Lonely, sleepless, facing the residual light,
The moon passed silently through the cold pool.
It's late at night, and I know my sadness is heavy.
There is no broken bridge or willow.
Sadness of parting
Once together, it rains.
The oath of eternal love disappeared,
Life is like a dream and the wind.
Love is hard to find, but people are hard to stay.
Stay for a year sooner or later,
All of my heart was drunk and sad.
cold night
Cold leaves were covered with frost for no reason, and fallen leaves floated down and tapped on the wall.
Loneliness flies all over the path, turning into sadness and heartbreaking.
Fine willow leaves float on the continent, and people go upstairs alone.
The setting sun shines with thousands of tears, and the cold water is full of sorrow.
2. The parting thoughts of the ancients surrounded Sanqin by this wall through a layer of fog. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.
Spring flowers smell azaleas, autumn months see geese.
Affectionate separation from ancient times, more comparable, snubbing the clear autumn festival.
How many Penglai memories, looking back in vain, are fading.
The wind and water are rustling, and the strong men are gone forever.
You can't see you, leaving only hoofprint behind him.
Tall buildings look forward to dusk, and the plane leaves are raining.
Nobody cares about Hengyang goose.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.
3. What are the poems about parting? 1, for Li Bai.
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Qiu Lai is very concerned about him, but he is not ashamed of Ge Hong for cinnabar.
Drinking crazy songs for nothing, who is arrogant?
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When we leave in autumn, we look at each other and float around like a flying canopy. I am really ashamed that Ge Hong, an alchemist in the Western Jin Dynasty, did not seek immortality. Drinking and singing happily every day is a waste of time. Who is a hero like you for?
2, butterfly lovers, read the end of the world, the pain of parting
Qing Dynasty: Wang Guowei
After reading all the bitterness of leaving this world, there are still so many scattered flowers that do not return. Flowers have nothing to say, and the green window is spring. (All Left: All Mu)
I will tell you under the acacia lamp that I have new love and old hatred for Qian Qian. Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.
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Travel all over the world and see all the human feelings. Unexpectedly, when I returned to my hometown, my old friend had fallen like a flower. Recalling the parting with her at that time, I was relatively speechless, leaving only sadness and parting thoughts. Now, only the green window remains, but it is not the scenery at that time.
I want to tell acacia in detail under this firefly lamp. The new man is like jade, but to whom is the old man helpless? If I had known that all the good things in this world were not long-lasting, it would have been difficult to last. If the mirror is empty, where can I shine? Just like falling flowers, only empty branches make me lonely.
3, partridge snow mountain city jade refers to the cold
Song Dynasty: Liu Zhu
Snow shines on the mountain city, jade refers to the cold, and Qiang is in charge of the building. There are several plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea.
The stars are dotted and the moon is round. Go back to the river and get into the cups and plates. There are 3,000 romantic poems by Hanlin, and I sent them to Wu Ji with tears in my eyes.
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The snow covering the earth reflects the mountain city. In the ice and snow, the flute player upstairs feels cold, doesn't he? The sound of the Qiang flute you played is full of parting sadness, floating in the air. Plum blossoms in Jiangnan bloom and fall, and fall and bloom. How many times have they bloomed? I wander at the end of the world, and my temple is so gloomy.
Facing the shining stars and the bright full moon in the sky, I drank endlessly alone. Drinking, drinking, as if the milky way in the sky had flowed back into my cup. I, a bachelor of Hanlin, wrote 3,000 poems for my lovesickness, and I want to give them to your lover in the south, so that you can read them slowly and carefully with tears in your eyes!
4, Tasha trip, waiting for the museum to be banned.
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
When the museum is destroyed, the bridge is thin. The grass is warm and swaying. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water.
Inch by inch, my heart ached, and my eyes were full of tears. The height of the building is not near the dangerous fence. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and pedestrians are even outside.
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The plum blossoms in front of the guest house have withered, the new willows beside the stream bridge are hanging lightly, the spring breeze is stepping on the grass, and people are jumping and whipping. Going further and further, it is endless, just like an endless spring.
Every inch of my heart hurts, and I walk with tears. Don't climb the stairs, lean against the railing. At the end of the flat grassland is a heavy spring mountain, and pedestrians are still outside the mountain.
5, picking mulberry seeds, hating the king is not like the bottom of the river.
Song Dynasty: Lv Benzhong
I hate that you are not like the moon on the river. No matter people wander north and south, the moon is not separated from people.
Damn you, you are like the moon hanging high above the river, just perfect and gone, and I don't know when it will wait until the moon is round again.
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I hate that you are not like the bright moon hanging on the riverside building. No matter how people wander, the bright moon is always with people.
Hating you is like the bright moon hanging on the riverside building. It was perfect, and then it was gone. I don't know when the moon will be full again.
4. That ancient poem about parting sadness 1, now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question. (Tang Song Wen Zhi. Crossing the Han River)
Humayi is in the north wind and birds are flying in the south. (Han. Nineteen ancient poems. "Travel again")
3. Elegy can be a cry or a distant angelica. (Second Han Yuefu. Elegy)
4. I have been there, Liu Yiyi. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. ("The Book of Songs Xiaoya Cai Wei")
5, but the inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three chunhui! (Tang Mengjiao. Wandering sons)
6. When you passed my window, did the plum blossom have its first cold flower? . (Tang Wangwei. Three miscellaneous poems)
7. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. (Song. Li Qingzhao "Bodhisattva, the wind is soft, and it is still early spring")
8. A person who is a stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives on holidays. (Tang Wangwei. Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong)
Tonight, the moon is full of hope. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? (Tang Wangjian. "15 nights full moon send Du Langzhong")
10, everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like Laoshan. (Tang Sikong Tu. Five books)
5. With regard to the ancient poems, the original text of the Song Dynasty was cold and melancholy, Changting was late and the shower was early.
Doumenzhang, nostalgia, Lanzhou, not in the mood to drink. Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless and choked up.
Think about it, thousands of miles away, the twilight is boundless and the chutian is wide. Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is only the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the waning of the waning of the waning moon.
The past year [13] should be a good time and a good scenery in name only. There are various customs [14]. Who are you talking to? Note (1) This tune was originally a Tang tune.
According to legend, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty avoided An Lushan and went into Shu in disorder. It rained for several days, and the bell rang on the plank road. I wrote this song in memory of Yang Guifei, and later Liu Yong used it as a tune.
Also known as "the sound of rain slowly rings". Up and down, 103, rhymes.
This word is selected from Song Ci, and Rain Bell is also called Rain Bell. This word was written when he left the capital Bianjing (now Kaifeng, Henan Province) to express his inseparable feelings with his lover.
② Pavilion Evening: Facing the pavilion, it is in the evening. 3 showers: showers.
(4) Doumen Tent Drink: Set up a tent on the outskirts of Kyoto and hold a farewell party. Not in the mood; No mood, listless.
⑤ Nostalgia: One is "standing still". ⑥ Lanzhou: According to the Record of Different Stories, Luban once carved a magnolia tree into a boat.
Later used as a good name for ships. ⑦ SOB: I am so sad that I can't speak.
It's "moistening the throat" Go-and-go: Go forward one after another (farther and farther after breaking up).
9 Dusk: Clouds in the evening. Attending the application: it is "heavy" and profound.
⑾ Chutian: During the Warring States Period, Hunan, Hubei, Jiangsu and Zhejiang belonged to Chu State, and "Chutian" generally refers to the southern sky. ⑿ Clear Autumn Festival: bleak autumn.
[13] year: after one year or many years, this means year after year. 3. amorous feelings: affection (love between men and women).
After autumn, cicadas are so sad and urgent. Facing the pavilion, it was at night and a sudden rain had just stopped. Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start.
Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat. Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn. After a long time, (people who love each other are no longer together,) I estimate that even if there is good weather and good scenery, it will be the same as nothing.
Even if there is full affection, who will tell? .
6. Poems with parting worries (at least 20 poems) are constantly deleted, and the reasons are still confusing. It is the worry of parting, especially the general taste waiting for plum blossoms in my heart, the willows on the stream bridge are thin and the grass is swaying. The trouble of parting is getting farther and farther, and the distance is constantly like a teenager in spring. It's the easiest to complain, so don't hate it.
I remember each other deeply, but I don't remember each other. My heart is hard to talk about at this time. Leave sadness behind, no matter how wandering people are, they bear the yellow flower contract alone every year.
Several yards and curtains. Leave no one, only worry.
Now the flowers are getting old. No one arrived at Liu Xia.
What's the use of stacking eyebrows with sad parting? The first thing to do now. Where do you want to ask the Iraqis? A touch of sadness leads to parting. Hate is like spring grass. If you are far away, you will leave. Not much. Let's have a drink in the spring breeze. Ten years of rain in the rivers and lakes, lights alone the river floor, moonlight like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like a kind of acacia last year, and there are two kinds of leisure worries. A cloud of smoke, catkins flying all over the city, Huang Meiyu.
A few times I peeked at the books I sent, and I didn't hate them when I left my feelings. I want to be a mist, and I am always worried about clouds. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth. Worry is everywhere, the end of the world is endless, but it is in the eyebrows.
Jiao Bo's lovesick tears fell, and her face was red. Poor and thin, a spring willow, can't bear the east wind.
The night before, it's hard to part. Tomorrow morning, the shadows are shallow and the floc floats like water.
The lonely frost is gray and the clouds are dazzling. In the distance, the glass is shining, but it is happy.
Clear the shade of drunken flowers and pour the fragrance. Worrying about the weather makes it difficult for Le Shu.
Affectionate illness does not need medical treatment. More haggard, turn to thinking.
The wind moved the red tapestry and rolled up the painting curtain. Treasure is careless.
When do you freshen up at sunrise? Golden basin water, make fiber.
The bun on Yun Song's clothes faded obliquely. And lazy and thin stones.
Sadness is more about sharing. Winning for nothing makes you sick and tired.
Wild birds are chirping in the forest. Idle, the sunset will be dusk.
Lan Tang is quiet and silent. Think about the jade man, where to go.
Magpie has lost several times, which is groundless. Sadness is everywhere, and eyebrows gather.
The desolate side feels lonely. Always for the night, into a melancholy mood.
I'm too weak. I'm back. In spring, people always look at each other.
Flowers * * * swallow to fly. Plum drizzle.
Sadness has never been solved. Forgot to be in front of you.
Don't think about it. I just slept and dreamed about Iraq.
7. Parting Poems 1 However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor. Tang Wang Bo's Farewell to the Governor of Shu
If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic. It's sadness, especially the general taste in your heart. Meet Tang Huan Li Yu.
I have sorrow in my heart, the moon is in the sky, and I will go to Yelangxi with the wind. "I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Long Biao was sent here." Tang Libai
But I looked home, and the twilight was gathering? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. The Yellow Crane Tower, Hao
Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. "To Wang Lun" Don Li Bai
Lonely sails are far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. "Yellow Crane Tower Send Meng Haoran to Yangzhou" Tang Libai
Mochow has no confidant in front of her, and no one in the world knows you. "Don't move big" is of high quality.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. "Jingmen Ferry Farewell to Friends" Don Li Bai
9. How much sadness can you have? It's just a spring water flowing eastward.
10 Candles are considerate to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn. Farewell to Du Mu
165438+ Yue Ming people leaning against the building. Bai Juyi's Sauvignon Blanc
12 waved and looked grateful, but choked up. Liu Kun's "Fu Feng Ge"
13 The wind is rustling. I miss my son and worry about Shan Gui of Qu Yuan.
14 The waning moon has Zhang Mingliang's face, so don't cry at dawn. Talk a lot, still have feelings. Looking back, I still say: I remember the blue silk clothes and pity the grass everywhere! Niu Xiji's "Health Mistakes"
15 Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" is expected to be heartbroken every year, on a moonlit night.
16 in detail, it seems that it is not Huayang, but a little tear. Su Shi's poems, a poet who rhymes with water.
She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home. Meng Jiao's ode to a wanderer
18 solitary sail overlooks a blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. Li Bai's The Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.
8. Write parting poems. At least three poems are written about the sunset, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world.
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
There is moonlight in front of the window. Could it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Where is the township book? Geese, return to Luoyang.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
When * * * was cutting candles at the west window, it was raining late in the autumn pool.
Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress.
It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.
1. Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked up. I thought about it. Thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy.
I advise you to drink more wine, there is no reason to go out to the west.
3. Ancient turtle song (Meng Jiao)
Mountains and rivers, ancient and modern roads are endless.
Between heaven and earth, everyone has a parting.
If the clothes are not tied, stick them in the middle of the intestine first.
You don't have to look in the mirror to know that you have white hair.
If you want to pay attention to Chen, swallow it first.
Trouble fills the heart, if you say it.
The wilderness is wild and the wilderness wind is bleak.
People everywhere are not as good as the moon.
4. Say goodbye to ancient grievances (Meng Jiao)
In the bleak autumn season, a couple forced by life can't go to never say goodbye.
At the moment when he was driven later, he faced each other with tears in his eyes and wanted to say something to each other, but he cried before he opened his mouth.
There are thousands of words in my heart, but at this moment, I am too sad to say them.
Don't think that there is only a queen, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.
Step 5 fold the willow tree
Willow has many short branches, and many short branches leave.
The ceremony is far and tired, and the soft strips hang down.
Youth has certain festivals, but there is no time for parting.
But don't worry about people and don't complain about being late.
Mo Yan has short branches with Sauvignon Blanc in them.
Zhu Yan and Populus cathayensis are in the period of separation.
It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, but where are you drifting?
Affectionate since ancient times, it is more worthy of being left out in the cold!
In detail, it seems that it is not a flower, but a little tear.
9. What are the poems about parting?
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Zui Hua Yin Li Qingzhao
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower. The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years. Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
Jiangchengzi Su Dongpo
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears are expected to break every year at the heartbroken place, and the moonlight night is short.