1. What are the poems that express "love cannot stay together"
1. Looking to the south of the Yangtze River and freshening up
Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun
< p> After washing up, I leaned alone on Wangjiang Tower. Thousands of sails are gone, but the slanting light flows slowly over the water. Heartbroken Bai Pingzhou.Translation: After washing up, I climbed up to Wangjiang Tower alone, leaning on the pillars and staring at the surging river. Thousands of ships passed by, but none of the people they expected showed up. The afterglow of the sun shines on the river. The river flows slowly, and the tender heart of longing lingers on the Baiping Island.
2. "Die Lian Hua· Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky"
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky, as before. , both past and present have become a jue. If the moon is always bright and clear, the ice and snow will keep you warm.
No matter how easy it is to cut off the fate, the swallow remains the same, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After singing, the sorrow of the autumn grave has not stopped, and the spring bush recognizes the two-dwelling butterfly.
Translation: The hardest and most pitiable thing is the bright moon in the sky. It is full like a jade ring only one night in January, and is like an incomplete jade ring at other times. If I could be as bright as the moon wheel all my life, I would give up my own coolness like ice and snow to heat you.
What is helpless is that people's mortal relationships are easy to end, but the swallow is still like that, stepping lightly on the curtain hook. In autumn, facing your tomb, I sang a song, but my sadness did not diminish at all. How I wish I could play with you in the grass like two butterflies flying together in spring.
3. "Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yi Mao"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, you will never forget it . 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.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Translation: It has been ten years since we said goodbye to each other. We cannot bear to miss each other, but we will never forget them. The lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to express the sadness and desolation in my heart.
Even if you and I meet as husband and wife, I’m afraid you won’t recognize me. My face is covered with dust and my temples are as frosty as I am running around. Last night I returned to my hometown in my dream and saw you dressing up in front of the mirror in front of the small window.
You and I were silent and speechless, and we could only shed a thousand lines of tears. I guess that the graveyard with the small pine trees shining under the bright moon is the place where my wife has been heartbroken every year.
4. "Two Poems on Shen Yuan"
Song Dynasty: Lu You
The setting sun on the city depicts the corners of mourning, and Shen Yuan is not a restored pool.
The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, and it was once the shadow of a startling grand.
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. I am about to turn into a handful of dirt in Kuaiji Mountain, but I still come here to pay my respects and shed tears.
5. "Picking Mulberries·It Was Wrong at the Time"
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Now it is revealed that it was wrong at the time, and my mood is desolate. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong.
Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy period. Farewell like this, the pear blossoms have fallen and the moon turns to the west.
Translation: Only now do I realize that I was wrong at that time. My heart was desolate and confused. Tears fell silently. All I saw was the spring breeze, but things were different from before. Later I realized that there was no way around it, so I reluctantly said that we would see each other again in the future. After parting like this, the pear blossoms had all fallen and the moon was already in the west of the sky. 2. Provide some ancient poems that describe love and inability to stay together
Flowers drift by themselves and water flows by itself. A kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart. < /p>
————Song Dynasty-Li Qingzhao-"One Cut Plum"
When will this water stop? When has this hatred ended? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love!
———— Song Dynasty - Li Zhiyi's "Bu Shuzi"
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't bear to look at the magpie bridge on the way back. If the love lasts for a long time, how can we be together in court? Twilight?
———— "Magpie Bridge Immortal" by Qin Guan, Song Dynasty
In the deep night, the wind blows the bamboos, and the thousands of leaves and thousands of sounds are all hate. Therefore, I sleep on my single pillow and look for it in my dream, and the dream comes again. If it fails to become a lamp, it will burn out again.
———— "Spring in the Jade House" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
The east wind is evil and the joy 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 tear stains are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo.
───Lu You of the Song Dynasty, "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix"
Li Qingzhao's "One Cut Plum" Related translations: Flowers drift freely, water drifts freely, a kind of parting lovesickness, You and I are involved in the worries of both places.
Ah, what cannot be ruled out is that - this lovesickness, this sorrow of separation, just disappeared from the slightly frowning eyebrows, and faintly lingered in my heart again.
Li Zhiyi's "Bu Shuanzi" Related Translations: The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time. I don't know when it will stop, and I don't know when my lovesickness and hatred of separation will stop. I just hope that your thoughts are like mine, and you will definitely live up to our longing for each other.
Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal" Related translations: Tenderness is like water, the brief meeting is like a dream, and when we part, I can't bear to look at the Magpie Bridge Road. As long as the love lasts until death, there is no need to covet the happiness of each other.
Related translations of Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House": The strong wind blew everywhere in the bamboo forest last night, conveying the rhythm of late autumn, and the sound of each leaf seemed to express resentment. I deliberately leaned on the single pillow, hoping to meet you in my dream, but unfortunately the dream failed, and the wick was helpless and burned to embers in the autumn wind.
"The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" by Lu You Related translations: How hateful the spring breeze is, how thin the joy is. A full glass of wine is like a glass of sadness, and my life has been very bleak in the past few years. Looking back at that time, I can only sigh: Wrong, wrong, wrong! The beautiful spring scenery is still the same, but people are losing weight in vain. The tears washed away the rouge on his face and soaked the thin silk handkerchief. The peach blossoms in full spring fall on the quiet and empty pond and pavilion. The vow of eternal love is still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back at that time, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo! 3. Provide some ancient poems that describe love and inability to stay together
Flowers drift by themselves and water flows by itself. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart. — ——Song Dynasty - Li Qingzhao - "One Cut Plum" When will the water stop? When has this hatred ended? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love! ——Song Dynasty - Li Zhiyi's "Businessman" Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and you can't bear to look at the magpie bridge on your way back. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? ——Song Dynasty - Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal" Late at night, the wind blows the bamboos in the autumn rhythm, and thousands of leaves are full of hate. So I look for it in a dream, but the dream fails to become a lamp and dies. ——Song Dynasty - Ouyang Xiu, "Jade Tower" Spring: The east wind is evil, and joy is thin.
With a heavy heart, I have been away for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as ever, and people are thin and empty. The tear stains are red and raw.
Peach blossoms fall, leisurely pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book.
Mo, mo, mo. ───Song Dynasty - Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" Li Qingzhao's "One Cut of Plum" Related translations: Flowers drift freely, water drifts freely, a kind of parting lovesickness, you and I, affect the sorrow of both places.
Ah, what cannot be ruled out is that - this lovesickness, this sorrow of separation, just disappeared from the slightly frowning eyebrows, and faintly entangled in my heart again. Related translations of Li Zhiyi's "Businessman": The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time. I don't know when it will stop, and I don't know when my lovesickness and hatred of separation will stop.
I just hope that your thoughts are like mine, and you will definitely not live up to our longing for each other. Related translations of "Magpie Bridge Immortal" by Qin Guan: Tenderness is like water, the brief meeting is like a dream, and when we part, we can't bear to look at the Magpie Bridge Road.
As long as the love lasts until death, there is no need to covet the happiness of each other. Related translations of Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House": The strong wind blew everywhere in the bamboo forest last night, conveying the rhythm of late autumn, and the sound of each leaf seemed to express resentment.
I deliberately leaned on the single pillow, hoping to meet you in my dream, but unfortunately the dream could not come true, but the wick burned to embers in the autumn wind. Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" Related translations: The spring breeze is so hateful, the joy is blown away so thin.
A glass full of wine is like a glass of sadness. Life has been very bleak in the past few years. Looking back at that time, I can only sigh: Wrong, wrong, wrong! The beautiful spring scenery is still the same, but people are losing weight in vain.
The tears washed away the rouge on his face and soaked the thin silk handkerchief. The peach blossoms in full spring fall on the quiet and empty pond and pavilion.
The vow of eternal love is still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back at that time, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo. 4. Who can help me write a poem or a short prose about how men and women cannot stay together because of love? .
When swallows fly, green water surrounds people.
There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world!
There is a swing in the wall, a road outside the wall, and a pedestrian outside the wall.
The beauty in the wall smiles. The laughter gradually fades away and becomes quieter,
Passionate but annoyed by ruthlessness.
Jiang Chengzi Su Shi
Dreams recorded on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao
Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about 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.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
The material line is at the broken part of the intestine every year, on a bright moonlit night, short of Matsuoka.
Queqiao Immortal Qin Temple
The fine clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness.
As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will conquer the world. Countless.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home.
If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they stay together day and night!
A Cut of Plum Blossoms by Li Qingzhao
The fragrant red lotus roots linger in the jade mat in autumn, I undress my clothes lightly and get on the lotus boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose came back, the moon was full on the west tower.
The flowers drift by themselves and the water flows by themselves, a kind of lovesickness, and two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Yu Linling Liu Yong
The chilling cicadas are miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, and the mist sinks into the sky.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqing Festival!
Where did you wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them?
Hairpin-headed Phoenix Lu You
Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls.
The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, and a person is full of melancholy, leaving him alone for a few years. wrong! wrong! wrong!
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are stained by red silk and silk.
The peach blossoms are falling, the pavilion is idle, although the mountain alliance is still there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo! Mo! Mo!
The Hairpin-headed Phoenix Tang Wan
The world is thin, human nature is evil, and flowers tend to fall when the rain comes at dusk.
At dawn, the wind has dried, and there are still traces of tears. I want to sign my thoughts, and I speak alone at the side of the fence. Disaster! Disaster! Disaster!
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, the night is dark, I am afraid of being asked, so I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. conceal! conceal! conceal!
Li Zhiyi "Bu Shuzi"
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, I drink water from the Yangtze River
When will this water stop, and when will this regret end? Your heart is just like mine, and you will definitely live up to your love.
"Drunken Flower Yin" by Li Qingzhao
Thick mist and clouds make the day long, 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 lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Li Yu's "Welcome to Meet, Speechless and Alone on the West Tower"
Speechless and alone on the West Tower, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.
Constant cutting and confusion are the sorrow of divorce, not the ordinary feeling in the heart.
Li Yu's "Happy Meeting, the Forest Flowers Withered the Spring Red Flowers"
The forest flowers withered the spring red flowers, it was too hasty, helpless, the cold rain came in the morning and the wind came in the evening.
The tears of rouge will make you drunk, no matter how long it lasts, it is natural that life grows and hates the water.
"Slow Voice" by Li Qingzhao
Searching and searching, deserted and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold.
How can three glasses and two glasses of light wine stand against him?
The wild goose is passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now?
Guarding the window, how can one live in darkness alone?
The parasol trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit.
How can the word "sorry" be so important in terms of order?
"The Sapphire Case, Yuan Xi" by Xin Qiji
The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and the stars fall like rain.
BMW’s carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.
The golden strands of moth snow and willow trees are filled with laughter and hidden fragrance.
The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.