The poem 1 1 expresses the memory of the old friend, but tears are silent, only regretting the past, and relying on Dan Qing to save knowledge.
2. Xian Yi, young and old, left home, and the local accent has not changed. -Don He Zhangzhi's "Return to Books"
3, dripping empty ladders, cold rain breaks, and flowers are buried.
4, holding hands and crying, actually speechless. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
5. Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.
6, but the inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three spring rays. -Don Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons
7. What hope do I have in the darkness of our grave? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death.
I miss my tears all night, and I will receive them again in the morning.
9. The child asked by hand why he didn't pay back * * * to fight for the years and won the sideburns.
10, the dead Yuan knows that everything is empty, but he looks at Kyushu sadly. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
1 1, stop thinking of James Zhang in despair, endure death and wait for Dugan for a moment. My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder.
12, unlike the night platform, it is dusty and deserted.
13, Laoquan should be brewed in Jizuo Huangquan.
14, only the mirror lake ahead, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past. -"Two Homecoming Couplets" by Tang He Zhang Zhi
15, if you want to hang your sword on the grave, listen to the piano on your knee.
16, lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will burn the midnight oil to mend clothes!
17, the dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton.
18, Bai Shu Crow Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
19, afraid of hurting mother's feelings, sneaked to the pillow.
20, the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
2 1, the road is near the south of the city, so I'm afraid to go. Shen Jiayuan is the most injured.
22, a discount, heaven and earth, no one can send!
23. Everything in the world is in the spring, and now it is crying. Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?
24. Three days before the Double Ninth Festival, the woman who died in the dream was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hand and sobbing. Many words have been forgotten.
A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left.
Poetry 2 1 expresses the memory of an old friend. When you first hear the wild goose, there is no cicada, and the water is as high as the sky. The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.
2. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it frosted already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
3. Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me (Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou")
4, I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery. (Su Shi's Water Tune)
After three months of war, a message from hometown is worth a ton of gold. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
6, the moonlight is deeper than half a household, and the Beidou is oblique. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
7, the moon, now full of the sea, the end of the world at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
8, when * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain in the evening, (Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night)
9. Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank again, and I suddenly remembered my home.
10, you people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . It's plum blossom. When you pass my silk window, the cold plum is in full bloom.
1 1, the old spring should also be brewed in the yellow. Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai?
12, I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
13, locked and covered with moss, the corridor is deep and the pavilion is idle here. The prophet is dizzy in the windy month, but the cold flowers still bloom. The bat blows the curtain and turns, and the mouse guesses through the window net. I'm alone, singing at night with my lamp on my back.
14, I haven't had many bosom friends in my life, and several palace merchants have great intentions. What are you still fighting for after a hundred years? Air is better than snow. Through the fairy bird road, deep around the clouds. I want to hang a sword in front of the grave, listen to the piano on my knee, and take it with me to find wine.
15, we joked that a long time ago, one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left. The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box. Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you. No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
16, I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old now? . There is a better person than me, and God rejected a son. Pan Yue's mourning is still a waste of language. Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are. However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.
17, Xie Min's favorite daughter unfortunately married this penniless scholar. You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine. You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves. Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks.
18, everything is wrong. What do you want to go back to? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. Original grass, sunrise, old habitat and new rain. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night!