The poems that describe "looking forward to meeting each other" are as follows:
1. Song Su Shi's "Dream on the 2th day of the first month of Jiangchengzi Yimao"
Ten years of life and death are ambiguous, and I will never forget it. Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know when you meet, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost.
At night, I dreamt of returning home suddenly, and I was dressing at the window of Xiao Xuan. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines It is expected that the heartbroken place every year, the moonlit night, short matsuoka.
2. Untitled time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted by Tang Shangyin
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
3. note on a rainy night to a friend in the north by Tang Li Shangyin
Before your return, evening rain rose.
when * * * cuts the candle at the west window, but talks about evening rain.
4. Song Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum, Red Lotus Fragrance and Residual Jade in the Autumn"
Red Lotus Fragrance and Residual Jade in the Autumn. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book in the cloud, when the word goose came back, the moon was full of the west building.
flowers drift and water flows. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to mind.
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Song Liuyong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers, Leaning against the Dangerous Building Wind" looks at the dangerous building wind carefully, looking forward to the spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.
I plan to get drunk and treat wine as a song, but it's boring to be happy. I don't regret the gradual widening of my belt, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
The poem describing "looking forward to meeting each other" is as follows:
6. Don Li Shangyin's Jinse
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.
7. Acacia by Tang Wangwei
when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches.
take home an armful, for my sake, as a symbol of our love.
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Song Yan Shu's "Butterfly Lovers, Threshold Chrysanthemum Worries about Smoke and Blue Tears and Dews", the threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and blue tears and dew, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave and hate bitterness, and the oblique light goes through Zhuhu.
last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I climbed the tall building alone, looking all over the world. If you want to send colorful stationery and ruler, where do you know?
9. Don Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc
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!
1. Moonlit Night by Tang Du Fu
far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her chamber. For our boy and girl, poor little babes, are too young to know where the Capital is.
her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon. When shall we lie again on our screen, watching this bright light with no more tears?. 2. Seeking: an ancient poem expressing hope to meet each other
Jun asked why evening rain rose in the autumn pool before the return date * * * Cut the candle at the west window but talk about evening rain
the moon, grown full now over the sea Tianya * * * At this time, relatives and friends in the long thoughtfulness of night, brings to separated hearts
Luoyang ask each other a piece of ice heart in the jade pot
and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone, time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted
There is one person missing in the climbing place of Yaozhi brothers
People don't know where to go to peach blossom, but they still smile at the east wind
Last year, when the moon was full, the flower market lights were like the willow tips on the day. After dusk, the flowers and lights were still missing when the moon was full this year.
Hating you is not like the month on the river, north, south, east, west, north and south, east and west. Hating you is like the month on the river, but it's full, and it's still short, and it's still short, and it's still short, and it's still short. When will you be reunited?
Spring grass grows green every year, and but O my Prince of Friends, do you?
Flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the rain is as thin as sorrow
a thousand miles from her home, a lady of the palace lived here these twenty years and Man Zi, see how she tries to hold back her tears < p . . I thought it would be added. . . What kind do you want, lovers, friends or parents? 3. What are the ancient poems expressing "Looking forward to meeting each other"
Untitled time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
note on a rainy night to a friend in the north
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
Before Jun Wen returned, evening rain rose to the autumn pool.
when * * * cuts the candle at the west window, but talks about evening rain.
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Red lotus root fragrance can make jade disappear. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book in the cloud, when the word goose came back, the moon was full of the west building.
flowers drift and water flows. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to mind.
looking at the moon and thinking of one far away/Looking Back at the Moon
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling
the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * At this time.
brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night.
it is no darker though I blow out my candle, it is no warmer though I put on my coat.
so I leave my message with the moon, and turn to my bed, hoping for dreams.
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
looked at the dangerous building with a thin wind, looking forward to the spring sorrow, and the sky was dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence. (Lan Tong Lan)
I plan to get drunk on the picture of being crazy, and treat wine as a song, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret the gradual widening of my belt, which makes people haggard for Iraq. 4. Seeking: an ancient poem expressing hope to meet each other
Jun asked what evening rain should do when he rose in the autumn pool before the return date * * * Cut the candle at the west window but talk about the end of the world in the moon, grown full now over the sea when he was in evening rain * * * At this time, relatives and friends in Luoyang, the long thoughtfulness of night, brings to separated hearts, like asking each other a piece of ice heart in the jade pot, time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone, the distant brother's climbing place, inserting dogwood all over the place, and one person is missing. I don't know where to go to the peach blossom, but I still laugh at the east wind. When the moon was full last year, the flowers and lights were still missing after the dusk. Last year, people cried, and Man Chun hated you on his sleeves, unlike Jiang Lou Yue, North and South, East and West, North and South, but things only accompanied each other, Jiang Lou's month is full, but it's still short, and it's still short, and it's still short. When is the reunion? Spring grass is green every year. but O my Prince of Friends, do you? is free to fly flowers as light as a dream, and the silk rain is as thin as sorrow. a thousand miles from her home and a lady of the palace lived here these twenty years have a cry, and Man Zi and see how she tries to hold back her tears have temporarily thought of these.
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what kind do you want, lover, friend or parents? 5. What are the poems expecting friends to meet again?
I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left, and there was this message from afar.
Yang Hua fell to the ground and cried, and Wen Daolong crossed the five streams.
I'm worried about the bright moon, and it's gone with the wind until it's gone west.
Du Fu wrote "Give Eight Chu Shi to Wei". This poem describes a corner of life illuminated by the light of warm friendship on a dark night. Once again, Du Fu's family fled the mountains, and they were caught in heavy rain, hungry and cold. When they passed Peng Ya in the middle of the night and came to our friend Sun Zai's house, we saw a touching scene:
Yan Ke was dark, and the door was opened with lights on. Warm soup is enough for me, and paper-cutting is my soul. Since then, I have been married and shed tears at each other. The chicks are sleeping soundly, arousing the appetite.
Du Fu's two Dreams of Li Bai are the most outstanding chapters in the memory of Li Bai. The poem not only expresses his thoughts about his friends, but also expresses his understanding of Li Bai. Such as "I woke, and the low moon's glimmer on a rafter, seemed to be your face, still floating in the air". In a hazy moonlight, readers seem to see Li Bai's melancholy eyes; "and, here in my doorway, you rubbed your white head, as if there were something puzzling you. Our capital teems with officious people, while you are alone and helpless and poor ". It can be said that it is a small portrait of the tragic figure Li Bai, which is full of sympathy from the photographer; "a thousand years' fame, ten thousand years' fame, what good, when you are dead and gone" is the critical comment of Li Bai's life.
The phoenix in the forest corner has no knowledge of the world, and the fried glue has a strange view. It is still seen that Wang Sheng holds this bosom, because there is no reason to envy him. And when Wang Sheng comforts the past, he always knows that cheap children are willing to be poor.
it's not shameful to be cold and hungry, and it's hard to be healthy when you are sick. Wang Sheng blames me for my bad color, and answers that it is difficult to lie on the pillow. Who can bear malaria and Sanqiu? Cold and heat are at war for a hundred days.
there is a roe deer sitting in the dark, and the flesh is yellow and wrinkled like a line. However, I have not calmed down because of my sorrow, and I have made great efforts to make delicious food for me. Send someone to the city to pay for fragrant rice, and call the woman out of the house to cook it herself.
Chang' an is sour and green in winter, and Jincheng is crisp and quiet as practice. Seek the rich and cut the fresh, and have a harmonious final banquet. My old friend's kindness is late, which makes my hands and feet spin.
the old horse was a pony, and he was very proud at that time. But to make the old age full of food, I only want to see each other often.
In addition, there are:
1. In the past, I passed away, and the willows are reluctant; Today, I think it's raining ->
2. Sad songs can be used as tears, and from afar, they can be angelica sinensis-Han Yuefu folk songs >
3. Humayi flies in the north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest-Nineteen ancient Chinese poems >
4. but how much love has the inch-long grass won three Chunhui-Don Meng Jiao >
5. now, nearing my village, meeting people, I dare not ask a single question-Don Song Zhiwen >
6. you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there! was the plum, when you passed my silken window, is Han Mei in flower? -Don Wang Wei >
7. so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already? lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home-Tang Li Bai >
8. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk-Song Li Qingzhao >
9. Think twice about your relatives during the festive season-Don Wang Wei >
1. I don't know whose home Qiu Si will fall in tonight's moonlight-Don Wang Jian >
11. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but hates the warbler sound like an old mountain-Tang Si Kongtu >
12. Only the lake is in front of the door, and the spring breeze will not change the old waves-Don He Zhizhang >
13. When a young boy leaves home, the old man returns, and the local accent remains unchanged.-Don He Zhizhang >
14. he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!-Tang Du Fu >;
15. Don't be sad, be sad, be separated-Warring States. Chu. Qu Yuan >
16. The day of departure is far away, and the day of clothing and belts has slowed down. >
17. When a man falls into the wild goose, he thinks before the flowers-Sui Xue Daoheng >
18. Being away from hate is like spring grass, which goes further and lives-Nantang. Li Yu >
19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sorrow, especially the general taste in your heart-Li Yu >
2. It's easier to see when it's not, and the water is gone in spring, which is heaven and earth-Li Yu >
21. it is almost as hard for friends to meet, as for the morning and evening stars-Tang Du Fu >;
22. Advise you to drink a glass of wine more, and you will go to Yangguan for no reason-Don Wang Wei >
23. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world knows Jun-Tang Gao Shi >
24. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun's-Li Bai >
25. we met last among flowers, among flowers we parted has been in bloom for one year-Don Wei Yingwu >
26. time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone-Tang. Li Shangyin >
27. Candles bid farewell with their hearts, weeping for others until dawn-Don Du Mu >
28. If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid parting from Tang Du Mu >
29. A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums is a ten-year lamp in the river's lake. Song. Huang Tingjian >
3. It's so vague to go up the river floor alone, and the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who come to watch the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year's Tang Zhao >
31. There should be no hate. When will it grow into a circle? -Song Su Shi >
32. I wish people a long life, and a thousand miles * * * Chan Juan-Song Su Shi > 6. Poems looking forward to meeting again
1. Turn to Zhuge, low-lying households, and take no sleep. The moon should not have any resentment against people, why is it that the people are only round when they leave? Men have sorrow and joy and they part and meet again. The moon dims or shines and it waxes or wanes. Nothing is perfect, not even in the old days. I hope people will live for a long time, and they will be beautiful for thousands of miles. Song Sushi's
2. There is no rest in front of you, and the wheels and hooves are like water. If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid parting. When will Su Qin's six seals return? Pan Yue's hair goes to the autumn. Don't blame the tears in your eyes, and remember Cangzhou after ten years of farming and fishing. Tang Du Mu's "Farewell"
3. Jun asked about the return date, and evening rain rose to the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain. Note on a rainy night to a friend in the north by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
4. preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm. The green woods were around the village, and the green hills lay outside the city. Open the window and face the valley vegetable garden, hand over the glass to chat about the crops. When the ninth festival comes, please come here to see the chrysanthemum. Tang Meng Haoran's
5. Going to Shihao Village at dusk, officials catch people at night. The old man walked over the wall and the old woman went out to watch. No matter how angry an official is, why should a woman cry? After listening to the woman's speech, three men guarded Yecheng. One man attached a book, and two men died in battle. Those who live and drag out an ignoble existence, the dead are long gone. There's no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson. There are grandmothers who have not gone, and there are no skirts in and out. Although the old woman is weak, please come back from the official night. It is better to prepare for the morning cooking if you are in a hurry to serve in the river and Yang. The night is long and silent, like crying and choking. Dawn will ascend to the future, leaving the old man alone. Du Fu's
6. The spring breeze leans against He Lv City, and the water country is cold and cloudy in spring. Drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence. Lonely sails on the sunset river, and the grass is green in Wan Li, Hunan. If the host asks every acquaintance, Qingpao has missed the Confucian scholars today. Tang Liu Changqing's Farewell to Yan Shiyuan
7. Chilling and sorrowful, the pavilion is late, and the shower begins to rest. There is no mood in all the accounts, and I miss the place and Lanzhou to urge me to send it. Holding hands looked at each other, tears in eyes, until finally there was no words, a thousand words choking on the throat can not say. Think of this return to the south, this journey is another way, thousands of miles, a stretch of misty, the Night Fog of the sky is a boundless. Song liuyong's
Yu Lin Ling
8. When a little residual red is about to run out. The screen is full of cool autumn air. It's raining in the middle of the night on the plane leaves, and the sound of the leaves is parting. Adjust the treasure, dial the gold. At that time, they sang partridge words together. Nowadays, it's windy and rainy, and I cry when I don't hear the song clearly. Song Zhou Zizhi's "partridge sky, when a little residual red is about to run out"
9. Affectionate but always heartless, you can't laugh until you feel dead. The desk candle sets the heart, it also eee parting; You see, it sheds tears for us to flow into the morning. Farewell II by Tang Du Mu
1. Nanpu is sad and sad, and the west wind is blowing in autumn. Look back at once, heart - broken, good to leave, do not look back. Tang Bai Juyi's Nanpu Bie