2. Poems about love at the ends of the earth
Poems about love at the ends of the earth
Ge Chang-geng's "Shuidiao Tou Jiang Chun Shan Yuan": How many winds and months ago, I wandered around the ends of the earth, and my dreams were bleak.
Ge Changgeng's "Qinyuanchun": To the ends of the earth, two lines of tears, the wind and the moon, a piece of dissolute.
Lu Yan's quatrains: People at the ends of the earth beg me, but I can't see anyone when I go to the end of the world.
Zhao Ding's "Partridge Days, Jiankang Shangyuan Works": The ends of the earth are sad, and I remember the heyday of that year.
Deng Su's "South Gezi (4-4)": Being at the ends of the earth, enduring turning back.
the ends of the earth (tiā n yá h??????????????????????????4 Describe a place far away, or far apart.
in Tang Lu Yan's quatrains: "People at the ends of the earth beg me, but I can't see anyone when I go to the end of the world."
combined usage; Be the object; Describe the remoteness of the place
Example Yang Mo's Song of Youth, Chapter 23: "No matter what ~, as long as we have the same will, we will never part!"
Tianya Haijiao Scenic Area is located at the foot of Xiamaling Mountain, Tianya Town, about 23 kilometers from Sanya City, with a unique scenery. Stepping into the tourist area, the pair of bluish-gray boulders rising from the beach with a height of more than 1 meters and a length of more than 6 meters are impressive. The two stones are engraved with the words "Tianya" and "Cape" respectively, meaning the edge of the sky and the end of the sea. "Tianya Haijiao" is named after this. The strange stone "Tianya Haijiao" and "Nantianyizhu" each have a touching story. Here, the clear water and blue sky are in one color, the smoke waves are vast, and the sails are dotted. Coconut groves are dancing, and there are many strange stones, which are picturesque. The huge stones engraved with "Tianya", "Cape", "Southern Sky is a pillar" and "The sea judges the southern sky" stand out on the coast of the South China Sea and are a must in Hainan.
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2. The poem describing the ends of the earth
The first poem
is far away, and there is a flower on the other side of Yunxiang.
I feel a little worried about the sun and the moon, and listen to the dust and sand in the cape.
-Tianya Haijiao-Buyun Mr. Zhao Puchu
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The second song
I don't know where there is Tianya, four seasons and four seasons of flowers.
For the love of the sunset glow, I ate the sea, so I took the trouble to sit and occupy the sand in Bai Ou.
-Mr. Zhao Puchu's original jade
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The third song
The eagle touches the sea and flies to the horizon.
the vast sky is connected with the coast of Xinjiang, and the ends of the earth are full of waves and sands.
—— The third poem
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The birds rippling in the microwave are leisurely, the water is vast, the clouds are white and the edge is round.
the stone Wei on the cape holds the sun and the moon, and the end of the world is rocky and strong.
fine sand meets light waves on the shore, and green trees send green smoke all over the mountain.
the charming scenery is fascinating, and the beautiful scenery in southern Xinjiang is like a fairy.
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The fourth song
Back to tears, I gave up feeling for my sister, the beach heat waves rolled yellow sand, and the Miao village was not slanting.
Green Island coconut wind blows the cape, and Shengping has the honor to go to the end of the world, and dares to be gorgeous with Chunfang.
Dong Jun is jealous and suspicious. The rain beats the fallen leaves and tears, while the wind pulls out the stubble.
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The fifth song
The breeze dreams to the end of the world, and the bamboo leaves sway slightly.
fresh water is as deep as the sun and the moon, and the Moho is shining in the waves.
—— A tribute to Qing bamboo and light ink
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The sixth song
Settle down on a leisurely coast, romantic and poetic.
Sing softly and lightly with a pen, and give the world a smile.
—— Beautiful Dream Garden bestows Yu Yahe
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The seventh poem
Chasing the summer sun goes to the end of the world day by day, and the water is green and the mountains are everywhere.
I feel fragrant and fragrant on my face, and I am drunk singing a song of Huanxisha.
The eighth song
Pursuing dreams still reaches the end of the world, and seeing the flowers falling with the grass.
if the mind is steadfast, the tide will wash away the sand.
Zebei lotus wind gives Yu Yahe
The ninth poem
Shake the stars and the blue sea to chase the world, with a touch of clear sunshine and drink spray.
the scattered smoke and clouds are everywhere, and the sound of the tide blows the sand everywhere.
3. A few poems about "love"
If two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening?
Life is naturally infatuated with love, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
Ask the world what love is, and teach people to be committed to life and death.
Love is long and short, and endless.
Love is flawed.
Lonely sails shadow on the sunset river, grass green, Wan Li, Hunan.
when the orchid declines to see the guests off in Xianyang Road, the sky will grow old if it is affectionate.
sunrise in the east and rain in the west, Tao is merciless and affectionate.
ruthlessness is not like sentimentality and bitterness. One inch is still thousands of strands. When the ends of the earth are poor, there is only endless lovesickness!
I am eager to talk about the beautiful night, and the meaning is continuous and quiet.
Ruthlessness may not be a real hero, so how can Reiko not be a husband?
and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.
when love is strong, it turns thin.
4. Poems about the ends of the earth
Details of Tianjingsha, Qiu Si, Ma Zhiyuan Go to Baidu to find out the dead vine, the old tree and the faint crow, the small bridge and the flowing water.
The ancient road is thin and thin, and the sun sets, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Pipa line Bai Juyi details to Baidu in I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River, where maple-leaves and full-grown rushes rustled in the autumn.
I, the host, had dismounted, my guest had boarded his boat, and we raised our cups and wished to drink-but, alas, there was no music. For all we had drunk we felt no joy and were parting from each other, when the river widened mysteriously toward the full moon.
we had heard a sudden sound, a guitar across the water, host forgot to turn back home, and guest to go his way. We followed where the melody led and asked the player's name, the sound broke off...then reluctantly she answered.
we moved our boat near hers, invited her to join us, summoned more wine and lanterns to recommence our banquet. Yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar.
...She turned the tuning-pegs and tested several strings, we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played. Each string a meditation, each note a deep thought, as if she were telling us the ache of her whole life.
she knit her brows, flexed her fingers, then began her music, talk endlessly. Take your time, first the air of The Rainbow Skirt, then The Six Little Ones.
the large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret. Hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
The flowers of Guan Ying are slippery, and the spring water flows down the beach. By the checking of its cold touch, the very string seemed broken, let's never take a break.
into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound. A silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water, and out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote.
and, before she laid her pick down, she ended with one stroke, and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk. There was quiet in the east boat and quiet in the west, and we saw the white autumnal moon enter the river's heart.
thoughtfully put it in the strings, straighten your clothes and collect customers. Told us how she had spent her girlhood at the capital, living in her parents' house under the Mount of Toads.
and had mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, with her name recorded first in the class-roll of musicians. Song often teaches good talents, her beauty the envy of all the leading dancers.
how noble youths of Wuling had lavishly competed, and numberless red rolls of silk been given for one song. And skirts the colour of blood been spoiled with stains of wine, China.
season after season, joy had followed joy, autumn moons and spring winds had passed without her heeding. My brother joined the army and my aunt died, and evenings went and evenings came, and her beauty faded.
with ever fewer chariots and horses at her door, so that finally she gave herself as wife to a merchant. Who, prizing money first, careless how he left her, had gone, a month before, to Fuliang to buy tea.
Go to Laijiangkou to watch the boat in the air, and sail around the boat in the bright moon and cold water. And sometimes in the deep of night she would dream of her triumphs, and be wakened from her dreams by the scalding of her tears.
her very first guitar-note had started me sighing, now, having heard her story, I was sadder still. We are both unhappy -- to the sky's end, we meet. We understand. What does acquaintance matter?.
I came, a year ago, away from the capital, and am now a sick exile here in Jiujiang. And so remote is Jiujiang that I have heard no music, neither string nor bamboo, for a whole year.
my quarters, near the River Town, are low and damp, Huanglu bitter bamboo was born around the house. And what is to be heard here, morning and evening?, the bleeding cry of cuckoos, the whimpering of apes.
on flowery spring mornings and moonlit autumn nights, I have often taken wine up and drunk it all alone. Of course there are the mountain songs and the village pipes, it's hard to hear that.
and tonight, when I heard you playing your guitar, I felt as if my hearing were bright with fairymusic. Do not leave us. Come, sit down. Play for us again., and I will write a long song concerning a guitar..
...Moved by what I said, she stood there for a moment, then sat again to her strings-and they sounded even sadder. Although the tunes were different from those she had played before, the feasters, all listening, covered their faces.
but who of them all was crying the most?, this Jiujiang official. My blue sleeve was wet. Send the details of Du Shaofu's appointment as Shuchuan Wang Bo to Baidu to check by this wall that surrounds the three Qin districts and through a mist that makes five rivers one.
we bid each other a sad farewell, we two officials going opposite ways. Know yourself in the sea, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.
why should you linger at the fork of the road, children * * * with towels. The detailed content of Cao Cao in the spring dusk went to Baidu to check the door, and no one asked the fallen flowers, and the green Ran Ran was all over the world.
The warbler sings in the silent place, and the frog is heard alone in the grass pond. The details of Yuan Zhen Ouyang Xiu's play can be found in Baidu, and there are no flowers in the mountain city in February.
There are still oranges in the snow, and the frozen thunder scares the bamboo shoots to sprout. I feel homesick at night, and I feel sick in the New Year.
I used to be a guest of Luoyang Flower, but Yefang doesn't need to be jealous at night. Do you check whether Ji Ziping is safe in Baidu? Then come back, everything in my life, it's worth looking back! Who comforts the long journey, the mother's hometown is poor and the children are young.
I can't remember. I used to have a glass of wine, and I always lost him, and I played with ice and snow for a long time. Tears don't drip through the cow's clothes, count the world, still the same flesh and blood, how many can? Life is thinner than that of a beautiful woman, not to mention it now. It's only a traffic jam, and it's bitter and cold. For 2 years, I've promised Xu Cheng a promise, hoping that Wu Ma Jiao will finally be rescued.
I only wear sleeves. Themoon's dream of composing Zheng Guangzu's detailed content: Go to Baidu to find out that our fur dust is pressing the saddle, the whip is tired, the reed flowers are swaying, the bow and arrow are rustling, all the way into the haze, moving the bosom, the west wind and millet, the autumn water is growing, thousands of points, the old tree Western jackdaw, three lines and two lines, writing vividly about the sky, the geese falling flat sand, the west side of the curved shore, and the fishing nets and rods near the inlet are fishing.
Hu Jian's eighteen photos of Cai Yan's details. Check Baidu. I didn't do anything at the beginning of my life. After my birth, the Han Dynasty declined. Heaven is unkind and chaotic, and the earth is unkind and makes me meet this time.
if you go to war, you will find that the road is dangerous, and the people are in exile. Smoke and dust cover the wild, and Hu Lu is prosperous, and his ambition is good and his righteousness is deficient.
it's not for me to be rude. who should I sue if I'm insulted? After a while, I beat the piano, and my heart was angry and resentful. Rong Jie forced me to be a family, and pushed me to the horizon.
the mountains of Yunshan are heavy and heavy, and the winds are thousands of miles away. Many people are violent and fierce, like snakes, and controlling strings is arrogant and extravagant.
two strokes of the string make you feel heartbroken, and your heart is broken and you feel sorry for yourself. It's better to have no life than to go to the country of Yue Han and enter the city of Hu.
Felt fur is shocking to my flesh and blood, and my feelings are restrained by my taste. The drums are loud and clear from night, and Hu Feng is vast and dark.
I feel sorry for the present, but I feel sorry for the past. When will it be over? I don't think about my hometown all day and all night, and I feel the most bitter when I am full of life.
natural disasters make the country chaotic, and people have no owners, but I'm unlucky and I'm not arrogant. Different customs and different physical difficulties, different appetites, who can talk to! Thinking about how difficult it is to go through the calendar, four beats are good and sad.
the south of the wild goose wants to send a border sound, and the north of the wild goose returns to the west to get a Chinese sound. Wild geese fly high and hard to find, but they are heartbroken and think about it.
Curl your eyebrows at the moon and caress Ya Qin. The five strokes are profound. Frost is cold and cold, and hunger can't eat meat and cheese.
at night, I heard the long water whimpering, and I saw the Great Wall and the roads were crowded. Looking back on the past, luggage is difficult, and six beats of sadness come and go.
at dusk, the wind is sad and the sound is everywhere. I don't know who I am talking to! Yuan Ye is depressed, guarding Wan Li, and vulgar, old, weak and young are beautiful. There are aquatic plants to build homes and repair bases, and cattle and sheep gather in the wild like bee ants.
The grass is exhausted and the water is exhausted, so sheep and horses are all disciples, and the seven beats hate and hate to live here. Why don't you see me drifting alone? What's the matter with God? I don't live up to heaven. What makes me special? I don't live up to the gods. Why should I cross the country? I made eight beats to relieve my worries, but I didn't know that my heart turned to worry.
the sky is boundless, and my heart is sad again. Life is like a blink of an eye, but I can't be happy in my prime.
I want to ask for the truth, but the sky is grey and I have no chance. Look up at the clouds and smoke, and nine beats are pregnant with love. Who is the biography? The beacon fire in Chengtou has not been extinguished. When will the battlefield stop? The murderous look rushed at the door, and Hu Feng blew the moon every night.
hometown is separated by sounds.
5. What are the earliest poems about "the ends of the earth"
1. The poem "Partridge Sky, Jiankang Shangyuan Zuo"
Zhao Ding
The order of the age of the guest is shifted. Suddenly surprised spring to Momo branch. The ends of the earth are sad, remembering the heyday of that year.
flowers make shadows, and the moon shines. Five clouds fly in the Water Spirit Palace. I clearly felt Hua Xu's dream, and when I looked back, I was full of tears.
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In Yan Shu, there are green poplars and grass on Changting Road, which is easy to get rid of when you are young. The bell of the first floor woke up five more Decre, the heart of sadness is like sprinkling in the March spring rain.
Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality and bitterness, and an inch is still thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is far away from the end of the day, only the heart of the mind is infinite long, no time ah.
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Ge Changgeng
The spring mountain on the river is far away, and the clouds are long at dusk below. When you leave each other, you will see the wind of Shuangyan language. There are thousands of flowers everywhere, looking back on an old friend for thousands of miles, and worrying about the wine. Huiyan Peak road ahead, the smoke trees are green.
residual sound leakage, short flame and horseshoe fragrance. Clouds fly, and the whole body will shadow Xiaoxiang. How many months before the wind, wandering around the ends of the earth, the soul dream is also bleak. It's the end of spring again, speechless for the setting sun.
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Yan Shu
The ancestors left the song, and the long pavilion held a farewell banquet. The incense dust has been separated from the face. Living in a horse reflects the forest, and pedestrians go to the waves.
the painting pavilion disappears, and the tall building is broken. The setting sun only sends ordinary waves far. Endlessness is sorrow, and the world is full of thoughts.
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Li Qingzhao
In the snow every year, plum blossoms are often drunk. Later, although effect in hand, but no good mood to enjoy, only casual rubbing, but made the tears are stained with clothes.
this year, the corners of the earth are far away, and the rustling temples are full of flowers. Look at that night wind blowing open the plum, probably also difficult to see its gorgeous.
Poems about the ends of the earth 1. Poems about the ends of the earth
Ge Changgeng's "Water Tunes the Heads, Spring on the River and Mountains Far away": How many winds and moons, wandering around the ends of the earth, the soul dream is also bleak.
Ge Changgeng's "Qinyuanchun": To the ends of the earth, two lines of tears, the wind and the moon, a piece of dissolute.
Lu Yan's quatrains: People at the ends of the earth beg me, but I can't see anyone when I go to the end of the world.
Zhao Ding's "Partridge Days, Jiankang Shangyuan Works": The ends of the earth are sad, and I remember the heyday of that year.
Deng Su's "South Gezi (4-4)": Being at the ends of the earth, enduring turning back.
the ends of the earth (tiā n yá h??????????????????????????4 Describe a place far away, or far apart.
in Tang Lu Yan's quatrains: "People at the ends of the earth beg me, but I can't see anyone when I go to the end of the world."
combined usage; Be the object; Describe the remoteness of the place
Example Yang Mo's Song of Youth, Chapter 23: "No matter what ~, as long as we have the same will, we will never part!"
Tianya Haijiao Scenic Area is located at the foot of Xiamaling Mountain, Tianya Town, about 23 kilometers from Sanya City, with a unique scenery. step