1. Are there any poems about missing the distant beauty?
"Tung Leaves"
The green tung leaves sway in the wind,
Those who look at it are thousands of miles away.
The green tung leaves are waving in the wind,
The shadow of the longing person is graceful.
Green tung leaves, living high up,
Missing my beloved, at dusk and at dawn.
The green tung leaves are especially luxuriant in late autumn.
The lost lady has withered for three days!
Another section of the Book of Songs
"Guan Ju"
If you don't get what you want, stay awake and think about it. Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning.
Song Dynasty lyrics by Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River;
I miss you every day and don’t see you, but I drink the water of the Yangtze River.
When will this water stop? When has this hatred ended?
I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.
Liu Yong
The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it in the end. I feel haggard for Yi.
Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms"
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the autumn jade mat. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Red beans grow in the south, and when spring comes, there will be a few. I hope you will pick more of them, as this is the most lovesick thing. 2. Modern poems about missing a beautiful woman.
I hope you will pick more of this, as this is the most lovesick thing.
--Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Acacia Red beans grow in the southern country. How many branches will grow when spring comes? I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing. When heaven and earth are united, I dare to be with you! --Han Han Yuefu Shangxie Shangxie! I want to know you and live a long life.
The mountains have no mausoleums, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you! The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. --Cui Hu of the Tang Dynasty, inscribed in Nanzhuang, Capital City. Last year, on this day, in this gate, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other in red.
I don’t know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It is either sunny or sunny.
--Tang Dynasty Liu Yuxi's Bamboo Branch Poems (3) The willows are as green as the Qingjiang River, and I hear the singing on the Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It is either sunny or sunny.
Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, except Wushan, it was not a cloud. --Li Si, Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty Once upon a time, there was no 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. The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears until dawn.
--Farewell by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty (two poems) Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February. The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and I don’t know if the bead curtain is rolled up.
Passionate but always seem to be ruthless, only Jue Zun can't laugh in front of him. The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears until dawn.
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. --Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, Untitled It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting. There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.
--Untitled by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty Last night, the stars and the wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang. There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.
The next seat will be warmed by spring wine, and the red wax lamp will shine on each seat. I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's request, walking around Malantai and turning around the tent.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time! --Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty Jinse The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past. Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn 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 recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time! How can I cut off the candles from the west window and say that it rains at night in Bashan?
--Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty The night rain sent to the north. You asked about the return date but it was not yet scheduled. The night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and say that it rains at night in Bashan?
Break off the flowers when they bloom, but don’t wait until there are no flowers left. -- Du Qiuniang of the Tang Dynasty Golden Threaded Clothes I advise you not to cherish your golden threaded clothes; I advise you to cherish your youth.
Break off the flowers when they bloom, but don’t wait until there are no flowers left. The wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness.
--Northern Song Dynasty Fan Zhongyan Su Muzhe The sky is blue and the leaves are yellow. The autumn colors are rolling in waves, and the waves are green and cold.
The mountains reflect the setting sun and catch the water. The grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country, the thoughts of the journey. Every night, good dreams keep people sleeping.
The bright moon rests on the tall building alone. The wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness.
If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? --Qin Guan, Magpie Bridge Immortal, Northern Song Dynasty The clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness.
As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the magpie bridge on the way home.
If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? Passionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times. Where will you wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon. - Liu Yong, Northern Song Dynasty, Yu Linling. The cicadas are mournful, facing the Changting Pavilion at night, and the showers are beginning to stop.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the place of nostalgia and the orchid boat urge the hair. Holding hands and looking at the tears in the eyes, there was no rain to choke them.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, and the mist sinks into the sky. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have been hurt by parting, and even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon.
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?
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallows return - Northern Song Dynasty Yan Shu Huanxisha A new song with a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year, when will the sunset return? Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the familiar swallows returned, and the fragrant path in the small garden wandered alone. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
--Liu Yong of the Northern Song Dynasty, Die Lian Hua, leaning against the dangerous building as the wind blows softly, looking forward to the sorrow of spring and the gloomy sky. In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, I am speechless. Who will be silent? I plan to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the strong music is still tasteless.
The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it at all. I feel haggard because of the beauty. Last night the west wind withered the green trees.
Climb up a tall building alone and look out to the end of the world. --Yan Shu of the Northern Song Dynasty Butterflies love flowers, the chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the smoke, orchids weep with dew.
The curtain is slightly cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and 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 wide, and we know where we are! How deep is the courtyard? Tears ask the flowers without saying a word - Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty Die Lianhua How deep is the courtyard? The willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are countless.
The jade-carved saddle is in the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road. The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing wildly at the end of March, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.
With tears in her eyes, she asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. Ten years of life and death! If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
--Northern Song Dynasty Su Shi Jiang Chengzi Ten years of life and death are uncertain! If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not recognize each other, our face will be covered with dust and our temples will be like frost. At night, the dream returns home suddenly.
In the small window, I am dressing up. He was speechless and could only shed a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken heart will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk.
--Northern Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu Sheng Cha Zi On Yuan Night 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 can't see anyone from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are filled with tears.
There is no grass anywhere in the world. I am passionate but I am annoyed by ruthlessness - Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty. Butterflies in Love with Flowers. The flowers have faded and become red and green. The apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water is surrounded by people. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world! There is a swing in the wall, a road outside the wall, people walking outside the wall, and a beautiful woman smiling inside the wall.
The laughter gradually fades away, but the sentimental one is annoyed by the ruthlessness. The flower curtains all over the courtyard are not rolled up, and the heart-broken grass is far away.
--Zhu Shuzhen of the Song Dynasty visited Kinmen (It's already half spring) It's half spring, and the emotions I can see are endless. There are twelve railings to lean on, worried about the future.
The good thing is that the wind is gentle and the sun is warm, but it is worse than the orioles and swallows. The flower curtains all over the courtyard are not rolled up, and the heart-broken grass is far away.
Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place. --Southern Song Dynasty Xin Qiji's Sapphire Case (Yuan Xi'an) The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and the stars fall like rain.
BMW carvings fill the road with fragrance, phoenix flutes sound, jade pots turn with light, and fish and dragons dance all night long. The moths are like golden strands of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance.
The crowd searched for her thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, she was there, in a dimly lit place. There is no way that I am not in ecstasy. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
--Southern Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao Drunk Flower Yin The mist is thick and the clouds are sorrowful forever, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way that I am not in ecstasy. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
What happened this time? 3. Poems about longing for a lover far away
1. "Spring Thoughts" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The swallow grass is like bisi, and the green branches of Qin mulberry are low.
When you return home in your arms, it’s time for my concubine to lose her heart.
If you don’t know the spring breeze, why should you enter the Luo curtain?
Translation: The grass in Yan is as green as silk, and the mulberry trees in Qin have green leaves. When you miss your home and look forward to the day you return, I have long missed you and been filled with sorrow. Spring breeze, you and I are strangers, why do you blow into the tent and make me sad?
2. "Jin Se" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past. Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn 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 recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
Translation: Jinse, why do you have fifty strings? Every string and every section makes people nostalgic for the golden years. My heart is like Zhuangzi, confused by the butterfly's dawn dream; and like the hope that the emperor turns into a cuckoo, expressing the sadness of spring heart. The bright moon shines high in the sea, and the sharks cry and their tears turn into beads.
The red sun in Lantian is warm and you can see the smoke rising from the good jade.
The joys and sorrows of separation and reunion cannot be recalled today, but back then they were careless and already at a loss. Although it is difficult for readers to understand the ideological content of the poem "Jin Se", the poetic realm where the mind can wander can easily emerge in their minds.
3. "Moon Night" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch the moon in my boudoir. I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an.
The fragrant mist makes the servant girl wet, and the clear jade arm is cold. When do I lean on Xuguo, my tears will dry when I shine with my eyes.
Translation: The moon in Yanzhou tonight must be equally clear and round. I miss my wife in my boudoir and can only watch it alone. Poor young children, how can they understand the sadness of longing for them? The mist may have wetted my wife's temples; the cold moonlight must have chilled my wife's jade arms. When can we reunite and see each other, relying on the thin curtain to admire the bright moon? The moonlight must still be there at that time, so let the moonlight silently dry up our tears.
4. "Ye Yu" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
I miss someone far away. I feel something, deep in my heart. My hometown is far away and I can't go there without looking at it every day.
I can’t understand it deeply, and I don’t think about it every day. What's more, it's a night with no lights and I'm sleeping alone in an empty hall. Autumn has not yet dawned, and the wind and rain are coming.
If you don’t learn the Toutu Dharma, you will never forget the past.
Translation: I miss the person deeply, but I am far away from him in a foreign land. The things I feel are deeply engraved in my heart. My hometown is so far away that I can’t go back, and there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t look at it from afar. The pain in my heart was extremely painful but there was no way to resolve it. I never stopped thinking about him day and night.
My future seems to be confused and hopeless, and I sleep alone in an empty house. Autumn has not yet come, but it is already stormy. How can one forget the past if he has never learned the Dharma of the ascetics!
5. "Wangfu Mountain" Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
Looking at my husband all day long will not come back, turning into a solitary stone and suffering from lovesickness.
It has been thousands of years since I looked at it, but it still looks like the first time I looked at it.
Translation: After longing for her husband all day long but he never came back, she finally turned into an isolated stone and missed her dearly. This woman has been looking at her husband here for thousands of years, and she is still the same image as when she was standing here looking into the distance.
4. In urgent need of a modern poem about missing family
When the furry paws on the hillside show their heads
When the apricot blossoms are about to bloom, this message of spring
When the cement road sends my thoughts home
When the freedom that belongs to me has not yet come
When the beautiful memories of you are vague in my memory
Gradually Clear
On the eve of Qingming Festival
Missing my relatives under the soil of my hometown
You have forgotten my appearance
And you give me a You can kneel down
Ordinary graves
But my life is related to you
You have been buried under the grass and wild flowers by spring
< p> In my heartYou are eternal
The family love in this world
is gradually moving away from me
Everything in this world Yeah
You no longer enjoy it
The grandparents who left earlier
You guard the feng shui of the ancestral graves
You are My closest and vaguest parents in this world
My elder brother who left early
Your grave is covered with weeds
The needles nearby bloomed long ago Xinghua
Do you remember your beloved family
Do you still have congenital diseases?
You will never ride a bicycle in your life
But you like to sit behind my car
Tell me about the new publications and go read them early
< p> My parents who passed away due to illnessNowadays, they can only appear in my dreams
I look everywhere in front of me, but I can’t see your kindness
Sometimes I don’t Dare to look at your photos
I always feel like you are by my side looking at me
And my uncle who is nearby
Gradually it becomes clear in the inherent forgetfulness
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So quiet and occasionally coughing
The gray hair has the hardship of life
The so-called hometown
It is this ancestral grave with blood< /p>
The tall poplars
sent away our figures
but sent back our thoughts
Destined to have no tears
< p> Sprinkle on the hometown of worshipBecause what you need may be our strength
Doomed to have no smile
Send us off
Because you sleep quietly
No longer care about the children and grandchildren in this world
But we deeply remember your love
Your blessings
And your eyes that no longer give up
After leaving, I dare not look back
I am still afraid that tears will wet the steps of leaving
I am afraid that you will give away your happiness with both hands
And we are enjoying it
Compared with your departure
I feel more about my little love A small feeling and a small suffering
Not worth mentioning
You sleep peacefully
It is to let us live quietly
In my blood Above
is your constant supply
Under the tree in front of me
is your caring gaze
To The journey of my life is sailing
Let me squander the love of this life
My dear ones
Spring comes and the earth wakes up
Love this The world
is my final expression to you
You sleep quietly
Let us live quietly