Poetry about waiting hard 1. Poetry about waiting.
1, Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
A thin layer of frost shone like a small mirror on my cold cushion.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds. Above, I saw the blue and deep sky.
Below, I saw the green and agitation of the water. The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them,
Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night.
I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu.
This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan.
I miss you in a distant place, outside the blue sky,
It used to be an eye, but now it's a fountain of tears.
If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!
There are many versions of "The Life of a Husband", all of which express sadness and yearning for her husband's return.
3. Li Yu's Sauvignon Blanc
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There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild.
Outside the curtain, there are three banana nests.
The night is long and helpless!
I expressed my memory of my dead wife. I waited for my wife to pick me up all night, but my wife never came back and could never be together again.
4 Langtaosha
Outside the curtain, the rain is gurgling, spring is fading, and Luo Can can't stand the cold. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day. Don't fight alone! It's easier to see when it's not. . .
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2. Poems begging women to wait for their sweetheart to come back.
1. Operator.
Song Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen?
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
I live at the source of the Yangtze River and Jun lives at the end of the Yangtze River. I think about you every day but I will never see you, but I drink the water from the Yangtze River. When will this river stop flowing like this? When will this hatred stop? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and I will never let you down.
2. "Brother Cai"
-The Book of Songs
I haven't seen you for a day, like March!
He chooses Xiao Xi, but he doesn't see you for a day, like Sanqiu Xi!
I haven't seen you all day, as if I were only three years old!
Translation: The guy who picked kudzu. I haven't seen him for a day. It seems like three whole months. People who pick mugwort. A day without him is like three autumns. The guy who picks Ai. I haven't seen him for a day, it seems like three years.
3. People in Philip Burkart
Song Yan Dao Ji
Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers. Flying clouds pass by, and no letter returns to the flood. Where can I send books?
Tears are endless, so I spin ink on the inkstone. I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless.
Red leaves and chrysanthemums are the artistic conception of late autumn, and people in boudoir can't help but miss travelers thousands of miles away. Looking at the clouds all over the sky, I can't see the wandering information brought by geese. My mind is full of ideas and I want to send a letter. How do I know where to send them? Tears flowed, facing the window, a drop of water poured down, and on the inkstone, the spilled tears immediately ground into parting ink. Dipped in the ink worn by tears, I carefully wrote down my thoughts since I left, written in the depths, and tears soaked the pink of the stationery.
4. The idea of spring
Tang Libai
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green.
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?
The grass in Yan Di is as green as Beth, and the mulberry trees in Qin are also green. When you are homesick and looking forward to your return, you have long been missed and worried. Spring breeze, you and I are strangers. Why did you blow into my account to cause my anxiety?
5. Red beans
Don
Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Red bean trees grow in the south. Spring is coming, how many new branches will it grow? I hope you can pick more red beans, which will arouse people's thoughts most.
3. Poems about "Waiting"
Wait for me. Author: simonov, wait for me-I'll be back.
I just want you to wait hard until the gloomy rain evokes your sadness, until it snows heavily, until the heat is unbearable, until others no longer expect their loved ones, and all the past is forgotten. By the time there was no letter from home in that distant hometown, the people waiting together were disheartened-they were all tired.
Wait for me-I'll be back, don't bless those people: they keep saying-forget it, it's no use waiting! Even if my beloved son and loving mother think I am dead, even if my friends are tired of waiting, sitting around the fire, sipping bitter wine and recommending the dead ... you must wait! Don't pay attention to them, hold the wine lamp. Wait for me-I'll be back: Death is defeated by me again and again! Let those who didn't wait for me say I'm lucky-surprise! People who haven't waited won't understand-thanks to your waiting, you saved me from death on the battlefield of war.
Only you and I can understand how I survived-just because you are different from others, you can wait hard.