1. Ancient poems about thanking your lover
Ancient poems about thanking your lover 1. What are the poems that express "thank you to your wife"
1. Jiang Chengzi ·Dreams on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Translation: Two people have been separated from each other for ten years. They miss each other but are at a loss and cannot see each other. I don’t want to let myself miss it, but I can’t forget it. My wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her the desolation and sadness in my heart. Even if we meet, we probably won't know each other, because I am running around, my face is covered with dust, and my temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, and saw my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in front of the small window. The two looked at each other, not knowing where to start from a thousand words, and could only shed a thousand lines of tears in relative silence. I expected that the graveyard with the small pine trees shining under the bright moon was the place where I missed my wife with heartache every year.
2. Huanxisha·Who misses the west wind and is cool alone
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Who misses the west wind and is cool alone, the rustling yellow leaves close the windows, Meditate on the past and set the setting sun.
Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea splash away. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
Translation: The autumn wind blows coldly, who misses the feeling of loneliness? Watching the flying yellow leaves covering the sparse windows, standing under the setting sun, recalling the past is vague.
Taking a nap after drinking, the spring is blooming, gambling in the boudoir, the clothes are full of tea fragrance, the ordinary things in the past can no longer be fulfilled.
3. Picking mulberry seeds, it was wrong at the time
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Now I know that I was wrong at the time, and I feel miserable. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong.
Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy period. Farewell like this, the pear blossoms have fallen and the moon turns to the west.
Translation: Only now do I realize that I was wrong at that time. My heart was desolate and confused. Tears fell silently. All I saw was the spring breeze, but things were different from before.
Later I realized that there was no way around it, so I reluctantly said that we would meet again later. When we parted like this, the pear blossoms had fallen and the moon was already in the west of the sky.
4. Four of the Five Poems of Lisi
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
Once upon a time, it was difficult to find water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Take the flower bush to look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Translation: Once you have been to the sea, you don’t care about the water elsewhere; except for Wushan, you don’t call the clouds anywhere else clouds.
I walked through the flowers in a hurry, not bothering to look back. The reason for this is partly because of the asceticism of the monks, and partly because of the you I once had.
5. Die Lianhua·Hard work makes the most pity for the moon in the sky
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Hard work makes the most pity for the moon in the sky. The past is like a ring, and the past is like a ring. In the past, the capital became Jue. If the moon is always bright and clear, the ice and snow will keep you warm.
No matter how easy it is to cut off the fate, the swallow remains the same, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After singing, the sorrow of autumn graves has not stopped, and the spring bushes recognize the two-dwelling butterflies.
Translation: The hardest and most pitiable thing is the bright moon in the sky. It is full like a jade ring only one night in January, and is like an incomplete jade ring at other times. If I could be as bright as the moon wheel all my life, I would give up my own coolness like ice and snow to heat you.
What is helpless is that people's mortal relationship is easy to end, but the swallow is still like that, stepping lightly on the curtain hook. In autumn, facing your tomb, I sang a song, but my sadness did not diminish at all. How I wish I could play with you in the grass like two butterflies flying together in spring.
2. Find a poem that expresses gratitude to your wife
"Thoughts of Removal"
Yuan Zhen
Once upon a time, it was difficult to overcome the sea, except for Wushan Not a cloud.
Take the flower bush to look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. ”
After experiencing the majestic waves of the sea, you will no longer be attracted by the water elsewhere. Once you have been intoxicated by the dream of the clouds in Wushan, the scenery elsewhere will not be called clouds and rain. Although you are often among the flowers Walking through it, I have no intention of admiring the flowers, partly because I have already practiced Taoism, and partly because I only have you in my heart... A further explanation of this song is to be obsessed with the sea of ??your love, and intoxicated with your dreams. Here, I will no longer be interested in other women. No one can love you as much as you. You are the best. No one can replace you after you leave. No matter how beautiful other women are, I have no intention of loving you, because in my heart There is only one you...
Yuan Zhen's beloved wife's name was Wei, whose courtesy name was Huicong. She was four years younger than Yuan Zhen. She married Yuan Zhen when she was twenty. Unfortunately, Yuan Zhen died when she was twenty-seven. Zhen is probably the poet who wrote the most poems to his wife in ancient times. Many of his poems are involuntarily influenced by his wife. It is conceivable that Yuan Zhen missed his wife for the rest of his life. There are many poems in memory of my wife, but there are more than thirty poems that can still be seen.
In addition to this one, there are also "Three Poems of Condemnation of Sadness", "Eight Poems of Reminiscing in the Spring of Six Years", "Five Poems of Miscellaneous Memories", etc. It can be said that all of them are deeply touching. From these poems, we can imagine Wei Cong as a virtuous and beautiful woman, and we can also know that Yuan Zhen is an infatuated and grateful man.
"Late Rain in the Night" by Li Shangyin
When you asked about the return date, the night rain in Bashan filled the autumn pond.
Why should I cut the candle from the west window? But it’s raining at night in Bashan.
You must be thinking of me at this time. Maybe you are worried about me and ask me when can I come back? I am blocked by the continuous autumn rain and stranded in this remote Bashan area, and I don’t know when I will be able to return to you. When I sit with you again late at night under the west window and cut candles, I will definitely tell you how much I miss you at this moment...
"***cut the west window "Candle" expresses the intimacy and love between husband and wife. This is a poem about missing my wife. Li Shangyin and his wife Wang were deeply in love with each other, but unfortunately, his wife passed away less than 12 years after they got married. Li Shangyin was unsuccessful in his official career and wandered around, spending less time with his wife and more time away from him. The last sentence of Li Shangyin's mourning poem for his wife, "Brother Wang and the Wei members visit each other to meet foreign ministers
I will mourn for him while I have a sip, and I will not go away because the death day is approaching". "The West Wind Night is Long" is very touching. Many years later, Li Shangyin returned to the old house that broke his heart and wrote the poem "Chong Rang House in the First Month of the First Month". The last line of it is "The light behind the lamp alone illuminates the lingering fragrance, and I still feel like singing." "Get Up at Night" is even more touching. "Get up at night" is the name of a Yuefu song, which is a wife's words to miss her husband. He did not say that he wanted his wife to die, but said that her deceased wife was thinking of him, which was even more touching...
3. What are the poems that express "Thank you to my wife"
1. Jiang Chengzi ·Dreams recorded on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao from the Song Dynasty: Su Shi’s ten years of life and death were so vast that he could never forget them without thinking about them.
A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, there is no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine trees. Translation: Two people have been separated from each other for ten years. They miss each other but are at a loss and cannot see each other.
I don’t want to let myself miss it, but I can’t forget it. My wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her the desolation and sadness in my heart.
Even if we meet, we probably won’t know each other, because I am running around, my face is covered with dust, and my temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, and saw my wife dressing up in the mirror in front of the small window.
The two looked at each other, not knowing where to start from a thousand words, and could only shed a thousand lines of tears in relative silence. I expected that the graveyard with the small pine trees shining under the bright moon was the place where I missed my wife with heartache every year.
2. Huanxisha·Who misses the west wind and is cool alone? Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde Who misses the west wind and is cool alone, the rustling yellow leaves close the window, meditating on the past and setting the sun. Don't be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
Translation: The autumn wind blows coldly, who misses the feeling of loneliness? Watching the flying yellow leaves covering the sparse windows, standing under the setting sun, recalling the past is vague. Taking a nap after drinking, the beautiful spring weather is blooming, gambling games are played in the boudoir, the clothes are filled with the fragrance of tea, the ordinary things in the past can no longer be fulfilled.
3. Picking mulberry seeds was wrong at the time. Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde Now I know that I was wrong at the time, and I feel miserable. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong.
Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy period. Farewell like this, the pear blossoms have fallen and the moon turns to the west.
Translation: Only now do I realize that I was wrong at that time. My heart was desolate and confused, and tears fell silently. All I saw was the spring breeze, but things were different from before. Later I realized that there was no way around it, so I reluctantly said that we would meet again later. When we parted like this, the pear blossoms had all fallen and the moon was already in the west of the sky.
4. Four of the Five Poems of Li Si Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen Once upon a time, it was difficult to find water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Translation: Once you have been to the sea, you will not care about the water elsewhere; except for Wushan, you will not call the clouds elsewhere clouds. I walked through the flowers in a hurry, not bothering to look back. The reason for this is partly because of the asceticism of the monks, and partly because of the you I once had.
5. Die Lianhua · Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky. Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky. The past is like a ring, and the past is like a jue. If the moon is always bright and clear, the ice and snow will keep you warm.
No matter how easy it is to cut off the fate, the swallow remains the same, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After singing, the sorrow of autumn graves has not stopped, and the spring bushes recognize the two-dwelling butterflies.
Translation: The hardest and most pitiable thing is the bright moon in the sky. It is full like a jade ring only one night in January, and is like an incomplete jade ring at other times. If I could be as bright as the moon wheel all my life, I would give up my own coolness like ice and snow to heat you.
What is helpless is that people's mortal relationships are easy to end, but the swallow is still like that, lightly stepping on the curtain hook. In autumn, facing your tomb, I sang a song, but my sadness did not diminish at all.
How I wish I could play in the grass with you like two butterflies flying together in spring.
4. Ancient poems about missing your lover
1. Die Lianhua·Farewell to Li Gongze in Late Spring
The author is Su Shi, Song Dynasty
There is no wind and flowers are flowing freely. In the lonely garden, old willows and cherries pass by. The setting sun is sentimental and I still sit there. The mountains are green and the clouds are breaking.
At the end of the road, the river turns back thousands of times. Xianyan fishing village, the moon is dark and the lights are alone. Rely on the flying soul to attract Chu. I miss you, you miss me.
Translation
The rustling sound of falling flowers was not blown by the wind, but fell to the ground leisurely by itself. In the lonely garden, the flowers and trees are flourishing and withered. The seemingly affectionate setting sun shines on the guests, and the towering green mountains seem to pierce the horizontal clouds.
The sender has reached the "end of the road" on the shore; the traveler in the boat finds that the rudder has turned. Tonight, I stayed awake all night in a deserted fishing village, facing a solitary lamp, accompanied only by the dark moon. I summoned my departed friends just like Qu Yuan was summoned in "The Songs of Chu: Calling the Soul". When I miss you, you are also missing me.
2. Butterfly Loves Flowers
Author Yan Shu, Dynasty Song Dynasty
The chrysanthemums on the threshold are sad and the orchid weeps with dew. The curtain is slightly cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred. The slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn.
Last night the west wind withered the green trees. Climb a tall building alone and look out to the end of the world. I would like to send colored paper and ruler. The mountains are long and the rivers are vast.
Translation
In the early morning, the chrysanthemums outside the railing are shrouded in a layer of sad smoke, and the dew on the orchids seems to be weeping dew. There were wisps of light coldness between the curtains, and a pair of swallows flew away. The bright moon does not understand the pain of parting, and the slanting silver light still penetrates Zhuhu until dawn. The west wind was fierce last night and withered the green trees.
I climbed up the tall building alone and looked at the road that disappeared into the horizon. I want to send a letter to my sweetheart. But there are endless mountains and endless clear water, and I don’t know where my sweetheart is.
3. Su Muzhe
Author Fan Zhongyan, Dynasty and Song Dynasty
The sky is blue, the ground is yellow leaves, the autumn colors are rolling, and the waves are covered with cold smoke and green. The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country, the thoughts of the journey. Unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
Translation
The blue sky with floating blue clouds, the earth with flying yellow leaves. The autumn scenery is reflected in the blue waves on the river, and the water waves are covered with cold smoke and green. The distant mountains are bathed in the sunset sky and connected to the river. The grass on the shore seems to be ruthless, and it is outside the setting sun. Silently missing my hometown makes me sad, and the lingering thoughts of traveling abroad are hard to get rid of.
Unless you have a good dream every night, you can get a moment of comfort. When the bright moon shines on the tall buildings, don't rely on yourself. Pick up a glass of wine to wash away your sadness, but it will all turn into tears of lovesickness.
4. Shengchazi·Yuan Xiu
Author Ouyang Xiu Dynasty Song Dynasty
On the night of Yuan Dynasty last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk.
On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears.
Translation
During the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as daytime. The moon rises above the willow trees, and he invites me to chat with him after dusk. During this year’s Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month, the moonlight and lights are the same as last year. I can no longer see my lover from last year, and my clothes are soaked with tears.
5. Night Rain Sends to the North
Author Li Shangyin, Dynasty and Tang Dynasty
Jun asked about the return date but had not yet arrived, and the night rain in Bashan filled the autumn pond.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
Translation
You asked about the return date, but it is difficult to say accurately. It rained heavily all night in Bashan, filling the autumn pond. When will I return, I will cut the candles from the west window and tell my face to my face how bad the rain is at night in Bashan.
5. Thank you for the ancient poem about cherishing your lover. His name is Ye Teng
Beautiful poem about cherishing love
1. Qing Qing Zijin, my heart is leisurely. But for your sake, I still ponder it.
2. Holding hands and looking into teary eyes, I was speechless and choked.
3. There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.
4. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so it is only on the brow and on the heart.
5. Where you look at your husband, the river flows; when you turn into stone, you will never look back. On the top of the mountain, it is windy and rainy every day, and the stone responds to the words of travelers returning.
6. On the willow branches above the moon, people meet after dusk.
7. Don’t fall in love because of loneliness, don’t fall in love because of mistakes and stay lonely all your life.
8. Just break the flowers when they are in full bloom. Don’t wait until there are no flowers left to break the branches.
9. With tears in my eyes, I asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. ——Ouyang Xiu's "One of Two Songs of Butterfly Love Flower"
10. In the small window, they are dressing up, looking at each other speechlessly, only a thousand lines of tears.
11. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world!
12. Sitting alone and leaning on the moon tower, the wine fills my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe"
13. I hope your heart is like mine, and I will live up to my love for you
14. If you don't want to face him and leave, escaping is not a good way , but it is the only way.
15. What is yours will be yours sooner or later. If it is not yours, you cannot keep it even if you force it to stay.
16. Changting Road with green poplars and fragrant grass is easy to get to when you are young. The lingering dream at the top of the building is five o'clock in the morning, and the March rain is leaving love at the bottom of the flower. Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands. When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love.
17. This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
18. If you see a beautiful woman, you will never forget her. If you don’t see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy.
19. Guan Guan Jiujiu, in the river island, a graceful lady, a gentleman likes to fight.