret, I hate not meeting and not getting married.
This may be a memory that has come and gone before I know it.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.
Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day.
The virtuous woman recited Zhang Ji in Tang Dynasty.
You know I have a husband and you want to give me a pair of pearls.
I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt.
My home is connected with the imperial garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd.
Although I know you are sincere to Lang Lang, I have vowed to share my life and death with my husband.
Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.
Golden-Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.
You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.
Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day.
I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old.
I am far away from you, and you are far away from me.
I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old.
Become a butterfly, look for flowers every night and live in the grass.
This poem is an inscription on the porcelain of Tongguan kiln in Tang Dynasty. The author may have created it by the Potter himself, or it may have been a popular alley ballad at that time. 1974- 1978 was unearthed at Tongguan kiln site in Changsha, Hunan. See Chen's Supplement to Complete Tang Poems, Volume 56, Five-character Poems by Anonymous, 1642, Zhonghua Book Company, 1992+00.
3. What are the poems about "regret" in ancient poetry: 1, farewell to Tang, I dismounted to propose a toast to you, I asked where you were going and why?
You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life. Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating.
2, Weicheng Qu Tang Wang Wei, also known as "send Yuan Er Shi An Xi", Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
3. To Li Yue, the ambassador of Tang Zizhou: "The trees of ten thousand valleys reach the sky, and the cuckoos of a thousand peaks crow." . The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
4. After Qian Jiashu fell out of the list, when the Tang Dynasty arrived, there should be no hermits in Anle Township, and talented people should discuss it together. Even you, a mountain hermit, no longer imitate Boyi and Shu Qi Shu Qi to pluck hair.
It's fate that you can't get into the Golden Horse Gate. Who says I'm wrong? You passed by JAC during the Cold Food Festival last year and stayed in Beijing.
We also bid farewell to the wine on the outskirts of Chang' an, and our bosom friends will be separated from me now. You are going to sail south, and you can detain your Chai Men in a few days.
The trees in the distant mountains cover your shadow, and the sunset is beautiful and colorful. When you were not hired, it was purely accidental. Don't think that this friend is rare!
5. Send a friend to Li Bai in Tang Dynasty. There are blue mountains to the north of the Great Wall and white water to the east. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
6. Farewell to Meng Haoran On the way to Yangzhou, an old friend of Tang Li Bai went out of the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
7. Farewell your friend Tang Libai at Jingmen Ferry. Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with people in the south. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
8. Du Shaofu was appointed as Wang Tangbo. This wall encircles Zhou Shu in Sanqin area, making it one of five rivers through a fog. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
9. Farewell. Wei sang "Farewell" to Wen Youzi, and the first frost came on the river last night. People who are most worried are afraid to hear the swan song, and lonely travelers are in the silence of mountains and clouds.
The dawn in Guancheng urged the cold, and the garden at dusk accelerated the pace of washing. This is Chang 'an Entertainment Center, where the years are wasted? .
Farewell, my friend Chen Tang. In April, the yellow wheat fields were blown by the south wind, and the jujube flowers had not faded, and the leaves of Laka had grown. The green peaks we left at dawn can still be seen at night. Go out and miss your hometown.
Chen, my friend, you have always been a great good man with your dragon beard, tiger eyebrows and your big forehead. You hide thousands of books in your arms. You hold your head high and never bow your head.
East Gate sells wine and drinks my Cao, as light as a feather. You lie flat, drunk and forget the white sun, but you open your eyes from time to time and stare at the high lonely clouds.
The tide of the lonely river joined the dark sky and the ferryman boarded his boat. It's getting late and we can't sail. People from Zheng can't go home, and people from Luoyang sigh with disappointment.
I heard that there are many friends around your woodland residence, and you were fired yesterday. Are they your friends today? . 1 1, in Furong Inn with Xin Qiji, Wang Changling, Tangren, Wu, Fujian and Gu on a cold rainy night.
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! 12, don't move Datang, thousands of miles away in Cen Can and Huang Yun. During the day, the north wind blows geese and snow in succession.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? 13, send Li Duantang to Lulun, next to my old door, in the yellow grass, we are still wandering and have bad feelings.
The way you walked into the sky, when I saw the snow falling at dusk, I came back. When I was young, my father and I traveled abroad, and I had no time to meet you in many difficulties and hardships.
Hide your face and cry, where does the dust go? 14, did the sunset glow bid farewell to Zhou Li, and it rained all the way across the river to Chu? The bell in the evening came to us from Nanjing.
The rain is heavy, the sky is not right, and the birds fly slowly. The Yangtze River flows into the distance of the Yangtze River, and the trees are full of rain.
Farewell to my old friend, I love infinity, and tears fall down on the river. 15, send someone to the east to see the yellow leaves of Tang Dynasty. You are determined to give up this place where you once lived.
The rustling autumn wind will take you to Hanyang Ferry, and the first sunrise will meet you in Yingshan. Several friends and relatives in Jiangdong are waiting for your boat to return from the horizon.
When can we meet again and have a hangover? 16, Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sent Lin zifang, Song Yangwanli. After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. Missing: I miss the moonlight in front of Li Bai's bed in the quiet night, could there have been a frost already?.
Look up at the moon, bow your head and miss your hometown. I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains. Wang Wei is a stranger and misses his relatives every holiday.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. Qiu Si, a native of Luoyang, saw the autumn wind. He wanted to find a writer to write a book.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. Autumn wind leads-where did Liu Yuxi get the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose.
When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first. Sauvignon blanc is a journey to Nalanxing Deshan, and the water is a journey, and it goes to Guan Yu's side, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden. Patio sand Qiu Si withered vines old trees faint, small bridges flowing people, ancient roads west wind thin horses.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Xue Daoheng has only been in spring for seven days, and I have been away from home for two years.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. Regret: 17, Liu Yong in Yulin Ridge was cold and miserable, Changting was late, and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are in no mood, and the blue boat is ruined where I miss them. 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.
I miss thousands of miles of smoke and waves and sink into the sky at dusk. Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon. 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. 18, dequeue, in order to send Song Xin Qi Ji, give Chen Tongfu Zhuang language, drunk watching the sword, dreaming of blowing the horn.
Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to cross the Great Wall, and autumn soldiers on the battlefield. Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder.
It's a pity that the king won fame both before and after his death. Help yourself.
4. What are the poems about "regret"? 1. There has been infinite sadness recently. Who is longer than words? -"Blue Wet Sorrow" Qing Nalan Xingde
Interpretation: There are too many sad things recently. Who can I talk to in this long night?
2, from teaching, the green window is red with tears, and the early goose is early. -"Blue Wet Sorrow" Qing Nalan Xingde
Interpretation: Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows danced outside the window, the geese returned, and the oriole sang and danced, leaving her in tears.
I enjoyed it at that time, but now it's ruined, and I'm always sentimental. -"Blue Wet Sorrow" Qing Nalan Xingde
Interpretation: I used to enjoy the beautiful scenery with you, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past feelings.
4. I suddenly suspect that you have arrived, and it is windy under the paint lamp. You are crazy about the stars in spring. -"Blue Wet Sorrow" Qing Nalan Xingde
Commentary: Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the bright lights shook with the wind. I thought it was your soul that came back, but I could only count the spoony stars.
5, tears are silent, just to regret the past. -"Inscription of Nanxiangzi for the Dead Woman" Qing Nalanxingde
Interpretation: Tears streamed down her face, but she was silent. I just regretted not cherishing your efforts before.
6, relying on Dan Qing to save knowledge, Yingying, a sad painting can't be made. -"Inscription of Nanxiangzi for the Dead Woman" Qing Nalanxingde
Interpretation: I want to get together with Dan Qing again. My eyes are blurred and my heart is broken, so I can't draw your face.
7, speak unclear, wake up early in the middle of the night. -"Inscription of Nanxiangzi for the Dead Woman" Qing Nalanxingde
Interpretation: The parting words are still in my ears, and Qi Fei's good dream was awakened in the middle of the night for no reason.
8. Wake up in the morning, dream more and more, and cry at night. -"Inscription of Nanxiangzi for the Dead Woman" Qing Nalanxingde
Interpretation: You have woken up early, and I am still dreaming, crying deeply and even more painful. The wind chimes rang until dawn.
9. Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. -"Mulberry picking, wrong at that time" Qing Nalanxingde
Interpretation: Now I know that I was wrong, and my heart is very sad and confused.
10, red tears slip down, full of spring breeze. -"Mulberry picking, wrong at that time" Qing Nalanxingde
Interpretation: Tears fall silently, all I can see is the spring breeze, but everything is different from before.
5. Poems describing regret 1. Faced with many choices, we always have no time to think. The result is either to give up or to regret.
I'm glad you can come, and I don't regret your leaving.
In life, we make mistakes almost all the time. All the things that should be done but not done are full of tears and become a regrettable lake after being eroded and precipitated day by day. After all the things that should not be done and have been done, the shadow will become a mountain of regret. -Xi Murong's "Xi Murong Prose Collection"
4, life can not regret, only regret, because regret is only a sigh of missing, and whether regret has decided your choice. Everything is the best arrangement.
5. I finally understand that love without flowers can't stand waiting, and some people miss it all their lives.
6. Some people want to start over because of regret, some people want to start over because of failure, and some people just want to start over because they are too beautiful.
6. Poetry describing regret: Born before birth, born old. You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.
Tears are falling on your eyes. I hope slaves have wings at this time and fly to the end with flowers ... The most regrettable thing is that you don't know what you want to ask yourself. You see, this is your problem. I'll copy it to you. Can you understand? Sunset: supplementary question: [QUOTE][i] Original release: [/i] [B] Last week, Jiayou Shanghai Station successively released three brand-new 50/ 1.4 models, with the lowest 1900 and the highest 2000. It's a pity that I missed the teacher. If I were more active, the teacher would definitely introduce me. (Poetry is appropriate here, but it should be just right) 2009-06-20 16: 12 I missed a good opportunity. Please go on, don't be too ambiguous, don't be too tragic, and be warm in short. Hey, buddy, please give me some earth language and translate these Martian texts (here is your original text): [/B][/QUOTE] Unfortunately, I missed the teacher. If I were more active, the teacher would definitely introduce me. (Poetry is appropriate here, but it should be appropriate) 2009-06-20 16: 12 I missed a good opportunity. Please go on, don't be too ambiguous, don't be too tragic, and be warm in short. 2009-06-20 16: 16 Tianya poetry club saw you, looking forward to it! Don't let me down, give me another 20 points. I'm disappointed. Continue to reward 50 points. If I knew such a thing today, I would regret not trying my best. Please indicate the source. Please look forward to a better competition for the remaining places. Brother, don't hurt me. Think of something with a source. It's like teaching fish to swim.
7. Incomplete poem about Nanxiangzi Lv Benzhong.
Hating you is not like the moon, east and west, north and south. East, west, north and south, only each other.
Hating you is like a month on the river, full or loss. When is the reunion?
Sauvignon Blanc Yan Dao Ji
Sauvignon Blanc. If I ask you how long you are lovesick. Unless we meet.
Sauvignon Blanc. I don't know who I want to talk to about lovesickness.
Liu Kezhuang of Boolean Operators
Petals are like butterfly wings, bright red, small and lovely. If God doesn't love flowers, why are they so cleverly designed?
There are many branches in the morning and few branches at night. If they say God loves flowers, why destroy them with wind and rain?
Sauvignon Blanc Liu Kezhuang
Cold phase urges, warm phase urges. When urging bloom, when urging flowers to fade, remind them to put them late.
The horn sounded and the flute sounded. Blowing the south branch and blowing the north branch, the Ming dynasty became a snow fly.
Li Qingzhao's lips are flushed.
Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning over, just not in the mood. Where people are, even the sky and grass are everywhere, and the way home is broken.