1. Poems about breaking willows to say goodbye
Poems about breaking willows to say goodbye 1. The atmosphere moves the mind and the willows are green with spring.
——Bao Zhao's "Three Days Poems" 2. When the wicker branches are broken and the flowers fly away, I ask the passers-by whether they are returning home. ——"Farewell Poems" from Sui Zaqu Songs 3. The osmanthus leaves fall faintly, and the wicker branches on the galloping road are long.
There is a long way to go, so don’t forget to express yourself. ——Gu Yewang's "Fragrant Tree" 4. The spring breeze knows no pain and does not send away the green willow branches.
——Li Bai's "Lao Lao Pavilion Song" 5. The spring breeze outside the city blows the wine flag, and pedestrians wave their sleeves at sunset. There are countless trees on the streets of Chang'an, only separated by weeping poplar tubes.
6. Willows become songs, and peach trees learn embroidery. ——Yu Xin of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, "Spring Poems on Fenghe Zhaoxidong Road" 7. You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow - Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital.
Cen Shen 8. Fragmentally break the willow tree and send this to your lover. 9. Catkins fly in Jiangcheng in March, and tourists send people home after five years.
Therefore, I will shed tears of farewell and tears of hometown, and I will wet your clothes today. 10. The peach contains pitiful purple, and the willow hair is heartbroken and green.
——"Spring Poems" by Xiao Gang, Emperor Wen of Liang Dynasty 11. There are thousands of willows in the Qingjiang River, and the old Banqiao twenty years ago. I said goodbye to my lover on the bridge, and there is no news about him till now.
12. The dewy peach blossoms have not yet bloomed, and the willows are leaning against the wind. ——Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty, "Song of the Four Seasons: East Palace Spring" 13. The Wushan Gorge is long, and the weeping willows and weeping poplars are there.
With the same heart and the same fold, old friends miss their hometown. ——"Breaking Willows" by Xiao Yi, Emperor Yuan of Liang Dynasty 14. The willows hang green on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky.
When all the wicker branches are broken and the flowers fly away, I would like to ask the passers-by if they will return home? . ——"Farewell" by Anonymous Sui Dynasty 15. Where there are twists and turns, there is only resentment for parting.
——Cen Zhijing's "Breaking Willows" 16. No order to long for Acacia, break the willow branches. 17. Willows and trees in the east wind, green and green on the river.
The recent hardships are due to the many separations. 18. When the sun sets, the water flows from west to east, and the spring light will never end.
19. People say that willow leaves are like frowning brows, and even more, a sad heart is like willow silk. The willow silk pulls the broken heart and breaks the heart, and there should be no time for each other.
20. When the flowers are fluffy, I drink wine, and the plum blossoms suddenly enter my clothes. ——Liang Yuan Emperor Xiao Yi's "He Liu Shanghuang Chunri Poems" 21. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new.
I advise you to drink another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. 22. The sound of someone’s jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. 23. Where the world is sad, there is a pavilion to see off guests.
The spring breeze knows no pain and does not send away the green willows. 24. In the past, I left, and the willows lingered. Now I come to think about it, and the rain and snow are falling.
The journey is slow and full of hunger and thirst. My heart is sad, but I don’t know how sad I am.
25. Ba Anqing comes to say goodbye to each other, and we can’t bear to be together in spring. The flying catkins in my own house are still uncertain, and I am stumbling over the hanging threads to trip up passers-by. 2. The ancient poem about breaking willows to say goodbye
The ancient poem about breaking willows to say goodbye is "Listening to the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night".
The willow in "Breaking Willows to Say Farewell" refers to two things. One is the real willow tree outside the Great Wall, and the other is the bent willow tree.
It implies the homesickness of the soldiers guarding the border. 1. Original text: Hearing the flute in Luocheng on a spring night. The sound of someone’s jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luocheng.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. 2. Vernacular Translation Whose courtyard is it from whose courtyard the sound of the jade flute flies out? Melt into the spring breeze and fill the ancient city of Luoyang.
Who can not feel nostalgic for his hometown when he hears the music "Folding Willows" at night? 3. Creation background This poem was written by Li Bai when he visited Luocheng (i.e. Luoyang) in the 22nd year (734) or the 23rd year (735) of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. Luoyang was a very prosperous city in the Tang Dynasty and was called the Eastern Capital.
At that time, Li Bai was living in Luo City. He was probably in an inn. He accidentally heard the sound of the flute, which triggered his hometown sentiment, so he wrote this poem. 4. Introduction to the author Li Bai (701~762), also known as Taibai, also known as Qinglian Jushi.
He is the most unique and greatest romantic poet after Qu Yuan. He is known as the "Immortal of Poetry" and is also known as "Li Du" together with Du Fu.
His poems are mainly lyrical, showing his arrogant spirit of contempt for the powerful, expressing sympathy for the suffering of the people, and being good at describing natural scenery and expressing his love for the mountains and rivers of the motherland. The poetic style is majestic and unrestrained, the imagination is rich, the language flows naturally, and the rhythm is harmonious and changeable. It is good at absorbing nutrients and materials from folk literature and art, myths and legends, forming its unique magnificent colors, and reaching the pinnacle of poetry art in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
There are more than a thousand poems and articles in existence, including 30 volumes of "Collection of Li Taibai". . 3. Ancient poems about breaking willows and saying farewell
"Hearing the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night" - Li Bai The sound of someone's jade flute flies darkly, spreading into the spring breeze all over Luo City.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. This poem expresses the author's homesickness caused by the sound of the flute when he was living in Luoyang in the dead of night. The first two sentences describe the sound of the flute spreading throughout Luoyang City with the spring breeze, and the last two sentences describe the homesickness caused by hearing the flute.
The whole poem is tied to the word "hear" to express one's own feelings of listening to the flute. Reasonable use of imagination and exaggeration makes the emotion straightforward, sincere and full of implications, which is endlessly memorable. Luocheng: Luoyang, now part of Henan.
Jade flute: a flute made of jade or forged jade. Jade: refers to jade.
Dark flying sound: The sound comes from nowhere. Man: used here as a verb to spread throughout.
Wen: listen; hear. Zheliu: It is the flute tune "Zheyangliu", the name of Yuefu's "Drum and Horn Horizontal Blowing Music".
, hometown: refers to hometown, hometown. 4. An ancient poem about breaking willows to say goodbye
Li Bai's "Hearing the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night": "The sound of someone's jade flute flies darkly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luo City.
This nocturne When I hear the broken willows, no one can forget the love of my hometown. "Liu Yuxi's "Poems of Willow Branches": "The spring breeze blows wine flags outside the city, and pedestrians wave their arms to the west.
There are endless trees on the streets of Chang'an, but only hanging trees. "Yang Guan Farewell." The sunset flows from west to east, and the spring light is endless.
It is raining in Wu'e Temple, and the wind is blowing diagonally in front of Song Yu's house. Don't mind the elm pods vying for green, and the deep red contrasting with the peach blossoms.
There are tens of thousands of trees in the south of Han Dynasty in Bashang, and a few people are traveling and leaving. Where the world is sad, there is a pavilion to see off guests.
The spring breeze knows no pain and does not send away the green willows. Wushan and Wu Gorge are long, with weeping willows and weeping poplars.
Being of the same mind and folding together, old friends cherish their hometown ("Breaking Willows" by Xiao Yi, Emperor Yuan of Liang Dynasty) Wu Wenying's "Wind into the Pines": "The dark green in front of the building carries the road, a trace of willow, an inch of tenderness." When drinking wine, plum blossoms suddenly enter the clothes (Liang Yuan Emperor Xiao Yi's "He Liu Shang Huang Chun Ri Poem") Willows become songs, Pu Tao learns embroidery (Northern Zhou Yu Xin's "Fenghe Zhao Xidong Road Spring Poem") Willows are trees in the east wind, and the green is sandwiched by the river. .
The recent hardships are due to the many separations. The willows are full of smoke in the spring, and they climb and break every year for pedestrians.
The good wind and suave air can be found on low branches, and don’t use black hair to sweep away road dust. The willows are green and hanging on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky.
When all the wicker branches are broken and the flowers fly away, I would like to ask the passers-by if they will return home? ("Farewell" by Anonymous, Sui Dynasty) Willow branches, Fragrant Fei Festival, a hateful gift for farewell every year. A leaf suddenly announces autumn with the wind, even if you come, it will not be broken.
The osmanthus leaves fall faintly, and the wicker branches grow along the Chi Road. It is doubtful that the road is far away, so don't forget each other when using the watch (Gu Yewang's "Fangshu") Zhang Ji's "Thoughts on a Journey in Jibei": "The willows outside the guest pavilion have broken all their branches toward the south."
Zhou Bangyan's "Lanling King": "The willow shades are straight, and the smoke is green. I have seen it several times on the Sui embankment, and the water is floating in the water.
... Changting Road, the year has passed. At the end of the year, the branches should be more than a thousand feet tall. "The willows in the long pavilion are connected by the Yin River.
The rain rubs the golden strands thinly, and the smoke is soft and green. Seeing off guests brings new regrets, listening to orioles reminisce about old travels.
How can we get late autumn if we get more gifts as gifts? . 5. Poems about breaking willows to say goodbye
Poems about breaking willows to say goodbye: 1. Li Bai's "Remembering Qin'e" The sound of the flute swallowed, Qin'e dreamed of cutting off the moon in the Qinlou.
The moon in the Qinlou is like a willow color every year, and the mausoleum is sad to say goodbye. Le Youyuan ⑤ It is the Qing Dynasty Autumn Festival, and the sound of Xianyang's ancient road is completely lost.
There is no sound, the west wind is lingering, and the Han family mausoleum is still there. 2. Yang Juyuan's "The Willows of Ba'an Leave a Farewell to Zheng Yuanwai" The willows contain smoke in the spring of Ba'an, and they climb and break every year for pedestrians.
The good wind and suave air can be found on low branches, and don’t use black hair to sweep away road dust. 3. Dai Shulun's "The Willows of the Changting Pavilion" The willows of the Changting Pavilion are washed by the water, and the water flows from the Yin to the Ba.
The rain rubs the golden strands thinly, and the smoke is soft and green. Seeing off guests brings new regrets, listening to orioles reminisce about old travels.
How can we get late autumn if we get more gifts as gifts? 4. Liu Yuxi's "Willow Branches" The spring breeze outside the city blows wine flags, and pedestrians wave their sleeves at sunset. There are countless trees on the streets of Chang'an, only separated by weeping poplar tubes.
5. "Willow Branches" by Zhou Dehua There are thousands of willow branches on the Qingjiang River, which was the old Banqiao twenty years ago. I said goodbye to my lover on the bridge, and there is no news about him till now.
6. Li Bai's "Lao Lao Pavilion" Where the world is sad, Lao Lao sees off guests at the pavilion. The spring breeze knows how to avoid bitterness and does not send green willow branches.
7. Luo Yin's "Liu" Ba Anqing comes to say goodbye frequently, and we can't stand each other until spring. The flying catkins in my own house are still uncertain, and I am stumbling over the hanging threads to trip up passers-by.
8. Zhou Bangyan's "King of Lanling·Liu" The willow tree is straight and the smoke is green. On the Sui Embankment, I have seen several times that the water is floating in the water to see people off.
Climb to see your homeland. Who knows Jinghua’s tired guests? Changting Road, every year, should have more than a thousand feet of flexible strips.
I was looking for old traces leisurely, and I was mourning while drinking wine, and I left the table under the light of the lamp. Pear blossom and elm fire promote cold food.
I am worried that the wind is fast with an arrow, and the waves are warm with half a pole. I turn around and count the posts after a long journey, looking at the people in the north. Sadness and hatred piled up.
Farewell to Pupu, Tianjin is silent. The setting sun slowly makes spring infinite.
Holding hands while thinking about the moon and pavilions, listening to the flute on the exposed bridge, thinking about the past, it’s like crying in a dream.
9. Liu Yong's "Rain Lin Bell" The chilling cicadas are mournful. It's late in the pavilion, and the showers have begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tents of the capital. Fang is nostalgic, and the orchid boat is breaking the hair. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, they are speechless and choked. Thinking about it. Thousands of miles of smoke, the dusk is sinking in the sky. Passionate since ancient times, it hurts to leave, and it is even more neglected in the Qingqiu Festival. Where can I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows, with the waning moon in the morning wind. After so many years, it should be a good time and a good scene in vain. There are thousands of ways. Customs, who can tell me more about it? 10. Ouyang Xiu's "Traveling on the Shasha" The plum blossoms in the waiting hall are withered, the willows on the creeks and bridges are thin, the grass is fragrant and the wind is warm and the bridle is swaying.
The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance continues like spring water. Every inch of the soft intestine is full of pink tears. Don't lean on the dangerous railing near the high building.
Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and travelers are outside the spring mountains. 11. Bai Juyi's "Eight Poems on Willow Branches" People say that the willow leaves are like sad brows, and even more sad like willow silk.
The willow silk pulls the broken heart, and there should be no hope for each other. 12. Li Bai's "Farewell at Jinling Wine Shop" The wind blows the fragrance of willow flowers all over the shop, and Wu Ji presses wine for guests to taste.
The disciples of Jinling came to see each other off, and they all had a drink if they wanted to do it or not. Please ask me about Dongliu Shui. I don’t know who is good or bad with it.
13. Du Mu's "Liu Chang Sen" The sunset flows from west to east, and the spring light will never end. It is raining in Wu'e Temple, and the wind is blowing diagonally in front of Song Yu's house.
It’s not too bad that the elm pods are full of green, and the deep red contrasts with the peach blossoms. There are tens of thousands of trees in the south of Han Dynasty in Bashang, and a few people are traveling and leaving.
14. Wang Zhihuan’s Farewell The willow tree is in the east wind, and the green river is sandwiched between it. The pain of climbing up and down recently is probably due to the many separations.
15. Pei said: "The willow tree is high and the dangerous building is low. How often can the Baqiao climb and break?" Thought is like a heartless tree, it welcomes people without understanding and only gives them away.
16. Liu's answer to Han Hong: Willow branches are beautiful and beautiful, but they are hateful to give away every year. A leaf suddenly announces autumn with the wind, even if you come, it will not be broken.
17. Cen Shen is sent to Wu Biejia in Huaizhou. The willow branches on Bashan are yellow, and the Nuotou wine is fragrant. The spring water makes the horse go away, and the evening rain wets the luggage.
The Yi Road leads to Hangu Valley, and from Zhoucheng to Taihang. People in Qinhuai are always happy, but Wang Xiang is not the best.
18. Willows on the Embankment by Dai Shulun Tens of thousands of weeping willow silks weave farewell when spring comes. At the place where passers-by climb and break, the concubine has her heart broken.
19. Two Farewell Suzhou poems by Liu Yuxi Outside the gate with flowing water, the autumn wind blows the willow branches. I've always been at the place where guests are seen off, but today I feel like I'm out of my mind.
20. Rong Yu recruited people to return home. In March, catkins flew in the river city, and in five years, tourists sent people home. Therefore, my tears of farewell and hometown tears will wet your clothes today.
21. Zhang Ji's Reminiscences of Far Away Travelers have not yet returned, and the sun is setting at the beginning of a journey of thousands of miles. I only love the two willow trees in front of my door, their branches and leaves are not separated from each other.
22. Bai Juyi's Eight Poems on Willow Branches People say that the willow leaves are like sad brows, and even more sad like willow silk. The willow silk pulls the broken heart and breaks the heart, and there should be no time for each other.
23. Li Bai’s Farewell at Jinling Wine Shop. The wind blows the willow flowers and fills the shop with fragrance. Wu Ji presses wine for guests to taste. The disciples of Jinling came to see each other off, and everyone drank wine if they wanted to do it or not.
Please ask me about the flowing water in the east. Do you want to tell me which one is short and long? 24. Du Mu's "Liu Chang Sen" The sunset flows from west to east, and the spring will never end.
It is raining in Wu'e Temple, and the wind is blowing diagonally in front of Song Yu's house. Don't mind the elm pods vying for green, and the deep red contrasting with the peach blossoms.
There are tens of thousands of trees in the south of Han Dynasty in Bashang, and a few people are traveling and leaving. 25. Bai Juyi presented it to Magistrate Zhou on March 28th. After three days of melancholy in the spring, I asked Zhou Lang if he remembered it when he was drunk.
Catkins are given to people to persuade people to drink. I left Dongdu last year and today. 26. Meng Jiao Nanpu Chapter The peach blossoms in Nanpu are sub-red in water, and the catkins by the water are blown by the spring breeze.
The chirping of birds and the mist of smoke have sent me to the sad old man from afar. This old man has said goodbye to the young man, but he only remembers being in the deep mountains and deep valleys.
27. Li Bai Hearing the flute in Luo City on a spring night. The sound of someone’s jade flute flew darkly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luo City. In this nocturne, I heard the broken willows, who can't help but feel the love of my hometown.
28. Yong Tao's "The Bridge of Ending of Love" has always been the only thing that is difficult to end, so why is it called the Bridge of Ending of Love? From then on, he changed his name to Zheliu and allowed him to leave and hate him one by one.
29. Xu Hun's farewell (when all the prostitutes were farewell together) Tears ran along the red and pink wet towel, tied to the orchid boat to persuade him to drink frequently. A willow branch by the river is left, and there are still people traveling far away in the Ming Dynasty.
30. Li Shangyin's "Guanmen Willow" A row of willows beside the Yongding River, with long hair in spring. Traveling from east to west is unkind and does not reduce the dust on the road to Qingyin.
31. Shen Bin Farewell to Dumen. The willows on the shore are withered and the wild fields are blooming in autumn. Travelers from Dumen must not look back. A piece of water is as clear as a sword, and does not worry about being cut off by others.
"In the past, I went there, and the willows clung to me. Now I come to think about it, and the rain and snow are falling. I am delayed in walking, and I am hungry and thirsty.
My heart is sad, but I don’t know how sad I am. ."This poem is the most beautiful.
From "The Book of Songs·Xiaoya". 6. Poems about breaking willows to say goodbye
Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to deal with, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
——Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Lisi·Four" The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. ——Li Bai's "Yellow Crane Tower Sends Meng Haoran to Guangling" There are close friends in the sea, and they are like neighbors in the world.
——Wang Bo's "Send Off Du Shaofu's Appointment to Shuzhou" I advise you to have another glass of wine and go west to Yangguan without any old friends. ——Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song" Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot.
——Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower" It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet" Don't worry, there are no friends in the future, and no one in the world knows you.
——Gao Shi's "Second Farewell to Dong Da" The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. ——Yang Wanli "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" 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.
——Li Bai's "Yellow Crane Tower Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling" The grass grows in Liliyuan, withering and growing every year. ——Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Original Grass" by Bai Juyi: A career wrapped in a thick cloth, full of poetry and calligraphy.
——Su Shi's "Farewell to Dong Chuan" Those who abandon me cannot stay for yesterday's day. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to the School Secretary Shu Yun at Xuanzhou Xiezhen Tower" "The flowers shed tears when I feel sad, and the birds are frightened when I hate to see you farewell."
—— Du Fu's "Spring Outlook" We looked up to the sky and laughed and went out. How can we be the people of Penghao? ——Li Bai's "Farewell to Nanling and the Children Entering Beijing" Cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow again, and raise a cup to relieve sorrow and sorrow.
——Li Bai's "Farewell to the School Secretary Shu Yun at Xiezhen Tower in Xuanzhou" I looked back lazily at Huacong, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. ——Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Lisi·Part 4" The bright moon leaves the branches startled by magpies, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night.
—— Xin Qiji's "Moon on the West River·Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road" Autumn sails are far away on the Qingfeng River, and ancient trees are sparse beside Baidi City. ——Gao Shi, "Send Li Shaofu to be Demoted to Xia Zhong, Wang Shaofu to be Demoted to Changsha" When I was young, I left home and my boss returned, but his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded.
—— He Zhizhang's "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown·One" The mountains follow the plains and the fields end, and the river flows into the wilderness. ——Li Bai's "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate" I hate you not like the moon in the river, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, we can only accompany each other without separation.
——Lu Benzhong's "Picking Mulberries: Hating the King is Not Like the Moon over the River Tower" The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away. ——Cen Shen's "Bai Xuege Sends Judge Wu Back to the Capital" After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.
—— Yang Wanli's "Walking off from Jingci Temple to see off Lin Zifang at dawn" The mountain winding road turns around and you are nowhere to be seen, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow. ——Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" The yellow clouds are thousands of miles away, and the sun is shining brightly, and the north wind is blowing wild geese and snow.
—— Gao Shi's "Two Poems of Farewell to Dong Da" I entered Wu in the cold rainy night, and I saw off my guest Chu Shangu in the bright light. ——Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower" The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and Hutian blows snow in August.
—— Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" In the majestic and sad day, the sun is setting, and the whip is chanting to the east, pointing to the end of the world. ——Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·Part 5" The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and the willows are new.
——Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song" When a young man left his hometown and his elder brother returned, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. ——He Zhizhang's "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown" Don't lean on the railing when you are alone, your country is boundless, it is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others.
——Li Yu's "Lang Tao Sha Ling·Gurgling Rain Outside the Curtain" Penglai article Jian'an bone, with a small break in the middle and clear hair. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to the School Secretary Shu Yun at the Xiezhen Tower in Xuanzhou" There are towering trees in thousands of valleys and the sound of cuckoos in thousands of mountains.
—— Wang Wei's "Farewell to Zizhou Li Shijun" The water is like eye waves, and the mountains are like the gathering of eyebrows and peaks. ——Wang Guan's "Businessman: Sending Bao Haoran to Eastern Zhejiang" Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds are forming a sea tower.
—— Li Bai's "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate" The meaning of wandering in the clouds, the love of an old friend in the setting sun. ——Li Bai's "Send Off to a Friend" The spring grass will be green next year, will the king and grandson return? ——Wang Wei's "Farewell" The city gate assists the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke look out to Wujin.
——Wang Bo's "Send Off Du Shaofu's Appointment to Shuzhou" Inaction leads to the wrong road, and the children are stained with towels. ——Wang Bo's "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou" A river of water protects the fields and surrounds them with green, and two mountains with rows of gates bring green to them.
——Wang Anshi's "Book of Mr. Hu Yin's Wall" They are married as husband and wife, and there is no doubt about their love. ——Su Wu's "Leaving a Farewell Wife" He waved his hand and left, and his horse roared.
——Li Bai's "Send Off a Friend" The tung blossoms are thousands of miles away on the Danshan Road, and the young phoenix is ??clearer than the old phoenix. ——Li Shangyin's "Han Donglang impromptuly sent a poem to each other".
Only the moon in the spring garden is sentimental, just like falling flowers for people who are leaving. ——Zhang Bi's "Sending People" The snow falls one after another at the camp gate, and the wind blows and the red flag remains frozen.
—— Cen Shen's "Bai Xuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" Pingpingjiaojiao is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February. ——Du Mu's "Farewell·Ping Ping Niao Niao Thirteen More" Still pities the water of my hometown, and sees off the boat thousands of miles away.
——Li Bai's "Farewell at Crossing Jingmen" The farewell night at the Red Mansion is melancholy, with half-rolled incense lamps and tassel tents. ——Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·A Farewell Night at the Red Mansion is a Melancholy" Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds the east city.
—— Li Bai's "Farewell to a Friend" The mirror is in the morning, but the clouds on the temples have changed, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet." It's really hard to be apart, but not as good as meeting each other.
—— Yan Jidao's "Shengchazi·Guanshan Soul and Dreams" The world is thin and human nature is evil. When the rain comes and the evening falls, the flowers fall easily. ——Tang Wan's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix·The World's Love" is sentimental but annoyed by ruthlessness. Tonight is as long as last night.
—— Yuan Haowen's "Partridge Day·The lights in the waiting hall are dim and the rain brings coolness" The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and it is better to roll up the bead curtain. ——Du Mu's "Farewell·Pingping Niao Niao Thirteen and More" means to say goodbye to you, both are eunuchs.
——Wang Bo's "Farewell to Du Shaofu's Appointment in Shuzhou" At dusk, people were far away from the wine, and the sky was full of wind and rain as I went down to the west building. ——Xu Hun's "Farewell to Xie Ting" I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.
—— Cen Shen’s "Bai Xue Ge Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" has a special feeling in his heart. ——Li Yu's "Happy Meeting·Speechless Alone on the West Tower" Zigui is still crying for blood in the middle of the night, and he doesn't believe that the east wind can't call him back.
——Wang Ling's "Send Spring" I want to ask pedestrians where to go? The brows and eyes are full of beauty. ——Wang Guan's "Bu Shuzi·Send Bao Haoran to Eastern Zhejiang"? . 7. Poems about breaking willows to say goodbye
Poems about breaking willows to say goodbye 1. The willows are green and hanging on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky.
When all the wicker branches are broken and the flowers fly away, I would like to ask the passers-by if they will return home? ——Anonymous "Farewell" of the Sui Dynasty 2. The peach contains pitiful purple, and the willow hair is heartbroken and green. ——"Spring Poems" by Xiao Gang, Emperor Wen of the Liang Dynasty 3. When the sun sets, the water flows from west to east, and the spring light will never end.
4. The morning rain in Weicheng is lightly dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.
5. When all the wicker branches are broken and the flowers fly away, I would like to ask the passers-by whether they have returned home. ——"Farewell Poems" from Sui Zaqu Songs 6. The spring breeze outside the city blows wine flags, and pedestrians wave their arms at sunset.
There are countless trees on the streets of Chang'an, only the weeping poplar tubes can separate them. 7. People say that willow leaves are like frowning eyebrows, and even more so, a sad heart is like willow silk.
The willow silk pulls the broken heart, and there should be no hope for each other. 8. There are thousands of willows in the Qingjiang River, and the old Banqiao was twenty years ago.
I said goodbye to my lover on the bridge, and there is no news about him till now. 9. The twists and turns are where there is only resentment and parting.
——Cen Zhijing's "Breaking Willows" 10. In the past, I left, and the willows lingered. Now I come to think about it, and the rain and snow are falling. The journey is slow and full of hunger and thirst.
My heart is sad, but I don’t know how sad I am. 11. Ba Anqing comes to say goodbye frequently, and we can’t bear to be together until spring.
The flying catkins in my own house are still uncertain, and I am stumbling over passers-by by arguing with them. 12. Willows and trees in the east wind, green and green on the river.
The recent hardships are due to the many separations. 13. If you don’t want to grow lovesick, break the willow branches.
14. The sound of someone’s jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City. In this nocturne, I heard the broken willows, who can't help but feel the love of my hometown.
15. Willows become songs, and peach trees learn embroidery. ——Yu Xin of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, "Spring Poems on Fenghe Zhaoxidong Road" 16. The spring breeze knows how to leave the bitterness and does not send away the green willow branches.
(m.fwsir.com) - Li Bai's "Song of Lao Lao Pavilion" 17. Where the world is sad, Lao Lao sees off guests at the pavilion. The spring breeze knows how to avoid bitterness and does not send green willow branches.
18. When the flowers are fluffy, I drink wine, and the plum blossoms suddenly enter my clothes. ——Xiao Yi, Emperor Yuan of Liang Dynasty, "Poems of Huang Chunri with Liu Shang" 19. Catkins fly in the river city in March, and tourists send people away after five years.
Therefore, I will shed tears of farewell and tears of hometown, and I will wet your clothes today. 20. The Wushan Gorge in Wushan is long, with weeping willows and weeping poplars.
With the same heart and the same fold, old friends miss their hometown. ——"Breaking Willows" by Xiao Yi, Emperor Yuan of Liang Dynasty.