1. Poems expressing nostalgia
1. "Rewarding Lotte at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"
Era: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi
The desolate land of Bashan and Chushui has been abandoned for twenty-three years.
Nostalgically reciting the poems on the flute in the air, and when I go to the countryside to read them, I feel like a dead person.
Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees.
Listen to a song of Junge today, and just have a glass of wine to keep your spirits up.
2. "Neighbors send each other to Fangshan"
Era: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Xie Lingyun
Only the soldiers left the imperial city, and stayed in Ouyue during the period.
Unwinding and trending, nostalgia cannot be released.
The forest is declining and the autumn moon is bright.
It is easy to be full of affection, but it is difficult to rest when things are difficult.
Accumulation of illness creates worry, and few desires and few things are lacking.
Given this eternal secluded dwelling, how can we say goodbye to each other year after year?
Every day, we strive to make new ambitions, and the news comforts the silence.
3. "Like Meng Ling·Last night the rain dispersed the wind,"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Li Qingzhao
Last night the rain dispersed the wind, and the heavy sleep did not fade away Drinking wine, try asking the person behind the curtain,
But the road remains the same. Do you know, do you know, it should be green fat, red and thin.
4. "Huanxi Sand"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Misty and dangerous buildings among purple and green. Good times and good things are hard to come by. Feeling nostalgic and sad.
The bright moon and beautiful branches are shining in the sky every night, and the chrysanthemums are beautiful every year. I don’t know who I will watch next year.
5. "Moon in Xijiang·Bamboo Temple Green Lanterns Forever Night"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Xiang Pian
Bamboo Temple Green Lanterns Forever Night, River City Yellow Ye Gaoqiu. At that time, the cultural relics were all over the place, and the sound of the flute was even more nostalgic.
I have been stuck in a prison for a lifetime of thoughts, and the romantic poems are full of sadness. He was forcefully invited to Qingzhou, where he became increasingly thin due to alcoholism. 2. Ancient poems about memories
"Starting with the autumn suburbs of Luo City and paying attention to all the servants in Taichung"
Era: Tang Author: Su Weiwei
Thin travels to the Shuangshuang Department, pointing directly at Jie Bingxin. Lipu is south of Ji, and Henggao is temporarily in the north.
The mountains are clear and the passes are blocked, and the Sichuan and Guangcheng are overcast at dusk. The field garden leads to Guidian, and the ditch blocks the stone forest.
The wild boy came to pick up the things, and the field old man went to sing. The crickets are blowing in the autumn wind, and the night dew is deep.
The imperial city is still gloomy, and there are several conscripts. Reminiscent of the place where the book was written, I sang and thanked you for your praise.
"Three Farewells to My Brothers - Postscript of Xin Chou in February"
Era: Modern Author: Lu Xun
Dream souls often rush to their hometown, beginning I believe separation is painful in this world.
In the middle of the night, I was leaning on the bed and remembering my brothers. The remaining lamp was like a bean and the moon was shining brightly.
At dusk the boat stopped at Laopu's house, surrounded by thorny hedges and trees.
Reminiscing about the joy of my hometown with sadness, when will I plant more flowers in the urn?
The spring breeze can easily send off the new year, and a boat is sailing at night with a puff of mist.
Why is the ridge so proud of me? The sails always carry the sky.
"Poems of Cherishing Spring"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Tian Xi
Spring comes from the country of Jiang at the beginning, and plum blossoms bloom on the willows and ridges by the lake.
Plum blossoms, flying snow and hanging willow belts remind each other of the seasons.
The force of spring beats the cold across the Yangtze River, and orioles sprout wings in the deep valleys.
The light smoke in the dawn moon bans the garden from crying, and the peach and plum trees in the south garden have become a trail.
Just where is the beauty of Fangfei? The spring waves are flying to the Weiwang Embankment.
I recall that in the late spring of last year, there was a new makeup in Danfeng Palace in Beijing and Luo.
Tianjin has green water, smokey trees and deep trees, and thousands of wells are singing and peonies are blooming.
When the Emperor Luan Yu was lucky enough to arrive, the auspicious mist on Songfeng Mountain shrouded the suburbs.
He was accompanied by thousands of officials and ten thousand cavalry, and Yiwei Yulin and Yi Fei.
The sixth palace is accompanied by Luo Zhucui, and the kings accompany the seven nobles.
The fragrance is like a cloud, a golden calf chariot, and a rainbow dragon in the middle of the song.
In front of the gate with thin willows on the Zhu Bridge, there is a painted boat in the Hengtang Festival Garden.
In the morning, there is a coral banquet with flowers and noble ladies, and at night, there is a tortoiseshell banquet with candles for Jiao'e.
The waning moon in the west tower is deep in the palace, and the bright river is half sunken and the Beidou is hanging down.
The indulgence in drinking and pleasure has not stopped, and the purple streets are noisy and crowded.
The jade hook hanging curtain opens the pheasant tail, and the ocher robe faces the Supreme Being in the morning sun.
Now I live in Linqingwei, Dumen is no different from Tianya.
I don’t forget that poetry and wine can make my heart sway wildly, but I am delighted with the ancient meaning of music and calligraphy.
It’s a pity that Chun Fang is about to return, and Wuling Tobacco is leaving.
Recalling the Luoyang Road at that time, the singing soul was empty and the remaining flowers were flying. 3. What are the ancient poems that describe "historical changes"
1. The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes.
Success or failure turns into nothing.
From: Ming Dynasty Yang Shen's "Linjiang Immortal: The Rolling Water of the Yangtze River Passing East".
Translation: The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward and never looks back. How many heroes disappear like flying waves. Fighting over what is right and wrong, success and failure, is short-lived and will not last long.
2. Looking at the Western Capital, I hesitate.
It is sad that wherever the Qin and Han Dynasties traveled, thousands of palaces and palaces were turned into dirt.
From: Yuan·Zhang Yanghao's "Sheep on the Hillside·Tong Caring About the Ancient".
Translation: I look at the ancient capital Chang'an from a distance, and I have a lot of thoughts in my heart. What is sad is that after passing the ruins of the Qin and Han palaces, I saw countless palaces turned into mud. When a feudal dynasty is established, the people suffer; when a feudal dynasty is destroyed, the people still suffer.
3. The mist and sorrow, the roaring rain and the roar of the wind, the palace, the palace, the hairpin, and the old imperial city.
If you want to ask about the prosperity and failure of ancient and modern times, please just look at Luoyang City.
From: "Passing the Ancient City of Luoyang" by Sima Guang of the Song Dynasty.
Translation: The smoke is hanging across the sky, the wind and rain are howling, and now only a few palace ruins remain in the former imperial capital. If people want to know the laws of rise and fall through the ages, just look at Luoyang City.
4. There are wild grasses and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.
In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.
From: "Wo Yi Xiang" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty.
Translation: The side of Zhuque Bridge is covered with clumps of weeds and dots of wild flowers, and the ruins of the Wuyi Alley are ruined as the sun sets in the west. The swallows that once built their nests in front of the King's Hall are now flying into the homes of ordinary people.
5. Looking around Lishan, Afang lit up a torch. Where was the luxury then?
Only the grass is sparse and the water is lingering. I still hate the Smokey Tree.
From: Yuan·Zhang Yanghao's "Sheep on the Hillside·Lishan Nostalgia".
Translation: Looking around on Lishan Mountain, Afang Palace has been burned down by a fire. Where is the prosperity and beauty of that time now? Only the decaying grass and sparse grass were seen, and the water was swirling. The regrets left till now are like fireworks.