Poems that can't be forgotten 1. What are the ancient poems that describe "I want to forget and can't forget"
1. Excerpts from the original Spring Rain by Tang Bai Juyi:
I am lying in a white-lined coat while the spring approaches, but am thinking only of the White Gate City where I cannot be.
there are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain, and a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward.
the long road ahead will be full of new hardship, with, late in the nights, brief intervals of dream.
oh, to send you this message, this pair of jade earrings!, I watch a lonely wild goose in three thousand miles of cloud.
Interpretation:
In the Spring Festival, I was bedridden in a white jacket. The white door of tryst was neglected, and my heart was disconsolate. Gazing at the red chamber through the rain, I feel cold and lonely; Pearl-foil raindrops beat lanterns and returned alone. You are far away, so you should be more sad at the Spring Festival Evening? Only the remnant night can get together in a dream, vaguely vague. Earring love letters are ready, how can they be delivered? I only hope that the swan goose will fly in the sky of Wan Li.
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excerpts from "Jinse" by Tang Shangyin:
I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth.
the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.
mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.
and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever? Has come and gone before I knew.
Interpretation:
Jinse's string has been broken, but even so, every string and syllable of it is enough to express the yearning for that beautiful time. Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he just yearns for the free butterfly. Wang Di's beautiful heart and deeds can touch Du Fu.
The shadow of the bright moon in the sea is like a pearl turned from tears. Only at that time can Lantian in another place produce jade like smoke. Those beautiful things and years can only be left in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
3. Song Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum with Red Lotus Root Fragrance and Residual Jade in Autumn"
Original excerpt:
Red lotus root fragrance and residual jade in autumn. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone.
Who sent the brocade book in the cloud? When the word geese came back, the moon was full in the West Building.
flowers drift and water flows. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure.
There's nothing I can do to get rid of this feeling, so I frown, but I feel it.
Interpretation:
The lotus flower is incomplete, its fragrance has vanished, and it is as cold as a jade bamboo mat, revealing a deep cool autumn. Gently take off the silk skirt and lie on the bed alone. Who will send the brocade book to Baiyun Shujuan? It's time for the geese to line up in the word "people" and return to the south line by line. The bright moon shines on people, and it fills the pavilion building leaning alone in the west. Flowers, wandering by themselves, water, drifting by themselves A kind of parting acacia, which affects two leisure worries. Ah, what can't be ruled out is that this lovesickness, this sadness, has just disappeared from the frowning brow and is faintly entangled in my heart.
4. Song Liuyong's
Original excerpt:
The wind of leaning against dangerous buildings is fine. Looking forward to the spring sorrow, the sky is dark.
in the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who understands why mutely on the rails I lean?
I'm going to get drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless.
I won't regret it if my belt widens gradually. It's worthwhile growing languid for my coquette.
Interpretation:
I am standing on a tall building, with a thin spring breeze blowing head-on, looking far away, endless worries and gloom pervading the sky. The setting sun is slanting and the grass is misty. Who can understand my mind of leaning against the railing silently? I wanted to indulge myself and get drunk. When I raise my glass in the song, I feel reluctant to have fun but have no interest. I'm getting thinner and I don't regret it. I'd rather be haggard for you.
5. The First Sauvignon Blanc by Tang Li Bai
Original excerpt:
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
insects hum of autumn by the gold brim of the well, a thin frost glistens like little mirrors on my cold mat.
the high lantern flickers; and deeper grows my longing, I lift the shade and, with many a sigh, gaze upon the moon.
single as a flower, centred from the clouds!
above, I see the blueness and deepness of sky, below, I see the greenness and the restlessness of water.
heaven is high, earth wide; bitter between them flies my sorrow, can I dream through the gateway, over the mountain?.
sauvignon blanc, destroy your heart!
Definition:
Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc, we are in Chang 'an. Crickets in autumn are so sad, and the sound comes from Jinjinglan. The thin frost sends cold, and the bamboo mat feels cold; I miss her at night, and the lonely lamp is dim with me. Roll up the curtains and look at the bright moon, sighing for the moon in vain; Beautiful as flowers and jade, as if separated in the clouds! Green and mysterious, the sky is boundless blue sky, the water is boundless, and the waves of soup are below. How hard it is for the soul to fly over; There are many barriers between the mountains, and it is also difficult to meet the soul. Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc, often lovesickness destroys the heart!
2. What are the poems about "I can't see if I want to see, but I want to forget?"
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—— Interpretation of Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Leaving Thoughts (Part IV): Once I was near the sea, the water in other places was not enough; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan Mountain. 2. Being alone in a foreign land is a stranger, and I miss my relatives every holiday.
—— Interpretation of on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong by Wang Wei: Being away from home alone is always a bit bleak, and I miss my distant relatives more every Double Ninth Festival. 3. when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches.
—— Interpretation of Wang Wei's Acacia: Red and round red beans grow in the sunny south, and how many are born in the spring season? 4, who wants to say acacia, the shallow lover does not know. -Yan Jidao's "Sauvignon Blanc" Interpretation: Who do you want to tell the feelings of acacia? Even if the love of acacia is spoken out, the shallow person (referring to the person who doesn't have deep feelings) can't understand it after all! 5, take a lazy review of the flowers, half-edge cultivation and half-edge jun.
—— Interpretation of Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Leaving Thoughts (IV): I hurried through the flowers, too lazy to look back; This reason is partly due to the abstinence of monks and partly due to the fact that you once had. 6. I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth.
—— Interpretation of Li Shangyin's Jinse: There are 25 strings in this poem, but this poem was written after the death of Li Shangyin's wife, so 5 strings have the meaning of broken strings, but even so, every string and syllable of it is enough to express the yearning for that beautiful time.
3. Poems I can't see if I want to see them, but I want to forget them.
It's drizzling in the southeast, and wheels faintly thunder beyond Hibiscus Pool. Round the golden-toad lock, incense is creeping, the jade tiger tells, on its cord, of water being drawn. The king of the prince of Wei dreamed that he was a young and beautiful girl, and that the prince of Wei had a dream of keeping a pillow and composing a poem. Never mind * * * flowers compete for hair, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?.
you said you would come, but you did not, and you left me with no other trace, than the moonlight on your tower at the fifth-watch bell. The dream in the wound is far cry, both difficult to call; When I woke up, I began to write a letter. The Bedding of the residual jade is hazy and hazy; Musk smoked through the gauze of the gauze, soft and soft. But far beyond my reach is the Enchanted Mountain, and you are on the other side, ten thousand peaks away.
a faint phoenix-tail gauze, fragrant and doubled, lines your green canopy, closed for the night. The encounter, too late to use a fan to cover up; But you drove by, speechless. Once lonely sleepless, think of more candle; But without your news, wait until pomegranate flowers are red. I will tether my horse to a river willow, where to stay in the southwest.
the stars of last night and the wind of last night, are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall. There is no Cai feng wings on the body, can not be fly wing to wing qi Fei; Heart is like consonance, emotion is interlinked. Guessing the hook and playing with each other, the wine warms the warm heart; The group came to drinker's betting, a victory or defeat by candlelight red. Alas, hear five more drums should go to morning roll call; Ride the horse to LANTAI, like the wind in the wind.
All the above are Li Shangyin's Untitled poems;
I am lying in a white-lined coat while the spring approaches, but am thinking only of the White Gate City where I cannot be. There are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain, and a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward. The long road ahead will be full of new hardship, with, late in the nights, brief intervals of dream. Oh, to send you this message, this pair of jade earrings!, I watch a lonely wild goose in three thousand miles of cloud.
The above is Li Shangyin's poem Spring Rain;
I think that "in love, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes? is the most suitable for your problem"; There are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain, and a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward, will your shy face peer round a moon-shaped fan, and your voice be heard hushing the rattle of my carriage?. It is quiet and quiet where your gold lamp dies, how far can a pomegranate-blossom whisper? and I cry for you forever gone, I cannot waken yet, I try to read your hurried note, I find the ink too pale followed.
Of course, there is another poem "Seven Sorrow Poems" by Cao Zhi: "If you clean the road dust, my concubine will muddy the cement. Many poems such as "ups and downs are different, when will they meet?"
4. How to describe it with ancient poems if you want to forget it
Q: How to describe it with ancient poems if you want to forget it?
a: there are ready-made ones. Just frown but go to my heart.
I just frowned, but my heart came from a plum cut by Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty.
The lotus root fragrance can still be used for a long time, so I can untie Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book in the cloud? When the word geese returns, the moon is full of the West Building.
Flowers drift from place to place, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to mind.
Appreciation
The lotus is worn out, the fragrance is gone, and the bamboo mat is as cold as jade, revealing a deep cool autumn. Gently take off the tulle skirt and pan-leaf orchid boat alone. Looking up at the distant sky, where the white clouds roll, who will send the brocade book? It's time for the geese to line up in the word "people" and return to the south line by line. The moonlight is bright and soaking people, and it is full of this lonely pavilion in the west.
flowers drift by themselves, while water drifts by themselves. A kind of parting acacia, which affects two leisure worries. Ah, what can't be ruled out is that this lovesickness, this sadness, has just disappeared from the frowning brow and is faintly entangled in my heart.