Unlike geese, people don't fly in a row. This poem expresses the attachment of the little author when he bid farewell to his brother.
Brother is on the road, the sky is gray at the beginning of autumn clouds; Around the road pavilion, leaves fall in succession and the atmosphere is bleak. Sadly, people can't fly far together like geese, but at this time our brother and sister can't go far together.
The atmosphere of scenery writing in the poem corresponds to the mood of parting. Brother and sister can't bear to be separated, which is natural and sincere in the contrast between Dayan and Qi Fei. Li Bai bid farewell to his friends, with blue mountains in the north and white water in the east.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave. Qingshan lies across the outer city north, and still white water flows around the east.
When we leave here, it is like a loose grass fluttering in the wind, and Wan Li travels far. You are like a cloud in the sky, and I am reluctant to part with you like a sunset.
We waved goodbye at once, and the horse didn't want to part, so he couldn't help whistling. This poem is like an oil painting. The beauty of human feelings and the beauty of nature are intertwined and lifelike.
The poem is open-minded, optimistic and affectionate. Don't be tall and comfortable in Wan Li. In Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows the goose feather and snow one after another.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you! Thousands of miles away from the north, the clouds all over the sky make the sky look dim. The north wind roared, and the geese flew south in the scattered snowflakes. Don't worry about having no intimate friends ahead. Who doesn't know you in the world? The northern scenery written in the first two sentences set off the poet's frustration when he bid farewell to Neusoft University, while the last two sentences comforted and encouraged his friends and were impassioned, which were touching farewell poems from the heart.
Xiao said goodbye to the king and yan dan here, and a strong man made a crown. No one was there at that time, and the water is still cold today.
At that time, Jing Ke bid farewell to Yan Taizi Dan and went to the State of Qin to assassinate the King of Qin. When he left, the strong man was impassioned and furious. Today, the ancient brave people are long gone, but the water here is still as cold as it was then.
This poem is different from ordinary farewell poems. The poet's yearning for the ancient brave seems to inspire his friends to learn from Jing Ke and do something. Seeing Du Mu off is affectionate but always heartless, but I feel that I can't laugh before I die.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning. When we are apart, we obviously have feelings. We always find it difficult to express our inner feelings, and we feel as if we are heartless.
Don't try to smile at the party, but you can't. The candles at the party seemed to understand our parting and shed tears for us until dawn.
The poet expressed his affection and sincerity when he left his friends. On the way to see Meng Haoran off to Yangzhou, an old friend of Li Bai left the Yellow Crane Tower for the west. Fireworks are set off in Yangzhou in March, and the sky is blue. Only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. Li Bai sincerely admires Meng Haoran.
The first is to admire his character. This can be proved by a letter to Meng Haoran: master, I cheer you from the heart, your reputation has risen to the sky, and you gave up the importance of hats and chariots in your rosy youth, and you chose pine trees and clouds; And now, white-haired, drunken sage, bewitched by flowers, you turn a deaf ear to the emperor, mountain, how I long to reach you, and some people admire Meng Haoran's poetic art.
Meng Zuo's "Wandering, Thinking and Returning to the Back of Wang Baiyun": When I came home from the valley, I was already looking back at the mountain road, but I saw the cattle and sheep and the woodcutter lost in the dark, the vegetation was cold, and the door was still open, waiting for my husband to write about himself and see the "mountain road". What I saw and heard floated in front of my eyes and ears, and waves of various emotions surged in my heart just to convey my concern for that outdated friend. That stupid watch looks like it at present.
Li Bai's two sentences, "A solitary sail crosses the blue sky to the end, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky", are excellent report performances using this technique flexibly. As for the first two sentences, "Yellow Crane Tower" in the western language and "Yangzhou" in the eastern language all use "anthomaniac, you turn a deaf ear to the emperor" smartly. As the object, Meng Haoran's spirit is vividly on the paper, and the affection of "worshipping pure fragrance" is also vividly on the paper.
This poem is very different from Xi on the Twenty Shores of Yuan Dynasty: it has no generality and can only be given to Meng Haoran. A brief but happy encounter with my brother-in-law "All shall be well, jack shall have Jill" Yi Lee grew up and met again after ten years of torn and tired years. The first time I heard your name, I thought you were a stranger, and then I heard your name. I remember everything that happened on your young face and the tide. We have told you and told you until tomorrow evening when you travel to Yueyang and leave for autumn. One peak after another between us. The original situation is this: Li Yi and his cousin met on the trip, and they only know each other's names. This is a great surprise.
But if you write in this order, the surge of poetry will be covered by mediocre narrative. The poet put before him "Let's meet again when we grow up after these ten torn and boring years", which shows how deeply he was touched and can also arouse readers' sympathy for the sufferings of life.
The sentence "ask surname" is very subtle: I was "surprised" at first sight, but I already had a guess in my mind, so I went to "ask" the other person's name-if we regard this couplet as an intertextuality, the scene of "asking Taiwan Province for help" at that time would be like this. And when the other person says his name, he can't help looking at his cousin and bringing back a string of memories.
Later, we talked for a long time and had a strong family relationship. Time flies, and there will be less and less. Readers will fill them with their own life experiences, surprise them and sigh them. However, before the joy was fully publicized, the poet's heart was already tortured by the next day's departure.
He thought he would be alone on Baling Road in the future. After walking through mountain after mountain, he was very depressed. I bid farewell to Shu Bo across the wall of Sanqin, looking at Wujin in the distance, saying goodbye to each other, two officials who have been working day and night. However, China has our friendship, and Heaven has our neighbors. Why do you want to wander at the fork in the road? The literati class in the Tang Dynasty actually realized the highest value of life by being able to "be a teacher for the monarch".
Therefore, even if they are officials, they will be Beijing officials, and they will feel lost outside. Both the giver and the receiver in this poem have this "love complex for Beijing", so they are reluctant to go to Chang 'an and are sent to other places. Looking at the direction they are going to work, they feel particularly ethereal.
The giver comforted the giver, especially pointing out that "we two officials are on the right track" and waiting for our own fate. Since we share the same fate, we can share any sorrow.
However, after all, the scholars in the early Tang Dynasty had an optimistic background, so they could quickly shake off their sad mood and shout out the grandiose words of "However, China holds our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor". We seem to see him wave his hand firmly and cut off all the troubles in front of us.
This poem is the most standard. Leave the farewell place for one or two periods, and continue to convey three or four sentences.
2. Homesickness, parting poems and modern poems are in the vast sea of people.
The meeting between you and me is a kind of fate.
But abbro is a liar,
Let the meeting between you and me become so short-
Like a newborn baby
I haven't had time to scream for my first life.
He died in the pride of his life.
In the bleak sadness,
Looking back on the past years,
Tears in my heart slipped out of my heart,
Flowing to the confused darkness.
Black fog covered up past laughter,
The rest is endless pain,
The road you and I have traveled,
With the mottled time drifting away.
Why? Parting comes so soon?
The sadness of parting dilutes the laughter of meeting,
When can we meet again on the journey of life?
If you lose it, you can't come back,
Friends, please seal our memories in your mind.
Welcome a better tomorrow.
Does it count if you write it yourself ~ ~ Khan
3. Poems or sentences about leaving home 1. When there is a little fun, it becomes parting.
Last night, at the beginning of frost, I crossed the river singing Farewell to Wanderers. People who are most worried are afraid to hear the swan song, and lonely travelers are in the silence of mountains and clouds.
Mountains and oceans separate us. There is nothing I can do but meet you again in my memory and in my dream.
Friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain. Until now, in the dark, I closed the door of the thatched cottage. The spring grass will turn green next year, but what about you, my friend Prince? ?
Don't complain about divorce, and never have the courage to drink.
6. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn.
7. If you teach your eyes that there is no hatred, you won't believe that there are hoary heads in the world.
8. Nanpu is sad, and the west wind hits autumn. At the sight of heartbroken, it is a good cloud not to look back.
9. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
10. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk.
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12. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
13. The tears of parting add new waves to the long river of memory; The blessing of parting opened the curtain of reunion.
14. People gradually feel that the local accent is different, but they hate the sound of warblers singing old mountains.
15. Solitary sails on the sunset river, grass green, Wan Li, Hunan.
Homesickness is a plot that people who are far away from home can't let go. Homesickness is a good medicine. When you think of your hometown, you can alleviate the thoughts you can't push away. When you are lonely, you will naturally open your homesickness. The words in your hometown are very kind. In your dream, your mother's call rang in your ear, calling me back to my childhood. I can snuggle up to my mother, hold a handful of river water in my hometown, wash away my fatigue and lie in my ancestral home. Looking for my childhood dreams in my bed, my childhood partners get together again and are happy. My beautiful hometown is calling me to go home early. This is a wanderer's wish, but I can't go home yet. Tomorrow 1 I will be homesick again.
Hometown is the old wine brewed by Youzi with millet. The longer it lasts, the more mellow it tastes. When I think of my hometown, I miss it quietly.
Hometown is full of delicious food, which tempts travelers from afar to taste it. When I think of my hometown, I miss it silently.
Hometown is a fragment of a wanderer's childhood memory. The more you manage it, the more you can't control it, and the more you can't piece together a complete picture. When I think of my hometown, I miss it in my heart.
The longer I miss my hometown, the deeper my experience of my hometown and the greater my touch on my soul. Hometown, how do wanderers miss their hometown? Miss hometown, in fact, is miss childhood partners, miss the old house, miss the land.
However, what the wanderer misses most is his elderly parents. Hometown, miss my hometown, miss my hometown for no reason.
Whenever I face the bright moon, I miss my hometown like a flood. Hometown, homesickness, no need for any excuses.
Wanderers miss their hometown all the time. & gt2 Mid-Autumn Moon, the moon is in the sky, and thousands of miles send acacia. A bright moon hanging high evokes infinite leisure in my heart, and the gesture of looking around is more pious than that of pilgrims. Looking from a distance, the same full moon over the north, I hope it can shine on the glow of my hometown. Can you bring back my warm and moist tears and wash my face? The call in my ears suddenly rises under the laurel and shines on my mother's kind face. Among the flowers, my father stood thin in the sunset, and the autumn rain was tender, and the floating duckweed attracted me to miss. How big the sky is, how far the wandering footprints will fly. How wide the blood of family ties is, how deep it will be. I will be burdened with heavy debts. When can I be filial to the moon? When can I cut a slender reflection on my knee and shake up the flying eagle passing by my hometown snowfield in the moonlight? This used to be a dream. Looking back, is the fruit of my first love still hanging on the laurel of memory? On this moonlit night, the bleak autumn wind will make a floating heart colder and colder. The autumn moon will be bright all night. The drizzle is falling, the high tide in my chest breaks through the river embankment where I miss my hometown, and the mountain where I miss my hometown is submerged. The mountains that miss home are so green, the water that misses home is so green, the clouds that miss home are so light, and the people who miss home are so close. I hope people and mountains and rivers can be together one day. Reunion 4 Nostalgia Yu Guangzhong was a small stamp when I was a child. I was here when my mother grew up here. Nostalgia is a narrow ticket. I was there when the bride was there. Later, nostalgia became a temporary grave. I was outside when my mother was inside. Nostalgia is a shallow strait now. I was here when I was in the mainland. 5 nostalgia. The song of Xi Murong's hometown is a Qingyuan flute, which always rings on a moonlit night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment, like a wave of farewell in the fog. After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings and will never grow old.
5. Eight ancient poems or modern poems about parting, that is, four-one, eight magnolia poems with reduced characters.
1. Wenxi returned to Hantu.
The sky is far away,
One cannot put back the clock.
Duckweed,
Travel thousands of miles alone with me.
Far-sighted,
There are tens of thousands of rows of geese on sunny days.
Seeing death as death,
Turn into white clouds and fly in the sky
2. Don't be a teacher.
We were inseparable,
Read blood every word.
Go east and west,
Meet in this dream.
Summer has come and the cold has gone.
Feather fans shake the world.
Falling leaves and snow,
I am free and happy.
6. Shilichang Street
Do your best,
Shanhe cried for you for a long time.
Shilichang Street,
Heaven and earth share my sorrow.
Snow-white bonus,
Unite and sacrifice the spirit.
Ling Ying 'an is here?
What is sprinkled on the world is love.
Four or three, two songs by Nan Gezi.
1. Boli
I often miss meeting you,
No more wandering.
When you meet in life, don't forget each other:
Stay in your hometown,
Stay on the green hills.
Spending money is too smart,
Splash ink is the most unrestrained.
Birds fly out of the reeds;
Sound and sound,
Qi sings for me.
Four, four, two crimson lips
1. Spring resentment
A Spring Festival,
Send Wan Liyun away in winter.
A dancing heart,
Who are you looking for?
Ask the husband:
Who is the dream person?
Crimson lips,
Hanging clouds,
Wear my green dress.
2. Cut off the candles at the west window.
Every word is sad,
Tears are everywhere in the pen.
Every sentence is fascinating,
His face is full of sadness.
I didn't say a word,
The west wind is tight outside the window.
Is tolerable,
Can't stand it?
Sigh the world of mortals rolling.
Four or five, youth travel
Zhangjiajie
The poor inherit the wind,
Who are you crying for?
Mountains and rivers have feelings,
The sun and the moon will leave traces,
Snow dyed the sideburns red.
The infinite chaos in Wu Ye,
The rain falls at dusk.
Anxious to return,
The road is long,
Listen to the local accent in my dream.
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Yin zhaosen
The bright moon came thousands of miles to send each other,
Errors affect the mind.
Don't point your hair at the mirror,
Thoughts are like the sea,
Surging.
Very calm.
Ups and downs, the same dream,
Who lives and dies with * * *?
Ruthless years are the most ruthless:
The long night,
Sitting alone,
Sigh till dawn.
Forty-seven, Tasha trip
The image of a beautiful woman
Send away loneliness,
Welcome to prosperity.
For who? For who?
Full of acacia tears,
Blossoming accompanied me to drift to zero.
Send away the cold night,
Welcome the dawn.
The city is filled with flowers.
All lines are love,
Branches, branches and leaves are always related to love.