Poems of missing old friends 1. Poetry of missing one's old friend
Parting is bitter water, loneliness is a spoonful of coffee. I make acacia thick, taste the fragrance you left behind like Xijiang River, and it flows east day and night.
"Sorrow in Jiangling"-"Send a Person"-Zhang Ji's tears are always there, but it's hard to say anything. -Chen Duansheng's love will be there sooner or later if it lasts for a long time.
-Qin Guan linglong dice An Hongdou, how much do you know about bone acacia? -Yang Liuzhi-Falling in love is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more-Gong Zizhen is afraid of lovesickness and has long thought about it. It was his turn to bid farewell to lovesickness, and his brow showed a trace. Yu Yan.
2. It is the saddest poem to miss an old friend.
Homesickness, Lanzhou urges hair.
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 Youth Travel Service). 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 easily throws people away, cherries turn red and bananas turn green (A Plum by Jie Jiang). 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, wet with tears, is the same as Tianya (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.
3. Poems about remembering old friends
1, stop thinking about James Zhang in despair, endure death and treat Dugan for a while. My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder.
2, unlike the night platform, it is dusty and cold, a buried place.
3. Ji Zuo's yellow spring should also brew old springs. Poems in memory of old friends.
4, only in front of the mirror lake, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. -Tang He Zhang Zhi <; Two books about returning to China >
5. I want to hang a sword in front of the grave and listen to the piano on my knees.
6, but the inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three spring rays. -Tang Mengjiao <; Wandering songs >
7. What hope do I have in the darkness of our grave? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death.
I miss my tears all night, and I will receive them again in the morning.
9. The child asked by hand why he didn't pay back * * * to fight for the years and won the sideburns.
10, the dead Yuan knows that everything is empty, but he looks at Kyushu sadly. Poems in memory of old friends. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
1 1, the road is near the south of the city, so I'm afraid to go. Shen Jiayuan is the most injured.
12, 10% off, heaven and earth, no one can send it!
13, everything in the world is in spring, and now I cry to Cang Ming. Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?
14, three days before the Double Ninth Festival, the woman who died in the dream was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hand and sobbing, and many words were forgotten.
15, we joked that a long time ago, one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left.
16, lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will burn the midnight oil to mend clothes!
17, the dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton.
18, Bai Shu Crow Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans. Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into.
19, afraid of hurting mother's feelings, sneaked to the pillow.
20, the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
2 1, tears are silent, only regret the past, and rely on painters to keep their knowledge.
22, suitable for all ages, leaving home, the local accent has not changed. -Tang He Zhang Zhi <; Homecoming books >
23, dripping empty ladders, cold rain breaks, and flowers are buried.
24. Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
25. Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.
4. miss the poems of old friends
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.
5. What are the sentences or poems that cherish the memory of the deceased?
1, Northern Song Dynasty, Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi Mao Yi's Twenty Dreams in the First Month"
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 and said 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 was already 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.
6. Ask for a lot of ancient poems to remember the old friends ~
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy.
-Qin Song Guan's "Cold House in the Desert of Huanxisha" is coming, and the cock crows. If you meet a gentleman, you don't have to worry about it? The wind blew through the rain, and there was a cock crow outside the window.
Why not be embarrassed when you meet a gentleman? The wind and rain darkened the sky and the cock crowed outside the window. Didn't Hu Yun like seeing a gentleman? -The word "wind and rain" in The Book of Songs is the Altair, the daughter of Jiao Jiao River.
Skillful hands, make a loom. Tears fall like rain all day long; The river is clear and shallow, how much is the difference! Between water and water, there are no words.
-Erhan Yuefu's "All the Way to the Altair" followed by * * *, and once resigned. Water is injected to the east, and there is no turning back to the west.
The rainy night falls on the empty steps, and the light of dawn leaves the room in the dark. I don't drink when I'm sad. When can I be together? -Northern and Southern Dynasties He Xun's "Leaving Sorrow at Night" is puzzling and walks alone for thousands of miles.
It rained black in the river, and the waves and Whitestorm began to rise. -Northern and Southern Dynasties, He Xun, he stared at the desolate moon in the temporary palace, and he heard the bell in the evening rain, cutting his chest.
-Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow, Cao Qinghu, Wan Li, and Huang Meiyu walked alone. I'm worried about the sound of the wind overturning the dark waves and hitting the boat on the beach.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha" The wind returns to the clouds and breaks through the rain, and the lake is warm again. Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight.
The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased.
—— Tang Baijuyi's "South Lake Spring Morning" red board Jiangqiao green wine flag, when the pavilion is warm and sunny. Poor rain stops the east wind, and thousands of trees hang down separately.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Yang Liuzhi" cried early and rested, and the residual lights went out. Through the window, you know that it rains at night, and bananas speak first.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Rain at Night" Badong sailed to Brazil, and the waves washed out the wind and rain. Polygonum hydropiper is cold and red, and Gracilaria leaves are blue and sad.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Zhuzhici" is vacant. The autumn night is long, and the sky is unknown. The shadow on the wall after the lamp still lingers, and the rustle of dark rain hitting the window.
-Tang Baijuyi's "Shang Yang White Haired Man" is cold in three autumn nights, and an old man is at ease. After lights out, sleep in the beautiful rain.
Grey thermos flask, fragrant warm quilt. The sun is shining, it is freezing, and the frost leaves are full of red.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Sleeping in the Autumn Rain" Xiyuan Road hangs at the head of the city, and the guest has not received the rain from Jiang Ting. Jun, try to divide the water. White clouds are still like Han and Qiu. -Tang "Send Judge Li to Jinjiang De" took a rain break in Dongdutou and went boating in Yonghe for three days.
The old friend's home lives on the bank of the stream, on the bank of the river, and there is a peach forest. -Tang Changjian's "Looking for Li Jiuzhuang in Three Days" Su Xiting's grass grows and flies, who leans against the east wind? Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms.
-Don Dai Shulun's "Su Xi Pavilion" clouds cover the rain, why count it? However, you see, the ancient Guan Zhong, the rich and poor gentleman's Bao Shuya, was abandoned like dirt. -Don Du Fu Poor Bank of Communications Spring leeks are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is freshly cooked in a special way.
My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups. -Tang Du Fu's "Eight Guards for Chu Shi" was exhausted ... There was a need to supplement it, so it was adopted.
7. Poems about missing the elderly
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 year, the Lantern Festival was brightly lit. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
Think about Chu Yunsheng, and people will be far away. I remember it was green, and there was pity for grass everywhere.
Ten years of life and death, not to think. I will never forget that parting is a touch of bitter water and loneliness is a spoonful of coffee. I will thicken acacia and taste the fragrance you left behind, just like Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night. "Sorrow in Jiangling" —— The Story of the Fish —— Chun Qing didn't have flowers, but even this bright flame of love, how can it be only ashes? -Li Shangyin's affection is only in the spring court, and it is still one thing to leave someone to take pictures.
Inside-"the sender"-Zhang Ji's tears have been there, but it's hard to say anything. -Chen Duansheng's love will be there sooner or later if it lasts for a long time. -Qin Guan linglong dice An Hongdou, how much do you know about bone acacia? -Yang Liuzhi-Falling in love is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more-Gong Zizhen is afraid of lovesickness and has long thought about it. It was his turn to bid farewell to lovesickness, and his brow showed a trace.
Yu Yan.