1. Ancient poems about separation and sorrow about grass
Ancient poems about separation and sorrow about grass 1. Ancient poems about separation and sorrow about grass
The Prime Minister of Shu
Where can I find the Prime Minister’s ancestral hall? There is a lot of people outside Jinguan City.
The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole sounds good in the sky through the leaves.
Three visits to trouble the world, two dynasties to open the hearts of old ministers.
He died before leaving the army, which made the hero burst into tears.
In early spring, the eighteenth member of the Ministry of Water, Zhang Wai Tang·Han Yu,
The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close.
The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland"
When the grass grows in the original field, it withers and grows every year.
Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again.
Wanqing
Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear.
God's will is pity on the quiet grass, and the world will be clear at night.
Also add high pavilions and small windows.
After the bird's nest is dry, its body becomes lighter when it returns.
2. Verses about "Sorrow" in ancient poems
Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the mist sinks into the sky at dusk
Since ancient times, the sentimental sadness of parting has become even more so. Sorry, I left the Qingqiu Festival in the cold
Where are you sober tonight? The bank of willows, the dawn wind and the waning moon
It should be a good time and beautiful scenery, but even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell me
After washing up, I rely on Wangjiang Tower alone, passing thousands of sails. No, Xiehui's pulse is long and watery, and the intestines are broken and white. (It's not this frequency. I can't type the correct one. I should add a grass flower head.) Zhou
If you keep cutting and the management is still messy, it's divorce. Say goodbye. It's a general feeling in my heart.
You can’t be seen on the winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
I am afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and follow the wind to the west of the night.
Where is the country gate at dusk? The misty waves on the river make people sad.
As the sun sets in the west, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
A cup of wine can bring you thousands of miles away, but there is no way for Yan Ran to return home.
Why should I cut the candles from the west window? The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond.
Where is Yun Heng’s Qinling family? The snow embraces the blue and the horse stops moving forward.
I advise you to drink a glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west
One place is longing for lovesickness, two places are idle sorrow
Don’t worry about having no friends in the world. No one knows you.
Where can I find the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang.
How much leisure and sorrow are there? A river of smoke and clouds, plums and yellow rain.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I frowned, but it was in my heart
Thinking of the dream of Du Ling, the geese filled the pond
3. About the sorrow of separation What are the poems of
1. A gift to Li Bai
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
When autumn comes to see each other, Shang Piaopeng is still ashamed of Ge Hong for the cinnabar.
Spending the days drinking and singing, who is the hero of flying and domineering?
Translation
When we say goodbye in autumn, we look at each other, floating everywhere like flying fluffs. I really feel ashamed of Ge Hong, the alchemist of the Western Jin Dynasty, for not seeking immortality. Spending the days happily drinking and singing wildly every day. For a person as ambitious as you, for whom do you act so heroic?
2. Die Lian Hua · Read all the pain of parting in the end of the world
Qing Dynasty: Wang Guowei
Read all the pain of parting in the end of the world. When I return, I will see scattered flowers like this. . The flowers look at each other without saying a word, and the green window has nothing to do with the spring sky. (Ju Mo's first work: Ju Mu)
When the lovesickness lamp is turned on, there is a wisp of new love and thousands of old hatreds. Most of all, it is impossible to keep it in the world, and the beautiful face is like the flower in the mirror and the tree.
Translation
Travel all over the world and see all the human kindness. Unexpectedly, when I return to my hometown, my old friends have disappeared like flowers. I recall parting with her under the flowers, and I was speechless. I could only feel the sorrow of separation in my chest. Now only the green window and the blue sky are the same as before, but the scenery is no longer the same as before.
I want to express my lovesickness under this lonely lamp of fireflies. The new person is as good as jade, but who can the old person turn to? I should have known that the beautiful things in this world are not long-lasting and cannot last forever. The bright mirror is empty, where can I see the jade face, just like the flowers falling, leaving only empty branches and trunks, showing my loneliness.
3. Partridge Sky·The snow shines on the mountain city, and the jade fingers are cold
Song Dynasty: Liu Zhu
The snow shines on the mountain city, and the jade fingers are cold, and a Qiang officer complains in the building . There are plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River several times, and people's temples are already stained at the end of the world.
The stars are dotted and the moon is clustered. The river flows backward into the cup and plate. Hanlin Fengyue has three thousand poems, which I sent to Wu Ji to read with tears in my eyes.
Translation
The white snow covering the ground reflects the mountain city. In the ice and snow, even the jade fingers of the flute player upstairs feel cold, right? The sound of the Qiang flute you played was filled with the sadness of parting, floating in the space. The plum blossoms in Jiangnan bloom and fall, fall and bloom again. I don’t know how many times they have bloomed and fallen? I am wandering at the end of the world, and my temples are already so gray.
Facing the shining stars in the sky and the bright full moon, I drank endlessly alone. As I drank, I felt like the Milky Way in the sky was pouring into my cup.
I, a Hanlin scholar, wrote three thousand poems about my lovesickness, and I want to send them to you, my lover in the south, so that you can read them carefully while holding back your tears!
4. Walking on Shasha·The plum blossoms in the waiting hall are withered
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
The plum blossoms in the waiting hall are withered, and the willows on the stream bridge are thin. The grass is fragrant and the wind is warm, shaking the bridle. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance continues like spring water.
Every inch of the soft intestine is filled with pink tears. The building is too high to be close to the dangerous building. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and travelers are outside the spring mountains.
Translation
The plum blossoms in front of the guesthouse have withered, new willows are hanging lightly beside the stream bridge, and the spring breeze is trampling the fragrant grass, and travelers are jumping on their horses and whipping their whips. The farther away you go, the more endless the sorrow becomes, just like the water of the spring river that stretches far away.
When your heart is broken every inch, and pink tears flow down your cheeks, don’t climb a high building and look into the distance and lean on the railing. At the end of the flat grassland is the Chung Chun Mountain, and travelers are still outside the Chung Chun Mountain.
5. Picking mulberry seeds·Hate you not like the moon above the river
Song Dynasty: Lu Benzhong
Hate the king not like the moon over the river, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, Only togetherness without separation.
Hateful to you, but like the moon on the river, it is full but still losing money, and it is full but still losing money. How long will it take to be reunited?
Translation
What a pity that you are not like the bright moon hanging high above the riverside. No matter whether people are wandering north, south, east or west, the bright moon is always with them.
What a shame that you are like the bright moon hanging high above the riverside. It has just become full and then gone. I don’t know how long it will take until the bright moon becomes full again.
4. A complete collection of ancient poems describing grass
1. Green grass by the river, lush willows in the garden. "Nineteen Ancient Poems·Green Riverside Grass" by Anonymous Han Dynasty
2. The grass on the city has high roots and hates the early wind and frost. "A Poem" by Liu Yu of the Southern Song Dynasty
3. A bush of vanilla is enough to hinder people, and a few feet of hairspring is a crossroad. "Spring Fu" by Geng Xin in the Northern Dynasties and Northern Zhou Dynasty
4. The spring grass is like a green robe, and the autumn moon is like a fan. "Farewell to Su Jiude" by Liang He Xun of the Southern Dynasties
5. The autumn grass is green in the deep courtyard. Liang Liu Yun's "Poetry on Clothes" in the Southern Dynasties
6. The grass is delicious and the fallen flowers are colorful. "Peach Blossom Spring" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
7. The leaves are green in spring and summer, and the flowers are light and dark red. "Xuan" by Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty
8. The grass is dyed green in the rain. "Wangchuan Bieye" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
9. The grass does not thank and thrives in the spring breeze, and the trees do not complain and fall in the autumn. Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Sunrise and Entry"
10. The fine grass and gentle breeze on the shore, the dangerous raft of the boat alone at night. Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Long Night Book"
11. The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole's voice is heard in the sky through the leaves. "The Prime Minister of Shu" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
12. The color of grass looks far away but is not seen up close. Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty "Early Spring Presents the Eighteen Members of the Water Department"
13. The grass and trees know that spring will soon return, and all kinds of red and purple compete with each other. "Late Spring Tour to the South of the City" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
14. The color of grass invades the official road, and the flower branches emerge from the garden wall. "Luoyang Works" by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
15. Plants and trees have their own hearts, so why ask for beautiful women to break them. "Feelings" by Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty
16. The upper steps of the moss marks are green, and the grass color is green into the curtain. "Inscription on the Humble House" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
17. When the grass grows in Liliyuan, it will wither and flourish every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again. Tang·Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grass"
18. Willow silk curls out in the wind, and the grass is cut neatly by the rain. "Tianjin Bridge" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
19. At the end of spring, the miscellaneous fragrances stop, and at the beginning of summer, the grass is deep. "Drinking Alone in Nanchi in the First Summer" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
20. Du Kang can relieve boredom, and daylily can forget worries. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty "Rewarding a Dream with Hemerocallis as a Gift"
21. The color is as tender as dyeing blue juice, and the leaves are as neat as cutting with scissors. "Grass" by Xu Wei of the Tang Dynasty
22. The root of the garden grass is shallow, and it has left no trace of good fortune. With a low heart, I dare not complain about the spring breeze. "Tingcao" by Cao Ye of the Tang Dynasty
23. The grass on the Suxi Pavilion is long, who is leaning against the east wind? "Suxi Pavilion" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty
24. The fragrant grass and emotions are all in the way of the horse, and the good clouds cover the building everywhere. Luo Yin of the Tang Dynasty "Miangu sent back to Cai Shikunzhong"
25. Jiang Chun refused to keep the returning guests, and the grass was green and sent horses' hooves away. Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty "Send Judge Li to Runzhou Camp"
26. God's will pity the grass, and the world will be clear at night. "Wate Qing" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
5. Write at least 3 poems about separation and sorrow
As the sun sets in the west, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Where is Rimu Xiangguan? The smoke on the Yanbo River makes people sad.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
The bright moonlight in front of the window is probably due to frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
Where can I find the hometown letter? Return to Yanluoyang.
A cup of wine can bring you thousands of miles away, but there is no way for Yan Ran to return home.
Why should I cut the candles from the west window? The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond.
Where is Yun Heng’s Qinling family? The snow embraces the blue and the horse stops moving forward.
Constant cutting and confusion are the sorrow of divorce, not the ordinary feeling in the heart.
1. Holding hands and looking into the tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. I thought about it. Thousands of miles of smoke, the dusk was heavy and the sky was vast.
2. I urge you to drink another glass of wine and go out to the west. There are no old friends in Yangguan.
3. Ancient Farewell Song (Mengjiao)
The ancient and modern roads of mountains and rivers are uninterrupted.
When traveling between heaven and earth, everyone has to say goodbye.
The clothes are not tied up, and the midgut has been knotted first.
You don’t need to look in the mirror to know that your hair is gray.
If you want to say something, pay attention to it, and swallow it before speaking.
Sadness fills my heart, and I feel confused.
The wilderness is smoky and the wind is miserable.
We have to accompany you everywhere, but people are not as good as the moon.
4. Ancient resentment and farewell (Meng Jiao)
The rustling autumn wind makes me worry about people’s resentment and farewell.
Feelings and feelings go in opposite directions. If you want to speak, swallow first.
My heart is full of sorrow, but it is hard to describe the sadness.
After saying goodbye, I only think about the bright moon at the end of the world.
5. Break willows
Willows have many short branches, and the short branches are often separated.
Given the long and tiring climbing and folding, the soft strips can hang safely.
Youth has its own festival, but there is no time for parting.
But don’t rush it for fear of others, and don’t complain about the delay.
Mo said short branches contain Sauvignon Blanc.
The beauty and the green poplar are in the separation period.
On the vast road to the end of the world, where can I rest?
Passionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, which is even more worthy of neglecting the Qingqiu Festival!
Looking carefully, it is not poplar flowers, but the tears of separation
6. Poems about separation
1. There are close friends in the sea, and the ends of the world are like neighbors. "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou" by Wang Bo of Tang Dynasty
2 The constant cutting and confusion are the sorrow of separation, but the ordinary feeling is in the heart. "Happy Meeting" Tang Li Yu
3 I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and follow the wind until the night is west. "I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Long Biaoyuan sent this message" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Where is Xiangguan at dusk on the 4th? The smoke on the Yanbo River makes people sad. "Yellow Crane Tower" by Cui Hao of the Tang Dynasty
5 The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me. "To Wang Lun" Li Bai, Tang Dynasty
6 The shadow of the solitary sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. "Send Meng Haoran to Guangling at the Yellow Crane Tower" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
7 Don't worry if you have no friends in the future, no one in the world will know you. "Farewell to Dong Da" Gao Shi
8 Still pity the water of my hometown, seeing off the boat thousands of miles away. "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
9 I asked you how much sorrow you can have, it is just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. "Poppy Beauty" Li Yu
10 Candles are willing to say goodbye, Weep for others until dawn. "Farewell" by Du Mu
11 I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return home. People in the bright moon lean on the building. Bai Juyi's "Long Love"
12 I waved my hands to thank you, but I couldn't speak because I was choked with sobs. Liu Kun's "Song of Fufeng"
13 The wind is rustling and the trees are rustling. I miss my son and I am worried about leaving. Qu Yuan's "Mountain Ghost"
14 The face of the waning moon is bright, don't cry at dawn. I have spoken too much, but my feelings are still lingering. Looking back, I still remember: Remember the green skirt, pity the grass everywhere! Niu Xiji's "Sheng Cha Zi"
15 It is expected that the heart will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short of Matsuoka. Su Shi's "Jiang Cheng Zi"
16 If you look closely, it is not Yang Hua, The little bit is Li Ren's tears Su Shi's "Water Dragon Yin Second Rhyme Chapter Zhi Fu Yang Hua Ci"
17 Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song"
18 The shadow of the solitary 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 Sends Meng Haoran to Guangling"
7. Ancient poems about separation and sorrow
1. I am more timid when I am close to my hometown, and I dare not ask the stranger. (Tang. Song Zhiwen. "Crossing the Han River")
2. Hu horses follow the north wind, and flying birds face the south branches. (Nineteen ancient Chinese poems. "Traveling, Traveling, Traveling")
3. Elegies can be used as weeping, and looking from afar can be used as returning home. (Yuefu of the Han Dynasty. "Elegy")
4. I have passed away in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing. ("The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Plucking Wei")
5. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring! (Tang. Meng Jiao. "Wandering Son's Song")
6. In front of the beautiful window tomorrow, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed. (Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty. "Three Miscellaneous Poems")
7. Where is my hometown? You can forget it unless you are drunk. (Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao. "Bodhisattva Man·Spring is still early when the wind is soft and the sun is thin")
8. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. (Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th")
9. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone is looking around, I wonder who is missing in autumn thoughts? (Wang Jian, Tang Dynasty. "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night and Mailing it to Dr. Du")
10. When meeting people, I gradually feel that the local accent is different, but I hate that the orioles sound like their hometown. (Tang Dynasty. Sikong Tu. "Five Poems in Manshu")
8. Poems about separation and sorrow
Thoughts at night
The lonely shadow sleeps against the broken lamp,
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The moon passes over the cold pool quietly without a trace.
Late at night, I feel the sorrow of separation.
I don’t see anyone breaking the bridge or breaking the willow tree.
Li Chou
We stayed together through the wind and rain.
Everyother's oath has vanished into thin air,
Life is like a dream and a dream is like the wind.
Love is hard to find and people are hard to keep.
How long will it take to wait for the day and night?
A heart filled with sorrow and sorrow.
Cold Night
On a cold night, there is frost for no reason, and fallen leaves float down and tap on the wall.
Loneliness fills the path with the fragrance of flying flowers, turning into heart-broken sorrow of separation.
Thin willows float on the island, tobacco leaves float on the island, and people go upstairs alone in the moonlight.
The setting sun sheds thousands of tears, and the cold water carries thousands of sorrows.
9. Ancient poems about grass
Ancient poems about grass:
1. Original text of the work
Farewell poem about ancient grass Farewell to the ancient grassland
(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
When the grass grows in the grassland, it will wither and flourish every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I also sent the king and grandson away, full of love.
2. Vernacular Translation
Fu De Gu Yuan Cao bids farewell to the fields. The fields are covered with lush green grass, which withers and turns green year after year.
The fire in the wilderness cannot be burned out, but it becomes full of vitality when the spring breeze blows.
The fragrance of fragrant grass fills the ancient road, and the sun shines on the green city.
I sent the wanderer on a long journey to the ancient road, looking at the luxuriant grass with detachment.
3. Creation background
"Farewell to the Ancient Grassland" was written in 788 AD (the third year of Zhenyuan of Dezong of the Tang Dynasty). The author was sixteen years old at the time. This poem is an exam-taking exercise. According to the rules of the scientific examination, any limited poem title must be preceded by the word "Fu De". The method is similar to that of a poem about chanting objects.
"Farewell to the Ancient Grass" is a famous work by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.
4. Introduction to the author
Bai Juyi (772-846), named Letian, also known as Xiangshan Jushi, also known as Mr. Zuiyin, was originally from Taiyuan, and moved to Xiagui when his great-grandfather , born in Xinzheng, Henan. He was a great realist poet in the Tang Dynasty and one of the three major poets in the Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen jointly advocated the New Yuefu Movement, known as "Yuan Bai" in the world, and "Liu Bai" together with Liu Yuxi.
Bai Juyi's poetry has a wide range of themes, diverse forms, and simple and popular language. He is known as the "Poetry Demon" and the "Poetry King". He became a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy and a doctor of Zuo Zanshan. In 846 AD, Bai Juyi died in Luoyang and was buried in Xiangshan. There is "Bai's Changqing Collection" handed down from generation to generation, and his representative poems include "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", "Charcoal Seller", "Pipa Play" and so on.