The north wind blows goose feathers and heavy snow one after another.
Mochow has no bosom friend in the future,
Everyone in the world doesn't know you.
An old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
Sailing alone, the blue sky is exhausted, and only the Yangtze River is in the sky.
A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Cen Can
The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
It enters the pearl shutters, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, and a cotton pad is thin.
The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.
The unfathomable ice in the sand sea, gloomy clouds and Wan Li condensation.
But let's drink to the guest who came home from the camp and play the savage pipa, guitar and harp for him.
Until dusk, when the snow collapsed our tent, our frozen red flag could not fly in the wind.
We watched him walk eastward through the wheel tower door and enter the snowdrift on Tianding Road.
Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.
Yulinling
Liu Yong
The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are not in the mood, and the blue boat urges me to send them where I miss them.
Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless and choked up.
Reading-go to a thousand miles of smoke and waves, and the twilight sinks into the sky.
Affection hurts parting since ancient times, and it is even more worthy of snubbing the autumn festival.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon.
After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.
Even if there are thousands of customs offices in Qian Qian, who should I talk to?
Step on the sand
Ouyang Xiu
The plum blossoms are waiting in the pavilion, the willows on the bridge are thin, and the grass is warm and swaying.
Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water.
Inch by inch, my heart is tender, my eyes are full of tears, and the height of the building is not close to the dangerous fence.
Spring mountain is everywhere, and pedestrians are even outside the mountain.
Xin Qiji's magnolia is slow
At the dinner table, Zhang Zhonggu is handsome and far-reaching.
Hanzhong started his business in the Han Dynasty. Is this the right place?
We should point our swords at Sanqin and the glory of the king and return to the East after World War I. 。
After death, I can't see today, and the mountains and rivers are full of tears.
The setting sun is broken and the west wind is empty.
A book is the teacher of the emperor, trying to explore the west.
More-leave in a hurry, hurry on the road, worry about the banner.
You missed me. Looking back, Zhenjiang Shadow Goose first flew.
Andrew's wheel has four corners, so it is difficult to reduce the waist.
Zhang Gan Yuan He Xinlang
Send Hu Bangheng to NSW.
Dream around Shenzhou Road, melancholy-the autumn wind draws corners, and the Forbidden City leaves the millet.
At its root, Kunlun is dominant, and nine foxes are turbulent.
God's will is never difficult to ask, but it is easy to say that you are sad when you are old.
More Nanpu, farewell.
The willow trees on the cool shore heat up the summer. More diarrhea river, the stars are thin and the moon is thin, and the clouds are slightly broken.
I know where to turn around and talk in bed.
If the goose doesn't come, the book becomes a book.
Cao Kener hates you. Xiubai listens to gold thread.
Write poems about history
The bottom of the gloomy ravine is loose, leaving seedlings on the mountain.
One inch in diameter, which can cover the 100 feet.
The world is tall and handsome.
Because of the terrain, the origin is not once.
Zhang Jin was born in the old Shang Dynasty, a seven-leaf marten.
Feng Gong is not great, but he doesn't know what to do with his white head.
Chen Ziang, Yan Zhaowang
Go south to Jieshi Museum and see Huang Jintai.
The mountain is covered with trees, and Wang Zhao is here.
Now that the map is finished, bring the horse back.
Eight arrays
Du Fu
The divided three countries are bound by his greatness, and the Eight Faces Castle is built on his reputation.
Next to this ever-changing river stands a stone, which is the sadness that he never conquered Wu.
Wuyi lane
Liu Yuxi
There are many weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique.
In the old society, Wang thanked Yan and flew into the homes of ordinary people.
Liu Yuxi's Old-time Thought of West Fort
Since Wang Jun brought his towering ship down from Yizhou, the ghost of the royal family has languished in Nanjing.
Chihiro's iron lock sank to the bottom of the river and a stone fell out.
The cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river.
It is the day when the China world is unified. The ancient fortress is full of ruins and autumn reeds.
Su Shi nian nu jiao
Dajiangdong is a romantic figure through the ages.
To the west of the humanistic base is Red Cliff in Three Kingdoms Zhou Lang.
Rocks go through the air, waves lap the shore and roll up thousands of piles of snow.
Picturesque mountains and rivers, there are many heroes at one time.
Back in Gong Jin, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time. She was very beautiful.
Feather fan nylon scarf, laughing and laughing, strong ashes.
Wandering in the old country, I am full of enthusiasm and was born early.
Life is like a dream, and a statue returns to the moon.
Xihe River, Zhou Bangyan
Jinling nostalgia
Garrity, who remembers the great events of the Southern Dynasties?
The mountains surround the old country, the Qingjiang River and the opposite side.
The angry waves beat against the lonely city, and the strong wind swept the distant sky.
The cliff tree was still leaning, and Mochow's boat was tied.
Empty old traces, gray, foggy and half-base.
Late at night, I climbed over the female wall and looked at Huaishui sadly.
Wine and flags are full of drama-Xie Wang's neighbors are vague, and swallows don't know what the world is like.
To ordinary people on the street, as opposed to ups and downs, in the sunset.
Jiang Kui is always happy.
The Rhyme of Gu Beilou in Ci Jia Xuan
Clouds are separated from the building, and the moss is very stone. Where are people going?
Riding autumn smoke several times, a cold and summer tide came and went through the ages.
Your heart is there, the cliff is green, and you are struggling to defend the north gate.
There is a difference between wine and drinks. The banners are embroidered with bears and tigers.
Zhuge, a senior, came here and rewarded him with three words.
Outside the building, Gao Jiang passed out. He knew Zhengxi Road.
The Central Plains is the home of the elderly in China, and the Golden Drum in Changhuai is in the south.
Ask Yi Yi if the willow planted at that time is still there.
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Parting in June
Blue sky/cloudless sky in Wan Li
warm braw
In this beautiful season
We're leaving.
Do you know
How sad I am.
How helpless I am
Three years ago.
You and I know each other.
How helpless and lonely you are.
Long-term inability to integrate into life
Now it's your turn.
How lively and naughty
innocent
How much I like you.
Watching you grow up
be filled with joy
We will leave.
As You Turn Away
I'll remember there was a me-
Someone who once really loved you.
I know
You have grown up.
Should be able to fly the ideal.
Start (a disease)
children
I hope you have a pleasant trip.
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-Farewell Poems
Author; Mathea
Light rain and rustling,
The leaves are fluttering.
You are like the god of friendship in the storm.
I walked up to you,
What about you?
You're vague,
punch-drunk ...
Until it disappears.
No, that's not you, that's just your shadow!
Where are you?
"I am in the wind and rain by the sea ..."
Your voice is ringing in my head,
We are on the way to parting.
The drizzle rustled,
Willow leaves are fluttering.
Only I stood alone in the rain,
What's that feeling?
It's sadness, sadness,
Or the sadness of parting? ...
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Farewell to sadness: four modern farewell poems
Where will you go is a kind of pain that all human beings have. In the history of China literature, there are lamentations of "I have gone in the past, and the willow is reluctant to part with me", exhortations of "Advise you to have a glass of wine and go out for no reason", expressions of "Luoyang's relatives and friends are like asking each other, and a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot", and even more "What a sad word today!" Sadness. We have long been familiar with these classical poems, and when it comes to parting poems, we always think of them first. In fact, writers of modern literature in China also have many good parting poems. Yu Guangzhong's Homesickness is such a classic:
When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp.
I'm here and my mother is there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm here and the bride is there.
Later, homesickness became a temporary grave.
I'm outside and my mother is inside.
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait.
I am here and the mainland is there.
However, there is more than one good poem. When I was reading these days, I saw some good poems about parting. Now upload it to share with you.
Barcos de papel
Author: Bing Xin
I never throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Fold into a boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still don't give up and fold every day.
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan, please carry her love.
And sadness.
Ye Xu
-Corona.
Author: Wen Yiduo
Maybe you are really tired of crying.
Maybe, maybe you should get some sleep,
It's called nighthawk. Do not cough.
Frogs don't blow horns, bats don't fly,
Don't let the sun cover your eyes,
Don't let the breeze brush your eyebrows,
No one can wake you up,
Take an umbrella to block your sleep,
Maybe you heard earthworms turning mud,
Listen to the roots of this grass absorb water,
Maybe you listen to this kind of music
More beautiful than the voice of swearing;
Then close your eyelids first,
I'll let you sleep, I'll let you sleep,
I gently cover you with loess.
I told the paper money to fly slowly.
Flower ring
(on a small grave)
Author: He Qifang
The flowers in the valley smell the best.
No one remembers the brightest morning dew.
I say you are happy, Xiao Lingling,
A stream without shadow is the clearest.
You dream that the edge of the green vine enters your window,
Golden flowers fall on your hair.
You are moved by the story told by the rain under the eaves,
You love lonely starlight.
Your tears are like pearls,
There is often nameless sadness.
You have good times that make you sad,
You died beautifully.
say goodbye to
Author: Yang Mu
How many farewells does life have?
Only under the Tianshan Mountains, how urgent it is.
I ride horses.
Do you ride horses, too
I'm going after my horse.
You must catch the last bus.
Give you what?
The ice and snow are too cold.
The hot sand is too hot.
Weeds wilt easily when picked.
Streams dry up easily for you.
The sunset is so poetic.
But it's a little too much like blood
People always leave others.
Clear sky Wan Li, Tianshan moon.
Only the heart likes this grassland.
One year old and one glory, the residual snow has disappeared.
Everything on the earth is the center.
You can say goodbye anywhere.