1. Poems about separation from lovers
Poems about separation from lovers 1. Poems about separation from lovers
Throughout the ages, there have been many poems about separation from lovers. Here are some examples of the more famous ones.
1. Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North" - It is generally believed to be a letter written by Li Shangyin, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, who lived in a foreign land of Bashu and wrote to his wife in Chang'an. It is expressed in the form of seven-character quatrains. The whole poem is: When you ask about your return date, you have not yet heard of it. The night rain in Bashan fills the autumn pond.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? 2. "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" by Zhang Jiuling - is a poem about missing people far away on a moonlit night.
The whole poem is: The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night.
When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep.
It should be noted that the "lover" in this poem is not what we call a lover now, but the person who loves each other, which is what we now call a lover. 3. Bai Juyi's "Fu Degu. Grass. Farewell on the Plains" - This is a misunderstood poem. For some time, it was said to be a poem describing "grass" and was selected into primary and secondary school textbooks.
The whole poem is: The grass grows in Liliyuan, withering and growing every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green (emerald green) connects to the deserted city. I also sent the king and grandson away, full of love.
The first six sentences of this poem describe the scene, and the last two sentences highlight the theme, making people feel the desolation of parting from the desolation of the scenery. Some people have verified that the "Wang Sun" in this poem has a clear target, and should be Bai Juyi's early lover.
2. What are the poems about lovers parting from each other and missing their lover?
Farewell poems
1. It is difficult to say goodbye on the Qiu River, but the boat will be in Chang'an tomorrow.
2. An old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descended on Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
3. I want to say goodbye to you, both are eunuchs. There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world. If you do nothing, you will be on the wrong road, and your children will be stained with towels.
4. The bright moon is hidden in the tall trees, and the long river has no dawn. Youyou Luoyang said, when will this meeting take place?
5. I heard the wanderers singing songs of departure in the morning, and I first crossed the river with a slight frost last night. The swan geese can't bear to listen to the sorrow. The situation of Yunshan is like that of a guest.
6. The cold rain came into Wu at night, and I saw off my guests in Chushangu in the morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot.
7. I urge you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.
8. Still feeling pity for the water of my hometown, I send the boat sailing thousands of miles away.
9. If you are too drunk, you will have to say goodbye miserably. When you say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
10. Please ask me about the flowing water in the east. Do you want to know who is good or bad?
11. Li Bai was about to go on a boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me.
12. White jade and a glass of wine, green poplar in March. The spring breeze has lingered for a few days, and the hair on the temples has become silky.
13. This place is different, and I have to conquer thousands of miles. The wandering clouds convey the love of an old friend.
14. I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow. You can't be seen on the winding mountain road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
15. It’s dawn and I have a bright future, so I say goodbye to the old man alone.
16. The shadow of a solitary sail on the river as the sun sets, the green grass and endless love for Hunan.
17. Since ancient times, passion has hurt parting, and even more embarrassingly, it left the Qingqiu Festival in the cold.
18. It rains on the sycamore leaves at midnight, and the sound of the leaves is parting.
19. Candles are willing to say goodbye and shed tears for others until dawn.
20. A sad farewell to Nanpu, the west wind blows in autumn. My heart breaks when I see it, I am so happy not to look back.
3. Ancient poems describing the separation of lovers
1. "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou"
Wang Bo
The city gate assists the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke look out to Wujin.
I want to say goodbye to you, both are eunuchs.
There are close friends in the sea, and they are like neighbors in the world.
If you do nothing, you will go astray, and your children will be in trouble.
2. "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi"
Wang Wei
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willow-colored.
I advise you to drink another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.
3. "Farewell to the Capital of Wei Wan"
Li Qi
I heard the wanderers singing songs of departure in the morning, and I first crossed the river with a slight frost last night.
The swan geese can't bear to listen to the sorrow, and the situation of Yunshan is like a guest.
The dawn in Guancheng is getting colder, and the sound of the anvil is getting louder in the evening.
Don’t be a happy place in Chang’an, as time will be wasted easily.
4. "Farewell to a Friend"
Li Bai
Green mountains surround Beiguo, and white water surrounds the east city.
This place is different, and I have traveled thousands of miles alone.
The thoughts of wandering in the floating clouds, the love of old friends in the setting sun.
I waved my hand and went away, the horse roared.
5. "The Yellow Crane Tower Sends Meng Haoran to Guangling"
Li Bai
The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
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6. "Farewell"
Du Mu
Passionate but always seeming ruthless, I can't laugh in front of the bottle.
The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears for others until dawn.
7. "Farewell to Friends on the Huai River"
Zheng Gu
At the head of the Yangtze River, the willows are springing up, and the poplars are worried about killing the people crossing the river.
Several bagpipes left the court late, you went to Xiaoxiang and I went to Qin.
8. "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower"
Wang Changling
Entering Wu in the cold rainy night, I see off my guest Chu Shangu in the bright morning.
Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, with a heart of ice in a jade pot.
9. "Farewell"
Wang Wei
Let's see each other off in the mountains, the sunset covers the firewood.
The spring grass will be green next year, will the king and grandson return?
10. "Rain Lin Bell"
Liu Yong
The cicadas are mournful, it is late in the pavilion, and the shower has begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and even more embarrassing and neglecting the Qingqiu Festival. Where will you wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon! After so many years, it should be a good morning and a good scene. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
4. Poems about love and separation
Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yimao
(Su Shi) Ten years of life and death are blurry, without thinking , since unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely grave, no place to talk about 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 return to my hometown with a deep dream, and I am dressing up outside the small Xuan 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.
"Bu Shuzi" Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day, but I don’t see you. I drink water from the Yangtze River.
When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end?
I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love for you.
"The Book of Songs: Beifeng Beats the Drum"
Beat the drum and boring it, and use the troops enthusiastically. The city canal of Tuguo, I will travel south alone.
From Sun Zi Zhong, Ping Chen and Song Dynasty. If I don't return home, I will feel worried.
Love in the right place? Love and lose his horse? In order to seek it? Under the forest.
The agreement between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together.
I am so rich, but I can’t live without you. Yu Xunxi, I don’t believe you.
"Shangxie"
Shangxie! I want to know you and live a long life.
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!
"Magpie Bridge Immortal"
Qin Guan-
The clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back! If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
"Yan Qiu Ci"
Yuan Haowen
Asking what love is in the world, it directly teaches the promise of 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. If you don’t believe it, the orioles and swallows are all in the dust.
For thousands of years, in order to entertain the scholar, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.
"Li Si"
Yuan Zhen
Once upon a time, it was difficult to find water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Take the flower bush to look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
"Butterflies in Love with Flowers"
Liu Yong
Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking forward to the sorrow of spring, and the gloomy sky. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word as to who would lean on the fence. I plan to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the strong music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
5. Poems about the sadness of parting from a lover
1. Poems: There is a pond full of water, and the pulse is speechless.
From: Han Dynasty·Anonymous "Altair"
Definition: Separated on both sides of the clear and shallow Milky Way, they look at each other affectionately and gaze at each other wordlessly.
2. Poetry. I have slept alone for half my life, and the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood.
From: Qing Dynasty Nalan Xingde's "The Poppy: Meet Again in the Deep of Qulan"
Explanation: After separation, I only felt lonely for half my life, and my pillow was already stained with tears.
It is most desolate and cold, in the quiet moonlight.
3. Poetry: Who has sex with wine and poetic love? Tears melt and the remaining pink flowers are heavy.
From: Song Dynasty·Li Qingzhao's "Die Lian Hua·Warm Rain and Sunny Wind First Breaks the Freeze"
Interpretation: If your lover is not around, who can you discuss poetry with over wine? Tears flowed down her cheeks, smearing the powder on her face.
4. Poetry: The flowers look at each other without saying a word, and the spring outside the green window has nothing to do with the sky.
From: Modern Dynasty·Wang Guowei's "Butterfly Love Flower·Reading the Pain of Parting at the End of the World"
Interpretation: Recalling the time when I parted from her under the flower, I was relatively speechless, only choked by the sorrow of separation. In the chest, only the green window and the blue sky remain as before, but it is no longer the scenery back then.
5. Poetry: After saying farewell to the green horses outside the willow tree, I part ways with the red mantle by the water, feeling sad and secretly startled.
From: Song Dynasty·Qin Guan's "Eight-Six Sons·Yiwei Pavilion"
Interpretation: When I think of the scene of parting on horseback outside the willow tree, I think of the red-sleeved beauty by the water I was deeply saddened by the separation.
6. Are there any poems about describing the mood of lovers when they are separated?
Yes.
1. The clouds on the temples and the fragrance of the pillow in the Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's pillow is fragrant, and the flowers are leaking in the path. We met as promised and chatted after dusk.
In the cold season, people are sick and drinking wine, pear blossoms are grown on the ground, and the east wind makes them thin all night long. Cover the silver screen and hang green sleeves.
Where the flute is played, the pulse is slightly amused. The moon is bright and red cardamom is broken, the moon is like that time, and the people are like that time? Translation: There is still lingering fragrance on the pillow, and there is still spring in the flower path.
The pear blossoms fell in the east wind overnight. I met her in a trance at dusk after being sick and drunk, as if I had come to the original meeting place, whispering under the sunset. But now the screen is hidden behind the scenes, and the shadows are scattered.
In the loneliness, the sound of the flute was heard again. At this time, the first moon shines on the red cardamom. We met under the moon then, but now the moonlight is still there, but the people are separated. Is she still the same as before? 2. Picking mulberry seeds was wrong at the time. Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde was wrong at the time and felt miserable.
Red tears secretly shed, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong. Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy date.
We say goodbye like this, the pear blossoms are gone and the moon turns to the west. Translation: Only now do I realize that I was wrong at that time. My heart was desolate and confused. Tears fell silently. All I saw was the spring breeze, but things were different from before.
Later I realized that there was no way around it, so I reluctantly said that we would meet again later. When we parted like this, the pear blossoms had fallen and the moon was already in the west of the sky. 3. Die Lianhua·The scenery in the eyes cannot be retained in the Qing Dynasty: The scenery in Nalan Xingde's eyes cannot be retained, the warmth and fragrance are gone again.
The wisps of smoke cover the road, and the weeping poplars are the acacia trees. The melancholy jade face becomes a barrier, why does the east wind not be the master of prosperity?
Even if the belt is broken, there are still begging sentences left, and the traces of Banzui are nowhere to be found. Translation: The beautiful scenery in front of him could not be retained. In the warmth and fragrance, he mounted his horse and went for a long journey.
I want to ask the willow silk to move to block his way forward, but the willow tree is not an acacia tree, how can it understand my sadness. I feel so painful and melancholy because we are so far apart. Why can't this east wind keep this old dream of prosperity?
There are still letters he wrote back then, but his horse has gone far away and he doesn’t know where he is now. 4. Huanxisha·Thousands of willows send horseshoes to the Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde sends horseshoes to horseshoes with thousands of willows, and the geese coming from the north fly south.
Who among the guests will change into spring clothes? The leisurely feelings of the past are finally reflected, and a spring dream chases the gossamer threads.
It’s been a while since I said goodbye. Translation: In the season of willow trees, I ride a horse and travel far. The geese that come from the north in spring all went to the south to spend the winter last year. The season has changed when I am alone outside. Who can pack my luggage for me and put on spring clothes for me? ? Since ancient times, leisure and leisure can only be pinned on the afterglow of the setting sun, and in this spring dream of mine, I chase the spider silk floating in the air.
I just sent a letter home, saying that I had been away from home for too long. 5. Happy meeting·Falling flowers are as melancholy as a dream. Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's falling flowers are as melancholy as a dream. The musk smoke is faint, and the setting sun dives to the west of the small building again.
Who knows if there is endless sorrow and weight loss? I taught the jade-cage parrot to read Lang's poems. Translation: The falling flowers are like smoke and dreams, sad and confused; the red sun is falling to the west of the small building, and the fragrance of musk orchids is floating in the room.
Infinite sorrow makes the face of the woman in the boudoir thin, but no one knows her sorrow. When I have nothing to do, I play with the parrot and teach it to recite the poems given to me by my lover.