1. Poems describing love between life and death
Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" (Ten years of life and death are boundless)
Ten years of life and death are boundless. Without thinking, you will never forget it. , A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, with no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
Last night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window, looking at each other speechlessly, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, there are short pine hills.
Song of Everlasting Regret_Ancient Poetry and Prose Network
Author: Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)
The emperor of the Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country, and he could not get it for many years. There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.
In the cold spring, bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat. The waiter helped her weakly, and it was the beginning of her new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early.
There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love her.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet. Sisters and brothers are all from the earth, poor and glorious.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but as girls. The blue clouds are rising from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere.
Slow singing, slow dancing, and silk and bamboo condensation, the king is not satisfied with it. Yuyang's flying dragon stirs the earth, shocking the colorful clothes and feathers.
Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses rode southwest. The green flowers swayed and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.
The Sixth Army had no choice but to turn around and die in front of the horse. There is no one to collect the flowers and leaves on the ground, and the green buds and jade are scratching their heads.
The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed. The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion.
There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin. The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with him day and night.
Seeing the moon in the palace makes me sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rain at night. The sky spins and the earth turns back to Long Yu. He hesitates and cannot go.
In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yu Yan died. The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes on, and looked eastward at the capital gate to return on horseback.
After returning, the ponds and gardens are still the same, with Taiye hibiscus and young willows. Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this?
The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away.
The disciples of Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e of Jiaofang is old. The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been used up before they can fall asleep.
The long night begins with bells and drums, and the stars are about to dawn. The mandarin duck tiles are frosty and heavy, and the emerald quilt is cold.
After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep. Linqiong Taoist priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity.
In order to appreciate the king's thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently. Empty and control the energy, it rushes like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth to seek everywhere.
The blue sky above and the yellow spring below are nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea. The mountain was in the ethereal place.
The exquisite pavilion is filled with five clouds, among which there are many fairies. One of them has a character called Tai Zhen, and his skin and appearance are all mixed.
Knock on the jade in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, and if you turn to the small jade, you will be rewarded with double success. Hearing that the Emperor of Han Dynasty envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent is frightened.
Wandering around while holding clothes and pushing pillows, the silver screen of beads and foil spreads out. The hair on the temples is half fresh and sleeping, and the flower crown is not neat when I come out of the hall.
The wind blows and the fairy mantle is fluttering, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers. The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are blurry. Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon are long in Penglai Palace.
Turning back and looking down at the world, Chang'an is nowhere to be seen, but dust and mist. But I will express my affection for old things, and send my hairpin to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces. But the teaching heart is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell message again with sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other. On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on the earth, I wish to be a twig. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever. 2. What are the words or poems about love that “will never give up until life and death”?
The words or poems about “love that never gives up until life and death” are as follows:
1. A broad life-and-death relationship, with your son. Cheng said. Hold your hand and grow old together. ——Anonymous "Drumming"
We have made an oath to live and die together and never be separated. Let me hold your hand and we go to the battlefield together in life and death.
2. Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but it was not clouds except Wushan. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. ——Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Lisi·Part 4"
Once you have been to the sea, you don't care about the water elsewhere; except for Wushan, the clouds elsewhere are not called clouds. I walked through the flowers in a hurry, not bothering to look back. The reason for this is partly because of the asceticism of the monks, and partly because of the you I once had.
3. After seeing each other again, we meet again and share our dreams with you. I only have a few silver photos left tonight, as if I was afraid that the meeting would be a dream.
——Yan Jidao, "Partridge Sky· Colorful Sleeves Holding the Jade Bell attentively"
Since that parting, I always miss that beautiful encounter and how many times I hugged you in my dreams. Tonight I hold up the silver lamp to take a closer look at you, fearing that this encounter will be in a dream again.
4. I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled·Last Night's Stars and Last Night's Wind"
There are no colorful phoenix wings on the body, and they cannot fly together; but in the heart, they are like a consonant, and their emotions are closely connected.
5. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig in the earth. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever. ?——Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
In the sky, I wish to be like two birds flying together, and on the ground, I wish to be like branches growing side by side. Even if it lasts forever, there will always be an end, but the hatred of life and death will never end.
6. I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love. ?——Li Zhiyi's "Businessman·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River"
I just hope that your thoughts are like mine, and you will definitely not live up to our longing for each other.
7. As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it. ——Zhang Xian's "Thousands of Years·Several Sounds"
If there is love in heaven, it will never grow old, and true love will never die out. A passionate heart is like a pair of silk nets with thousands of knots in the middle.
8. Life is a time to come back, and death is a longing for love. ——Su Wu "Leaving a Farewell Wife"
If I am lucky enough to be alive, I will definitely come back to you. If I unfortunately die, I will miss you forever.
9. When there is no end of the world, there is only endless love. ——Yan Shu's "Jade House Spring·Spring Hate"
No matter how far away the world is, there will be an end to it, but the sorrow of cherishing someone is infinitely long and has no end.
10. In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled: The Whispering East Wind and Drizzle"
Oh, my heart will no longer sprout with the spring flowers; lest every inch of my lovesickness turn into ashes.
11. There is love and infatuation in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. ——Ouyang Xiu, "Spring in the Jade House, Your Majesty's Preparation for the Date of Return"
Life is full of love, and love goes deep into infatuation. Don't worry about this misery. It has nothing to do with the breeze above the building and the bright moon in the sky.
12. Love is as deep as the ocean, and past memories are as far away as the sky. ?——Le Wan's "Bu Shuzi·Ta Shi"
The painful lovesickness after parting is as deep and boundless as the ocean, which makes oneself suffer. The beautiful past is like the clouds in the sky, far away.
13. The bonus is easy to fade like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like Nong's sorrow. ——Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poems: Mountains Full of Peach Blossoms"
A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was like the fleeting peach blossoms, and the infinite sorrow was like the endless river.
14. When you asked about the return date, the autumn ponds swelled with rain at night in Bashan. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? ?——Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North"
If you ask about the return date, it is difficult to say accurately. It rained heavily all night in Bashan and the autumn ponds were full. When will I return, I will cut the candles from the west window and tell my face to my face how bad the rain is at night in Bashan.
15. Don’t be afraid of the half-year-old music book, an inch away from the intestines with thousands of knots. ——Wei Zhuang's "Ying Tianchang· Farewell Half Year Old Music Book Jue"
I haven't received your letter six months after farewell, and my heart has been broken for you, and every inch is tied with thousands of things. Thousands of sorrows, every knot of sorrow tugs at my heart. 3. Ancient poems about love that lasts until death
The poppy love is only as thin as the pear blossoms, and the pieces fall off.
Why is the sunset approaching dusk? There are still unawakened souls in the world. The silver paper says goodbye to the dream at that time, and the secret ribbon is the same as the heart.
I am a dreamer for Yi Ban, and I always draw pictures to call out the truth at night. Wet Green Shirt. Mourning for death. I’ve been so sad lately. Who can tell me more about it? Educational sharing, green windows and red tears, early geese and early orioles.
I appreciated it at the time, but I have given it up now, which is a total loss of sentimentality. Suddenly I suspect that you have arrived, the wind blows from the painted lanterns, and I count the spring stars crazily.
Hua Tangchun has been a pair of people for a lifetime, competing for education and ecstasy. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring? It's easy to beg for blood from the blue bridge, but it's hard to run across the blue sea for medicine.
If you visit and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty. The phoenix holds the cup. If you keep the flowers, you can't complain about them flying away.
Xiangnan Garden, emotional Yiyi. It's a pity that the branches are red and white.
After spending the night in the rain, I left my clothes again. With the Zhu threshold, hold the gold.
I have been feeling melancholy for a long time. What's more, old love and new hate block the heart period.
Eyes full of emptiness are lovesickness. 4. Which poems describe the separation of life and death?
"Jiangchengzi, Dreams on the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yimao" written by Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty
Ten years of life and death are blurry, without thinking, since memorable. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Appreciation
When Su Dongpo was nineteen, he married Wang Fu, who was sixteen. Wang Fu was young and beautiful, and he served his relatives very filially. The two had a deep love for each other.
Unfortunately, destiny is unpredictable, and Wang Fu died at the age of twenty-seven. This was a huge blow to Dongpo, and the deep pain in his heart and mental pain are self-evident. Su Shi said in "The Epitaph of His Dead Wife Wang": "On Dinghai in May of the second year of Zhiping (1065), Su Shi's wife Wang (named Fu) from Zhao County died in the capital. In June of Jiawu, she was buried in the west of the capital. On Renwu next June, he will be buried eight steps northwest of the tomb of the late monarch and his wife, Kelongli, Anzhen Township, Pengshan County, northeast of Meizhou." In a calm tone, there was great sadness. In 1075 AD (the eighth year of Xining), Dongpo came to Mizhou. On the 20th of the first lunar month of this year, he dreamed of his beloved wife Wang, and wrote this poem: "There are sounds that can be heard in the sky, and there are tears that can be heard in the springs." "(Chen Shidao's words) And the mourning words passed down through the ages.
In the history of Chinese literature, starting from the "Jing", "poems of mourning" have appeared. From the emergence of mourning poems to Su Shi in the Northern Song Dynasty, the most famous mourning poems were written by Pan Yue of the Western Jin Dynasty and Yuan Zhen of the Mid-Tang Dynasty. Li Shangyin in the late Tang Dynasty also wrote a memorial work. Their works are poignant and moving. Some may write about being alone and desolate after the lover passes away, or seeing the relics and feeling sad; some may write about the rich and noble person recalling the past and sighing about the wretchedness of the world and the impermanence of destiny; The confusing words and colors are expressed, and it is heartbreaking to read. The use of words to express condolences was Su Shi's first creation. Compared with its predecessors, Su Shi's mourning work has different characteristics in its expressive art. This poem is "Remembering Dreams", and it clearly writes about the day of the dream. But although it is said to be "remembering dreams," in fact, only the five sentences in the second part are about dreams. The rest are all about expressing feelings and sorrow. They are written in a sincere, simple, sad and touching way. 5. What are the words or poems about love that will last forever?
Since love will last forever, casual love poems cannot be used.
Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, except Wushan, it was not a cloud. < /p>
The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder in winter shakes the rain and snow in summer, and the heaven and earth are united, I dare to be with you
(This article is an eternal masterpiece)
Ten The years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them.
(We can’t let go of the separation between life and death)
I often envy the jade man in the world, and the heaven should beg for the sweet lady. The clear song of the road spreads to the white teeth, the wind blows, the snow flies and the sea of ??flames becomes cool.
After returning from thousands of miles away, my face becomes less and less beautiful, and my smile still carries the fragrance of plum blossoms. I asked if Lingnan was not good, but he said: This place where I feel at ease is my hometown.
(One of Su Shi's friends was demoted, but his concubine never left him. "This is my hometown", what a heart-warming words)
Farewell Later, we met again and again, and shared my dreams with you several times. I only have a few silver photos left tonight, as if I was afraid that the meeting would be a dream.
(Yan Xiaoshan’s classic work. The pain of having true love but not being able to stay together) 6. Poems about love that travel through thousands of years
Shangxie
I want I know you well, and my life will never end.
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!
Yanqiu Ci
Yuan Haowen
Asking what love is in the world, it tells you about life and death.
Traveling all over the world, Lao Wing has been experiencing the cold and heat several times.
Happiness is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more idiotic children in it.
You should say something, the clouds are thousands of miles away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains, only the shadow is going to whom.
On Hengfen Road, the loneliness was like the flute and drum, and the desolate smoke was still plain.
How come the ghosts of the mountains cry secretly in the wind and rain?
The sky is also jealous, and if you don’t believe it, the birds and swallows will all turn into dust.
For thousands of years, in order to entertain the scholar, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu. 7. What are the poems that describe love?
1. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but you will never regret it, and you will feel haggard for love. - Liu Yong's "Feng Qiwu"
2. When will we know each other when we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night. - Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
3. Entering my lovesickness door, you know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless memories. -Li Bai's "Three Five and Seven Words"
4. The two parts are the same after a desolate farewell, the most overwhelming is the clear moonlight. -Nalan Xingde's "Yu Meiren"
5. Since the king came out, the bright mirror will not cure the darkness. Missing you is like running water, there is no end to it. -Xu Qian's "Room Thoughts"
6. The man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to pick green plums. ------Tang Li Bai's "Changgan Xing"
Interpretation: You come here on a bamboo horse, and we go around the well railing together and throw green plums to each other for fun.
7. If you don’t think about it for a day, you will have a thousand thoughts. ------"Day and Night Music" by Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty
Interpretation: If you don't think about him, you will frown a thousand times a day, let alone missing him?
8. On this day last year, in this door, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red color. I don't know where the human face went, but the peach blossoms still smiled in the spring breeze ------ "Ti Capital Nanzhuang" by Cui Hu of the Tang Dynasty
Definition: Last spring, just inside this door, the girl’s face reflected the bright peach blossoms.
When I come here again today, I don’t know where the girl has gone. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
9. When the sun rises in the east and rains in the west, is there no sunshine but sunshine? ------ "Bamboo Branch Ci" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
Definition: The sun rises in the east and rain begins in the west. It is said that there is no sunshine but there is still sunshine.
10. From now on, I have no intention of loving the good night and let him go down to the west building under the bright moon. ------"Writing Love" by Li Yi of the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: From now on, I no longer have the intention to appreciate the beautiful scenery on this good day, regardless of whether the bright moon sets on the west tower or not. 8. Ancient poems about love
The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it in the end, and I feel haggard for love. - Liu Yong's "Feng Qiwu"
When will we know when we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night. - Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
Entering the door of my lovesickness, I know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless love. - Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
You are like dust on the road, and I am like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet in harmony? -Cao Zhi's "The Moon Ascends a High Building"
After a desolate farewell, the two respond to each other, and the most indescribable one is the bright moon. - Nalan Xingde's "Yu Meiren"
Since the king came out, the bright mirror cannot cure the darkness. Missing you is like running water, there is no end to it. -Xu Qian's "Thoughts on the Chamber"
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set up the midnight. -Huang Jingren's "One of Two Qihuai Poems" (Better)
The fallen flower man is independent, and Wei Yuyan flies together. -Yan Jidao's "Two Poems of Linjiang Immortal"
The sycamore tree, the rain in the middle of the night, does not mean separation and love are suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky. - Wen Tingyun's "Third of Three Gengluozi Poems"
With tears in his eyes, he asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. - Ouyang Xiu's "One of Two Poems on Butterfly Love Flower"
The thin figure looks at herself in pity, as shown in the autumn water, you must pity me and I pity you. - Feng Xiaoqing's "Resentment"
Love is afraid of lovesickness. Looking forward to the long embankment, the grass is all red. It's so sad that it's moving, it's blue and falling in the yellow spring, it's hard to find two places.
-Zhu Yizun's "High Balcony"