1. Sentences about missing you in dreams
1. There is a rainbow in my eyes, which is your smile that will never fade; there is an emotion in my heart, which is to look towards you silently. Thoughts.
Do you know I'm thinking of you? 2. There are many wonderful autumns in life, and the years are long and the love is long. The sound and appearance of the past ten years are still alive today, and I have endless thoughts and memories about when to stop.
3. Missing is like chocolate, bitter and sweet... I dare not think of you, for fear that I will miss you: I dare not say that I miss you, for fear of missing you even more... In fact, I really really miss you. 4. It’s better to have someone to love you at least than no one to love you at all.
5. A little bit of longing, like the passage of time. The past is like smoke, those past memories are pasted in my brain, and every corner of my world is about you... 6. When love draws my eyebrows, you know my mood; when sorrow grows in my heart, I guess my feelings.
7. The feeling of missing someone is like drinking a glass of ice-cold water and then turning into tears drop by drop. 8. I really miss you: no matter the day or night, the darker the night, the more I miss you; no matter the change of seasons, even the cold winter is warm; no matter the distance, it is far away but deep.
9. Who said that a day without seeing you is like three autumns apart? I feel like a day without seeing you is like a thousand years apart. Baby, I haven’t seen you for thousands of years. I miss you so much! 10. How long has it been since I last saw you? Wherever I thought you were, you turned out to be living in my heart, accompanying my breathing. 11. The sky is full of stars twinkling, love spreads in eternity, the poetic legend of you and me is the most beautiful constellation in the sky! Love can be as bright as the stars! 12. You are not alone when you are alone. You are lonely when you want to be alone.
13. It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them. The cold incense will dispel new dreams and sleep, and you can't afford to worry about others.
Qinglu Chen 14. When you miss me, my eyes are like the stars in the sky. When you miss me, my hands are like the soft wind blowing around you; when I miss you, your smile is like a golden moon in the night sky; when I miss you, your embrace is the eternal spring.
15. The memories that a person thinks are unforgettable have long been forgotten by others. 16. The spring breeze comes to the south bank of the Yangtze River again. When will the bright moon shine on me again? 17. My thoughts are like flowers urged by time, blooming all over the mountains and plains! The blossoming flowers turn into butterflies, flying into your dreams every night! 18. Lovesickness and hatred turn to each other, and I play the Yao Qin.
Pleasure comes in spring again, and your heart is moved. 19. Some indescribable memories often come suddenly in the dead of night, hurting the softest part of my heart, making me unable to struggle.
20. A lonely person will always carefully remember everyone who has appeared in his life, so I always think of you endlessly and count mine over and over every night when the stars fall. lonely. 21. Suddenly disappearing, Pian Pian hurts my heart.
22. One day I went to the beach again. Facing the sea, the wind blew from the distant sea. The hillside was covered with cherry blossoms. Some people said to write the people in your memory on the beach. Being taken away by the sea water in the June rain, () can no longer miss it. 23. Searching and searching, deserted and miserable.
24. The painting pavilion is lost, the tall buildings are broken, and the setting sun only sends the waves far away. Endless sorrow is the sorrow of separation, and I have thought about it all over the world.
25. The sound of the cello is like a river. The left bank is the memory that I cannot forget, the right bank is my bright years worth holding on to, and what flows in the middle is my faint sentimentality year by year. 26. A dog will not lose weight because it will not miss you.
A person will lose weight because he misses others. People are always tormented by longing, and become a poor stray dog ??in their longing.
27. The flowers are colorless at sunset, and it’s hard to sleep at night behind closed doors. On the Double Ninth Festival, the moon in a foreign country will be fuller... 28. Going upstairs from the palace on the mountain, the dusk river flows beside the palace in front of the building.
29. Graduation is a cruel season. The mature and immature must be harvested together. Everything will disappear with the wind at the turn of autumn and winter. Only that bright mountain stream-like memory will always be with me. My heart is rushing... 30. The running water is light, the sky is long, and the road is boundless. Judging by high eyes, when the swan geese come, you can think endlessly.
31. Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. Everything is like a misaligned drawing. Everything in the past cannot be returned to the past. It just slowly extends and staggers bit by bit. Maybe we really should forget the things that were missed. 32. How do you know that two days of missing each other will destroy the person in your dream for three autumns?
33. Flow, the new tung tree is introduced for the first time, what a spring outing! The sun is high and the smoke is gathering. Do you think it will be sunny today? 34. After saying goodbye, when the moon is full. The letter was delayed.
I think about you in my heart, but there is no basis for saying it, it’s just lovesickness. 35. Someone told me that the memory of a fish is only 7 seconds. After 7 seconds, it will not remember the past and everything will become new again.
Therefore, the fish in that small fish tank will never feel bored. I would rather be a fish and forget everything once the 7 seconds pass. The people I have met and the things I have done can all disappear.
But I am not a fish. I cannot forget the person I love, the pain of caring, and the pain of lovesickness. 36. The feeling of missing you is like: cooking without salt; apples not too sweet; drinking without cigarettes; forgetting to bring money while shopping.
When I have time, I will miss you. When I don’t have time, I will find time to think about you. If I really can’t find time, I will do nothing but miss you! 37. When there is no end of the world, there is only endless love. 38. The stars and the moon are correct because you have left; the breeze is silent because I am crying; I am silent because I am still thinking of you.
39. Add two lines of tears and send them to my hometown. 40. What is seen is invisible.
The summer wind blew gently and disappeared in an instant. What was remembered was forgotten. Only the blurred tree shadows shaking slightly were left.
41. When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love. 42. When you are lonely, you must still guard the thoughts in your heart. Where there is shadow, there must be light. 2. What are the poems about recalling the past?
1. "Huanxisha·Who misses the west wind and cools alone" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Who misses the west wind and cools alone, the yellow leaves rustle Close the windows and meditate on the past while standing under the setting sun.
Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
Translation: The autumn wind blows coldly, who misses the feeling of loneliness? Watching the flying yellow leaves covering the sparse windows, standing under the setting sun, recalling the past is vague. Taking a nap after drinking, the beautiful spring weather is blooming, gambling games are taking place in the boudoir, and the clothes are filled with the fragrance of tea. The ordinary things in the past can no longer be fulfilled.
2. "Qing Ping Le·Every Year in the Snow" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Every year in the snow, plum blossoms are often placed to get drunk. There is no good intention to remove all the plum blossoms, but to win the clothes full of tears.
This year, everywhere in the world, Xiaoxiao’s temples are blooming. Depending on the wind coming in the evening, plum blossoms should not be visible.
Translation: When it snowed every year when I was a child, I would often indulge in the interest of arranging plum blossoms. Later, although I had the plum branches in my hands, I was not in a good mood to enjoy them. I just rubbed them carelessly, causing my clothes to be stained with tears.
When the plum blossoms bloom again this year, I live alone in a very remote place, and the short and thin hair around my ears has turned gray. Looking at the open plum blossoms blown by the wind that night, it was probably hard to see their splendor.
3. Shang Ruzhou County Tower/Shang Ruzhou City Tower
Tang Dynasty: Li Yi
At dusk, the drum horns look like Bianzhou, I came here thirty years ago building.
Today, the mountains and cities are weeping, and the sadness is not just a sad autumn.
Translation: Climbing up the Ruzhou City Tower, looking at the dim dusk scenery in front of me, it felt like I was on a frontier, and the familiar sound of drums and horns sounded in my ears. I thought that I was thirty years old when I first climbed up this tower. years ago.
Thinking that the war is not extinguished and the country is devastated; I feel melancholy not just because of this withered autumn!
4. "Two Poems on Shen Yuan" Song Dynasty: Lu You
The setting sun on the city paints the corners of sadness, Shen Yuan is not the old pool platform,
The spring waves are green under the sad bridge , was once the shadow of Jinghong.
The dream has faded and the fragrance has faded for forty years, and the old willow in the garden has stopped blowing.
This body is walking in the soil of Jishan, and its traces are still missing.
Translation: The sound of painted horns on the city wall seems to be mourning. Shen Garden is no longer the original pool, pavilion and pavilion.
The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful figure floating here like a sudden dragon.
It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shen Garden are too old to spit out their cotton.
Even though I am about to turn into a handful of dirt in Kuaiji Mountain, I still come here to pay my respects and shed tears.
5. Linjiangxian·Climbing the small pavilion at night to recall old tours in Luozhong
Song Dynasty: Chen Yuyi
Recalling the old days of 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. 3. Poems about dreams
1. Life is like a dream, a statue is like a moon in the river. ——Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia"
Interpretation: Life is like a dream, raise a wine glass to pay tribute to the eternal bright moon.
2. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of the spring. ——Zhang Ruoxu of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night"
Translation: Last night I dreamed of flowers falling on the pond. It was a pity that I couldn't go home after half the spring.
3. When I was drunk, I read the sword by burning the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company.
——Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty, "Broken Array, Returning to Compose a Poetry for Chen Tongfu"
Translation: In a drunken dream, I turned on the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I returned to the various camps of the year, and the horns sounded one after another. .
4. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown is shattered, my dreams cannot come true, and there is no such sound in my hometown. Answer - "Sauvignon Blanc·A Journey to the Mountain" by Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty
Translation: The wind is blowing and snowing outside, which wakes up the soldiers from their sleep and reminds them of their hometown Missing me, there is no such voice in my hometown.
5. Lying down in the late night, listening to the wind and rain, and dreaming of the iron horse and the glacier. ——Lu You, Song Dynasty, "A Storm and Rain on November 4th"
Translation: The night was almost over, I was lying on the bed and heard the sound of the wind and rain, and dreamed vaguely that I was riding a horse. Armored horses crossed the frozen river. 4. Famous poems about dreams
Jinse by Li Shangyin
Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss.
Xiaomeng
Li Qingzhao
Xiaomeng follows the sparse bell and floats into the clouds;
Causes and fate arise in time, and green flowers are everywhere. .
The autumn wind is rogue, blowing away all the jade well flowers;
***Look at the lotus root like a boat, and eat the dates like melons together.
A graceful girl with hanging hair, good looks and good words;
She fights with sophistry and boils new tea.
Although I lack the art of Shangyuan, there is no limit to my enjoyment;
With life like this, why should I return to my hometown?
Get up, gather your clothes and sit down, hiding yourself, tired of the noise;
My heart knows that it is invisible, and I still sigh after thinking about it.
Jiangchengzi Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are boundless without thinking about oneself. Unforgettable. Thousands of miles alone in a tomb with nowhere to talk. Even if we meet, we should not know each other. We sit with face full of frost. Come at night and have a dream. Suddenly I return to my hometown. The windows are dressing up and looking at each other, speechless, only a thousand tears are shed, and the heartbroken place is full of moonlight and short pine hills every year.
Langtaosha (Li Yu)
The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the mood of spring is fading.
Luo Qui cannot bear the cold at dawn.
In the dream, I didn’t realize that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.
Don’t lean on the fence when you are alone. The world is limitless. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others.
As the water falls and the flowers fall, spring is gone, and it is heaven and earth.
Midnight Song Li Yu
How can we avoid sorrow and hatred in life? There is no limit to my love for being alone in ecstasy!
The dream of returning to the motherland brings tears to my eyes.
Who can go up to the tall building? I will always remember Qiu Qingwang.
The past has become empty, still like a dream.
Looking at Jiangnan Li Yu
How much hatred was in my dream last night.
It’s still like the old days when you were swimming in Shangyuan, with cars like flowing water and horses like dragons;
The flowery moon is in the spring breeze!
Qilu · Untitled Lu Xun
When the spring comes, the wives will pull out the hair on their young hair.
In the dream, there are vague tears of loving mother, and the king's flag changes on the city wall.
I can't bear to watch my friends become new ghosts, and look for poems in the sword bush angrily.
After chanting, I lowered my eyebrows and found nothing to write about. The moonlight shone like water on my clothes. 5. Verses related to memories
Verses related to memories
1: When the kite gets tired of the sky, will it fall into the sea without looking back?
2: Promises shattered all over the place, yesterdays that cannot be put together again.
3: Only with memories can life be enriched and years filled with poetry. If you indulge in memories, your youth will inevitably become pale, and your heart will become sad even if you are a stone-hard person.
4: Memories are like lamps, illuminating the heart. It allows you to see clearly that the darkness in your heart is not your own flaw, but that you misunderstood and ignored it because of the angle of illumination.
5: Life is actually a lonely journey, and no one can accompany you to the end. The brief encounter is just a foreshadowing of the next parting. Hiding coldly, taking advantage of the opportunity to come out. All the pain and beauty will eventually pass away slowly with the river of time. Until there is no trace and nowhere to be traced. In the end, there is still some faint sadness and memories left.
6: With good friends by your side, hell becomes heaven! The only rose without thorns in the world is friendship.
7: The wings of birds vibrate in the air. It is a noisy and harsh sound, full of fear, a flow of uncertain destination.
8: The most regrettable thing in life is to give up easily what should not be given up and stubbornly persist in what should not be persisted.
9: Memories are like an old song record on an old gramophone, covered in dust and scars. Babbling, babbling, babbling, babbling, it seems to be talking about the desolation of a life that is shattered from ordinary times, and it is like reading through the endless vicissitudes of time.
10: I once thought that the star that belonged to me would never fall, but when it really fell, I discovered that there really is no eternity in the world.
11: There are no ifs in life, only consequences and results. The past will never come back, and what comes back will no longer be perfect.
12: Youth has dreams, but old age has memories. The recklessness of youth, the regret of old age.
13: Falling in love is a feeling. When this feeling is no longer there, I am still forcing myself. This is called responsibility! Breaking up takes courage! When this courage is gone, I am still encouraging myself. This is tragic! 6. Poems about memories
1. "Huanxisha·Who misses the west wind and cools alone" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Who misses the west wind and cools alone, the rustling yellow leaves close the windows , meditate on the past and set the setting sun.
Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
Translation:
The autumn wind blows coldly, who misses the feeling of loneliness? Watching the flying yellow leaves covering the sparse windows, standing under the setting sun, recalling the past is vague. Taking a nap after drinking, the beautiful spring weather is blooming, gambling games are taking place in the boudoir, and the clothes are filled with the fragrance of tea. The ordinary things in the past can no longer be fulfilled.
2. "Qing Ping Le·Every Year in the Snow" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Every year in the snow, plum blossoms are often placed to get drunk. There is no good intention to remove all the plum blossoms, but to win the clothes full of tears.
This year, everywhere in the world, Xiaoxiao’s temples are blooming. Depending on the wind coming in the evening, plum blossoms should not be visible.
Translation:
When it snowed every year when I was a child, I would often indulge in the interest of arranging plum blossoms. Later, although I had the plum branches in my hands, I was not in a good mood to enjoy them. I just rubbed them carelessly, causing my clothes to be stained with tears.
When the plum blossoms bloom again this year, I live alone in a very remote place, and the short and thin hair around my ears has turned gray. Looking at the open plum blossoms blown by the wind that night, it was probably hard to see their splendor.
3. "Magpie Stepping on the Branch·Six Curved Railings Nestled against the Green Tree" Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi
The six curving railings nestled against the green tree, the willows spread out their golden strands in the gentle breeze. Who moved the zither to the jade pillar, and the swallows flew through the curtain.
My eyes are full of hairsprings and fallen catkins. When the red apricots bloom, there is a sudden clear rain. When sleeping, the orioles talk gibberish, and the frightened and disabled good dreams are nowhere to be found.
Translation:
In the green shade, a unique and quiet small building quietly stands alone, with its winding railings tightly nestled against the green trees, and the two complement each other. The spring breeze is warm and gentle, and the light yellow, tender green, and silky willows sway their waists in the wind, swaying in various ways.
The spring is bright, the sky is clear, the hair is curling, and the catkins are flying. This is the scene of late spring. Just when the apricot flowers are in full bloom and extremely beautiful, it starts to rain lightly.
In such a deep feeling, she couldn't help but fall into a deep sleep. While she was sleeping soundly and sweetly, she was awakened by the crisp cry of an oriole outside the window, and her sweet dream was nowhere to be found.
4. "Two Poems on Shen Yuan" Song Dynasty: Lu You
The setting sun on the city paints the corners of sadness, Shen Yuan is not the old pool platform,
The spring waves are green under the sad bridge , was once the shadow of Jinghong.
The dream has faded and the fragrance has faded for forty years, and the old willow in the garden has stopped blowing.
This body is walking in the soil of Jishan, and its traces are still missing.
Translation:
The sound of painted horns on the city wall seems to be mourning. Shen Garden is no longer the original pool, pavilion and pavilion.
The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful figure floating here like a sudden dragon.
It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shen Garden are too old to spit out their cotton.
Even though I am about to turn into a handful of dirt in Kuaiji Mountain, I still come here to pay my respects and shed tears.
5. "Partridge Sky·A Guest Talks about Fame and Fame in Reminiscence of Youth" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
In the prime of life, banners support thousands of men, and brocades suddenly ride across the river. early. 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.
7. Are there any poems about memories and dreams?
Youth is a beautiful dream, but one day it will eventually wake up. Youth is a small river, but one day it will eventually dry up. Youth is a rainbow, but one day it will eventually disappear. Youth is A blooming flower will eventually wither one day. Youth is the fine sand held in the hand, which has been lost unconsciously. Youth is a shooting star in the sky, although it is beautiful, it passes away in an instant. Youth is the fragrance left behind by happiness. I want to cherish it. It has left \ Letting go of youth, we have the purity of crystal. Youth, we have the vitality of grass. Youth, we have the blazing heat of the sun. Youth, we have ambitions like eagles. Youth grows with us. Youth is what we dedicate to the world. Hope flies in the sky to the unknown world. Youth gives us infinite reverie. It depicts the years in the dream world. Youth leaves us with beautiful memories. We enjoy our youth in the trajectory of life. We young people have different vitality. Dreams with different styles allow us to let go of our youth to find a different future. Modern poetry·Song of Youth·Grasp the directionless pen tip and drive the sail of youth to the ends of the earth. Never stop, step on the blue waves of the times, dance to the rhythm of the years. The stream of people bathing in the sun are carrying their ideals into the giant ship on the voyage with their ordinary youth, singing and singing in autumn dyeing the mountains and rivers, spring moistening the rivers, winter standing glaciers, summer swimming in the Milky Way, cooking the chants of labor, eating spicy hot pot and having fun. The wasted growth rings create the accumulation of years, the ageless youth is struggling against the sun, the threads are intertwined, the sweat is combed through the soil, and the fragrant coffee fruit is ripening in the soil. The mother is smiling at the Yaotai lookout, praising the countless feats of heroes, listening to The song of youth that shines brightly in the sun and the moon. The footsteps of youth trample on the mud pills of mountains and rivers. The iron is held in a needle and it is not difficult to grind. Diligence and bravery wipe out the foam of difficulties. Thousands of golden waves. The flowers of science and technology. Billions of years have passed, but there are few joys. The years that have yet to come hide the hustle and bustle of wind and rain. We are tug-of-war with the years by pulling on the rope woven by youth.