The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.
The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.
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The bonfire is in the west of the city 100 feet, and you sit alone in the sea breeze and autumn at dusk.
Guan Shanyue, who plays Qiangdi, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li.
Give one of two songs on behalf of others.
Upstairs, I want to rest at dusk, and the jade ladder is like a hook.
Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze.
Leyouyuan scenic spot
With the shadow of dusk in my heart, I drove forward in the grave of my friends;
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Yamagata Xiaomei
All the fragrant people shook off their brilliance and occupied all the amorous feelings of the small garden.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars.
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Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to wind and rain.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.
Scattered into mud, rolled into dust, only fragrance remains.
A butterfly in love with flowers
There are weeping willows outside the building,
Want to be young, stay less in spring, let's go.
Wandering catkins in the wind,
Follow the spring and see where to go.
Green mountains and green waters smell Du Yu,
He is heartless, and Mo Ye is miserable.
Send wine to Chunchun Silence,
It rained at dusk.
Give birth to a son Yuanxi
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
2. The poem describing homesickness is 1. There is no mood in Doumen's account, and there is homesickness, which Lanzhou urges. -Liu Yong's Lin Yuling
There is no way to be sad here, now stay away from Changchun grass. -Li Bai's Song of Jinling Farewell to Fan Xuan
3. Pilgrims' hats are getting farther and farther under the green hills with the sunset. -Liu Changqing's "Send Master Che Ling"
4, the belt is getting wider and wider, I don't regret it. -Liu Yong's Wu Fengqi
5, life and death are rich, caring for each other. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -Anonymous The Book of Songs.
6. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, sooner or later. -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"
7. When will Acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
8, there are beautiful people, I don't forget, I haven't seen them for a day, and I want to be crazy. -Anonymous "Feng Qiuhuang Qin Song"
9, this time I leave you, it is wind, rain, night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends. -Zheng Chouyu's Farewell
10, enter my lovesick door, and know that my lovesick is bitter, long and short. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
1 1, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever. -Yuan Zhen's "Thinking from Four Poems"
12, when can we meet harmoniously if the road surface dust is raised and the cement is muddy? -Cao Zhi's "Tall Buildings and Bright Moon"
13, after the bleak farewell, the two should be the same, at most, they can't clear their grievances under the moon. -"The Mermaid" by Nalan Xingde
14, Huijun Mingzhu burst into tears, wishing she could not meet each other and get married. -Zhang Ji's Yin Jiefu
15, how to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. To this end, I begged the Buddha for 500 years and asked him to let us have a dusty relationship. -Xi Murong's A Flowering Tree
16, the remaining shadows are all people. How can we live together but not die? -Chen Hengke's "Portrait of Chunqi"
17, the acacia tree said it was acacia, and Shiro hated Mandy. -Liang Qichao's Zhi Zhu Ci in Taiwan Province Province
18, the mirror has been black since the princess came out. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time? -Xu Gan's Thinking in the Room
19, see each other, how heartless? -Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"
3. Nostalgia poems are anchored in Guazhou, between Guazhou and Yishui in Wang Anshi's Jingkou, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. Spring breeze is green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? On the morning of Shangshan, the priests were recruited, and the guests went to mourn their hometown. The crow flies in the Mao shop, and people swim in the Banqiao frost. Oak leaves fell on the mountain road, and flowers were clustered. Because of Ling Du's dream, Hongyan returned to the pond. Crossing the Han River [Early Tang Dynasty]
Now, when I meet people near my village, I'm afraid to ask the interviewees any questions: argent _ 1987- Senior Magician Level 7 12-6 18: 03-. Especially in ancient times when transportation and communication were extremely underdeveloped, once you leave your hometown, the road ahead is long. When will it be the year of return? Shanzhong, who will pass on the rural book? As a result, poets who are far away from home often feel sad, and beautiful and sad poems gush out and become popular poems for thousands of years.
Touch the scene and feel love. Poets' homesickness often rushes out because of some chance.
The rainy night, the bright moon hanging high, the setting sun, the flute sound beyond the Great Wall and so on will all affect the poet's yearning for his native land. Poets often express their poetry because of it.
This is the situation of Silent Night Thinking, which is called China's first homesick poem: Is there frost at the foot of my bed so bright? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
It was the bright moon in autumn that triggered the poet's homesickness. On the night of late autumn, a full moon hangs in the horizon, and the moonlight shines through the window in front of the poet's bed, so bright that the poet suspects that it is "frost on the ground".
A word "frost" not only describes the whiteness of moonlight, but also gives people a cold and lonely feeling. Then the poet involuntarily "raised" his head and "lowered" his head, from "looking" to "thinking"
Detailed movements vividly describe the poet's psychological activities. The poet looked up at the bright and clean tracts and dancing laurel trees and thought: How round and lovely the moon is tonight! How can we be reunited! So the poet remembered his hometown.
What do you think of your hometown? The poet didn't elaborate. Let us readers imagine.
Let's look at Li Yi's "Listening to the flute on the wall at night": the sand is like snow before Yuefeng, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
In this poem, it is also written that the moonlight is like frost, and it also renders a cold and desolate atmosphere. This kind of scenery, coupled with the soldiers stationed in the frontier fortress for many years, makes them feel more lonely.
In such an atmosphere, I suddenly don't know where the sound of the flute came from, and it was tactfully sad, like crying. The wind deeply touched the homesickness of the soldiers.
"One Night" shows the duration of thought; "Hope" points out the scope of infection. Similarly, Li Bai also wrote, "Who can't miss home?" This poem.
They are all induced by the sound of reed flutes, revealing deep homesickness. Sad and touching.
Philip Burkart recalled from a distance. The former kind of ancient poetry is often the homesickness of the poet because of the scenery, but the specific content of homesickness is not explained by the poet.
Another kind of poetry expresses the poet's homesickness through the specific scene of missing his hometown. For example, Wang Wei's "I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains": I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives twice every holiday.
Knowing where my brother climbed, I inserted one less person in the dogwood. Japan should be a time for family, friends and relatives to reunite, but the poet was "alone" in a "foreign land", so he "missed his loved ones twice".
What did the poet miss? The poem conceives such a scene: on this double ninth festival, all the brothers in the family climb up. They are singing and dancing one by one, lively and active.
But just as they searched cornus one by one, they found that one person was missing. Brothers may be quiet at once, holding a cornucopia in their hands and chanting about me on a long trip.
Here, from "all over" to "one less person" naturally aroused feelings. Through imaginary scenes, the poet showed his homesickness in twists and turns, graceful and touching.
Coincidentally, Bai Juyi's "I am homesick from Handan to the night": every winter to the sun in Handan, there is a light to hug my knees. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
On the night of winter solstice, poets who are far away in a foreign land are inseparable. At this time, only the light shadow accompanied me, and it was chilly, so I sat on my knees.
Lonely lamp Leng Yue will naturally remind you of the warmth of home and family. But the poet didn't write about homesickness, but guessed that his family would stay up late and think about themselves at this time.
They are probably talking about my life in other places at this time. In fact, the poet guessed that his family missed him, and Qu Zheng Pan showed his deep yearning for his family.
Simple and affectionate. Ask Mei Ju.
"Beauty is not beautiful, hometown water; Pro than pro, hometown people. " I can imagine the excitement and joy of meeting people in my hometown in a distant place.
When meeting, many things will come to mind: Is the family safe? What is life like in my hometown? Wait a minute. But there is such a poet who doesn't ask these questions, but only asks whether the cold plum in front of the window is in full bloom: you are from your hometown, tell me what happened there! .
Come to the window and open its first cold flower? ? -Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems" love for hometown is not abstract, but embodied in loving the landscape, land, scenery, human feelings, and even every grass and tree in the hometown. You see, the poet asked about Han Mei's hometown-"the window", so careful and so concerned-"Is the flower in bloom?" It can be seen that poets always miss their hometown.
Plum blossom is often a symbol of nobility and holiness, and the cold plum in the poem clearly represents the hometown. How beautiful the hometown in the poet's mind is! Poetry looks small. On the surface, it looks like a glass of fresh water.
In fact, in the plain place, there is a deep poetic sentiment, which shows the poet's deep attachment to his hometown. I often wonder if Wang Wei was inspired by the Southern Dynasty writer Jiang Zong when he wrote this poem. Nine days in Chang 'an: The heart was driven away by the southern cloud, and the shape followed the northern geese.
How many flowers have bloomed under the hedge in the old garden today? In the poem, I first wrote my "heart" and "shape" backwards, and vividly and concisely wrote the heart that traveled but flew back to my hometown. The poet misses his hometown and imagines the pure and beautiful chrysanthemums by the fence. "How many flowers are there today?" Is it one or two, three or four? Reading such a poem, we seem to see that the poet wants to count one by one, and that kind of eagerness and infatuation comes to the fore. It's really crazy! Write a book and send a message.
It is difficult to send brocade books over mountains and mountains. Homesick people can only sing the songs of the moon, right.
4. An ancient poem lamenting the dusk, autumn water and sky are the same color.
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back?
The sunset is better in autumn, picked from cymbidium. The sky is very bright and rainy, and the sky is urgent.
300,000 troops are in the same camp, beating drums to cut Xiqiang. We fight with blood and sticky autumn grass, collect dust and stir the sunset.
The gaunt flowers cover the gaunt people, and the flying flowers are tired and easy to dusk;
The willow shoots on the moon, people about after dusk.
Maple forest is full of river color, so you can taste the sunset when you climb it.
It's sunny, a few boats return to the flute and drum in the sunset, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Indus is drizzling, at dusk, dribs and drabs.
Lonely smoke from the desert went straight into the river and the yen fell.
Sunset and Lonely Heron Sunset in Qi Fei are infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night.
The setting sun will end in sorrow.
The setting sun will never hate, and the pavilion will be short.
The people at the ferry are thin and dark.
Want to return Xiaoli, for the love of sunset red.
5. What poems are there to express nostalgia for the lost time? 1, before me, where were those lost years? Behind me, where are the future generations? I thought of heaven and earth, with no limit and no end. I was alone and my tears fell. -Chen Ziang is on the Youzhou Tower.
2. Encourage in time, and time waits for no one. -Tao Yuanming's Miscellaneous Poems
3. Clouds are long and shadows are long. How many years do things change for stars? Where is the emperor in the pavilion today? The Yangtze River flows freely outside the sill. -Wang Bo's poem Teng Wang Ge
4, the prime of life is no longer coming, it is difficult to get up in the morning. -Tao Yuanming's Miscellaneous Poems
5, what makes people old in the world, half chicken and half horseshoe. -Wang Jiuling's "Hotel"
6, streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green bananas. -Jie Jiang's "A Piece of Plum"
7. Flowers will reopen one day, and people will no longer be young. -Dou Eyuan's Dou Eyuan
8. Justice has only white hair in the world, and the nobles have never let it go. -Du Mu's "Send a Hermit"
9. The light at night is the five-watch chicken, which is when men study. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young. -Yan Zhenqing's Persuasion
10, thirty fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and months. Don't be idle, it's white and sad. -Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"
1 1, one hundred years, that's more than one hundred years. You must love today. -Wang Shizhen
12, the flowers are helpless, as if they met Yan. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
13, the sunny season is wasted again. What will happen in old age? There are fewer spring days in a year, but more than a hundred years old. -Bai Juyi's Spring Festival Evening is a Gift for Huangfulang.
14, yesterday, yesterday, how nice! Yesterday passed, but today I'm bored. The world regrets yesterday, but does not feel that today has passed again. Water flows every day, and the setting sun is rare. The Ming Dynasty will regret what it achieved today. -Wen Jia's Song of Yesterday
15, today is today, how come there are so few today! Not today, when! Life is a hundred years today, today is not a pity! If we wait until the Ming dynasty, there will be something in the Ming dynasty. Write today's poem for you. Please start today. -Wen Jia's "Today's Poetry"
6. Poems describing dusk In front of Bai Juyi's independent Buddhist temple at dusk in the Tang Dynasty, the ground was full of locust flowers.
Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn. Spring village Tang Bai Juyi February village garden warm, mulberry Dai Shengfei.
Farmers plow old valleys, and silkworms pray for new clothes. Cattle and horses are far from the wind, and chickens and dolphins are too rare.
At dusk, on the forest road, drums and flutes play for the gods. Looking back at Baijuyi River in Jiangzhou in the Tang Dynasty, I can see the double flower table and know that it is the west gate of Xunyang.
Or go to a lonely boat for three or four miles, and the hookah sand rain will come to dusk. Wei Zihua Tang Bai Juyi's four views on paper quietness, bell and drum tower engraved with long gaps.
Who is the companion sitting alone at dusk? Wei Zihua versus Ziweilang. Last month, the evening tide of Baorong in Tang Dynasty set in Nansha Ming, and the moonlight in autumn covered with sand and snow.
Hydrology is neither smoky nor swaying, and the plain is cold and empty. Sitting alone in Tang Du Fu's sorrow, returning, and carrying a lonely city on crutches.
Rivers converge, the mainland emerges, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the wind is crisp. Cang Ming's service failed, and Zhu Bi lost his life.
Appreciate this yellow bird and throw it at Lin Yu. In the Tang Dynasty, it was dusk in the north of Du Fu Chu Palace, and raindrops were printed in the west of Baidicheng.
Back to the river, over the cliff, back to the clouds and trees, lost the mountain village. Lung disease in old age is just to sit back and relax, and close the door early when you are worried.
Don't stay in the chaos for a long time, the south has no soul. There are many song and dance performances in Yan Tang Tumu Painting Gallery, but people who go to the club don't watch them.
The dragon is the companion of Jiang Loushi, but he still needs to lean on the fence at dusk. The crow Tang Du Mu disturbed and rummaged, and the cold smoke rose at dusk.
Mao deceives the queen's hair, and her voice feels Chu Ji's string. Under the wind, the frost forest fell asleep with its wings.
Just like traveling to the west, it can't be white. There are still many remnants of snow in the Han nest of the Tang Dynasty, and the fragrance is still endless.
At dusk, the moon is melancholy and white, and it is clear and rainy, and it is thin and red. The grass under the tree is clean, and the wind on the wall is urgent.
On this day, in the sad place of Xiyuan, a song sang to the East. Wuqiqu Tang Baima chased Zhu Che, and entered the narrow slope at dusk.
Narrow willows fight for the night, but branches don't fly to the house. The young woman in the East Room joined the army. Every time she heard a crow, she knew it was dark.
Li Shangyin, in the Tang Dynasty of Leyou Mausoleum, had the shadow of twilight in his heart, and I drove forward in Leyou Mausoleum. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
The residual red in the fallen flowers of Tang and Li provoked the poetic demon, which had nothing to do with homesickness. At dawn, the golden valley is windy.
Rotating around the running water, pieces of light stick to the short sand. Who knows that the door is locked, and it is drizzling at dusk.
Wei Zhuang's autumn wine in the Tang Dynasty is easy to wake up, as long as sorrow. At dusk, leaning against the bar does not return, and the sound of green wind and rain breaks my heart.
Jiang Ting looked at Song Wenzhi in the late Tang Dynasty, soaking in the clouds and leaving the village in the smoke. Birds return to the sand with traces, while sails cross the waves without traces.
Looking at the water to know the softness, looking at the mountain to break the soul. Indulge in it, and the horse will return at dusk.
Autumn looks long, tangliu is short and sand is long, and the rain is slightly smoky. In front of the mountain in western Western jackdaw, Du Qu was alone at dusk.
Chunchouzhuang's own spring worries are killing his soul, and he can't bear to miss his grandson. The falling flowers are silent and the rain is hazy, and no one in the deep courtyard leans against the door alone.
Autumn, pottery, Gu Huai, thin smoke, sad night cries, independent dusk. Looking south, a flock of new geese went to Tingzhou.
General Lonely Tang, the valley is the stronghold, and the weather is dusk. Spring sorrow is still drunk, tears and wine marks on my clothes.
Mountain garden, small beautiful pine forest, countless fragrant buildings shaking to the small garden. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms. Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars.
Autumn night, pine and bamboo Shu Zhen slender crescent hanging dusk, people want to break their souls in the secluded boudoir. The letterhead was opened and changed, but the glass was raised again.
Snuff is heartbreaking and the sleeves are long and tearful. Regret is more than romantic feelings. It should be noted that love is the root of trouble.
Huanxi Shashong, Li Qingzhao indifferent to spring cold food, jade stove hookah, dream back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers. Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.
The voice is slow, Song Qingzhao is looking for it, cold and clear, sad and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling.
This time, what a sad sentence! Drunk flowers, Song Yin, Li Qingzhao, mist, thick clouds and sorrow forever, refreshing the mind and eliminating the golden beast. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die.
West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers. Ruan Lang Gui Song Su Shi Xiang Piao dusk.
The tree in front of the hall is spring. Why does the east wind enter the west neighbor?
Children often close the door. Snow is cold, jade is true.
The cheek powder is uneven. Fold flowers and send them to Lingtou people.
Sunset in Jiangnan. Yu Meiren Song Sushi's ice muscles are naturally thin.
After that, it was even more divided. The days are long, and the curtains look at dusk.
Evening, turn to ecstasy. You also know that lovesickness is bitter.
How can you have the heart to throw away slaves? I took the trouble to climb the mountain.
I'm afraid it's easier to be a stranger than a stranger. Like a dream, the courtyard of Nalan is clear and sunny, and the language is dense and shallow.
Do you know the heart? Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears.