Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I cried without words (Rain Bell by Liu Yong). Affection hurts parting since ancient times, not to mention the clear autumn festival (Rain Bell by Liu Yong) has passed, which should have been a good early scene in name only. Even if the amorous feelings last for thousands of minutes, who should I tell (Liu Yong's "Lin Yuling")? I should have known it myself (Liu Yong's "Youth Tour")?
I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong's Ding Feng) in the residual light of the grass, and no one would lean on the railing and be silent. (Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian") The belt is getting wider and wider, and it will not go out, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
(Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") The fragrance is not in the core, the fragrance is not in the calyx, and the fragrance is in the bone (Yan by Chao Buzhi). Who knows (Mrs. Wei's "Wu") gaunt and tired in the south of the Yangtze River, unbearable, anxious to get back together (Zhou Bangyan's "Man Ting Fang"), looking at the moon pavilion with his hand, and smelling the flute on the bridge. It is already midnight in the city. The horse is slippery and frozen, so it is better to have a rest. It's better to walk less (Zhou Bangyan's youth brigade). It's like Iraq. How can it be like a slave loss (an isolated spirit)? Only Guanshan is thousands of miles away, when will Su Guangtong (Jiang Shenzi of Xie Yi) sail to Wan Liyun? Send a lonely soul and your eyes will be cut off.
Who? It's not the moon that hates you, but the east, the west, the north and the south. East, west, north and south, only each other.
I hate you, but I've been on the river for a month, and I'm still losing money when I'm full. When it is full, it is still a loss. When is the reunion (Lv Benzhong's Mulberry Picking)? It is better to warm the sun and lose to Yingying Yanyan.
The courtyard is full of flower curtains, and the heartbroken grass is far away (Zhu Jinmen). He sits alone, advocates enjoying alone and lying alone. Standing is frustrating, but touching people (Zhu's "delicate magnolia") is naive and not afraid of people guessing, and sleeping with him is pregnant.
When I was leaving, I was too lazy to come to the dresser again (Zhu's Qing Ping Le) for fear of parting. There are many things I want to say and take a break (Li Qingzhao's "The Phoenix Tower Memories the Flute"), but I want to read the water in front of the building and stare at it all day. Seeing the place has added new worries since then (Li Qingzhao's "Recalling Feng Tai to Blow the Flute"). The west wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers (Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers"). Now, with the cold wind, the temple is afraid to go out at night.
It is better to look under the curtain and listen to people's laughter (Li Qingzhao's "Forever Happiness"). When it is cold and lonely, it is most difficult to rest (Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice). Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can we beat him? It's late and urgent (Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice). This time, how can we get a sad word (Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice)? We should pay attention to Yao Qin, who will listen when there are few bosom friends (Yue Fei's The Hill)? It is even more important.
The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite. Dreams are hard to achieve, and hatred is hard to level.
People who don't care don't like to hear it, and the empty steps fall. (Si Wan Yong's "Sauvignon Blanc") Dongfeng Xie, with a subtle sense of joy and a melancholy mood, left Suo for several years.
Wrong, wrong, wrong (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix") Spring is the same, people are empty, tears are full (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix"), peach blossoms fall, and the pool is idle. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
Mo, Mo and Mo (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix") are lonely at dusk, and there is more wind and rain (Lu You's "Bu Operator"), and everyone is jealous. Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only the fragrance remains unchanged (Lu You's "Bu Operator"), only the dream soul can reunite, and the dream can not be made (Lu You's "Dead Hua Lian"). I'm not afraid of silver and steel, but I'm afraid of the wind and rags (Lu You's Die in Hua Lian). I'm afraid spring has already opened, not to mention countless red flowers (Xin Qiji's "Fishing"
I look forward to seeing you again in the Ming Dynasty. We should also be surprised to ask: How many buildings in Fahua (Xin Qiji's Nian Nu Jiao) have been deserted recently? Old You Yanfei can say (Xin Qiji's Nian Nu Jiao) that teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the next floor.
Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it.
I want to say that I still have a rest, but it's a cool autumn (Xin Qiji's ugly slave) and nobody cares. What's more, who advised Ti Ying to stop (Xin Qiji's Near Zhu Yingtai), because he brought the sadness of spring, but he didn't know what to do in spring (Xin Qiji's Near Zhu Yingtai). Looking back, the man was there. It's hard to let go of sorrow (Jiang Kui's "Long Pavilion"), Leng Xiang flew to poetry (Jiang Kui's "Nian Nu Jiao") for a long time, and was dyed by acacia in early spring (Jiang Kui's "Walking on the Sand"). Before spring is green, he has his temples first. We leave for too long, and slowly all the pain will be forgotten by time.
I don't know who made me miss that evening, that happy reunion night. Only you and I can understand this feeling. (Jiang Kui's "Partridge Sky") The green carving is easy to cry, and the red calyx is silent and nostalgic (Jiang Kui's "Dimfragrance") is nothing like the spring breeze. No matter what it is, the golden house has been sorted out long ago.
He also taught a song "Go with the Flow", but complained that Yulong's elegy (Jiang Kui's "Thin Shadow") was on the verge of breaking the shore and a new green was born; This is a place that turns red with sadness. I remember the flowers blossoming in the front door and cutting the lights in the middle of the night (Shi Dazu's Luo Qixiang), worried that Cui Dai's eyebrows would be damaged. Flowers bloom every day (Shi Dazu's "Double Words"), and there is a dark green road in front of the building, with a touch of willow and an inch of tenderness (Wu Wenying's "The Wind Into the Pine"). You can't spend your honeymoon with melancholy, and the moss rises to the secluded stage overnight (Wu Wenying Du Qiuniang, Tainiang Bridge).
The wind is floating and the rain is falling. When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.
Time can easily throw people away, cherries are red and bananas are green (Jie Jiang's Plum). Emotions and sorrows are always ruthless. You can't write a book until dawn (Jie Jiang's Young Beauty), and only send a little (Zhang Yan's Jie Lianhuan). Jiangzhou Sima, with a wet shirt, is the end of the world (Wu Ji's Full Moon). Poetry prospers in autumn.
Throughout the ages, romantic figures, how many heroes (Wan Yanshou's "Chao Zhong Cuo") have left their intestines for a while, with thin makeup marks (Yuan Haowen's "Qing Ping Le"), and the seas are dry and the rocks are rotten, but they hate it.
2. What are the sentences or poems that miss the deceased? 1, Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's Twenty Dreams in the First Month" in the Northern Song Dynasty.
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.
2. Qing Nalanxingde's "Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha"
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
3. Tang Wang Wei's Weeping Meng Haoran
When an old friend disappears, the Hanshui River flows eastward. Excuse me, Xiangyang is old and Cai Zhou is empty.
4. Two wine poems by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty.
People die in their hometown, and there are lotus flowers in the air. It hurts me to miss this dream.
5. Song Huang Tingjian's "Thousand Years, Flowers Outside the Garden"
Even in tears, how can we meet? I can only lie in an umbrella in the shade of rattan trees and get drunk. My friend has left, and only the empty place is still there. The banquet in the palace is gone, and so are our four outings. Once again, melancholy is like a little pearl in the waves, sinking into the deep sea.
6. Bai Juyi's Crying Liu Shangshu's Two Dreams in Tang Dynasty
Today, I cried that I was lonely, and the bedroom door was full of tears. I wonder what's the use of the bow and arrow? I'm afraid my lips will die and my teeth will dry up!
7. Wei Jin and Cao Zhi's "Giving a White Horse to the Preface"
There will never be a farewell. When will you shake hands? Wang Qi loves this county, and everyone likes the Yellow Period. Tears are long and the road is long, so the pen will quit.
8. Wu Wenying's Frost Ye Fei Double Ninth Festival in Song Dynasty.
Early gray hair, worry. Scared by the wind blowing from the black veil. Man Jiang, Cornus officinalis see, but about next year, Cuiwei Gao.
9. Song Huang Tingjian's "Thousand Years, Flowers Outside the Garden"
My friend has left, and only the empty place is still there. The banquet in the palace is gone, and so are our four outings. Once again, melancholy is like a little pearl in the waves, sinking into the deep sea.
10, Li Bai's Gift to Xinping Teenager in Tang Dynasty
The long wind enters the short queue, and the hands inside are like ice. Old friends don't sympathize, but new friends would rather see pity?
1 1, Wang Jia, Tang Dynasty, "Passing an Old Friend's Residence"
At the beginning of sunset, the old house has been inhabited. Confused sons and nephews are scattered, and disappointed monks know books in the room.
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The temples are like rot, the heart is like ashes, and shock and sadness gather together to urge the elderly. Old friend Jiuquan left a message and sent a book thousands of miles.
13, Shi's "Water Tune Song Tou"
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
14, Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
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.
15, Tang Shangyin's Memories of Falling Rocks Pavilion and Cuizhou.
Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city. Autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving residual lotus to listen to the rain.
3. Poems about remembering old friends include:
1, I miss my friend Wang Bo in Tang Dynasty on a cold night.
Original text:
The clouds are thinking intermittently, and the moon is broken.
Hongyan flies southwest, how to bid farewell to old friends?
Translation:
White clouds blocked my thoughts of traveling far away, and the melancholy of returning home in the moonlight became more and more urgent.
Hongyan also flew southwest. Why do I leave my friends easily?
2. Jiang Yuan by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Climbed to the foot of the tree, hollowed out the boat and took a direct flight to Wu Chu. The west wind blows the sails of the east, and the voyage of a day is thousands of miles away.
I was thousands of miles away before the wine burned on my face when I said goodbye yesterday. Just leaving for a day, I miss you, and I only see water green, which increases my melancholy.
Translation:
Trees as high as 100 feet were hollowed out into boats and taken directly to Wu Chu. The west wind blows eastbound sails and travels thousands of miles a day.
When I said goodbye yesterday, the wine red on my face had not faded, and I was already thousands of miles away. I miss you just after a day's walk, and I only see the Qinghe River, which adds to my sadness.
3. Meng Haoran's "Qiu Deng Lan Shan Lun" and Zhang in the Tang Dynasty.
Original text:
Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit. I tried to climb the mountain and look ahead, and this mood disappeared with the departure of the swan song.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
Translation:
Facing the rolling white clouds on the ridge of Beishan Mountain, I, a hermit, can feel the joy myself. I tried to climb the mountain for the distant view, and my mood had already flown away with Hongyan.
Sorrow is often an emotion caused by dusk, and interest is often an atmosphere caused by clear autumn. On the mountain, I always see people returning to the village, walking across the beach and sitting on the ferry to rest.
From a distance, the forest on the horizon looks like a shepherd's purse, while the sandbar overlooking the river looks like a crescent moon. When can you bring wine here? Get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
4. The letter written by Wei in Tang Dynasty to He.
Original text:
We met in the flowers, parted in the flowers, and a year later, there were flowers here again. How to predict my fate, the world is far away, only the hazy spring sorrow makes me sleep on the pillow.
Sick body makes me want to retire to the countryside, watching the exiles ashamed of the salary of the country. I heard that you were going to meet me here. I went to the west wing to see some circles looking at the moon.
Translation:
Last year, we said goodbye, but now we have been apart for a year. How can I predict the fate of the world? Only gloomy spring worries keep me awake.
My sick body makes me want to retire to the pastoral area and watch the exiled people live up to the wages of the country. I have long heard that you are going to meet me here, so I visited the West Building several times and saw the bright moon.
5. Meng Haoran's Nan Ting Xia Ji and Tang Xin.
Original text:
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.
Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
Translation:
The sunset on the mountain slowly sinks and the moon on the pond gradually rises.
I loosen my hair and enjoy the cool. I opened the window and lay leisurely.
The breeze is blowing the fragrant and pleasant lotus, and the dripping sound of bamboo leaves is crisp.
I wanted to take out my piano and play a song, but unfortunately I didn't enjoy it.
Such a beautiful scenery misses my old friend more. I miss him day and night in my dream.
6. Poems written by Lu Kai for Ye Fan in the Northern Wei Dynasty.
Original text:
The postman who came to meet the north broke the plum blossom and gave it to his friend in the mountains.
There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring.
Translation:
When I met a courier who went to the north, I broke the plum blossom and asked him to bring it to a friend in Longshan.
There is no better gift in Jiangnan. Let's send a plum blossom to spring.
7. Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty "I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiaoyao to send this."
Original text:
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams.
I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.
Translation:
After Huayang finished singing, I heard that you were demoted to captain of Longbiao, and that remote place of Longbiao had to pass through Wuxi.
I put my sad thoughts on the bright and warm moon, hoping it can accompany you to Yelangxi with the wind.
8. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai sent Du Fu down to the dunes.
Original text:
What am I doing here? A city of sand dunes with high terrain. There are ancient trees on the edge of the city, and autumn sounds ring day and night.
Lu wine is not drunk, so sing a song for nothing. If you think of a gentleman, you will send him to the south.
Translation:
What the hell am I doing here? Living in Dune City all day. There are many ancient trees around Dune City, which constantly emit autumn sounds from morning till night.
Lu Di's wine book can't make me intoxicated, and Tiki's songs are empty. The feeling of missing you is like the surging water, which takes you to the south.
4. The poem "Missing the Old Man in Tang Wan" was originally Lu You's cousin. After they got married, they loved each other very much, but Lu You's mother didn't like this daughter-in-law very much. Under the oppression of the old feudal ethics, they were finally forced to divorce. Later, Tang Wan remarried to Zhao Shicheng, and Lu You also married another wife. One spring ten years later, Lu You was in Shenyuan. I ran into Tang Wan and her remarried husband, Zhao Shicheng. Sad, I wrote the poem "Hairpin Phoenix" on the white wall, which is a masterpiece of the ages: Huang Teng's wine filled the palace wall with spring scenery, and Liu Dongfeng's evil feelings were thin, and he was sad for several years. No! No! Spring is as thin as an old man, with red tears and peach blossoms. Although it is difficult for Shanmeng to trust Brocade! Mo! Mo! Later, Tang Wan wrote a poem called "The Hairpin Phoenix": Late flowers fall out, it is difficult to lean on, the feelings are not good, and the human feelings are poor. Difficult! Difficult! A person who has become a sick soul today is often like the sound of a cold night, afraid of people asking questions, swallowing tears and pretending to be happy! Hide. Hide. Tang Wan soon died of depression. Lu You was very sad to learn of Tang Wan's death. In order to express his inner pain, he later came to Shenyuan many times to write an inscription in memory of Tang Wan. Shen Yuan's two poems, the setting sun in the upper reaches of the land, draw a corner of sorrow, and Shen Yuan is not revived in the pool. 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. Lu You revisited Shenyuan at the age of 68 and wrote: "Looking back on the old love in Lin Ting, who can say that the spring road is heartbroken?" The bad wall is drunk and the dust is wasted. In his later years, Lu You visited Tang Wan in Shenyuan every spring. Every time he wrote a poem or a word, he felt something. He was 84 years old-in the spring of the last year before his death, with the help of his children and grandchildren, he left two four wonders: he was afraid to walk south of the city all the way, and Shen Jiayuan was the most injured; Incense wears plum blossoms on the guest sleeves, and Qingsi Bridge is born in spring. Second, the small stranger in the south of the city meets spring, and only the plum blossoms are not seen; Jade bone has been in spring for a long time, and ink marks are still locked between dust walls. One year before Lu You's death, he was still writing poems in memory of Tang Wan: "Shenjiayuan is full of flowers, and half of it was put in that year. I also believe that beauty will eventually become a soil, and it is hard to dream in a hurry!"
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5. I miss my loved ones, miss my old friends, and I am full of poetry and walk alone for thousands of miles. The river is dark and rainy, with white and windy waves. -In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, He Xun exchanged ideas.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. -Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.
Cao Qinghu, Wan Li and Huang Meiyu go alone. I'm worried about sleeping on the beach at night and hitting the boat when the wind turns black. -Tang Juyi's Waves on the Sand
The wind returns to the clouds and the rain breaks through Chu, and the lake is warm again. Hongshan apricot hair is broken, and new green water spreads apples. The low-winged white goose is still heavy, and the tongue of the oriole is unsuccessful. Not to mention that Jiang Nanchun is not good, he will lose his mood every year. -Early Spring in South Lake by Tang Juyi
The green wine flag of Hongbanjiang Bridge, when the pavilion is warm, the sun sets, the rain stops the east wind, and thousands of trees hang down separately. -Don Bai Juyi's Yang Liuzhi.
When the birds crow and rest early, the residual lights go out and shine again. You can know the rain at night through the window, and the banana sounds first. -Tang Bai Juyi's Rain at Night.
When the Padang ship went to Brazil, it was rough and stormy. Polygonum hydropiper is cold, the flowers are red and rustling, and the wet leaves of Gracilaria are blue and sad. -Tang Juyi's Bamboo Branch
Stay in an empty room, the autumn night is long, the night is long, and the sky is unknown. There are lingering shadows on the back wall of the lamp, and there is a rustle of dark rain hitting the window. -Don Bai Juyi's White-haired Man in the Sun