2. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it frosted already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and when I sank back again, I suddenly thought of home-Tang Libai >;
3. I wish people a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful-Su Song Shi >
4. I think that the bottom of the river is blurred and the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who watch the moon together? -Don Zhao Xian >
5. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like the old mountain-Tang Sikongtu >
6. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it-Song Liqingzhao >
7. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi >
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! It's Mei. When you passed my silk window, Han Mei was in full bloom-Don Wang Wei >
9. Candles are thoughtful and farewell, crying for others until dawn-Don Mutu >
10, hate is like spring grass, farther and more alive-Nantang. Li Yu >
1 1, I woke up, and the low moonlight on the rafters seemed to be your face, still floating in the air.
12, if there is no north-south road outside the door, the world should avoid parting with sorrow-Don Mutu >
13, warm soup is enough for me, paper-cutting is my soul.
14. Go to the flowers to say goodbye to you. Today, the flowers are blooming-Don Wei Wu Ying >
15, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change. -Tang He Zhangzhi >
16, Peach Blossom Lake is deeper than thousands of feet, and it is not as good as Wang Lun's love-Li Bai >
17, a glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, and ten lights in the night rain in the rivers and lakes-Huang Song listens to the sword >
18, there is only Jinghu in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhangzhi >
19, I have sorrow in my heart. When the moon is bright, I will always follow you until Yelangxi.
20. I've known her for a long time, and we've been apart for a long time. The east wind rises and flowers fall-Tang Shangyin >
2 1, the day of parting is far away, and the day of clothing is slow-Han. >
2. A poem, written about the messenger who went to the capital thinking of the ancients or friends.
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
I heard that Wang Changling left and moved to Longbiaoyao to deliver this.
Huayang fell to the ground and cried, smelling the dragon marks of Wuxi.
My heart is full of sorrow, and the moon is full of sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi.
Farewell through Jingmen
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Send Yuwen satrap to Xuanzhou City.
Stay away from the fog and Shan Ye, and enjoy yourself on the boat. The cymbals blow the Xijiang River, and the autumn sky is quiet. Far away from the ancient city, the moon is bright and cold. When the game is going on, it will honor the pavilion god and solve the teacher network again. Where to send acacia, the south wind blows five liang.
Stay away from Qiu Wei.
White clouds outside the saddle, lingering out of the front mountain. Today and tomorrow, I know my heart is not idle.
I want to give it to my ancestors, and I want to give it back when the warbler flowers. Looking back step by step, we are slowly approaching the customs.
3. What 1 and "Li Bais Tomb" express "mourning for the dead"?
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
On this side of the quarry, there are endless weeds around the cemetery, and white clouds are far away.
Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems.
As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is not good, and the poet is poor and frustrated, nothing is better than Li Jun.
Translation:
By the quarrying river, endless weeds surround the cemetery, away from the white clouds. Sadly, the bones in this grave have written earth-shattering poems. As long as they are poets, most of them have bad fate. Poets are poor and frustrated, and no one has surpassed Li Jun.
2. Dream of the 20th day of the first month of Jiang.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. 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.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Translation:
They have been dead for a lifetime, ten years apart, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.
3. plum blossom in Xijiang River
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Jade bone's melancholy fog has its own fairy wind. When the sea fairy sent out to explore the fragrant bush. Hang the green hair upside down.
Plain face turns pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup. The high spirits disappeared without a trace. Don't dream with pear flowers.
Translation:
Jade Qing, Bingqing's character is natural. Where will you pay attention to those fogs? It has its own immortal demeanor. Sea gods send people to visit fragrant flowers from time to time, and the phoenix decorated with green feathers hangs upside down.
Its plain face is painted with lead powder and it is afraid of getting dirty. Even if the makeup is washed away by rain and snow, it will not fade the red color like red lips. Noble sentiment follows the sky of Xiaoyun, and you wouldn't expect to have the same dream as pear flower.
4. "Linjiang Xian, send the king"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
I have forgotten Chengdu for more than ten years, but I have to think twice because of your arrival. Farewell today, please bring my sad tears back to my hometown and sprinkle them on the river. I don't know whether my hometown is good or not. I have been wandering for a long time, and I am not in my daily life, lonely and indifferent.
The sadness and melancholy there, you won't know, is already my Aika, no longer too sad. Today's host gave you a farewell dinner, I hope you like it. My body seems to have been displaced like others. Where can it be my hometown?
Translation:
I have forgotten Chengdu for more than ten years, but I have to miss it again and again because of your arrival. Today's farewell, please bring my sad tears back to my hometown and sprinkle them on the river. I don't know the beauty of my hometown I have been wandering for a long time, and I am a lonely guest at the end of the world.
You won't know where the sadness is, and my broken heart won't be too sad anymore. Today, I warmly hold a farewell banquet for you. I hope you like it. My body is like a shed. Where can be my hometown?
5. Pay tribute to Xue Tai
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Half-dead, the phoenix tree is old and sick, and it hurts to think about it.
I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, and it was cold in the month, and no one was there.
Translation:
On one side is the dying plane tree, and on the other side is the body that has been ill for a long time. Whenever I think of going to the grave after death, I feel sad. In the evening, I took my young son back to my hometown, and I didn't see anyone in the empty house in the cold moonlight.
4. Ask for a poem in memory of a friend. Water tune song head stone.
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine.
I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight?
I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.
It's too cold up there.
Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs.
This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Ci Jiang cheng zi Su Song Shi
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. [ 1]
Even if we don't know each other when we meet,
Face covered with dust, temples like frost.
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
It is expected that the heartbreak will break every year.
Moonlight night, short matsuoka.
Quail day
Fertilizer and water keep flowing to the east. I didn't plant acacia at the beginning. The meeting in the dream is always unclear, and we can't catch up to see a clearer portrait, and this kind of wet dream is often helpless and will be startled by the sound of the mountain bird.
Spring is not green, silk comes first, and it lasts for a long time without sadness. I don't know who made me miss that evening, that happy reunion night. Only you and I can understand this feeling.
Bamboo dock is clean and tidy.
Acacia is separated from the city.
Autumn cloudy frost flies late.
Leave the residual lotus to listen to the rain.
-Li Shangyin
Guazhou boarding
Wang Anshi
A water room in Guazhou, Jingkou,
Zhongshan is separated by only a few mountains.
The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green,
When will the bright moon shine on me?
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
white rabbit
Look east, look west.
Clothes are not as good as new ones.
People are not as good as the old ones.
There is no news from my old friend Wan Li.
And then put forward to let Jiangtou flood.
Jiangchengzi
Su Shi
On the twentieth night of my first month in Mao Yi, I remembered my dream.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
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
It is expected that the annual heartbroken place: moonlit night, short pine hill.
Yuan Zhen's Five Poems from Thinking (One into Six)
In the mirror of self-love makeup, the ring is covered with green silk.
Soon, a swallow was shot in the fat cheek, and a red Su Xuan was about to melt.
The mountain spring flows around the steps, and thousands of trees and peach blossoms reflect the small building.
I turned the book lazily, got up lazily, and combed my hair through the crystal curtain.
Red roses promote the new era, and the gauze is delicate and dusty.
Don't think the material of the cloth is too weak yet. Silk and weft are the best.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. (famous sentence)
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
At that time, a hundred flowers were blooming, and I just picked a white flower for you, a woman with white skin.
Now I stand quietly like two or three trees, and there is only one poor green leaf to spend the late spring with me.
5. Poem of Missing Friends: Li Bai's Dream Author: Du Fu When death is the cause of parting, there will be sobs, but life has left again and again. You didn't bring me any signs of exile in the poisonous humidity of the southern river. Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you. I doubt it's really you, venturing a long way. You came to me through the green forest, and you disappeared in front of a dark castle. However, how can you raise your wings and use them from the middle net of your net? ? I woke up, and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air. There is water to pass through. They are wild. If you fall, there will be dragons and monsters in the river! Clouds are floating in the sky, but old friends have gone for a long time. I see you in my dreams every night, and you know what you mean to me. Then, you suddenly stood up to leave, telling me the dangers of adventure: in rivers and lakes-storms, shipwrecks, fears carried on boats. When he went out, he scratched his head with white hair and regretted that he had failed his life. Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely, helpless and poor! Who said that Skynet is long, but it is not leaking? Although you are old, even if you have a good name handed down from generation to generation, it is difficult to make up for your sad loss. It is almost difficult to meet friends like Wei Ba, Chu Shi and Du Fu. As for the stars in "Dawn and Dusk" and the candlelight of then tonight, it is a rare event. Two men who were young not long ago are now gray at the temples. It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad. We didn't expect that it would be twenty years before I could come to see you again. You were unmarried when I left, but now these boys and girls are in a row. They were very kind to their father's old friends. They asked me where I went during the trip. Then, when we talked for a while, they brought me wine and dishes. Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way. My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups. But what kind of ten glasses of wine can make me so drunk, because your love is always in my heart. . The mountains will separate us tomorrow. Who can say for sure after tomorrow? . Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. To Wang Lun Author: Traveling by boat for nothing, suddenly listening to songs on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. Farewell. One of them, Du Muping, curled up more than thirteen times, and Cardamom was crowned in early February. In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.
Remember to adopt
6. Poems commemorating the early death of friends
1, "Crying Li Shangyin, Part I" Don Cui Jue
The word "Ji Cheng Xing Lang" means "mountain", and it is appropriate to go back to Gaorang with a sigh.
The branches and leaves of the Ci forest are exhausted in three spring, and learning the sea is dry overnight.
The wind and rain blew out the candle, and the name grew between the teeth.
You should just climb the tree outside the object and walk to the altar in your dress.
2, "Crying Li Shangyin II" Don Cui Jue
Empty negative lingyun talents, life never open-minded.
Birds crow and flowers fall, bamboo withers and tung withers and phoenix doesn't come.
A good horse is full of sadness because it has no owner.
Jiuquan does not sigh, sending satellites into the night station.
3, "Li Bais Tomb" Tang Bai Juyi
On this side of the quarry, there are endless weeds around the cemetery, and white clouds are far away.
Sadly, the bones in the depths of the cave once wrote earth-shattering poems.
As long as he is a poet, most of his fate is not good, and the poet is poor and frustrated, nothing is better than Li Jun.
4. Tomb of Wang Yuee Yuan Zhao Mengfu
The grassland is desolate, only autumn grass and stone animals.
Officials in Nandu look down on the state capital, but the people in the Central Plains are still looking forward to Wang Shi's banner.
When a hero is killed, it is too late to regret, and the world is doomed.
Don't sing this poem to the West Lake. I can't sing it.
5, "Dream Micro" Tang Bai Juyi
Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.
Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.
Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?
7. I miss a friend's poem, which is 1. There should be no hate. When you meet your husband in the flowers, it will be round when you grow up to say goodbye. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and when I sank back again, I suddenly thought of home-Tang Libai >; 3. I wish people a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful-Shi > 4. When a person is at the bottom of the river, he vaguely thinks that the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who watch the moon together? -Don Zhao Xian > 5. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like the old mountain-Don Sikong Tu > 6. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it-Song Liqingzhao > 7. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi > 8. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! It's plum blossom. When you passed my silk window, Han Mei was in full bloom. Candles bid farewell thoughtfully, and cry for others until dawn-Don Mutu > 10, and hate is like spring grass, and it is born further away-South Tang. I woke up, and the low moonlight on the beams seemed to be your face, still floating in the air.
12, if there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid parting with sadness-Don Mutu > 13, warm soup is enough for me, paper-cutting is my soul. 14. Go to the flowers to say goodbye to you. Flowers bloom today-Tang Wei Wuying > 15, teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. -Tang He Zhang Zhi > 16, the Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, and it is not as good as Wang Lun's affection-Li Bai > 17, a glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, ten lights in the night rain in the rivers and lakes-yellow pine listening to the sword > 18, only in front of the mirror lake, the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhang Zhi.
20. Time was long before I met her, but it was much longer after we parted, when the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed-Tang Li Shangyin > 2 1, the day of parting was far away, and the day of clothing was slow-Han. > .
8. There should be no such poems in memory of friends. This is an ancient poem by China.
It was after Ji Kang was killed by Sima Group that when his good friend Xiang built a road through Ji Kang's former residence, he heard someone playing the flute and wrote "Thinking of the Old".
Thinking about Lao fu
Thinking of Lao Fu, I ordered Xiang embroidery.
Yu is closely related to Ji Kanghe, and his talent is not unruly. And Ji Zhiyuan is sparse, Lu Shu, and Shu Shu. Later, he looked at the law in his own way. Gilbert's comprehensive skills are especially wonderful in silk and bamboo. Speaking of life, watching the shadow of the sun and playing the piano. I will go to the west after I die, and I will pass by my old house. It was thin and gloomy, frozen and bleak. There is a flute player in the neighborhood, and his pronunciation is very bright. Recalling the past feast, sighing and pretending to give clouds.
I will adapt my life to the distance from Beijing, but I will turn to the north. Rowing for the Yellow River, passing through Yang Shan's former residence. Looking forward to the depression in the wilderness, I will rest in the corner of the city. The body of Jian's second son passed through the empty alley. Sighing "Mi Li" and regretting Zhou Xi, lamenting "Maixiu" in Yin Ruins. Only the past, I cherish the present, wandering in my heart. Dong Yu survived, but he was ruined, and his shape was gone! Yesterday, Li Sizhi lamented the yellow dog and sang for a long time. Mourn the eternal death and play the piano regardless of the shadow of the sun. Consignment meets understanding, which makes my life in the shadow. Listen to the generous whistle, and the wonderful sound will be discovered again. Stop driving, say it will be a big step, and I will help John write my heart!
I don't know if I understand it wrong or you remember it wrong. I know that. If it doesn't help.
be sorry