1. Looking for ancient poems that express longing for the past
Red beans grow in the south, and they sprout a few branches when spring comes. I hope you will pick more. This is what I want to say the most -----"Lovesickness" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Willows curl up on the edge of the city, and mulberries grow on the green roads. I forgot to pick leaves when I carried the basket, and I dreamed of Yuyang last night - "Spring Boudoir Thoughts" by Zhang Zhongsu of the Tang Dynasty
Huaijun belongs to the autumn night, and I sing about the cool sky while walking. The pine nuts are falling on the empty mountain, and the lonely people should not be sleeping. ——"A Letter to the Twenty-Two Members of Qiu on an Autumn Night" Tang Dynasty, Wei Yingwu
In Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, the bells ring late in Yaoyao. The lotus hat carries the setting sun, and the green mountains alone return to the distance. ——"Farewell to Lingche" Tang Dynasty, Liu Changqing
The sound of someone's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City. In this nocturne, when I hear the willow tree breaking, who can't help but feel the love of my hometown? ——"Listening to the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night" Tang Dynasty, Li Bai
When you asked about the return date, the autumn pond was filled with rain at night in Bashan. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? ——"Night Rain Sends to the North" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Cold rain flows across the river into Wu at night, and I see off my guests in Chushan in the clear day. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a piece of ice in a jade pot. ——"Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower" by Wang Changling in the Tang Dynasty
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends. ——"Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, the north wind blows the wild geese and the snow falls, don't worry about the road ahead without friends, everyone in the world does not know you. ——"Farewell to Dong Da" Tang Dynasty, Gao Shi
During the yellow plum season, it rains every house, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. I didn't come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall. ——"Yoke" Song Dynasty, Zhao Shixiu.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown - Du Fu 2. About longing
Poems about missing and recalling the past:
People cherish the memories of previous years, The flowers bloom on old branches. ——Yong Mei-Xiao Yi
Who can go up to the tall building? I will always remember Qiu Qingwang. ——Midnight Song-Li Yu
The past has become empty, still like a dream.
Last year on this day, in this door, the peach blossoms on the faces were correspondingly red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. ——Inscribed on Nanzhuang of the Capital City - Cui Hu.
Words for missing and recalling the past:
1. Congratulations on the Sapphire Case
Lingbo is no longer on Hengtang Road. But watching, Fangchen is gone. Jinsehua Who will celebrate the year? Yueqiao Garden, small windows and red doors. Only spring knows the place.
The blue clouds are rising slowly in the twilight sky. New inscriptions with colorful pens and heart-breaking sentences. How much leisure time do you have? A river of tobacco, the city is full of wind and catkins, and the plums are yellow and rainy.
2. Dielianhua Liu Yong
Standing leaning against the dangerous building, the breeze is soft, and I look forward to the sorrow of spring. The sky is gloomy, the grass is dim and the smoke is still shining, and I am speechless as to who will come. I plan to get drunk with the madness, and sing to the wine, and the strong music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
3. "Qinyuanchun Changsha" Mao Zedong
Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the current, the waves stopped the flying boat?
4. "Summer Quatrains" by Li Qingzhao
I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
5. "Youth Journey" Wang Wei
Who knows if I don't go to the side court to suffer, even if I die, I will still smell the fragrance of the chivalrous bones. 3. Looking for ancient poems that express longing for the past
Red beans grow in the southern country, and they sprout a few branches when spring comes.
I hope you will pick more. This is what I want to say the most ----- "Lovesickness" in the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei curled willows beside the city, and mulberry trees grew on the green roads. I forgot to pick leaves while carrying the cage, and I dreamed of Yuyang last night - "Spring Boudoir Thoughts" of the Tang Dynasty. It is an autumn night, and Zhang Zhongsu is pregnant with the king. He walks and chants the cool sky.
The pine nuts are falling on the empty mountain, and the lonely people should not be sleeping. ——"Sent to the Twenty-Two Members of Qiu on an Autumn Night" Tang Dynasty, Wei Yingwu was in the Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, and the bells sounded late.
The lotus hat brings the setting sun, and the green mountains alone return to the distance. ——"Farewell to Lingche" In the Tang Dynasty, the sound of Liu Changqing's jade flute spread quietly across Luo City in the spring breeze.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, who can't help but feel the love of his hometown? ——"Listening to the Flute on a Spring Night in Luocheng" in the Tang Dynasty, Li Baijun asked if his return date was yet to come, and the night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
——"Night Rain Sends to the North" In the Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin entered Wu at night in the cold rain and connected with the river, and saw off his guests in the early morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a piece of ice in a jade pot.
——"Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower" by Wang Changling in the Tang Dynasty. The morning rain in Weicheng was light and dusty, and the guesthouses were green and willow-colored. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.
——"Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi" Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei is thousands of miles away, the yellow clouds are white and the sun is shining, the north wind is blowing the wild geese and the snow is falling, don't worry about the road ahead without friends, no one in the world knows you. ——"Farewell to Dong Da" In the Tang Dynasty, it rained every house during the yellow plum season, and frogs were everywhere in the grassy ponds.
I didn’t come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall. ——"Yoke" Song Dynasty, Zhao Shixiu.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown - Du Fu. 4. What are the poems about longing and recalling the past
1. Shen Yuan No. 1
Song Dynasty: Lu You
The setting sun on the city draws a sad angle, Shen Yuan is not the same as before Pool platform.
The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, and it was once the shadow of a startling grand.
Translation: The sound of painted horns on the city wall under the setting sun seems to be mourning. Shen Garden is no longer the original pool, pavilion and pavilion.
The spring water under that sad bridge is still green, where I saw her beautiful figure.
2. Shenyuan Garden No. 2
Song Dynasty: Lu You
Dreams have faded and fragrance has faded for forty years, and the old willows in Shenyuan Garden have stopped blowing.
This body is walking in the soil of Jishan, and its traces are still missing.
Translation: More than forty years have passed since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan Garden are too old to spit out catkins and blow cotton. I am about to turn into a handful of loess in the Kuaiji Mountains, but I still come here to pay my respects and shed tears.
3. Linjiangxian·Climbing the small pavilion at night to recall old trips to Luozhong
Song Dynasty: Chen Yuyi
Recalling the past when drinking on the Wuqiao Bridge, sitting in the middle was mostly Heroic. The long ravine flows away silently. In the sparse shadows of apricot blossoms, I play the flute until dawn.
More than twenty years have been like a dream, although this body is in shock. I leisurely climbed up to the small pavilion to see the new weather. There are so many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third watch.
Translation: I recall those days when we had a drink at Wuqiao, and all the people present were heroes. The moonlight reflects on the river, flowing quietly with the water. In the faint shadow of the apricot blossoms, I play the bamboo flute until dawn.
The past twenty years have been like a dream. Although I am here, I look back with fear. Out of boredom, I climbed up to the small attic to watch the first sight of the new rain. Many historical events throughout the ages have been sung by fishermen in the middle of the night.
4. Partridge Sky·A guest talks about fame and fame in memory of his youth
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
The banner of the prime of life supports ten thousand men, and the brocade He suddenly rode across the river at the beginning. The soldiers of Yan sung at the silver barbarians at night, and the arrows of the Han Dynasty flew towards the golden servant girl.
Chasing the past, sighing at the present, the spring breeze will not stain the white mustache. But he exchanged ten thousand words of military strategy for his boss's tree-planting book.
Translation: When I was young, I led more than 10,000 soldiers and elite cavalry across the Yangtze River. The Jin soldiers were preparing their quivers at night, while our Han army shot arrows called Jin Pugu at the enemy early in the morning.
Reminiscing about the past, I lamented that the spring breeze could no longer dye my white beard black. I think the tens of thousands words of strategies that can pacify the Jin people should be exchanged for books on tree planting with people in the east.
5. One of seven miscellaneous poems
Han Dynasty: Cao Zhi
There is a sad wind on the high platform, and the morning sun shines on the northern forest. My son is thousands of miles away, and the rivers and lakes are far and wide.
The Ark is very safe, but it is difficult to leave it alone! The lone wild goose flies south and passes by the court president mourning.
I yearn for people far away, and I would like to leave my legacy behind. Suddenly disappearing, Pianpian hurts my heart.
Translation: A sad wind often blows on the high platform, and the morning sun shines on the northern forest. The people I miss are thousands of miles away, and the rivers and lakes are far and deep.
How can this boat arrive smoothly? It is really difficult to place my nostalgic heart.
The lone wild geese flying south passed the courtyard, and their long lamentations were really nerve-wracking. Looking up at Lone Goose, I was thinking - I want you to bring a message to someone far away. The lone goose flew past without paying attention, and the flying shadow made me even more sad.
6. Lotus leaf cup·Remember that year when the flowers fell
Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang
Remember that year when the flowers fell, late at night, when I first met Xie Niang . On the west side of the water hall, the painted curtain hangs down, showing the dark phase of hand in hand.
The melancholy Xiaoying and the waning moon are separated from each other by sound and dust. Now we are all strangers in a foreign land, and we have no reason to meet each other.
Translation: I remember that night that year, Xie Niang and I met for the first time under the flowers beside the pond. The curtains were lowered, and they joined hands to secretly agree on a date to meet. I couldn't bear to leave, but I had to break up.
Before you know it, the waning moon is about to end, and the early morning warblers are already ringing. We broke up and haven’t heard from each other since. Now that we are all strangers in a foreign land, I am afraid we will never have the chance to meet. 5. Poems describing longing for the past
1. Poems: Last year, today, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red.
From: Cui Hu of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Nanzhuang of the Capital City"
Interpretation: Last spring, in this family's home, I saw the beautiful face and the peach blossoms complementing each other, making them look very special. Ruddy outside.
2. Poetry: This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already lost at that time.
From: "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: The joys and sorrows of separation and reunion cannot be recalled today, but back then they were careless and already at a loss.
3. Poetry: After the floating clouds parted, the flowing water lasted for ten years.
From: Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty's "Happy Meeting with Old Friends in Liangchuan on Huaishang/ Happy Meeting with Old Friends of Liangzhou on Huaishang"
Interpretation: After parting, it is like floating clouds, and the years are like running water. Ten years have passed.
4. Poetry: Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine, and the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years.
From: Song Dynasty Huang Tingjian's "Sending Huang Jifu"
Interpretation: In the spring breeze, I watched the peach and plum blossoms and drank fine wine. I was in a state of desolation. It had been ten years since we had been apart. Facing the lonely lamp and listening to the autumn rain, I miss you.
5. Poetry: After ten years of dreaming of Yangzhou, I won the reputation of a brothel.
From: "Reminiscences" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Ten years of indulgence in Yangzhou is like a dream. When you wake up and look back, you end up with a brothel girl. Reputation for being ruthless. 6. Poems about missing the past, or poems about regretting the past, or poems about missing old friends
When I saw your question... Missing old friends, I first thought of Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" - —
The ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.
Su Dongpo often remembered his deceased wife Wang Fu, thus creating a series of works handed down from generation to generation that mourn his wife's memory.
Yin and Yang are separated, and reunion can only be expected in dreams. Only dreams have no time and space restrictions and can transcend all boundaries and limitations. The simple and sincere affection, the painful farewell of life and death, make me more moved by the deep affection every time I read it. 7. What are the poems that express "missing the past time"
1. The human face does not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. ——"Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City"
2. The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the Pass of the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. ——Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress"
3. How many things have happened through the ages? long. The Yangtze River is endless. ——Xin Qiji's "Nanxiangzi, Dengjingkou Beigu Pavilion has a pregnant woman"
4. I have not become famous and you are not married, so I may not be as good as others. ——Luo Yin's "Odd Questions"
5. Betting on books made the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary. —— Nalan Xingde's "Huanxi Sand"
6. Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. ——·Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Lisi·Part 4"
7. Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year. ——Liu Xiyi's "Old Song of Sadness"
8. The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, the man was there, in the dimly lit place. —— Xin Qiji's "The Green Jade Case·Yuan Xi"
9. At that time, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty wrote a book announcing the peach blossom spring. ——Li He's "Immortal"
10. The present is neither what it used to be, nor what it will be in the future. ——Bai Juyi's "Looking for Spring in the East City"
11. Sitting alone thinking about the past, tears filled with sorrow. ——Chen Mi's "Inscription on Miaoji Temple"
12. I was a flower-viewer at that time, but now I don't have half of them. ——Yan Shu's "Magnolia"
13. Thinking about the past makes me sad. Nostalgic for the homeland, empty traces. ——Sadu La's "Man Jiang Hong"
14. This feeling can be recalled thousands of times, but it was already at a loss at the time. ——Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"
15. Back then, I thought I must be happy, but I refused to stop until dawn. ——Li Shangyin's "Jin Se" 8. Please tell me about the poems about remembering the past
1. When I say goodbye, I send my words again diligently, and there is an oath in the words that the two hearts know each other. -Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
Interpretation: When leaving, I asked the alchemist diligently to send a message of condolences to the king, and in the words I vowed that only the king and I will know.
2. Hatred is not as good as faith and longing for each other. I realized that the sea was not deep. -Bai Juyi's "Lang Tao Sha"
Interpretation: After missing each other several times, I began to realize how deep people say the sea is. In fact, it is not deep, because the sea is not as deep as I am to you. The lovesickness is deep.
3. Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, the only thing in life is love that is hard to die. - Wen Tingshi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
Interpretation: Although a woman is ignored by her husband day and night, crying until dawn, and can only express her inner misery through letters, love is still her only The love in her heart that she pursues and yearns for has not died. How can a word of love show her deep love for her husband.
4. The silkworms will die, and the wax torch will turn into ashes and tears. Start drying. - Li Shangyin's "Untitled"
Definition: The spring silkworm spins its cocoon until it dies and spins out all the silk; the candle burns out and turns to ashes before the tear-like wax drips dry.
5. Fish Shen Yan Yao Tianya Road, began to believe that separation in the world is painful. -Dai Shulun's "Lovesickness"
Definition: The fish died, and the geese can no longer find it; it has been away for a long time and there is no news. It is only after losing that I understand the pain of separation. 9. Poems about longing for the past days
There is no place to send a ray of nostalgia, full of poetry hidden in dreams. When will the leisure time be looked down upon? The few cold stars will accompany the long night.
——Inscription
Thinking about the moon in the distance, it is still a bright moon that is hard to ask. It dances to make the shadow clear. The sky is silent, and the shadow of Chanjuan is alone. She is clear and shining, and the lovesickness is hard to repay. , melancholy lingering, icy tears, cold heart.
The flowers are cold in the silent night, and the tranquility lingers in the gentle breeze. The loneliness in the world of mortals in the middle of the night always lingers on the heartstrings. If you burn a cup of fragrant ink and brew a cup of water-like words, let your soul fly in the mountains of poems and seas of words. The pen is stained with sadness, wandering around with the fragmented thoughts, the tears are drooping, the throbbing is stained with the same feelings as before, and the mottled memory is shaking.
Under the moonlight, open the door, the purple flute blows horizontally, catching a wisp of the fading night, passing through the wind of Tang poetry and the rain of Song poetry, strolling through the cold alleys of the years, looking back, and picking up some of the laughter of the past embedded in the waning moon. .
Lean alone on the window lattice, close your eyes, and think quietly. In the stillness of the night, in the coldness of the thin poems with deeper words, listen to the wind with a touch of moonlight, a wisp of sadness, and a pulse of fragrance, such as: fluttering youth whizzing by...
This comfortable and peaceful atmosphere , intoxicated by the hustle and bustle of the day, carrying a quiet song of nature, holding half a cup of fragrant tea, my thoughts meandered along with the light mist that lingered in the atmosphere, and I felt that my body and mind were floating.
Hold a handful of water and the moon, roll up a sleeve of breeze, and accompany it with the fragrance of books. The melody is quiet and lyrical. It is extremely poignant and beautiful, and the lingering sound is like a blooming lotus, standing tall and graceful; like a butterfly stamen flying, like a dancing dragonfly in the water. The sound of the piano is faint, like a clear spring in a stream, or like a cuckoo whispering in the forest. It naturally brings oneself into a fresh and peaceful state of mind, producing desolate and sad emotions.
In this wordless chant, I seem to see the deep eyes of a woman leaning against the window and looking into the distance, and I seem to hear a passionate longing and endless expectation. Feel the unswerving loyalty, tenacity and persistence.
Thousands of miles of smoke, flowery pavilions, deep in the misty water clouds, smoke curling up from the kitchen, a frame of Jiangnan ink slowly ripples, bluestone slabs, Yanliu Bridge, Luo skirt Light and airy, on the bank of the West, there is an orchid boat, the water sleeves are secretly fragrant, and the curtains are dancing with thousands of soft and graceful elegances.
In front of the flowers under the moon, the breeze blows gently. You come on the moon, walking in the Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty poems, gently twisting the sleeves, with ten slender fingers, the quiet song interprets tenderness, rowing a small boat, Take a punt of autumn water, sway leisurely, and gently slide into the pink morning mist. In the deepest world of mortals, meet me by chance. The first time you see me, you are amazed. You said: Search and search, I am you. Ancient "Book of Songs" Here, walking among the weeds, a woman with a charming smile came, and you turned out to be the Qingyi who disturbed my dreams and broke into my heart.
Recalling the time when we met, we were filled with all kinds of tenderness. I still vaguely remember, holding hands and looking at each other speechless. Whose charming smile made me drunk with love? Whose warm eyes are drunk by a pool of spring water?
That kind of fateful meeting: "Meeting you for the first time is like an old friend returning home", which reminds me of the willow tree in the moonlight, after we meet at dusk, you are my unspeakable pain.
Where is this evening? Where is the wandering figure? Where should my wandering heart go? It is destined to have nowhere to go. God let me meet you, why are you so far away? A beautiful encounter cannot draw a beautiful circle. Love is so thin and shallow. The pen is lingering, the ink is dripping, any thoughts slip from the fingertips, the ruthless years, the poems are broken on the ground... 10. Poems expressing nostalgia for the past, with the author's name
Lu You.Chaitoufeng◆ Red crisp hands, yellow wine. The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. Many years separated, my mind full of sorrow. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Spring is as old as ever, and people are thin and empty. The tears stain the red wine and the silk threads show through. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo!
Tang Wan had mixed feelings after reading this poem, and she wrote the poem with tears. Soon she died of depression and resentment. ◆ Tang Wan. The Hairpin-headed Phoenix ◆ The world is poor and people are evil. When the rain comes and evening comes, flowers tend to fall. The morning wind dries, leaving traces of tears. When I want to write down my thoughts, I talk alone in Xilan. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing. The sound of the horn is cold and the night is dark. Afraid of being asked, I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy.
Conceal, conceal, conceal
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