1. butterfly lovers read Endless Farewell.
Qing Dynasty: Wang Guowei
After reading all the bitterness of leaving this world, there are still so many scattered flowers that do not return. Flowers have nothing to say, and the green window is spring.
I will tell you under the acacia lamp that I have new love and old hatred for Qian Qian. Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.
2. Bodhisattva-level people, what made you leave so easily?
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Ask why you are suicidal, and how many months can you get together a year? Willow looks like silk at first glance, so the garden is in late spring.
Spring can't come back, and two oars separate the pine flowers. The old story was driven away by the cold wave, and the crying and hatred have not disappeared.
3. Old parting
Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang
Clear smoke and desert willow, not the parting wine.
More points out the jade whip cloud, heartbroken Jiangnan spring scenery
4. Ancient parting
Southern and Northern Dynasties: Jiang Yan
The beloved will be far away from Yanmenguan, so we have no choice but to say goodbye.
The sky in the sky covers thousands of miles, the dust on the ground carries Huang Yun, and it's getting dark. When will the wanderer come back?
Farewell is like yesterday, and the eaves have been exposed.
Although the grass has withered, there is nothing to regret. I am worried about my lover in the distance, and I wonder if he is warm.
Love is far away, we are years old.
I wish I could see my face again, or Carida like Joan's branches.
I hope I can have something like Tu Youyou and Shuiping, and I will always be faithful to the people I love.
5. Old parting
Tang Dynasty: Guan Xiu
If you hate wine, you will get drunk.
I'm afraid that the Yangtze River water is full of tears for my children.
I'm not from this generation. Give someone an empty arm.
Meet again another day, and the breeze will move the world.
6. Yulin ridge, chilling and sad
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
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?
7. Say goodbye to the viceroy and go to Shu for his post.
Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
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.
8. Liang Zhu, windowsill, chrysanthemum, sadness, smoke, blue tears and dew.
Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know?
9. Shuidiao Song Tou Xuzhou Mid-Autumn Festival
Song Dynasty: Su Zhe
It's been too long since we broke up. It's the seventh Mid-Autumn Festival. Last year in the East, I looked at the moon and was depressed. Unexpectedly, on the mountain of Pancheng, an ancient Bianhe River drifted. Someone incited the fun, and the swan goose in the swan goose.
The guests in the living room are radiant. The moon is ruthless and unwilling to stay heavy. There are drinkers tonight, and they will live on the boat tomorrow night. It's sad to be apart. I'm afraid Rainbow will, so I don't go home, so I have to go upstairs.
10. Huanxisha has always been young and limited.
Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
I've always been young and limited, and it's easy to get hooked when I'm free. I don't want to talk frequently at banquets and songs.
It is better to pity the people in front of you than to miss the mountains and rivers.
2. The classic poems of "Where are you going" describe the classic poems of "Where are you going" including:
1, Three Mourning Poems of Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty (Part Two)
Original text:
I used to joke that it was behind us, but now it is in front of us as you said. The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.
Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you. No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
Translation:
We used to joke about the arrangement behind it, but now it's all presented as you said. The clothes you wore are almost finished, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.
I like my servant very much because I miss you. I dreamed of you many times, and I burned paper and money for you. Everyone knows that couples will always be sad, and it is extremely sad to think of many past events.
2. Sidi Township of Weizhuang in the Five Dynasties.
Original text:
Autumn outing, colorful flowers.
Love deeply, tears streaming down my face, I hope I can't leave my sadness.
I can't bear to say goodbye until the landslide stops!
Translation:
In autumn, the falling petals are scattered on the ground, and the boy and girl will be separated.
Two people have deep feelings, tears streaming down their faces, and they don't want to be separated.
I hope that if we want to part, we will wait until the landslide stops.
3. Su Shi's "Recalling Dreams in the First Month of Jiang" in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Original text:
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.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Translation:
It's been ten years since you and I said goodbye, but it's still hard to look at each other after all. Thousands of miles away, that lonely grave has nowhere to pour out its sadness to you. Even if the husband and wife met, you wouldn't recognize me. I'm covered in dust and my temples are like frost.
Last night, I dreamed of going back to my hometown, and you were dressing in front of the cabin window. You and I are silent and sad, only tears flow thousands of lines. It is expected that the place where I missed her in the past was on the short Songshan Mountain on a bright moon night.
4. Yuan Haowen of Jin Dynasty asked "Touching Fish and Qiu Yan's Ci"
Original text:
Ask the world, what is love, teaching life and death? Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times. Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school. You should have a sentence: Wan Liyun, Qian Shan Muxue, who are you only looking at?
Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat. What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots. The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess. For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.
Translation:
Oh, my God. Excuse me, what love makes these two geese treat each other with life and death? Fly north and south with me, the distant capital, let it be hot in Leng Xia in winter, and still love each other. Although flying with me is happy, parting is really painful.
At this moment, I know that this spoony double goose is more spoony than spoony children in the world! The lover who was inseparable has passed away. The real goose should know in her heart that this trip to Wan Li is lonely and the future is long. Every year, they fly to Wan Li and Qian Shan, and at dusk, they lose the love of their lives and are lonely. What's the point even if they live alone?
This watershed area used to be a place for Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty to play. Whenever Emperor Wu goes out for a patrol, it is always noisy with gongs and drums. It's cold smoke and cold grass now, and it's a depression. Emperor Wu died, and evoking souls is of no help. The mountain gods cried in vain, and the dead are gone!
Even heaven is jealous of the affection of these two geese who are committed to life and death. A double-hearted goose will never turn to dust after death like a swallow. Will be remembered forever after death. Singing and drinking, visiting the former site of Qiu Yan cemetery to pay homage to the couple's souls.
5. "Magnolia, Antique Words, Friendship and Cambodia" by Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty
Original text:
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind. It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan language stops midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
Translation:
Getting along with the right person should always be as sweet, warm, affectionate and happy as when we first met. But you and I should love each other, but why should we leave each other today? It's easy to change your heart now, but you say it's easy to change your heart in this world.
Just like Tang He, you and I swore a life-and-death oath in the Palace of Eternal Life, but we finally said goodbye. Even so, we don't have any resentment. But how can Tang compare with that year? He has always made a vow to be a pair of birds and connect the branches with Yang Yuhuan.
3. What are the poems about "parting of life and death"? 1, "Spring in the Yulou" Changting Road, a piece of green grass in Yan Shu, is easy to throw away when you are young.
The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower. Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time. 2, "Wang Yanshi" Wang Jian looked at his husband Jiang Youyou; A woman turned to stone and never looked back.
After days of rain, pedestrians turn to stones. 3, "Jiangchengzi" Qin Guan Xicheng Liu Yang get spring meat.
Stay away from troubles. Tears can't be collected.
I still remember my feelings. I once went back to the boat for the department. In the days of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water flowed in vain.
Youth is not for teenagers. Hate you.
When do you rest? When the flying catkins fall, they climb the stairs.
Being on the riverside, I shed tears and have a lot on my mind. 4, "Yulinling" Liu Yong is cold, Changting is too late.
At the beginning of the shower, the doors are empty, the party is lingering, and the blue boat is urging. 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. Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is more comparable. It is also a cold autumn festival.
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.
There are many kinds of customs, who can say! 5. "Chitose" Zhang Xian counted the thrushes. Also report to Fang Fei.
Cherish the spring and break the red. The rain is small and the wind is fierce, and the plum blossoms are green.
Yongfeng willow, no one flies all day. Don't fiddle with the strings.
Bitter to say. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break.
The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. The night has passed and the east window is not white.
4. Personally, I admire Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.
Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
Yan Shu
On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off. The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower. Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
Lapierre de la Tente
Wang Jian
Wangfu, the river is long; A woman turned to stone and never looked back. After days of rain, pedestrians turn to stones.
Nine Unique Works for Yaqing
Hu Chu
Why don't you wear a red skirt in the back of the car when you go for a walk in Dongshan Cloud? Luo Yiquan was in tears, so he kept silent and gave it to the king. You live in a painted building by the river, and my concubine lives in a cape to send tide. There are my homesick tears in the tide, but they don't flow in front of the building. My concubine is willing to draw a picture for the cloud, and you promise to see her come home on the 10th. I'm afraid you'll look back at the high city and lean against the tower to watch the sunset.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Nalanxingde
Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. One night is like a ring, and the evening is a sigh. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice. Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.
Tallest building
Cheng Gai
Old worries, two eyebrows shy said. Remember for a long time, swim shoulder. The skirt covers the stockings and peach blossoms, and the thin shirt lightly fans the apricot blossom building. Travel several times, get drunk several times, stay several times. Unexpectedly, the spring breeze is broken. Unexpectedly, the clouds also dispersed. Old days are easy, but hate is hard to pay. Bees don't understand people's sufferings and swallows don't understand people's worries. When will the old love be over?
The grass is withering and the sun is setting.
With whom? The water in the West Lake is the tears of acacia.
Jiangchengzi
Qin Guan
Willow trees in the west city make spring soft. Stay away from troubles. Tears can't be collected. I still remember my feelings. I once went back to the boat for the department. In the days of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water flowed in vain. Youth is not for teenagers. Hate you. When do you rest? When the flying catkins fall, they climb the stairs. Being on the riverside, I shed tears and have a lot on my mind.
A clump of flowers
Zhang Xian
When was Gao Huaiyuan poor? There seems to be nothing more powerful than love in this world! The sadness of parting is implicated in countless wicker entanglements, not to mention the weeping willows in East Street. Ride away, the dust is constantly, where to recognize lang trace. Dissolution of binary pond liquid. Small radial communication between north and south. The ladder on the falcon pavilion has been removed, and after dusk, I still face the curtain alone and look at the oblique moon on it. It's better to hate your guts than to marry Dongfeng. Think about it carefully.
Red autumn ear
Zhang Xian
Count the thrushes. Also report to Fang Fei. Cherish the spring and break the red. The rain is small and the wind is fierce, and the plum blossoms are green. Yongfeng willow, no one flies all day. Don't fiddle with the strings. Bitter to say. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. The night has passed and the east window is not white.
5. What are the poems describing human life and death?
1. Qingyang Changting Road, it is easy to throw people away when you are young. The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower. Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time. -Song Yan Shu's "Yu Lou Chun"
2. Look at her husband, Jiang Youyou; A woman turned to stone and never looked back. After days of rain, pedestrians turn to stones. -Wang Jian's Wang Fushi
3. When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. I wonder what year it is today. I want to ride home in the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold. Dancing and watching shadows is like being on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate. Why leave? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people live a long life. -stone "water tune"
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! . -Li Shangyin's Untitled was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up in the Tang Dynasty.
5. Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is thin, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, who will lean on the bar and be silent? I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret the widening of my belt, because I am haggard for Iraq. -Liu Yong's Wu Fengqi
A, Qingyang Cao Fang Changting Road is easy to walk when young. The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower. Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
1. Source: Yu Lou Chun by Shu.
2. Interpretation: Walking in the east, I feel that the scenery is getting better and better, and the ship is driving on the water that suddenly ripples. The light cold of dawn hangs over the willows, only watching the red apricots bloom. Life is always full of resentment, too much pain and too little happiness. Who loves her daughter but despises a beautiful woman with a charming smile? Hold a wine lamp for you to persuade the gold to set the sun, and leave a sunset glow for the party to the flowers.
Second, look at her husband, Jiang Youyou; A woman turned to stone and never looked back. After days of rain, pedestrians turn to stones.
1. Source: Wang Jian's Wang Mi Shi
2. Interpretation: A woman is standing by the river, looking at the running water, thinking of her husband and looking forward to his return every day. Finally turned into a stone, still waiting day and night, passers-by heard the whisper of the stone.
3. When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. I wonder what year it is today. I want to ride home in the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold. Dancing and watching shadows is like being on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate. Why leave? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people live a long life.
1. Source: Shi's "Water Tune Song Tou"
When will the bright moon appear? I asked the sky with a cup. I don't know what year and month it is in the celestial fairy palace. I want to go back to the sky in the cool wind (as if I had come down from the sky to the earth, so I said "go home"). I'm afraid of coming to the beautiful moon palace made of jade. It's too cold at high altitude (it is said that the moon palace is called Guanghan Palace). In imagination, dancing to the moon, the shadow is clear with people, as if riding the cloud against the wind, being in the sky, where is the upper body on earth! The moon turned the scarlet attic and hung low on the carved window, shining on people who were not sleepy. The bright moon shouldn't have any resentment against people, but why is it round and bright when relatives leave? People have changes in joys and sorrows, and the moon also has changes in sunny and rainy days. This kind of thing has been difficult to be comprehensive since ancient times. I only hope that the people I miss will live a long and healthy life. Although they are thousands of miles apart, they can enjoy the beautiful moon.
Fourth, the time was long before I met her, but it was even longer after we parted. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. 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! .
1. Source: untitled time was long before I met her, and even longer after we broke up, Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation: The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to leave when leaving. Besides, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to harvest, which is even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes. Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.
Five, leaning on the dangerous building, looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, who will lean on the bar and be silent? I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret the widening of my belt, because I am haggard for Iraq.
1. Source: Wu Fengqi by Liu Yong.
2. Interpretation: The spring wind blows gently, so gentle. With sadness, I looked into the distance, and the empty vilen was boundless. Spring grievances are inextricably linked, and the setting sun shines obliquely on the blue grass, hazy, and the scenery is even more sad and blurred. I stood there in silence for a long time. Who can understand my thoughts at this time? I was going to get drunk and get drunk to relieve my depression. But singing and dancing about wine, although pretending to be happy, is boring. Because of acacia, but for you, I would rather endure everything, getting thinner day by day and haggard again and again.
6. The poem of parting between life and death personally admires Bai Juyi's everlasting regret song Yulouchun Yan Shu Xiangyang Fangcao Changting Road, which is young and easy to give up.
The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower. Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time. Wang Fushi Wang Wang Jian Wang Fu, Jiang Youyou; A woman turned to stone and never looked back.
After days of rain, pedestrians turn to stones. Nine unique for Yaqing Hu to go to Dongshan to walk in the clouds, why not upload a red skirt in the car behind? Luo Yiquan was in tears, so he kept silent and gave it to the king.
You live in a painted building by the river, and my concubine lives in a cape to send tide. There are my homesick tears in the tide, but they don't flow in front of the building.
My concubine is willing to draw a picture for the cloud, and you promise to see her come home on the 10th. I'm afraid you'll look back at the high city and lean against the tower to watch the sunset.
Love recent flowers, Nalan's virtue is the most difficult and pity Tian Yue. The night is like a ring, and the evening becomes a sigh. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice.
Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.
The tallest building is covered with old worries and blushes. Remember for a long time, swim shoulder.
The skirt covers the stockings and peach blossoms, and the thin shirt lightly fans the apricot blossom building. Travel several times, get drunk several times, stay several times.
Unexpectedly, the spring breeze is broken. Unexpectedly, the clouds also dispersed.
Old days are easy, but hate is hard to pay. Bees don't understand people's sufferings and swallows don't understand people's worries.
When will the old love be over? The grass is withering and the sun is setting.
With whom? The water in the West Lake is the tears of acacia. Jiangchengzi Qin Guan Xicheng Liu Yang makes spring soft.
Stay away from troubles. Tears can't be collected.
I still remember my feelings. I once went back to the boat for the department. In the days of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water flowed in vain.
Youth is not for teenagers. Hate you.
When do you rest? When the flying catkins fall, they climb the stairs.
Being on the riverside, I shed tears and have a lot on my mind. A bunch of flowers made Zhang Xian hurt Gao Huaiyuan when he was poor.
There seems to be nothing more powerful than love in this world! The sadness of parting is implicated in countless wicker entanglements, not to mention the weeping willows in East Street.
Ride away, the dust is constantly, where to recognize lang trace. Dissolution of binary pond liquid.
Small radial communication between north and south. The ladder on the falcon pavilion has been removed, and after dusk, I still face the curtain alone and look at the oblique moon on it.
It's better to hate your guts than to marry Dongfeng. Think about it carefully. Chitose Zhang Xian counted stingrays.
Also report to Fang Fei. Cherish the spring and break the red.
The rain is small and the wind is fierce, and the plum blossoms are green. Yongfeng willow, no one flies all day.
Don't fiddle with the strings. Bitter to say.
The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
The night has passed and the east window is not white.