Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Shangyin
Original text:
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Yu Linling is cold and sad.
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: liuyong
Original text:
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
Queqiao Xianxian Qiao Yun
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Qin Guan
Original text:
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Dead Hua Lian, leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: liuyong
Original text:
It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently?
I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
How deep is the iris garden?
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Ouyang Xiu
Original text:
In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Two Poems by Nan Gezi/New Poems by Yang Liuzhi
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Wen
Original text:
A foot of crimson is better than dust, and the old is not as good as the new.
Acacia peach pit is hateful, and Xu Yuanlai has no one else.
A candle at the bottom of a well keeps Lang Changxing from going.
Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia?
2. Lovers' small parting poems untitled long before meeting her, but longer after parting Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Shangyin Original: Long before meeting her, but longer after parting, the east wind rises and a hundred flowers bloom.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . The sorrowful dynasty in Yulin Ridge: Song Author: Liu Yong Original: sorrowful, Changting is late at night, and the shower begins to rest.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? Queqiao fairy dynasty: Song Author: Qin Guan Original: Fairy, flying stars spread hate, dark.
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? Death, leaning against a dangerous building, breezy dynasty: Song Author: Liu Yong Original: leaning against a dangerous building, breezy.
Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke.
Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently? I'm getting drunk.
When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt.
It's worth getting tired for my coquetry. How many dynasties did the courtyard of Butterfly Lovers go deep? Author: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu Original: How deep is the courtyard, with piles of willow smoke and few curtains.
Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road. March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. Southern Song Dynasty Ci: Tang Dynasty Author: Original text: A foot of crimson is better than Song Chen, and the old things are not as good as the new ones.
Acacia peach pit is hateful, and Xu Yuanlai has no one else. A candle at the bottom of a well keeps Lang Changxing from going.
Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia?
3. What are the poems written by China people when they are homesick? In Li Bai, a poem written by China people when they are homesick is:
Flowers bloom into clouds,
Clouds are also in the shape of flowers in Zhang Kaicheng.
The hometown of flowers is the soil deep in the soil.
The hometown of clouds,
This is a long distance.
A Little Parting is an urban family emotional drama produced by Ning Meng, directed by Wang Jun, written by He Qing, starring Huang Lei, Christina and Zifeng Zhang, and starring TFBOYS.
The play is adapted from the phenomenal novel Little Separation by writer Lu Yingong. Focusing on the Chinese-style parent-child relationship, it directly hits hot topics such as "the upsurge of international students" and tells the stories of three different families facing their children's enrollment, study abroad accommodation and adolescence.
4. What is the poem recited by Grandpa Duo Duo in TV series? Your child is not yours. The original author of the poem recited by Grandpa Zhong Duo in the story you mentioned is Ji Bolun. The original poem is as follows, without modification in the plot:
Your child, actually not your child,
They are children born of life's desire for themselves.
They came to this world through you, but not because of you.
They are by your side, but they don't belong to you.
What you can give them is your love, not your thoughts.
Because they have their own ideas.
You can shelter their bodies, but not their souls.
Because their souls belong to tomorrow, which you never dreamed of.
You can try your best to be like them,
But don't let them become like you,
Because life will not go backwards and will not stay in the past.
You are a bow, and your children are the arrows you shoot.
Archers look at the target on the way to the future,
He tried his best to pull you away, so that his arrow could shoot fast and far.
Bend happily in the hands of archers,
Because he loves the arrow that flies all the way and the bow that is extremely stable.
Please adopt it if it is useful.