A poem about continuing the past 1. 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.
2. Poems describing 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.
3. Poetry about the past
1, related poems: "When is the spring flower and the autumn moon, how much is known about the past" in Yu Meiren by Li Yu.
2. Original text
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
When is the spring flower and the autumn moon, how much is known about the past! The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
3. Translation
Spring flowers and autumn moon bloom every year, and the years fly by. When will it be finished? Everything in the past is gone, gone, illusory. Back in the Song Dynasty, another year passed. The people in the small building were in the dead of night, leaning against the railing and looking into the distance. Facing the land immersed in the silver light, many thoughts and sorrows of the old country came to mind and could not bear to look back. He looked at the south and sighed, "carved fence" and "jade brick" may still be there; It's just that the people who used to build bricks by the wall in those years are no longer the charm of those years. Life, life means endless sadness. Wang Yang, who is worried like spring water, is unrestrained and inclined; It is also like a long night of spring water, endless and endless.
4. Brief analysis
The whole word can be divided into two stages of appreciation, with the first three sentences as the beginning and the last one as the end. Look at the first three sentences, "Spring flowers and autumn moon". These four words alone can arouse many poets' infinite reverie, but in the first sentence of this word, we bluntly say "when" and express our disdain for the beautiful scenery now with "how much we know from the past". The second sentence begins with "small building" and then recalls "old country". Even the east wind of the Spring Letter is just a chill passing through the heart of the author who is under house arrest in a lonely building, which makes him feel "unbearable". When I think of my old country, I naturally think of gorgeous palaces and beautiful "Zhu Yan" carved with jade. The old country is naive and sad, and I am afraid that I will not be blessed for life. In the first three sentences, the author looks at the beautiful scenery and thinks about himself, which makes him feel a little sad, but a careful analysis of Li Yu's thoughts and thoughts during the separatist regime in Jiangnan is full of extravagance and enjoyment. What disappointed him was not that his country was destroyed, but that he could no longer enjoy the glory of leading a happy life.
4. Poems with past events
How many sad past in life, the mountains still remain cold. -Liu Yuxi's Random Thoughts on "Old Times of Xibao Mountain"
Spring sorrow is hard to vent, so I look at the distant mountains with strong spirits. The past is shocking and tears will flow down. -Autumn's "Spring Sorrow"
Old trips are often forgotten, and the past is occasionally remembered. -Bai Juyi's "Hundred Rhymes of Qian Sheren's Poems" Cui Shilang Weicun gave a gift in seclusion.
Singing the past for you, how dare you quit? -Bai Juyi's March 340 Rhyme
The past is like a crane in the sea, and I admire Ge for the rest of my life. -Lu You's "Feeling the Past"
The past is the past, and the previous book can be relied on. -Shao Yong's "Watching Chess"
The past has been earth-shattering, uninhibited, and recent poems have turned into beards. -Fang Yue's In the Mountains
The old courtyard is full of romance, and the pear garden is full of tears. -Wang Shizhen's "Qinhuai Miscellaneous Affairs"
Dan Xin hangs Wei Que, and the past worries about Gan Tang. -Du Mu's "Sacrificing" Xianggong's Door to Send "Xianggong" Xichuan Yinshu Town Poetry "
Few people live alone in blowing sheng, thinking about the past with tears in their eyes. -Chen Duxiu's "Poetry"
When you are drunk and entertained in your spare time, you will miss the past. -Fang Hui's Twenty Drinking Songs with Tao Yuanming
I miss you sitting still at night, chasing past injuries. -Yuan Zhen's "Send Lotte"
The past is accompanied by a residual calendar, while the spring breeze has a better understanding of the old instruments. -Xu Xuan "In addition to the night"
Leaning on the empty high threshold is cold and dust-free, and the idle dreams of the past are about to be divided. -Han Gai "Song"
It is said that loyal ministers and dutiful sons, regardless of ancient and modern. -Xiang Anshi's "Heavy Harmony"
5. Poetry related to the past
1, the round fan can only talk about the past (stone "Huanxisha")
2, Hugh thinking about the past into melancholy (Song Ouyang Xiu's "Recent Love")
3, the past has been a long time (Song Ouyang Xiu's "Dead Hua Lian")
4. The south smoke vaguely returns to the snow wall, the shade is partial, the buds are tender, the midnight dreams come back, the wine is sleepy, the incense is rolling, the ear lights are dizzy, and the time is fleeting. The past is a moment of joy, but the flowering period is getting closer and closer. Cold plum has become a Dongfeng letter (Shu's "Die")
5. A thousand years past events have sunk (Song Xin Qi Ji, Xijiangyue)
6, the past is like looking for a bird (Song Xin Qiqi "Xijiang Moon")
7. Unforgettable memories (Tang Wen Ting Yun, Bodhisattva-hearted man)
8. Meditate on the past (Song Xin Qi Ji's "Partridge Day")
9, chasing the past (Song Xin Qiqi "Partridge Day")
10, secretly thinking about the past (Song Xin Qi Ji's "Partridge Day")
1 1, the past is like a dream.
12, remembering the past is a good towel (Linjiang Fairy by Song Yan and Dao Ji)
13, the past is long and detailed.
6. Poems recalling the past
1, "Linjiang Fairy, Tower Lock after Dream"-Yan in Song Dynasty
I remember Xiaoping's first sight. Her two focuses were Luo Yi and Pipa Xian's thoughts of lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
I remember the first time I saw Xiaoping, and when I came back, she was a colorful figure, and the pipa flicked to talk about acacia. At that time, the bright moon was still there, and it once returned with her colorful figure.
2. Xi, who was born in Teahouse —— Ouyang Xiu in Song Dynasty
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
Last year, on the fifteenth day of the first month of the Lantern Festival, the lights of the flower market were as bright as during the day. The moon rises at the top of the willow tree, and he asks me to talk to him after dusk. On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are the same as last year. Never see last year's lover again, and Pearl's clothes are soaked with tears.
3. Ugly slave, the middle wall of Shu Boshan Road-Xin Qiji in Song Dynasty
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the 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 I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.
People don't know the taste of sadness when they are young, and they like to climb high and look far. I like to climb high and see far, and I am reluctant to say that I am worried about writing a new word. Now I have tasted sadness, but I want to say it but I can't say it. I want to say it, but I can't say it. What a cool autumn!
4. Accidental success-Li Qingzhao in Song Dynasty
15 years ago, at the end of the flower, followed by Zeng Fu's poem of appreciating flowers. Nowadays, flowers are similar to the moon, and love is like the past.
Fifteen years ago, under the moon and flowers, we went to the garden together and made poems about flowers. Today's flowers are still the same as usual. Why is my mood different from previous years?
5. "South Village with Title"-Cui Hu in Tang Dynasty
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
Last winter, in this door, the girl's face set off a bright peach blossom. When I came here again today, the girl didn't know where she had gone. Only peach blossoms are still smiling and blooming in the spring breeze.