1. Ancient poems about the past
Ancient poems about the past 1. What are the poems about recalling the past
1. "Huanxisha·Who read the west wind" Cool Alone" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Who thinks of the west wind and the cold alone, the rustling yellow leaves behind closed windows, 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 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 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.
2. "Qingpingle·Every year in the snow" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Every year in the snow, plum blossoms are often placed to make people drunk. There is no good intention to remove all the plum blossoms, but to win the clothes full of tears.
This year, everywhere in the world, Xiaoxiao’s temples are blooming. Depending on the wind coming in the evening, plum blossoms should be difficult to see.
Translation: When it snowed every year when I was a child, I would often indulge in the interest of arranging plum blossoms. Later, although I had the plum branches in my hands, I was not in a good mood to enjoy them. I just rubbed them carelessly, causing my clothes to be stained with tears.
When the plum blossoms bloom again this year, I live alone in a very remote place, and the short and thin hair around my ears has turned gray. Looking at the open plum blossoms blown by the wind that night, it was probably hard to see their splendor.
3. Shang Ruzhou County Tower/Shang Ruzhou City Tower
Tang Dynasty: Li Yi
At dusk, the drum horns look like Bianzhou, I came here thirty years ago building.
Today, the mountains and cities are weeping, and the sadness is not just a sad autumn.
Translation: Climbing up the Ruzhou City Tower, looking at the dim dusk scenery in front of me, it felt like I was on a frontier, and the familiar sound of drums and horns sounded in my ears. I thought that I was thirty years old when I first climbed up this tower. years ago.
Thinking that the war is not extinguished and the country is devastated; I feel melancholy not just because of this withered autumn!
4. "Two Poems on Shen Yuan" Song Dynasty: Lu You
The setting sun on the city depicts the corners of sadness, Shen Yuan is not a restored pool platform,
Spring waves are green under the sad bridge , was once the shadow of Jinghong.
The dream has faded and the fragrance has faded for forty years, and the old willow in the garden has stopped blowing.
This body is walking in the soil of Jishan, and its traces are still missing.
Translation: The sound of painted horns on the city wall seems to be mourning. Shen Garden is no longer the original pool, pavilion and pavilion.
The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful figure floating here like a sudden dragon.
It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shen Garden are too old to spit out their cotton.
Even though I am about to turn into a handful of dirt in Kuaiji Mountain, I still come here to pay my respects and shed tears.
5. Linjiangxian·Climbing the small pavilion at night to recall old tours in Luozhong
Song Dynasty: Chen Yuyi
Recalling the old days of drinking on the Wuqiao Bridge, sitting in the middle was mostly Heroic. The long ravine flows away silently. In the sparse shadows of apricot blossoms, I play the flute until dawn.
More than twenty years have been like a dream, although this body is in shock. I leisurely climbed up to the small pavilion to see the new weather. There are so many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third watch.
Translation: I recall those days when we had a drink at Wuqiao, and all the people present were heroes. The moonlight reflects on the river, flowing quietly with the water. In the faint shadow of the apricot blossoms, I play the bamboo flute until dawn.
The past twenty years have been like a dream. Although I am here, I look back with fear. Out of boredom, I climbed up to the small attic to watch the first sight of the new rain. Many historical events throughout the ages have been sung by fishermen in the middle of the night.
2. Poems describing the past
"Huanxi Sand" by Nalan Xingde
Who reads the west wind and is alone in the cold? The yellow leaves are rustling and the windows are closed, 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 splash away. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
"Partridge Sky" by He Zhu
Everything will go wrong if we go through the Chang Gate again. Why do we go together and return differently? After the parasol trees were half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin ducks flew away without their companions.
The grass on the original ground is showing the first signs of sunshine, and the old habitat and the new ridge are nestled in each other. Lying on an empty bed listening to the rain outside the south window, who will stay up all night to mend clothes?
"Like a Dream" by Li Qingzhao
I often remember the sunset in the Xiting Pavilion, and I am so drunk that I don’t know my way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startled a group of gulls and herons.
"The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" by Lu You
Red hands, yellow vine wine, and willows on the palace walls full of spring scenery. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. A cup of melancholy, a few years away. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as before, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo.
Li Yu's "Poppy Poppies"
When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back in the bright moon. The jade carvings should still be there, but the beauty has changed. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
Ouyang Xiu's "Revelation of Heartfelt Love"
In the early morning, the curtains are rolled with light frost, and I try my plum makeup on my hands. They all have their own separation and hatred, so the paintings show long mountains in the distance. Think about the past and cherish the fragrance. Easily injured. The imitation song is first restrained, and the frown is the most heart-breaking.
3. Poems about the past
1. The joys and sorrows of ten years are like dreams. I touch my palms and exclaim, and the past is gone. ——Ye Mengde
2. The past has become empty, still like a dream. ——Li Yu
3. The past is all gone, and everything in the early stages will fade away. ——Yuan Zhen
4. There is no trace of the past, gathering and dispersing in a hurry, today we are entertaining a few guests together. ——Ouyang Xiu
5. The past has turned into smoke, and the prosperity of the world is intoxicating. (Author unknown)
Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss.
Yan Jidao
Partridge Day·Holding a fragrant paper in hand to remember Xiaolian
Holding a fragrant paper in hand to remember Xiaolian, I want to pass on my regrets to someone. When I return, I will sleep alone and enjoy myself. At night, we meet in a dream.
Flowers fall easily, but the moon is difficult to round, so the flowers and the moon should be like joyful fate. Qin Zheng is in the mood, so he tries to write "The sound of separation into the old string".
Sheng Cha Zi
Sheng Cha Zi·Golden Saddle Beautiful Boy
The golden saddle beautiful boy goes to jump on the green horse. Holding the people of Yulou, embroidering the quilt on the cold spring night.
The news has not returned, and the pear blossoms have faded. There is no place to talk about lovesickness, and the swing is on the back.
Magnolia·Swing courtyard with double curtains at dusk
Swing courtyard with double curtains at dusk, colorful The pen is free to write about the embroidered house. On the wall are red and apricot flowers after rain, and outside the door are green poplars and catkins behind the wind.
Chaoyun Xinjue knows where it is, and it should be the spring dream of King Xiang. Ziliu recognizes the old travel traces , Crossing the Painted Bridge on the East Bank Road.
4. Poems about the past
The past flows in Tchaikovsky's music, like clouds and flowing water.
Beautiful and gentle. The legend of Swan Lake moved me and fascinated me, and I could not help but shed tears.
You spin endlessly on the stage, and your charming eyes wrap around my whole body. The curtains were drawn and the lights turned off.
There was a commotion in the auditorium, and the hall was empty like a flood. My sky began to become quiet and galloping.
Tranquility is the bright moon and stars outside the window. Galloping is our figure in the wild and our thoughts returning to the dreamland.
The past is the source of the past. I can block the past, but I can't block the past.
I have endless daydreams in the sunshine of real life. You are still singing breakup songs in a distant city.
Your sadness cannot hide your vicissitudes. My vicissitudes of life cannot bury my sadness.
I long to turn back time and watch you stand on tiptoe and dance a ballet step. You place the swan geese in the sunset, quietly wandering outside my window.
5. What are the poems that describe the past?
1. Wherever I wake up from my drunkenness tonight, the dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank will appear. ——"The Ring in the Rain·The Sorrow of Chilling Cicadas" Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty
2. I miss my hometown tonight, and I miss another year of frost on my temples. ——"The Great Night" by Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty
3. The childish child held up his clothes and asked, why is it too late to return? ——"Going Home" by Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty
4. There is no other words to say when you go, just return home as soon as possible. ——"Books from the Capital" by Yuan Kai of the Ming Dynasty
5. It was commonplace at that time to bet on books and lose the scent of tea. ——"Huanxisha·Who cares about the west wind and the cold alone" Nalan Xingde in the Qing Dynasty
1. "Rain Lin Ling·Cicadas are sad"
Author: Liu Yong Appreciation of the Song Dynasty
The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqing Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
2. "Great Night Works"
Author: Gao Shi, Tang Dynasty
The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate.
I miss my hometown tonight, and my frosty temples will bring another year tomorrow.
3. "Returning Home" by Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty
The childish child held up his clothes and asked, why is it too late to return?
***Whoever fights for time wins the hair on the sideburns.
4. "A Letter to the Family from the Capital"
Author: Yuan Kai, Ming Dynasty
The river is three thousand miles away, and the family letter contains fifteen lines.
There is no other words to say, except to return home soon.
5. "Huanxisha·Who misses the west wind and is cool alone" Nalan Xingde, Qing Dynasty
Who misses the west wind and is cool alone? The rustling yellow leaves close the windows, 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 splash away. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
6. What are the poems that describe the past?
Wherever I wake up from my drunkenness tonight, the dawn wind is waning on the willow bank.
——"Rain Lin Ling·Cicada's Sorrow" Song Dynasty Liu Yong's hometown misses thousands of miles tonight, and another year of frost on the temples will come.
——"The Great Night" Tang Gao Shi's childish child held up his clothes and asked, why is it too late to return? ——"Going Home" Tang Dynasty Du Mu walked without saying anything else, except to return home as soon as possible.
——"Letter from the Capital" Ming Dynasty Yuan Kai's gambling book disappeared and the fragrance of tea was lost. At that time, he only thought it was ordinary. ——"Huanxisha·Who thinks the west wind is cold alone" Qing Dynasty Nalan Xingde 1. "Rain Lin Ling·Cicadas are miserable" Author: Liu Yong Song Dynasty Appreciation The chilling cicadas are miserable, it is late in the pavilion, and the showers have begun to stop.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent. Where there is nostalgia, the orchid boat urges the ship. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens. Since ancient times, sentimentality has hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them? 2. "The Great Night" Author: Gao Shi, Tang Dynasty The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guests' hearts are filled with sadness.
I miss my hometown tonight, and my frosty temples will bring another year tomorrow. 3. "Going Home" by Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty A childish child held up his clothes and asked, why is it too late to return? ***Whoever fights for time wins the hair on the sideburns.
4. "A Letter to the Family from the Capital" Author: Yuan Kai In the Ming Dynasty, the river was three thousand miles away, and the letter to the family contained fifteen lines. There was no other words to say while walking, except that he would return home as soon as possible.
5. "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, 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.
7. Poems about the past
1. Related poems: "When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past" in Li Yu's "Poem Poppy".
2. Original text by Poppy When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past! There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back at the bright moon. The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed.
How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. 3. Translation Spring flowers and autumn moon bloom year after year, and years are round. When will they be finished? Everything in the past is gone, gone, and turned into illusion.
Another year passed after returning to the Song Dynasty. It was a quiet night, and the people imprisoned in the small building leaned on the railing and looked into the distance. Facing the land immersed in silver light, they felt so much about their homeland and how miserable they were. Love welled up in my heart, I couldn't bear to look back, and I couldn't bear to look back. He looked at the southern country from afar and sighed, maybe the "carved railings" and "jade bricks" are still there; it's just that the sentimental people who used to hang out and enjoy themselves under the railings no longer have the charm and grace they once had.
Life, life, doesn’t mean endless sorrow. Sorrow is like the ocean of spring water, unrestrained and unrestrained; it is also like the spring water that lingers for a long night, flowing continuously and endlessly.
4. Brief analysis The entire poem can be divided into two paragraphs for appreciation, with the first three sentences as the beginning and the last sentence as the end. Let's look at the first three sentences, e69da5e887aa62616964757a686964616f31333365653934 "Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon". These four words alone are enough to trigger the infinite reverie of many poets, but the first sentence of this poem directly mentions "when" and uses "how much do you know about the past?" ” to express disdain for the current beauty.
The second sentence begins with the word "small building" and then recalls the "motherland". Even the east wind announcing the spring is just a chill passing through the heart of the author who is under house arrest in a small and lonely building. It made him feel "unbearable to look back". When I think of my homeland, I naturally think of the gorgeous palaces and beautiful faces with "carved railings and jade walls" in those days. I feel that my homeland is in good condition, but I lament that things have changed, and I am afraid that I will not be able to bear it in my lifetime.
In the first three sentences, the author looks at the beautiful scenery and thinks about himself, and he can't help but feel the sadness of the country's destruction. However, a careful analysis of what Li Yu was thinking about is that he fled to the south of the Yangtze River back then. During the period of separatist rule, what he was melancholy about was not the destruction of his country and his family, but the fact that he could no longer enjoy the luxury and luxury.
8. Ancient poems about the past
Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss.
Yan Jidao
Partridge Day· Holding a fragrant paper in hand, remembering Xiaolian. Holding a fragrant paper in hand, remembering Xiaolian. I want to pass on my regrets to someone. When I return, I lie alone at night, and meet in the drunken sky in my dream. . Flowers are easy to fall, but the moon is difficult to be round. The flowers and the moon should only be like a happy fate. Qin Zheng is in the mood, so he tries to write Li Sheng into the old string.
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生 Chazi · The beautiful young man with the golden saddle, the beautiful young man with the golden saddle, went to jump on the green horse. He tied the people in the jade building and embroidered the quilt on the cold spring night. The news did not come back, and the pear blossoms faded in the cold food. There was no place to talk about lovesickness, and the swing was on the back.
Magnolia·Swing courtyard with heavy curtains at dusk. Swing yard with double curtains at dusk. The colorful pens come to embroider the house. The red apricot rain leaves flowers on the wall, and the green poplar trees outside the door are behind the wind. The clouds in the morning tell me where they are. It should be the spring dream of King Xiang. Go. Ziliu recognizes the traces of his old travels and crosses the east bank of the Huaqiao Road.
9. Poems with memories of the past
The past has been forgotten several times in this life, and the mountain shape is still pillowed by the cold current. ——Liu Yuxi's "Reminiscence of the Past in Xisai Mountain"
Spring sorrow can hardly drive a strong man to look at the mountains, and the past events are shocking and bring tears to his eyes.
——Qiu Fengjia's "Spring Sorrow"
Many old trips are forgotten, and I occasionally think about the past. ——Bai Juyi's "One Hundred Rhymes of Poems by Cui Shilang, Hanlin Qian Sheren, who retreated to the Weicun Village and sent gifts to the Ministry of Gifts"
How dare you give up worrying about the past for the sake of Junge. ——Bai Juyi's "Forty Rhymes on March 30th"
The past is like a crane in the Liaohai Sea, and the remaining years are empty to envy Ge Tianmin. ——Lu You's "Sense of the Past"
The past events are all traces of the past, and the previous book can be relied upon. ——Shao ??Yong's "The Song of Watching Chess"
The past events are astounding and bold, and the recent poems are full of snow. ——Fang Yue's "In the Mountain"
The romance in the old courtyard was filled with laughter, and the past memories of the pear garden were appreciated with tears. ——Wang Shizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Qinhuai"
My heart hangs in Wei Palace, and my past is filled with sorrow in Gantang. ——Du Mu's "Poem of Fenghe's Prime Minister Sending Off Xichuan's Prime Minister and Taking the Prime Minister's Seal out of the Sichuan Province"
A young man was playing the sheng alone while thinking about the past, and his eyes filled with tears. ——Chen Duxiu's "Poetry of Skills"
When you are drunk and entertained in your spare time, you will miss the past. ——Fang Hui's "Twenty Poems on Drinking with Tao Yuanming"
Sitting there thinking about you all night long until dawn, tracing the past is doubly sad. ——Yuan Zhen's "Send to Lotte"
The past events are gone with the remaining calendar days, and the spring breeze would rather recognize the old appearance. ——Xu Xuan's "New Year's Eve"
Relying on the sky and high threshold, cold and dustless, the past events are idle and dreams are about to be divided. ——Han Gai's "Song"
It is said that loyal ministers and filial sons do not care about the past or present. ——Xiang Anshi's "Reunion"
10. Verses recalling the past
1. "Linjiang Immortal: High Locks on the Tower after Dream" - Yan Jidao of the Song Dynasty remembers Xiao Pingchu See, Luo Yi has two words for heart, and lovesickness is said on the pipa string.
The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds. Translation: I remember meeting Xiao Ping for the first time. She returned with her colorful cloud-like figure, and I expressed my longing for her while playing the pipa.
The bright moon was still there now, illuminating her colorful cloud-like figure when it returned. 2. "Sheng Cha Zi·Yuan Xiu" - Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty On the night of Yuan Dynasty last year, the lights in the flower market were like daylight.
The moon is on the willow branches, and people meet after dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still there.
I can’t see the people from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears. Translation: On 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. 3. "Ugly Nuer·Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall" - Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty A young man who doesn't know the feeling of sorrow falls in love with the upper floors.
Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words. Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to stop talking.
I wanted to say no, but I said it was a cool autumn. Translation: When people are young, they don’t know the feeling of sadness and like to climb high and look far away.
I like to climb high and look far away, and reluctantly express my worries in order to write a new poem about "no worries". Now I have tasted all the sorrow, I want to say it but I can't.
I want to say something but can’t, but I say it’s a cool autumn! 4. "Occasionally" - Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty. Fifteen years ago, at the end of the day, Xiang Cong once wrote a flower appreciation poem. Today, I see the flowers and the moon look alike, and my feelings are as peaceful as those of the past.
Translation: Fifteen years ago, we visited the garden together and wrote poems about flower appreciation. The flowers today are still the same as in previous years, but why is my mood different from previous years? 5. "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City" - Cui Hu of the Tang Dynasty Last year, in this gate, the peach blossoms on the faces reflected each other.
I don’t know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. Translation: Last winter, just inside this door, the girl’s face reflected the bright peach blossoms.
When I came here again today, the girl didn’t know where she was going. Only the peach blossoms were still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.