1. Ancient poems about nostalgia
Like a dream. It rained and the wind blew violently last night, and the wine was not consumed by the heavy sleep.
When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin.
Pink lips are lonely in the boudoir, and there are thousands of sorrows in the soft intestines. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?
Leaning on the railings, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back. "A Cut of Plum Blossoms" by Li Qingzhao The fragrance of red lotus roots lingers in the jade mat in autumn.
I undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When Yanzi returns, the moon is 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. Li Qingzhao's voice was slow and he was looking for a place, deserted and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. Three cups and two cups of light wine are no match for him. The wind comes late and the wind blows.
The wild goose is passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The ground is full of yellow flowers, which are haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now?
Guarding the window, how can one live in darkness alone? The phoenix trees also drizzle until dusk, bit by bit. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"? Li Qingzhao's Drunk Flower Yin The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow. The day is endless, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast.
It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
There is no way to be ecstatic, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. The sand in Huanxi is more amber-rich than the cup. It melts before it becomes intoxicating. The sparse clock has already responded to the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and dreams, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. The sky is red with candles when I wake up. The wind is soft and the sun is thin, but spring is still early. The Bodhisattva is wearing a shirt and is in a good mood.
It was slightly cold when I woke up, and the plum blossoms on my temples were still intact. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk.
It burns when lying in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared.
2. Poems about nostalgia
Passing away like a man
This is the most common
If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and flows to the sea never to return
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Don’t you see the bright mirror in the high hall, the sad white hair in the morning is like blue silk and turns into snow at dusk
Yan Shu’s "Huanxi Sha":
A new song for wine A cup, last year’s weather was like an old pavilion. When will the sun set?
Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the swallows return as if they have known each other before. The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone.
Farewell to the school secretary Shu Yun (Li Bai) at Xieji Tower in Xuanzhou
Those who abandon me will not be able to retain yesterday's day.
Those who mess up my heart will have many worries today!
The long wind blows away the autumn geese, and you can enjoy the high-rise building.
Penglai articles are built to build bones, with small thanks in the middle and clear hair.
All have thoughts of relaxation and prosperity. Flying, I want to go up to the blue sky and see the bright moon.
Cutting off the water with a knife, the water will flow more, raising a cup to eliminate sorrow and sorrow.
If life is not satisfactory in this world, the dispersion of Ming Dynasty will make the boat flat. < /p>
Yeshan (Li Shangyin)
There is always a long rope tied to the sun,
When the water disappears and the clouds return, I will regret it.
I want to go to Magu Buy the sea,
A cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.
Linjiang Immortal Yang Shen
The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure. The head is empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river are used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze. They meet happily over a pot of turbid wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all made up of jokes.
p>Li Yu's poem "Crying in the Night":
The forest flowers have withered the spring red. It's too hasty. Helpless, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. Rouge tears. Leave people drunk. When will it happen again? Since life grows and hates the water, it flows eastward.
Wang Bo Volume 55_12 "Tengwang Pavilion"
Tengwang's high pavilion is near the river,
The jade-wearing mingluan is singing and dancing. < /p>
The painted building is flying towards Nanpu clouds,
The bead curtain rolls in the rain on the west mountain at dusk.
The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long,
Things change and stars move. Spending autumn.
Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now?
Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely.
The prime years will never come again, and it will be difficult to morning again in one day. You should encourage yourself, time waits for no one. - Tao Qian
If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come down from the sky and rush to the sea never to return. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall will have sad white hair, and it will turn into snow in the morning like blue silk in the evening. ——Li Bai
Heaven and earth are the connecting journey of all things; time is the passerby of all generations. ——Li Bai
“Life in the world is like a white horse passing by, suddenly.” —— Zhuangzi< /p>
The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.——Liu Xiyi
Time is like an arrow, urging people to grow old, and the sun and the moon are passing by like young people.——Gao Ming
< p> The deceased is like a man, never giving up day and night. - ConfuciusTomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows, I live to wait for tomorrow, everything will be wasted. If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will pass and autumn will come. The old man is coming. Watch the water flowing eastward in the morning, and the sun setting in the west in the evening. How many tomorrows can there be in a hundred years? Please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia's "Song of Tomorrow")
The Yellow River flows to the east, and the sun sets in the west sea. The passing river and the passing light are fleeting and have no regard for each other.——Li Bai
Flowers bloom again, and people are no longer young.——Guan Hanqing 3. Poems about nostalgia
The dead are like Sifu
If you don’t see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and flows to the sea and never returns
If you don’t see, the mirror in the high hall is sad, and the white hair is like blue hair turning into snow at dusk
Yan Shu’s " "Huanxi Sha":
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. When will the sunset return?
Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the swallows returned as if they had known each other before. The fragrant path in the small garden wandered alone.
Farewell to the school secretary Shu Yun (Li Bai) at Xieji Tower in Xuanzhou
Those who abandon me will not be able to retain yesterday's day.
Those who mess up my heart will have many worries today!
The long wind blows away the autumn geese, and you can enjoy the high-rise building.
Penglai articles are built to build bones, with small thanks in the middle and clear hair.
All have thoughts of relaxation and prosperity. Flying, I want to go up to the blue sky and see the bright moon.
Cutting off the water with a knife, the water will flow more, raising a cup to eliminate the sorrow and sorrow.
If life is not satisfactory in this world, the dispersion of Ming Dynasty will make the boat flat. < /p>
Yeshan (Li Shangyin)
There is always a long rope tied to the sun,
When the water disappears and the clouds return, I will regret it.
I want to go to Magu Buy the sea,
A cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.
Linjiang Immortal Yang Shen
The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure. The head is empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red for a few times.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river are used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine happily meets each other. Many times in ancient and modern times.
Passed away like a man
Don’t you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns
Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall is sad, and the white hair is like blue silk in the morning and turns into snow at dusk
Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sha":
A new song with a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. When will the sunset return?
Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the swallows returned as if they had known each other before. The fragrant path in the small garden wandered alone.
Farewell to the school secretary Shu Yun (Li Bai) at Xieji Tower in Xuanzhou
Those who abandon me will not be able to retain yesterday's day.
Those who mess up my heart will have many worries today!
The long wind blows away the autumn geese, and you can enjoy the high-rise building.
Penglai articles are built to build bones, with small thanks in the middle and clear hair.
All have thoughts of relaxation and prosperity. Flying, I want to go up to the blue sky and see the bright moon.
Cutting off the water with a knife, the water will flow more, raising a cup to eliminate sorrow and sorrow.
If life is not satisfactory in this world, the dispersion of Ming Dynasty will make the boat flat. < /p>
Yeshan (Li Shangyin)
There is always a long rope tied to the sun,
When the water disappears and the clouds return, I will regret it.
I want to go to Magu Buy the sea,
A cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.
Linjiang Immortal Yang Shen
The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure. The head is empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river are used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze. They meet happily over a pot of turbid wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all made up of jokes.
p>Li Yu's poem "Crying at Night":
The forest flowers have withered the spring red. It's too hasty. Helpless, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. Rouge tears. Leave people drunk. When will it be heavy? Naturally, life grows and hates the water.
Wang Bo
King Teng’s high pavilion is near the river in Zhujiang.
He wears jade and sings the Luan while singing and dancing.
The painted building is flying towards Nanpu clouds,
The bead curtain rolls in the west mountain rain at dusk.
The shadows in the leisurely cloud pool are long,
Things change and the stars move several autumns.
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Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now?
Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely.
The prime years never come again, and it is difficult to get back to the morning one day. It is advisable to encourage yourself in time, and the years Don't wait for others. - Tao Qian
If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come down from the sky and rush to the sea never to return. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall will have sad white hair, and it will look like blue silk in the morning and turn into snow in the evening. - Li Bai
Heaven and earth are the connecting journey of all things; time is the passerby of all generations.——Li Bai
“Life in the world is like a white horse passing by, suddenly.”——Zhuangzi
Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year.——Liu Xiyi
Time is like an arrow urging people to grow old, and the sun and the moon are like passing by young people.——Gao Ming
The dead are like Sifu, don’t give up day and night. - Confucius
Tomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows, I live to wait for tomorrow, everything will be wasted. If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will pass, autumn will come, and old age will come. Look at it. The water flows east, and the sun sets in the west at dusk. How many tomorrows can there be in a hundred years? Please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia's "Song of Tomorrow")
The Yellow River flows east, and the sun sets in the west sea in the white sky. The passing river and the flowing light, The erratic and unfavorable. - Li Bai
Flowers bloom again, and people are no longer young. - Guan Hanqing 4. Poems about nostalgia
Like a dream, the rain last night stopped and the wind blew. , A heavy sleep will not eliminate the remaining wine.
When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin.
Pink lips are lonely in the boudoir, and there are thousands of sorrows in the soft intestines. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?
Leaning on the railings, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back. "A Cut of Plum Blossoms" by Li Qingzhao The fragrance of red lotus roots lingers in the jade mat in autumn.
I undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When Yanzi returns, the moon is 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. Li Qingzhao's voice was slow and he was looking for a place, deserted and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. Three cups and two cups of light wine are no match for him. The wind comes late and the wind blows.
The wild goose is passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The ground is full of yellow flowers, they are haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now?
Guarding the window, how can one live in darkness alone? The phoenix trees also drizzle until dusk, bit by bit. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"? Li Qingzhao's Drunk Flower Yin The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow. The day is endless, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast.
It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cabinet are cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
There is no way to be ecstatic, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. The sand in Huanxi is more amber-rich than the cup. It melts before it becomes intoxicating. The sparse clock has already responded to the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and dreams, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. When I wake up, the sky is red with candles. The wind is soft and the sun is thin, but spring is still early. The Bodhisattva is in a good mood with his shirt on.
It was slightly cold when I woke up, and the plum blossoms on my temples were still intact. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk.
It burns when lying in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared. Telling the story of one's heartfelt feelings. It's too late to remove makeup when the night comes, and the calyx of a plum tree is inserted into a broken branch.
Awakening from drunkenness destroys spring sleep, and dreams can never be returned. People are quiet, the moon is shining, and the green curtains are hanging down.
More the remaining stamens, pick up the remaining fragrance, and get more time. Good things are close at hand. The wind is setting and the flowers are falling deep. There are red piles of snow outside the curtain.
After the begonias bloom, it is the time of spring. After the wine and singing, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright.
The soul's dream is full of resentment, and it cries louder (left "Jue", right half, right "Bird"). Qing Ping Le Every year in the snow, I often plant plum blossoms to get drunk. I remove all the plum blossoms without any good intentions, which makes my clothes full of tears! This year, everywhere in the world, Xiao Xiao’s temples are blooming.
Looking at the late wind, it should be difficult to see plum blossoms. Recalling Qin'e's visit to the high pavilion, the chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke.
The smoke is thin, and after the crows return, I can hear the horns in the dusk. The fragrant fragrance is broken and the feelings are evil, the west wind urges the parasol trees to fall.
The parasol trees have fallen, but the autumn colors are still there, and the loneliness is still there. Spread through the Huanxi sand, knead the gold into thousands of pieces, and cut it into layers of jasper leaves.
The demeanor and spirit are as vivid as Yanfu's. How vulgar are the pistils? Thousand knots of lilacs are bitter and crude.
Thousands of miles of dreams have penetrated people's worries, but they are ruthless. Spread through the sand of Huanxi, my temples are rustling with illness, I lie down and watch the waning moon on the window screen.
Fry the cardamom tips into water and do not use them as tea. It is good to relax with poems and books on the pillow. The scenery in front of the door is beautiful when the rain comes. I borrow flowers from many people all day long, like mignonette.
Tim the word picking mulberry seeds Who planted the banana tree in front of the window? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the atrium, and the leaves and leaves are relaxed and full of emotions. It rains in the middle of the night on my sad pillow, and every drop of rain rains; every drop of rain and rain, I am saddened by the northerners, who are not used to hearing it! In the spring of Wuling, the wind accompanies the dust and the fragrant flowers have all gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night.
Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. When I want to speak, I shed tears first. I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to take a boat trip.
I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and there will be a lot of sorrow. The drunken flowers are overcast, the mist is thick, the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast.
It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cabinet are cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Nan Gezi The stars and rivers are turning in the sky, and the curtains of the world are hanging down.
Liang Sheng’s pillow mat was stained with tears. He got up to take off his clothes and asked, “What’s the night like?” The green lotus pods are small, and the gold-pinned lotus leaves are sparse. The weather is old and the clothes are old, only the feelings are different, the old home! Resentful King Sun The wind blows on the lake and the waves are vast. Autumn is already late, and there are few reds and fragrant flowers.
The beauty of the water, the mountains, and the intimacy with people are indescribable and infinitely good. The lotus seeds have become old lotus leaves, washed with green dew and apple blossoms.
The gulls and herons sleep in the sand and do not look back. They seem to hate that people return early. These words are all written by an outstanding female poet [Li Qingzhao], and most of her words are relatively desolate. 5. What are the ancient poems about "nostalgia"?
There are many, such as "Su Muzhe·Nostalgia" ___Fan Zhongyan, "The Poppy·The Wind Returns to the Green Small Courtyard" ___Li Yu, " Preface to the Oriole's Cry·Spring Festival Gala" ___Wu Wenying and others.
1. Su Muzhe·Nostalgia
Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan
The sky is blue and the ground is yellow leaves. The autumn colors are rolling in waves, and the waves are green and cold. The mountains reflect the setting sun and catch the water. The grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country, the thoughts of the journey. Unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. The Mingyue Tower is high and I am leaning against it alone. The wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness.
2. Poppy · The wind returns to the small courtyard and the courtyard is green.
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
The wind returns to the small courtyard and the courtyard is green. Willow eyes continue to spring. I was silent for half a day, but the sound of the bamboo and the crescent moon were still the same as before.
The music and songs have not yet dispersed, but Zun Lei is still there, and the ice on the pond has begun to melt. The candles are bright and fragrant, and the painting is deep in the dark hall. The green frost on the temples and the remaining snow are hard to bear.
3. Brother Zizhan from Huaimianchi
Song Dynasty: Su Che
Let's say goodbye to Zheng Yuan, because we are afraid of snow and mud on the long road.
Returning to riding and looking for Daliang Mo, the traveler has already passed through ancient Guoxi.
Do you know that you were once a county official? Inscription on the wall of the old monk’s room.
When I think about traveling alone, there are few good things to eat, and there is no way for the horse to neigh. 6. What are the ancient poems about "nostalgia"?
There are many, such as "Su Muzhe·Nostalgia" ___Fan Zhongyan, "The Poppy·The Wind Returns to the Green Small Courtyard" ___Li Yu, " Preface to the Oriole's Cry·Spring Festival Gala" ___Wu Wenying and others.
1. Su Muzhe·Nostalgia for the Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan The sky is blue and the ground is yellow leaves. The autumn colors are rolling in waves, and the waves are green and cold.
The mountains reflect the setting sun and catch the water. The grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country, the thoughts of the journey. Unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep.
High up in the Mingyue Tower, I lean alone. The wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness.
2. Poppy · The wind returns to the small courtyard and the courtyard is green. Five generations: Li Yu The wind returns to the small courtyard and the courtyard is green, and the willow eyes continue to spring. I was silent for half a day, but the sound of the bamboo and the crescent moon were still the same as before.
The music and songs have not yet dispersed, but Zun Lei is still there, and the ice on the pond has begun to melt.
The candles are bright and fragrant, and the painting is deep in the dark hall. The green frost on the temples and the remaining snow are hard to bear.
3. Huai Mianchi sent brother Zizhan to the Song Dynasty: Su Che went to Zheng Yuan to say goodbye, because he was afraid of snow and mud on the long journey. Returning to riding, we are looking for Daliang Mo. The traveler has already passed through ancient Guoxi.
Do you know that you were once a county official? Inscription on the wall of the old monk’s room. When I think about traveling alone, there are few good things to eat, and there is no way for the horse to neigh. 7. Poems expressing nostalgia
1. "Rewarding Lotte and Seeing Gifts at the First Banquet in Yangzhou" Year: Tang Author: Liu Yu Xiba Mountain and Chushui are desolate places, abandoned for twenty-three years.
Nostalgically reciting the poems on the flute in the air, and when I go to the countryside to read them, I feel like a dead person. Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees.
Listen to a song of Junge today, and just have a glass of wine to keep your spirits up. 2. "Neighbors send each other to Fangshan" Era: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Xie Lingyun only left the imperial city, and stayed in Ouyue during the period.
Unwinding and trending, nostalgia cannot be released. Analyze and analyze the declining forest, the bright autumn moon shines brightly.
It is easy to be full of affection, but it is difficult to rest when things are difficult. Accumulation of sickness creates worries, and few desires are lacking.
Given this eternal secluded dwelling, how can we say goodbye to each other year after year? Everyone strives to make new ambitions every day, and the sound of dust comforts the silence.
3. "Like Meng Ling·Last Night the Rain and the Wind Drizzled" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Li Qingzhao Last night it rained and the wind blew, and I slept heavily without the remaining wine. I tried to ask the person behind the curtain, but the crabapple remained the same. Do you know, do you know, it should be green fat, red and thin.
4. "Huanxisha" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi Piaomiao among the purple and green buildings in the dangerous building. Good times and good things are hard to come by.
Feeling nostalgic and sad. The bright moon and beautiful branches are in the sky every night, and the chrysanthemums are beautiful every year.
I don’t know who I will watch next year. 5. "Xijiang Moon·The Green Lanterns of the Bamboo Temple Forever Night" Era: Song Dynasty Author: The green lanterns of the Xiangdian Bamboo Temple last forever, and the yellow leaves in Jiangcheng are high in autumn.
At that time, the cultural relics were all over the place, and the sound of the flute was even more nostalgic. A life spent in prison is filled with thoughts, and thousands of romantic poems are filled with sorrow.
He was forcefully invited to Qingzhou, where he became thinner and thinner due to alcoholism.