1. Poems about Sisi
Poems about Sisi 1. Poems about missing
Song 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 without seeing you, and drink the water of the Yangtze River.
When will this water stop? When has this hatred ended? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love. Last night's stars and last night's wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. Separate seats are served with spring wine to warm them up, and separate seats are covered with candles and covered with red lamps.
I listened to the drums and went to answer the officials, walking around Malantai and turning around. (1) Sauvignon Blanc Bai Juyi Bian water flow, Bian water flow, Si water flow, flowing to Guazhou ancient ferry.
Wu Shan is a little worried. I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return.
People lean against the building in the bright moon. (2) Sauvignon Blanc Li Yu One layer of mountains, two layers of mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, the acacia maple leaves are red.
The flowers are blooming, but the flowers are withered. The wild geese are flying high and the people have not returned them, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain. (3) Changqianqu Cui Hao "Where does your family live? I live in Hengtang."
I stopped the boat and asked for help, maybe I am from the same country. My home is close to the water of Jiujiang River, and I come and go from the side of Jiujiang River.
We are both from Changgan, but we have not known each other since childhood. " (4) Only when silence shines on the heart, the heart will merge with the essence.
Thoughts are not like the anger of the water spirit. Thinking of this is like a dream. (Hidden head) I dare not look at Weiwei, so that my back is not without intention.
I have been thinking about it for thousands of years, and Tian Weng smiled and thought about it. (5) What do I want?
Watch the moon together and read the red building. The garden is full of willows.
Every year the trees grow green. What do I want?
We have no complaints. Faintly, the flowing water is long.
After death, he will be buried in the deserted hill. (7) Under the falling moon, I took a spoonful and the wind blew my tears. I thought about it. I poured a cup of caring songs in the rain and the remaining snow. I was worried about boundless love and hate. But the candlelight couldn't burn. A weak memory, love separates heaven and earth, how should I love you, I want to plant a flawless flower on the fence outside the window, how should the rain fall, the sunset at parting, the wind is still blowing, who cares for whom, I want to draw a flawless ink, how to spread the brush, how to let it fall, I gave it to you Do we still have the time to record our flawless life? (8) A poet went to take an exam.
On the way, he met a hunter. He told the poet: "Today I caught a wild goose." , kill it.
Another one broke free from the snare, but kept moaning and refused to leave. Finally, it threw itself to the ground and died. "After hearing this, the poet bought the wild goose and buried it in the upper reaches of the river. He built a stone as a mark and called it "Yanqiu".
The poet, who was filled with emotion, wrote a song that will last forever: Asking what is love in this world? Traveling from north to south, the old wings are full of joy, but the separation is painful. You should have words for your children. Thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains covered with dusk snow, to whom are the shadows going? Only clear tears will be provoked. Who can I ask? The white clothes are standing by the Zhulan (10) The cold moon is shining in the west, the frost on the temples is a little old, I know whether you are coming back or not. It's like the old days (11) The small courtyard is new and cool, and I feel that my clothes are thin when I come late.
I can't drink alone. Evil, the setting sun blows the trumpet, a burst of locust flowers fall. (12) The lotus leaks three candles, and the apricot blossoms are slightly wet and gauzy. How can I send the red beans to you? (13) Li Shangyin's "Untitled" Last night, the stars and the wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of the Guitang. , divided Cao She covered the wax lamp and red.
I listened to the drum and went to answer the official, and walked around Malantai. Easy to fall.
The morning wind is dry, the tears are still there, and I want to write down my thoughts. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a swing.
The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark, and I am afraid of being asked, so I pretend to be happy. Hide it, hide it, hide it! (15) Lu You's "Hairhead Phoenix" Red hands, yellow wine, and willows on the walls of the city in spring. < /p>
The east wind is bad, the joy is thin, and I am full of sorrow. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring is as old as before, and the tears are red and raw.
The peach blossoms are falling, and the mountain alliance is still there, but the brocade book is hard to keep. (16) Ten years of life and death are boundless, and I will never forget it. The words are desolate. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust, and our temples are as frosty.
At night, we suddenly return home from a deep dream, and we are looking at each other speechlessly at the small xuan window.
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 pine trees. ---- Su Shi's > (17) Liu Yong's "Rain Lin Bell" The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, the spell has just begun to rest.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent. Where there is nostalgia, the orchid boat urges the ship. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens. Since ancient times, sentimentality has hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqiu Festival! Where will you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them! (18) Acacia Wang Wei Red beans grow in the southern country, and when spring comes, they sprout a few branches.
I advise you to pick more, this is the most lovesick thing. Words and sentences to describe longing: Returning like an arrow, looking through the autumn water, looking through the autumn water, lingering in dreams, falling leaves returning to their roots, looking for fish on the tree, it is difficult to leave the homeland, falling leaves returning to their roots, thinking about it day and night, talking about hometown dialect in sleep, the hometown accent is hard to change, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, leaving one's hometown, sleeping without waking up, the thoughts of a water shield.
2. Poems about patriotism and homesickness
Homesick: Homesick and thinking about the Tang Dynasty in the quiet night. The bright moonlight in front of Li Bai’s bed, suspected to be frost on the ground. He raised his head to look at the bright moon, lowered his head to miss his hometown. The rainy Tang Dynasty The mist in Bai Juyi is heavy today, and the mountains and rivers are deep here. The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the air in the gorge is cloudy at dawn. The clouds cover my eyes when I look at the tower, and I feel homesick for the raindrops. How can I comfort my loneliness? I rely on this north window to play the piano. When I was a guest, I had cold food. Tang Li was in the middle of the road. He had cold food and was homesick for a long time. The music and books were cut off from the sky, and the peach and plum rain was in the spring. I had no desire to drink, but my chant seemed to have a reason. I lost him outside the suburbs, and how many outings there were. Man. On the bank of the river, I think about the autumn. Du Xunhe drives his horse along the river, and nostalgia arises every step of the way. He whips the willow trees, and the sound of cicadas is lost. The autumn harvest road is long, and the cold clouds surround the ancient city. The family is poor and has no land to farm. On the river, I send my friends off for a trip to the south. There is nostalgia for Tang Zhang Qiao, and there are turbulent currents at the end of the world. The shore is full of people at night, and the lake is wide and sails are sailing in autumn. I buy wine and pass by the fishing house, divide the lamps and fishing boats. I see wild geese in Xiaoxiang, and I should think of traveling alone. Homesickness is written by Tang Bu Xie. Traveling to Lubei has stopped, but the letter from Yunnan has not been returned. The flowers in front of the courtyard are not swept away, and who climbs the willows outside the door. Sitting for a long time sells silver candles, and the sadness diminishes the jade face. The moon in the autumn night is hanging in the heart, and the mountains are illuminated thousands of miles away. In winter, Living in the mountains and feeling homesick for the country during the Tang Dynasty, the country began to condense, and the sky was clear at dawn. Birds were rare in the cold trees, and monks rarely came to the mountains. With the sun behind me, I closed the windows and turned on the furnace to release the ice. Suddenly I returned to my homeland, and I dreamed of living in Xiling. Yunmeng's Old City In the autumn, I look at the ruins of Tang Rongyu's homeland, and I come here to think about old times. People change once, and water flows in vain for thousands of years. The sound of the dream is late, and the trees in Jingmen are autumn colors. The clouds are lingering, and I feel homesick in the distance. The great work of Tang Gaoshi Hotel on the night I can't sleep alone under the cold lamp, how could my guest's heart become so sad? I miss my hometown tonight, and worry about another year on my temples tomorrow. The apricot blossoms in my hometown Tang Sikong sent flowers and wine to rejoice in the new blooms. I held the flower branch on the left and the cup on the right. I want to ask about the flower branch and the cup. Wine, why should old friends come here differently? Tang Weizhuang is homesick outside the river every spring and feels sad for a foreign land. You can know the Du Qu or the oriole. Even more, on the river bank, there are traces of heartbroken smoke and willows. Looking at the winter scenery and the sad eyes of Tang Yuanzhen from a distance, there are many mangroves on the mountain beside the temple. Zhongxuan Infinite tears of homesickness, jasper waves flowing eastward on the Zhang River. Poems about Tang Gaoqu, thousands of mountains and thousands of mountains in the north and south of Tang Dynasty, who doesn’t miss homesickness in Xuanche. Only the traces of Fang Han’s sorrow are left, and the peach and plum blossoms are afraid of being hurt on the road. Homesickness for Tang Xue Tao The water under Mount Emei is like oil, and my heart is full of pity, but I am not tied to the boat. When will the sails leave Jinpu, and the sound of the oars will sing in unison. Patriotic: Take a long breath to cover your tears, mourning the hardships of the people's livelihood. - Qu Yuan's "Li Sao" Sacrifice Going to the country in disaster, looking forward to death and suddenly returning home. ——Cao Zhi's "White Horse" I am humble and dare not forget to worry about the country. ——-Lu You's "Sickness Arises in the Book" On the day when Wang Shibei set the Central Plains, he did not forget to tell Naiwen during family sacrifices. ——Lu You's "Shi'er" Since ancient times, no one has died, and his loyal heart will be remembered by history. ——Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" If you live and die for the benefit of the country, how can you avoid it because of misfortunes and blessings? ——Lin Zexu's "Go to the garrison and tell your family at the entrance of the journey".
3. Poems with thoughts
The emperor of Han Dynasty paid great attention to beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country, but he could not get it for many years. ——Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
Ten years of life and death are blurred, and it is unforgettable without thinking. ——Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches will appear in spring. I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing. ——Wang Wei's "Lovesickness"
I am gone 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: Plucking Wei"
Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown. ——Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"
Birds nostalgic for the old forest, fish in the pond long for the old abyss. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields"
Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. ——Wang Wei "Remembering the Shandong Brothers on September 9th"
I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. ——Li Qingzhao's "Quatrains"
The poplars and elm pods have no talent for thinking, but they can only explain the snow flying all over the sky. ——Han Yu's "Late Spring"
The hairs of Ma Si's fists are twitching, and his sleepy eyes are open to the blue clouds in the sky. ——Liu Yuxi's "The First Smell of the Autumn Wind"
The grass beside the river is green. I long for the distant road. The distant road is unimaginable. I have dreamed about it for a long time. ——"Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Grottoes" by Han Dynasty Yuefu
Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I wonder who is missing in autumn thoughts. ——Wang Jian, "Watching the Moon on the Night of the Fifteenth and Mailing it to Dr. Du"
When people return home after the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers. ——Xue Daoheng, "People miss home every day"
4. Poems about longing
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River every day. When will this water stop? When has this hatred ended? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.
When you asked about the return date, the autumn pond was filled with rain at night in Bashan. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
The moon is bathed in the autumn frost, the flowers have no stamens, and the remaining candle in the empty room sheds tears. The autumn fireflies are also trapped in the cliff of lovesickness, and fall into the oil to reflect the light of the lamp.
I love you, not because you are What kind of person, but because I like the feeling when I am with you.
The worst thing about losing someone is that they are so close to you yet they feel so far away.
Even if you are sad, don’t frown, because you don’t know who will fall in love with your smile.
To the world, you are one person; but to someone, you are his entire world.
Before meeting the person of our dreams, God may arrange for us to meet someone else first; when we finally meet the person of our dreams, we should be grateful.
Don’t cry because it’s over, smile for what you once had.
I miss an ancient lotus, gently brushed away by a pair of bare hands in the Mulan boat. Missing the lotus seeds as clear as water, I jumped into the poem "Jiangnan".
Missing a glass of fine wine, if it hangs up, it will be like the three thousand feet of Bailian in Lushan Mountain; if it falls, it will be like the nine twists and turns of the Yellow River. But the general on the horse had no time to put down the luminous cup in his hand, the flames of war! War! Iron hoofs have broken through Helan Mountain!
I miss a piece of bird song, in Wang Wei's Wangchuan and in Du Fu's Chang'an.
In the spring when the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms and falls, a bright moon warms the poet's sleep. Between the deep vegetation and the city walls, spread your wings to the sky, bringing me the sad poems of the Kaiyuan period
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Every night when it rains
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After you left
Take away my real smile
Only loneliness is left
Forgot what happiness feels like
The night without you is particularly dark
When you are not by my side
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Who is by your side at night without me
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Can you let me have it again
The happiness that once belonged to me
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Memories that once belonged to us
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I saw the lake in the park when I was a child
The light illuminated my sight
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The laughter of children
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It is the wings that I want to touch your eyes
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5. Poems about homesickness
Thinking about Tang Dynasty Li Bai in the quiet night, there is bright moonlight in front of his bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground.
Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown. Overcast and Rainy Tang Bai Juyi The mist is heavy today, and the mountains and rivers are deep here.
The sound of the beach is more urgent in autumn, and the gorge air is more cloudy at dawn. Looking at the tower, the clouds cover my eyes, and my heart is homesick with raindrops.
How can we comfort Youdu? I rely on this North Window Qin. Cold Food in Traveling by Tang Lizhong: Cold food during the trip, homesickness and tears of wet wipes.
The music and books are broken outside the sky, and the peach and plum rain is in the spring. There is no reason to want to drink, but there seems to be a reason for chanting.
There are so many people outing outside the countryside. Autumn Thoughts on the Bank of the River by Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty Driving horses along the river, homesickness arises every step of the way.
Raise the whip and wave the willow color, and lose the sound of cicada. Autumn crops are bounded by long roads, and cold clouds surround the ancient city.
When the family is poor and prosperous, they have no land to cultivate. Sending off friends on the river to travel south by Zhang Qiao of the Tang Dynasty Where homesickness accumulates, chaos gathers at the end of the world.
The shore is long and the people are swimming in the evening, and the lake is wide and the sails are sailing in autumn. Buying wine and passing by the fishing house, sharing lamps and fishing boats.
When Xiaoxiang sees wild geese coming, he should think of traveling alone. Homesickness by Tang Buxie No one travels to Lubei, but letters from Yunnan have not yet been returned.
If you don’t sweep away the flowers in front of the court, who will climb the willows outside the door? If you sit for a long time and sell silver candles, you will lose your beauty if you are more worried.
The moon hangs in my heart on an autumn night, and the mountains are illuminated by thousands of miles.
Homesickness in the Mountains in the Winter - Congratulations to Zhou Zhou of the Tang Dynasty The fields began to condense, and the sky became clear at dawn.
The trees are cold and there are few birds, and the mountains are far apart and there are few monks. Close the windows against the sun and close the snow, open the furnace to release the inkstone.
Suddenly returned to his hometown and wanted to live in Xiling. Autumn View of the Old City of Yunmeng by Tang Rongyu The ruins of the old country are here, and I want to visit the ancient city.
Once a person changes, a thousand years will be in vain. Mengzhu's sound is late, and the trees in Jingmen are in autumn color.
The clouds linger, hanging in the distance looking at homesickness. Great Night Works by Tang Gaoshi The hotel is still sleepless under the cold light, and the guests' minds are filled with sadness.
I miss my hometown tonight, and worry about tomorrow for another year. Apricot Blossoms in My Hometown, Tang Sikong Picture. Send flowers and wine to celebrate the new blooms. Hold the flower branches on the left and the cup on the right.
I want to ask, why are old friends different from a flower branch and a glass of wine? Homesickness outside the Yangtze River Weizhuang Tang Dynasty Every year in spring, I feel sad in a foreign land, and I can know Du Qu and Oriole. Even more so when the sun sets on the bank of the river, and there are traces of heartbroken smoke and willows.
Looking from afar Tang Yuanzhen’s eyes are full of sad winter scenery, with many mangroves on the side of the mountain and the temple. Zhongxuan sheds endless tears of homesickness, and the Zhang River flows eastward with jade waves.
He Sanxiang Poetry, Gaoqu, Tang Dynasty. Thousands of mountains and thousands of mountains in the north and south. Who doesn’t miss his hometown in Xuanche? Only traces of Fanghan's sorrow remain, and the peach and plum blossoms may be hurt on the street.
Homesickness Tang Xuetao The water under Mount Emei is like oil, but my heart is not tied to my boat. When the sails leave Jinpu, the sound of the rafts will sing in unison.
01. I would like to ask you, Dongliu Shui, who do you want to compare with? ——Li Bai 02. I advise you to drink a glass of wine. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west. ——Wang Wei 03. Wherever the sails can be anchored at sunset, the sight of the horizon will break your heart.
——Meng Haoran 04. 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 05. A person who knows one’s friends in the sea is as close as a neighbor in the world.
——Wang Bo 06. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown. ——Li Bai 07. I wish you a long life and a long life.
——Su Shi 08. I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even more during festive seasons. ——Wang Wei 09. If you were transformed into hundreds of billions of people, they would disperse to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown.
——Liu Zongyuan 10. When you asked about the return date, the autumn ponds swelled with rain at night in Bashan. ——Li Shangyin 11. The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine back on me?
——Wang Anshi 12. I don’t know where the reeds are blowing, and all the people are looking for their hometowns overnight. ——Li Yi 13. The thoughts of wandering in the floating clouds, the feelings of old friends in the setting sun.
——Li Bai 14. Parting in a leisurely way, reminiscing about feelings without reason. ——Xu Shu 15. I know that the human heart is not like a tree, so why do you think that people are separated like flowers?
——Xiao Zixian 16. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, because the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. ——Li Shangyin 17. When will we know each other when we miss each other? It is embarrassing at this time and this night.
——Li Bai 18. The wind and fire last for three months, a letter from home is worth ten thousand yuan 19. Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people, the old road, westerly wind and thin horses 20. Where is the village gate at sunset, the smoke wave The river makes people sad 21. Still pity the hometown water, seeing off the boat thousands of miles away 22. The wine enters the sad heart, turning into tears of lovesickness 23. *** Looking at the bright moon, weeping, the hometown feels the same in five places overnight 24. A glass of turbid wine, thousands of miles away, Qiang Although the ground is full of frost 25, why should I cut the candles from the west window, but say that it rains at night in Bashan 1. You came from your hometown. You should know about your hometown.
Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow? (Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems") 2. When the young man left home and his elder brother came back, his local pronunciation remained unchanged and his hair on his temples faded. When children see each other but don't recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from. "He Zhizhang's "Returning to Hometown Occasionally") 3. The sound of the book outside the mountains is broken, and the winter returns to the beginning of spring.
I am even more timid when I am close to my hometown and dare not ask anyone. "Crossing the Han River" in Song Dynasty) 4. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water.
The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging. Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year.
Where can I find the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang. (Wang Wan's "Under the Cibeigu Mountain") 5. I am only seven days old and have been away from home for two years.
When people return home after the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng's "Everyone Thinks of Returning") 7. Whose jade flute is flying in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Luo City.
In this nocturne, I heard the broken willows, who could not forget the sentiments of my motherland. (Li Bai's "Hearing the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night") 8. It's been ten years since the guest house was in the same state, and I remember Xianyang day and night when I return home.
I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I thought Bingzhou was my hometown. (Liu Zao's "Lvci Shuofang") 9. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, and the troops were not suspended. 10. Recalling my brother-in-law on a moonlit night (Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty) The garrison of drums breaks the line of people, and the sound of autumn geese is revealed. From this night on, the white moon is my hometown. Tomorrow, all my brothers are scattered and have no home. They ask about life and death, and send letters. The situation is not good, but the army has not stopped. 11. Look at the moon and embrace the distance. (Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty) The bright moon rises on the sea and the end of the world*** At this time, the lover resents the distant night and rises in love at night. The candle is extinguished and the light is full of pity. The clothes are covered with dew and the dew is unbearable. The hand is full and returns the dream. Du Shaofu appointed Shuzhou Wang Bocheng Quefu San Qin, the wind and smoke look to Wujin.
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 go astray, and your children will be in trouble. Chanting Cicadas in Prison King Luo Bin The cicadas sing in the West, and the guests in Nanguan are deep in thought.
Unbearable to see the shadow on the temples, I came to sing to Bai Tou.
It is difficult to fly in due to heavy dew, and it is easy to sink due to the strong wind.
No one believes in nobleness, who can express his sincerity? Liu Changqing, the owner of Furong Mountain who stays in Furong Mountain during the snow. At dusk, the mountains are far away, and the weather is cold and the white house is poor.
Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night. Fu De sent Li Zhou as a gift at dusk. Wei Yingwu In the light rain on the Chu River, it was the dusk of Jianye.
The sails of Momo come with heavy weight, and the birds of darkness leave late. The sea gate is deep and invisible, and the Pu tree is far away.
The love for each other is infinite, and it is better to touch the lapel than to loose silk. Night Mooring at Fengqiao Zhang Ji The sky is full of frost as the moon falls, crows cry, Jiang Feng fishes and the fire faces the sorrowful sleep.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship. Wuyi Alley Liu Yuxi Wild grass and flowers beside the Zhuque Bridge, 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. Untitled Li Shangyin It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue birds are attentive.
6. Please help me find two classic poems with the word "Sisi"
"Lu Ming Banquet"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Even riding Sisi, painting and drums are noisy, and I am happy that you have won the championship again.
The golden dragonfly and chrysanthemums urge the feast to begin, and the red pistils are about to enter the customs in spring.
He once accompanied me to control Yu's point, and saw Fu Nanshan again when I was old.
When will the joy of peace rise to the level of peace and quiet, and the wind and moon will play the shengxiao and sit idle at night.
Longing for lovesickness
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Xiang Pian
Walking in love-sickness, sitting in love-sickness, each knows lovesickness in two places, but who is more lovesick.
I miss you in the morning, I miss you in the evening, I miss you twelve hours a day, I miss you endlessly.
Sauvignon Blanc
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Hong Shi
I miss my return in the morning, and I miss my return in the evening. The wild goose has not been seen flying for three years, and my heart is broken.
Thousands of thoughts return, thousands of thoughts return, I dream of my eyebrows brushing in front of the window, and I feel tears streaming down my face.