A poem about a girl describing the past 1. A poem about the past
Huanxisha in Nalanxingde
Who reads the west wind alone? Rustling yellow leaves close the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the mountain.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
He Zhu's Partridge Sky
It is wrong to cross the gate. Why do you go to different places together? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, the white-headed mandarin duck lost her partner.
The original grass, the first dew, the old habitat new ridge. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?
Li Qingzhao's Dream.
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. When I am happy, I will go back to the boat at night and walk into the depths of the lotus. Fighting for crossing the river, fighting for crossing the river, created a beach of seagulls and herons.
Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix
Bare hands, rattan wine, spring willow in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A cup of sorrow, I haven't seen you for years. No, no, no.
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Momomo.
The Mermaid by Li Yu
When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, so my country could not bear to look back at the bright moon. The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Ouyang Xiu's "Complaints"
Roll a light cream on the curtain in the morning, and try plum makeup by hand. All fate has its own grievances, painting dragons in the mountains. Think of the past and cherish the lingering fragrance. Easily injured. Trying to get rid of the song before it is collected is the most heartbreaking thing.
2. What poems describe the past?
1. Where will you wake up after drinking tonight? There is a breeze on the bank of willow. -"Yu Linling, chilling and sad" Song Liu Yong
2. My hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and it will be another year tomorrow. -"Night Shift" Tang
3. The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? -"Home" Du Mu in Tang Dynasty
There is nothing to say when I go, but I just want to return to China as soon as possible. -"Letter from the Capital" Ming Yuankai
Gambling books are so fragrant, it was just ordinary at that time. -"Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha" Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty
1, Yulin Chills.
Author: Appreciation of Liu Yong's Song
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
2. "Working at night"
Author: Wang Chaogao
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
3. Du Mu's Home in Tang Dynasty
The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back?
* * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?
4. Letters from the capital
Author: Wang Chao Yuan
The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home.
There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
5. In the Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha, Reading the West Wind Alone"
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
3. Poetry about the past
1, ten years of sorrow and joy like a dream, clap your hands and exclaim, the past is like smoke. -Ye Mengde
2, the past has become empty, still like a dream. -Li Yu
3. In the past, the sales volume of * * * sank, and it declined in the early stage and later stage. -Yuan Zhen
4, the past without trace, in a hurry to gather and disperse. Today, I had a good time with several guests. —— Ouyang Xiu
5, the past is like a cloud, and 3,000 people are drunk. (The author is unknown)
Li Shangyin's Jinse
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.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Yan Dao Ji
Partridge, hand pick incense notes, in memory of filial piety.
I remember that Xiaolian was holding a fragrant note in her hand, and I wanted to pass on my resentment. When I go back to sleep alone at night, I will meet you in my dream.
Flowers are easy to fall, but the moon is hard to be round, so flowers and the moon should be like fate.
Shengchazi
Jin' anmei juvenile with faults
Jin 'an is a beautiful boy. He rides a green horse. He and Lou Yuren formed an indissoluble bond, embroidering on a chilly night in spring.
The news didn't come back, but pear flower died. There is no place to talk about lovesickness, but under the swing on my back.
Magnolia swing courtyard curtain sunset
Swing the courtyard to curtain the dusk, crayons are idle embroidery households. The wall is full of flowers, and the outside is green and sunny.
If you know where the clouds are, spring dreams will help you. Zi Ai knew the old road and hissed across the road on the east side of Huaqiao.
4. The more ancient poems describing girls, the better.
Like a waning moon season, lost conversations and fallen leaves are incomplete.
The world of mortals is ridiculous, infatuation is the most boring and supercilious. This life is not finished, but my heart is unwilling, I just want to be happy for half my life.
1. I thought this bird couldn't fly over the sea because it didn't have the courage to fly over the sea. Ten years later, I discovered that it wasn't the bird that couldn't fly across the sea, but the other side of the sea didn't wait ... 2. On the day you left, I decided not to shed tears, and I tried not to blink against the wind ... 4. I smoked a cigarette and wandered around the world ... 5. The wood said to the fire. The fire embraced the wood, and the wood smiled and turned to ashes! The fire cried! Tears put out themselves ... when wood falls in love with fire, it is doomed to be burned ... 6. Only when tears flow down, do you know that separation is another kind of understanding. 7. I really love you. I closed my eyes and thought I could forget, but the tears I shed didn't deceive me ... 9. Don't say love easily. The promise I made is the debt I owe! 1 1. The happiness on the face can be seen by others.
Who can feel the pain inside me? 13. Some people meet like meteors. In an instant, it produces an enviable spark, but it is destined to pass in a hurry. 14. Time will slowly precipitate, and some people will gradually blur in your heart. Learn to let go, your happiness needs to be realized by yourself.
16. Sometimes, it is for love that you quietly avoid it. What you avoid is the figure, but what you can't avoid is the silent feelings. 17. Love is precious only when it is divided, and many people don't know how to cherish it. Only when they lose it will they find it. In fact, the most familiar is the most precious. 18. Sometimes, love is also a kind of injury. Cruel people choose to hurt others, and kind people choose to hurt themselves. 20. Rain-soaked air, tired sadness, fairy tales in memory.
Loneliness is the eternal theme of love. I am alone with my shadow. It said it had something to say to me. It says it misses you very much. It turns out that my shadow and I are thinking about you. 24. A tragedy has just been staged on the other side of perfection. All the blood and tears gave birth to new buds in the withered thorns. It will experience seven thunderstorms, and then blossom in the humid air ... but I never remember that you never belonged to me ... 28. If you treat me as a kite, you can either let me go or take it home. Don't bind me with an invisible emotion, which makes my heart ache. 29. It's snowing outside the window. I make a cup of coffee and hold it cold. I know I think of you again. How can you understand my expectations! 3 1. Time is like a river. The left bank is an unforgettable memory, and the right bank is a youthful time worth grasping. Flowing quickly in the middle, it is a faint youth sadness.
There are many beautiful things in the world, but not many really belong to you. Watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, the honor and disgrace are not surprised. Looking up at the sky, I have no intention of staying, and I have no intention of staying.
In this tangled secular world, it is also a realm to learn to treat everything around you with a normal heart. 33. Look at the flowers in front of the court, don't be surprised by honor or disgrace, look at the clouds in the sky, and have no intention of staying.
In this chaotic secular world, it is also a realm to learn to treat everything around you with a normal heart. 35. The most regrettable thing in life is to give up what you shouldn't give up easily and stubbornly insist on what you shouldn't insist on ... 38. My heart is dead, my tears are dry, and I can't bear to look back. I woke up from my dream, and the past is like smoke, so I can't shake it. It's empty, and it's true. You also love and hate, and the leaves fall silently, hurting yourself. The only way is to search, cold and clear. Helpless, forbearing, forbearing; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. 39. Nothing in the world is eternal.
If it flows, it flows away; If it exists, it will dry up; If it grows, it will wither slowly. 4 1. If you are unhappy, if you are unhappy, then let go; If you can't let go, it will be painful.
42. Life is only a few decades. Don't leave any regrets for yourself. Smile happily. Cry if you want, and love when you should. There is no point in suppressing yourself. There are two kinds of anguish in life, one is that the desire is not satisfied, and the other is that the desire is satisfied.
45. A person thinks about things and wants to find someone to accompany him. A person loses himself.
I don't know what to chase. 46. The world is so imperfect.
What you want, you have to lose. 48. I put down my dignity, personality and stubbornness just because I can't let you go.
49. If you are in love, don't miss the opportunity easily. Reckless, may make you regret for a while; Cowardice may make you regret it all your life.
Poetry is early and beautiful, and the trees are cold and colorless, and the southern branches are alone. Where the fragrance smells flowing water, the shadow falls on the savage.
On the third day, Ding Maoxin was writing very happily, and Li Rihua's tan mouth smiled from ear to ear and blew with joy. The drinker was so excited that poetry fell from the sky.
The inscribed poems are very clear. Pu has nothing to do with it. She must go back to Mei. The snow is deep and the spring is shallow, and it is half home.
After the snow in the mountains, it is clear that Zheng Xie opens the door in the morning. It's full of snow, with pale eyes and cold sun. There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness.
Draw Mei Qing, Jin Nong and Lao Mei. The older you get, the older your spirit is. If there are people in the hydropower tower. It's very cold and full, if I know that Mingyue is my predecessor.
Xiao Yun was dismissed by Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. Snow falls behind, falling lightly in the green, Huaxi is cold, put on spring clothes. Looking for spring across the south bank of the bridge, walking around plum blossoms and bringing back the bright moon.
Title Plum Blossoms Wang Qing Shen Shi planted one or two rows of plum blossoms in the yard, and the paintings were hollow and sparsely clothed. The snow and ice melt, the moonlight adds white, and the east wind smells sweet one day.
The early Mei Qing Ningdiaoyuan Pill was full of color and shame, and saw the spirit from the end. Deep in the western hills, under the pale cliff, you don't need to borrow springs when you count.
The strange fragrance of Kumeiqing Wuqi touched Duan Lin, and it has been booming for a hundred years. Try your best to clean up the essence, leaving only bones for others to see.
Inscription Li's plum blossom did not sprout on this day. It was a painter named Zhuan Gankun. The spring breeze at the bottom of the pen is endless, and it will bloom forever.
Meiyue's wife can withstand the ice and snow on the ground, and the flowers on her head are fragrant. The breeze has its own fairy bones, so Leng Yan might as well go to Yutang.
And my wife, Mei Qing, Yu Yue's yard is dust-free and frosty at night, so it's not easy to smell. Dream of Luofu on a cold night is better than the east slope of Tang Xue.
Exploring Yuan's tomb in the rain, exploring Mei in the rain is still alive, and the stone shovel is sonorous. Clouds appear at first sight, and Songtao Rock slides.
Rhyme should be in the meditation couch, and you love the garden. Looking at the vast Xiang Xue, my mountain is a good title.
Luo, Lu Ran, Feng He.
5. What are the poems about recalling the past?
1, "Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha" Qing: Nalanxingde.
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
The autumn wind blows cold, who misses that lonely feeling? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past. Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want.
2. Song Xueli Dynasty in Qingping Music Year: Li Qingzhao
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I often indulged in the enthusiasm of plums. Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes.
I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I was often addicted to the interest in plum blossom. Later, although Mei Zhi had it, she was not in a good mood to enjoy it. She just wiped it casually, but tears flowed all over her clothes.
When the plum blossom bloomed again this year, I lived alone in a very remote place, and my short and thin hair in my ears had turned gray. Looking at the blooming plum blossom blowing in the wind that night, it is probably hard to see its splendor.
3. Upper Ruzhou County Tower/Upper Ruzhou Tower
Tang Dynasty: Li Yi
At dusk, drums are like a border state. I went to this building thirty years ago.
Today, the mountain city is sad not only for autumn, but also for tears.
Climbing the Ruzhou Tower, I watched the dim dusk scenery in front of me, as if I were in a frontier fortress, and the familiar drums sounded in my ears. It was thirty years ago that I first climbed the tower.
I think that the war has not been extinguished and the country is devastated; Full of melancholy is not only because of this bleak autumn!
4. Song Shenyuan's Two Poems: Lu You
On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the non-pool platform in the garden is revived.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
The horn painting on the wall seems to be wailing, and Shen Garden is no longer the original pool pavilion.
The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful shadow floating here like a rainbow.
It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to talk about.
I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.
5. Brother Deng Yexiao of Linjiang County recalled his old tour in Luo Zhong.
Song: Chen
I remember drinking on the bridge at noon yesterday, and most of the people sitting inside were Hao Ying. Long ditch Ryutsuki was silent. In the thin shadow of apricot flowers, I played the flute until dawn.
It has been like a dream for more than twenty years, although I am shocked. Go to the pavilion to see the new sunshine. How many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third.
I remember drinking in Wuqiao, and everyone present was a hero. Moonlight reflected on the river, quietly passed away with the water, and in the faint shadow of apricot flowers, bamboo flutes blew until dawn.
Twenty years seems like a spring dream. Although I am here, I look back with trepidation. Bored, I boarded the attic to watch the new rain. Throughout the ages, many historical stories have made fishermen sing in the middle of the night.
Step 6 write poems about the past
Tchaikovsky's music is full of the past,
(of a writing style) like floating clouds and flowing water—natural and smooth
Beautiful and gentle.
The legend of Swan Lake moved me and made me look forward to it.
Tears are my uncontrollable arms.
You spin on the stage,
Your eyes are staring at me.
The curtains were drawn and the lanterns went out.
There was a commotion in the audience,
The flood flooded into the empty hall.
My sky began to be quiet and galloping.
Quiet is the bright moon and stars outside the window.
Galloping is our figure in the wild and the idea of returning to our dreams.
The past is the source of the past.
I can block the past, but I can't imprison it.
I daydream in the sunshine of real life.
You are still singing a farewell song in a distant city.
Your sorrow can't hide your vicissitudes.
My vicissitudes can't bury my sadness.
I long to go back in time,
Watch you stand on tiptoe and dance ballet.
You put the red rock in the sunset glow,
Wandering quietly outside my window.