Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I cried without words (Rain Bell by Liu Yong). Affection hurts parting since ancient times, not to mention the clear autumn festival (Rain Bell by Liu Yong) has passed, which should have been a good early scene in name only. Even if the amorous feelings last for thousands of minutes, who should I tell (Liu Yong's "Lin Yuling")? I should have known it myself (Liu Yong's "Youth Tour")?
I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong's Ding Feng) in the residual light of the grass, and no one would lean on the railing and be silent. (Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian") The belt is getting wider and wider, and it will not go out, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
(Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") The fragrance is not in the core, the fragrance is not in the calyx, and the fragrance is in the bone (Yan by Chao Buzhi). Who knows (Mrs. Wei's "Wu") gaunt and tired in the south of the Yangtze River, unbearable, anxious to get back together (Zhou Bangyan's "Man Ting Fang"), looking at the moon pavilion with his hand, and smelling the flute on the bridge. It is already midnight in the city. The horse is slippery and frozen, so it is better to have a rest. It's better to walk less (Zhou Bangyan's youth brigade). It's like Iraq. How can it be like a slave loss (an isolated spirit)? Only Guanshan is thousands of miles away, when will Su Guangtong (Jiang Shenzi of Xie Yi) sail to Wan Liyun? Send a lonely soul and your eyes will be cut off.
Who? It's not the moon that hates you, but the east, the west, the north and the south. East, west, north and south, only each other.
I hate you, but I've been on the river for a month, and I'm still losing money when I'm full. When it is full, it is still a loss. When is the reunion (Lv Benzhong's Mulberry Picking)? It is better to warm the sun and lose to Yingying Yanyan.
The courtyard is full of flower curtains, and the heartbroken grass is far away (Zhu Jinmen). He sits alone, advocates enjoying alone and lying alone. Standing is frustrating, but touching people (Zhu's "delicate magnolia") is naive and not afraid of people guessing, and sleeping with him is pregnant.
When I was leaving, I was too lazy to come to the dresser again (Zhu's Qing Ping Le) for fear of parting. There are many things I want to say and take a break (Li Qingzhao's "The Phoenix Tower Memories the Flute"), but I want to read the water in front of the building and stare at it all day. Seeing the place has added new worries since then (Li Qingzhao's "Recalling Feng Tai to Blow the Flute"). The west wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers (Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers"). Now, with the cold wind, the temple is afraid to go out at night.
It is better to look under the curtain and listen to people's laughter (Li Qingzhao's "Forever Happiness"). When it is cold and lonely, it is most difficult to rest (Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice). Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can we beat him? It's late and urgent (Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice). This time, how can we get a sad word (Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice)? We should pay attention to Yao Qin, who will listen when there are few bosom friends (Yue Fei's The Hill)? It is even more important.
The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite. Dreams are hard to achieve, and hatred is hard to level.
People who don't care don't like to hear it, and the empty steps fall. (Si Wan Yong's "Sauvignon Blanc") Dongfeng Xie, with a subtle sense of joy and a melancholy mood, left Suo for several years.
Wrong, wrong, wrong (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix") Spring is the same, people are empty, tears are full (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix"), peach blossoms fall, and the pool is idle. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
Mo, Mo and Mo (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix") are lonely at dusk, and there is more wind and rain (Lu You's "Bu Operator"), and everyone is jealous. Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only the fragrance remains unchanged (Lu You's "Bu Operator"), only the dream soul can reunite, and the dream can not be made (Lu You's "Dead Hua Lian"). I'm not afraid of silver and steel, but I'm afraid of the wind and rags (Lu You's Die in Hua Lian). I'm afraid spring has already opened, not to mention countless red flowers (Xin Qiji's "Fishing"
I look forward to seeing you again in the Ming Dynasty. We should also be surprised to ask: How many buildings in Fahua (Xin Qiji's Nian Nu Jiao) have been deserted recently? Old You Yanfei can say (Xin Qiji's Nian Nu Jiao) that teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the next floor.
Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it.
I want to say that I still have a rest, but it's a cool autumn (Xin Qiji's ugly slave) and nobody cares. What's more, who advised Ti Ying to stop (Xin Qiji's Near Zhu Yingtai), because he brought the sadness of spring, but he didn't know what to do in spring (Xin Qiji's Near Zhu Yingtai). Looking back, the man was there. It's hard to let go of sorrow (Jiang Kui's "Long Pavilion"), Leng Xiang flew to poetry (Jiang Kui's "Nian Nu Jiao") for a long time, and was dyed by acacia in early spring (Jiang Kui's "Walking on the Sand"). Before spring is green, he has his temples first. We leave for too long, and slowly all the pain will be forgotten by time.
I don't know who made me miss that evening, that happy reunion night. Only you and I can understand this feeling. (Jiang Kui's "Partridge Sky") The green carving is easy to cry, and the red calyx is silent and nostalgic (Jiang Kui's "Dimfragrance") is nothing like the spring breeze. No matter what it is, the golden house has been sorted out long ago.
He also taught a song "Go with the Flow", but complained that Yulong's elegy (Jiang Kui's "Thin Shadow") was on the verge of breaking the shore and a new green was born; This is a place that turns red with sadness. I remember the flowers blossoming in the front door and cutting the lights in the middle of the night (Shi Dazu's Luo Qixiang), worried that Cui Dai's eyebrows would be damaged. Flowers bloom every day (Shi Dazu's "Double Words"), and there is a dark green road in front of the building, with a touch of willow and an inch of tenderness (Wu Wenying's "The Wind Into the Pine"). You can't spend your honeymoon with melancholy, and the moss rises to the secluded stage overnight (Wu Wenying Du Qiuniang, Tainiang Bridge).
The wind is floating and the rain is falling. When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.
Time can easily throw people away, cherries are red and bananas are green (Jie Jiang's Plum). Emotions and sorrows are always ruthless. You can't write a book until dawn (Jie Jiang's Young Beauty), and only send a little (Zhang Yan's Jie Lianhuan). Jiangzhou Sima, with a wet shirt, is the end of the world (Wu Ji's Full Moon). Poetry prospers in autumn.
Throughout the ages, romantic figures, how many heroes (Wan Yanshou's "Chao Zhong Cuo") have left their intestines for a while, with thin makeup marks (Yuan Haowen's "Qing Ping Le"), and the seas are dry and the rocks are rotten, but they hate it.
2. Is it enough to mourn the ancient poems and famous sentences of the old friends? When did Shi Mingyue come? He asked heaven for wine.
I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find the shadow, what is it like! The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Cijiang Chengzi lived for ten years and died. Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. [1] Even if we meet, we should not know that the face is covered with dust and temples are like frost.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears, it is expected that heartbroken every year, on the moonlit night, short pine hills.
Partridges and fat water flow eastward, endlessly, and it is not acacia at first. The meeting in the dream is always unclear, and we can't catch up to see a clearer portrait, and this kind of wet dream is often helpless and will be startled by the sound of the mountain bird.
Spring is not green, silk comes first, and it lasts for a long time without sadness. I don't know who made me miss that evening, that happy reunion night. Only you and I can understand this feeling.
The bamboo dock is clean, the water sill is clear, the lovesickness is clear, the city is separated, the autumn frost is scattered, and the residual lotus leaves to listen to the night rain-Li Shangyin's relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, knowing each other in a piece of ice heart jade pot, Wan Li is still a neighbor, and Wan Li is still a relative. After all, the world is just a small place.
"Deng Guazhou" Wang Anshi Jingkou Guazhou Yishui, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? Think of a quiet night: will the moonlight in front of Li Bai's window have frost? .
I looked up at E5a48 de 588B6E799Be5Baa6313332613762, then sank, and suddenly I thought of home. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice heart knows each other in the jade pot. Wan Li is her husband's neighbor, and Wan Li is her neighbor.
After all, the world is just a small place. I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? White rabbits are not as good as new ones. Wan Li, an old friend, has never heard from him, and plans to ask Jiangtou to break the flood.
3. What are the sentences or poems that miss the deceased? 1, Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's Twenty Dreams in the First Month" in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
2. Qing Nalanxingde's "Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha"
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
3. Tang Wang Wei's Weeping Meng Haoran
When an old friend disappears, the Hanshui River flows eastward. Excuse me, Xiangyang is old and Cai Zhou is empty.
4. Two wine poems by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty.
People die in their hometown, and there are lotus flowers in the air. It hurts me to miss this dream.
5. Song Huang Tingjian's "Thousand Years, Flowers Outside the Garden"
Even in tears, how can we meet? I can only lie in an umbrella in the shade of rattan trees and get drunk. My friend has left, and only the empty place is still there. The banquet in the palace is gone, and so are our four outings. Once again, melancholy is like a little pearl in the waves, sinking into the deep sea.
6. Bai Juyi's Crying Liu Shangshu's Two Dreams in Tang Dynasty
Today, I cried and said that I was lonely, and the bedroom door was full of tears. I wonder what's the use of the bow and arrow? I'm afraid my lips will die and my teeth will dry up!
7. Wei Jin and Cao Zhi's "Giving a White Horse to the Preface"
There will never be a farewell. When will you shake hands? Wang Qi loves this county, and everyone likes the Yellow Period. Tears are long and the road is long, so the pen will quit.
8. Wu Wenying's Frost Ye Fei Double Ninth Festival in Song Dynasty.
Early gray hair, worry. Scared by the wind blowing from the black veil. Man Jiang, Cornus officinalis see, but about next year, Cuiwei Gao.
9. Song Huang Tingjian's "Thousand Years, Flowers Outside the Garden"
My friend has left, and only the empty place is still there. The banquet in the palace is gone, and so are our four outings. Once again, melancholy is like a little pearl in the waves, sinking into the deep sea.
10, Li Bai's Gift to Xinping Teenager in Tang Dynasty
The long wind enters the short queue, and the hands inside are like ice. Old friends don't sympathize, but new friends would rather see pity?
1 1, Wang Jia, Tang Dynasty, "Passing an Old Friend's Residence"
At the beginning of sunset, the old house was already inhabited. Confused sons and nephews are scattered, and disappointed monks know books in the room.
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The temples are like rot, the heart is like ashes, and shock and sadness gather together to urge the elderly. Old friend Jiuquan left a message and sent a book thousands of miles.
13, Shi's "Water Tune Song Tou"
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
14, Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
15, Tang Shangyin's Memories of Falling Rocks Pavilion and Cuizhou.
Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city. Autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving residual lotus to listen to the rain.
4. I miss the day of that year and the poem of my old friend.
Text/Jiu Xuyang
That year,
Leaves in midsummer's eyes
Slide carefully.
A clear spring ripples, causing ripples.
A string of lovesickness and two heart lights
Burning the expectations of a season
The last trace of dust
solve
Your favorite Fenglin Mountain.
Take the most beautiful.
sigh
As a bookmark
Count the lines on it.
Your hand
Stop behind the annual rings.
Fingers meet to form a distant figure.
The day after the snow
A street full of lotus shadows is swaying and insomnia.
Nyon people can't sing.
The sadness of the dream curtain
Straight flush only
A lake of bright moonlight
It was filmed.
When will anyone come back?
Cai Yun Dehongzhuang
5. Poems about missing old friends 1. I want to forget about James Zhang and wait for Dugan.
My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder. 2, unlike the night platform, it is dusty and cold, a buried place.
3. Ji Zuo's yellow spring should also brew old springs. Poems in memory of old friends.
4, only in front of the mirror lake, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. -Tang He's two couplets > 5. I want to hang my sword in front of the grave and listen to the piano on my lap.
6, but the inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three spring rays. -Don Meng Jiao's "Wandering Songs" 7. What hope do I have in the darkness of our graves? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death.
I miss my tears all night, and I will receive them again in the morning. 9. The child asked by hand why he didn't pay back * * * to fight for the years and won the sideburns.
10, the dead Yuan knows that everything is empty, but he looks at Kyushu sadly. Poems in memory of old friends.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! 1 1, the road is near the south of the city, so I'm afraid to go. Shen Jiayuan is the most injured.
12, 10% off, heaven and earth, no one can send it! 13, everything in the world is in spring, and now I cry to Cang Ming. Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?
14, three days before the Double Ninth Festival, the woman who died in the dream was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hand and sobbing, and many words were forgotten. 15, we joked that a long time ago, one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left.
16, lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will burn the midnight oil to mend clothes! 17, the dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton. 18, Bai Shu Crow Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into. 19, afraid of hurting mother's feelings, sneaked to the pillow.
20, the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which used to be a stunning photo. 2 1, tears are silent, only regret the past, and rely on painters to keep their knowledge.
22, suitable for all ages, leaving home, the local accent has not changed. -Tang He Zhangzhi's "Homecoming Book" 23, dripping empty ladders, resting in cold rain, burying flowers.
24. Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
25. Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?
The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.
6. Ask for a lot of ancient poems to remember the old friends ~ flying freely is as light as a dream, and the continuous rain is as fine as sorrow.
-Qin Song Guan's "Cold House in the Desert of Huanxisha" is coming, and the cock crows. If you meet a gentleman, you don't have to worry about it? The wind blew through the rain, and there was a cock crow outside the window.
Why not be embarrassed when you meet a gentleman? The wind and rain darkened the sky and the cock crowed outside the window. Didn't Hu Yun like seeing a gentleman? -The word "wind and rain" in The Book of Songs is the Altair, the daughter of Jiao Jiao River.
Skillful hands, make a loom. Tears fall like rain all day long; How clear and shallow the river is! Between water and water, there are no words.
-Erhan Yuefu's "All the Way to the Altair" followed by * * *, and once resigned. Water is injected to the east, and there is no turning back to the west.
The rainy night falls on the empty steps, and the light of dawn leaves the room in the dark. I don't drink when I'm sad. When can I be together? -Northern and Southern Dynasties He Xun's "Leaving Sorrow at Night" is puzzling and walks alone for thousands of miles.
It rained black in the river, and the waves and Whitestorm began to rise. -Northern and Southern Dynasties, He Xun, he stared at the desolate moon in the temporary palace, and he heard the bell in the evening rain, cutting his chest.
-Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow, Cao Qinghu, Wan Li, and Huang Meiyu walked alone. I'm worried about the sound of the wind overturning the dark waves and hitting the boat on the beach.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha" The wind returns to the clouds and breaks through the rain, and the lake is warm again. Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight.
The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased.
—— Tang Baijuyi's "South Lake Spring Morning" red board Jiangqiao green wine flag, when the pavilion is warm and sunny. Poor rain stops the east wind, and thousands of trees hang down separately.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Yang Liuzhi" cried early and rested, and the residual lights went out. Through the window, you know that it rains at night, and bananas speak first.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Rain at Night" Badong sailed to Brazil, and the waves washed out the wind and rain. Polygonum hydropiper is cold and red, and Gracilaria leaves are blue and sad.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Zhuzhici" is vacant. The autumn night is long, and the sky is unknown. The shadow on the wall after the lamp still lingers, and the rustle of dark rain hitting the window.
-Tang Baijuyi's "Shang Yang White Haired Man" is cold in three autumn nights, and an old man is at ease. After lights out, sleep in the beautiful rain.
Grey thermos flask, fragrant warm quilt. The sun is shining, it is freezing, and the frost leaves are full of red.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Sleeping in the Autumn Rain" Xiyuan Road hangs at the head of the city, and the guest has not received the rain from Jiang Ting. Jun, try to divide the water. White clouds are still like Han and Qiu. -Tang "Send Judge Li to Jinjiang De" took a rain break in Dongdutou and went boating in Yonghe for three days.
The old friend's home lives on the bank of the stream, on the bank of the river, and there is a peach forest. -Tang Changjian's "Looking for Li Jiuzhuang in Three Days" Su Xiting's grass grows and flies, who leans against the east wind? Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms.
-Don Dai Shulun's "Su Xi Pavilion" clouds cover the rain, why count it? However, you see, the ancient Guan Zhong, the rich and poor gentleman's Bao Shuya, was abandoned like dirt. -Don Du Fu Poor Bank of Communications Spring leeks are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is freshly cooked in a special way.
My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups. -Tang Du Fu's "Eight Guards for Chu Shi" was exhausted ... There was a need to supplement it, so it was adopted.
7. Poems about missing old friends 1. I'm desperate to stop thinking about James Zhang. I'm waiting for Dugan for a while. My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder.
2, unlike the night platform, it is dusty and cold, a buried place.
3. Ji Zuo's yellow spring should also brew old springs. Poems in memory of old friends.
4, only in front of the mirror lake, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. -Tang He Zhang Zhi <; Two books about returning to China >
5. I want to hang a sword in front of the grave and listen to the piano on my knees.
6, but the inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three spring rays. -Tang Mengjiao <; Wandering songs >
7. What hope do I have in the darkness of our grave? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death.
I miss my tears all night, and I will receive them again in the morning.
9. The child asked by hand why he didn't pay back * * * to fight for the years and won the sideburns.
10, the dead Yuan knows that everything is empty, but he looks at Kyushu sadly. Poems in memory of old friends. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
1 1, the road is near the south of the city, so I'm afraid to go. Shen Jiayuan is the most injured.
12, 10% off, heaven and earth, no one can send it!
13, everything in the world is in spring, and now I cry to Cang Ming. Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?
14, three days before the Double Ninth Festival, the woman who died in the dream was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hand and sobbing, and many words were forgotten.
15, we joked that a long time ago, one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left.
16, lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will burn the midnight oil to mend clothes!
17, the dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton.
18, Bai Shu Crow Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans. Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into.
19, afraid of hurting mother's feelings, sneaked to the pillow.
20, the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
2 1, tears are silent, only regret the past, and rely on painters to keep their knowledge.
22, suitable for all ages, leaving home, the local accent has not changed. -Tang He Zhang Zhi <; Homecoming books >
23, dripping empty ladders, cold rain breaks, and flowers are buried.
24. Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
25. Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.