1. Ancient poems about memory

Ancient poems about memory 1. Ancient poems about memories

I suggest you complete the question and write There are too many poems in my memory. Which aspect can you ask more clearly?

If you are reminiscing about scenery, then Bai Juyi’s "Jiangnan is good, the scenery is familiar to me." When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.

Can you not remember Jiangnan? Recalling the passing of Li Shangyin's feelings can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time. (- - I only remember this sentence, you can search it on Baidu) Nostalgic for the luxury of the palace, Li Yu's The red sun shines through three feet high, The golden furnace adds fragrant beasts successively, The red carpet lichen wrinkles with every step.

The beautiful lady dances with golden hairpins, and when she is drunk, she picks up flower stamens and smells them, and in the distance from the other hall, she can hear the music of Xiaogu. Time flies by in the Han Yuefu. In the green garden, sunflowers bloom and the morning dew waits for the setting sun.

When spring comes, all things will shine. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the yellow flowers and leaves will wither.

When hundreds of rivers reach the sea from the east, when will they return to the west? If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable. - There are also love ones, Nalan Rongruo's, Li Yu's, Lu You's Yunyun, these are the memories I am familiar with. You can search for Li Yu's words in the second half of his life. Most of them are memories, and they are beautifully written.

Li Qingzhao was also pretty good in his later years. But when looking for Li Yu's lyrics, it's best to look for translations of them, because some of his lyrics contain too much about the love between men and women, and his style is straightforward.

A little bit of that and that and that - -.

2. What are the ancient poems about "memory"

Sentences about "memory": 1. After a long separation, we can remember each other, where did the lonely boat come from.

——Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty, "Happy to Li Han from Yue" The whole poem: Floating south on the sea, thousands of miles to Wutai. After a long separation, we still remember each other. Where did the lonely boat come from?

The spring breeze makes guests drunk, and the moon in the river opens to people. You are unfettered, and the sand gull alone does not guess.

2. The long cause is sent to someone else's place, and I remember the time when I found another home. ——Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty, "Thoughts on a Journey to Jibei" The whole poem: Looking at the country every day, singing in the sky with white ramie poems.

Chang Yin gave it away to someone else, so I recalled the time when I found another home. When you are frustrated, you still talk alone; when you are sad, you only know it yourself.

The willow tree outside the guest pavilion has all its branches facing south. 3. The willows grow on the spring embankment, recalling the time with old friends.

——Tang Dynasty Meng Haoran's "Sending Shanyin Cui Shaofu Guofu on the River" Complete poem: The willows grow on the spring embankment, recalling the time with old friends. The grass and trees have no intention of doing so; they will flourish and wither at their own time.

The shadow of the mountain determines the distance, and the sun on the river misses me. Not as good as the Orchid Pavilion Meeting, chanting poems to exorcise evil spirits in vain.

4. When the shuttle stops, I sadly remember the people far away. When I sleep alone in a solitary room, I shed tears like rain. ——Li Bai, Tang Dynasty, "Crying in the Night" The whole poem: The crow wants to rest on the edge of Huangyun City, and flies back to crow on the dumb branches.

The girl from Qinchuan is weaving brocade in the machine, and the blue gauze is like smoke and she is talking through the window. Stopping the shuttle, I recall the distant people sadly, and I sleep alone in a lonely room with tears like rain.

5. Recall that in Jincheng the songs were blowing to the sea, and the rain was unknown for seven nights. ——Lu You, Song Dynasty, "Listening to the Rain on a Winter Night" The whole poem: Every drop around the eaves is like a piano, and it is strange to listen to it in a quiet room with pillows.

Reminiscent of the song blowing in the sea in Jincheng, and the rain on seven nights was unknown. 6. Sighing now, haggardly remembering the past joys, separated by heavy doors.

——Song Dynasty Huayue's "The River is Red" The whole poem: I am too lazy to take the crown, but only take a branch of green cypress. The finger is pricked and the book is sealed, and there is still blood left.

The willow eyebrows are frowning with sorrow, and the peach face is wet with sweat and rouge. Guess who knows the names of jade fiber and cover in ancient words.

The bottle has fallen, I would rather have no problem. The alliance has been lost and it is difficult to become an equal.

I remember the pavilion in the past and the northeast of the painting building. The candle shadow burns the butterfly dream, and the feathers wrinkle the wings of the mandarin duck.

Sighing now, haggardly remembering the joy of the past, separated by heavy doors. 7. Reminiscing about the past meeting when we were both young, we don’t know who will be the first to fall in love.

——Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty, "It's Hard to Trust You" Complete poem: The hibiscus flowers bloom in the morning and fall again in the evening, but I am uniquely different from the flower Ning. Reminiscing about the past meeting when we were both young, we didn't know who would be the first to fall in love.

I appreciate your preparations and chase you away. Chengjun’s family is well-off and hard-working. He can know that people and affairs are repeated, and slanderous words will disappear in a moment.

When I got married, I was too embarrassed to wear my robes, but now I realize how difficult it is to take care of you. It’s difficult for you to trust me, but I don’t forget the old promise.

8. Naiyou is separated, under the moonlight of Yaotai, I look back and think about it frequently. ——Zhou Bangyan of the Song Dynasty, "Niannujiao" The whole poem: The drunk soul wakes up, listening to the song of a bird, the quiet studio is quiet.

The light sun has just broken, and the sky is full of beautiful scenery. I cherish the fragrant plums the most, they bloom secretly in the cold weather, leaking the news of spring.

The pond is full of fragrant grass and beautiful scenery. Because I remember the old days and the peach blossoms in the alley, it's like we first met each other.

Time flies, because I am used to it, looking for rain and traces of clouds. It's time to leave, under the moonlight on Yaotai, I look back and think about it frequently.

Heavy sorrow and hatred, everything is in my mind. 9. I long recall the time when we said goodbye. The scenery was sparse upstairs, and the bright moon was like water.

——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, "Yong Yu Le" The whole poem: I remember the time of farewell, the scenery is sparse upstairs, the bright moon is like water. Good wine and clear songs can linger, and the moon follows people thousands of miles away.

Don’t come here three times, lonely and full, left out and drunk with me. Rolling bead curtains, looking at the shadows sadly, I can't sleep until dawn.

I have a guest coming from Huaishang today. I can tell you what you mean. With the Qinghuai River, it is clear that there are tears of lovesickness in the sea.

Where are you now? The Western Wall is under the Qing Dynasty, and the night is full of dew and invasion. At this time, if you look at the bright moon in the corridor, you should also remember it secretly.

10. Whoever is passionate about the Tao will meet and remember each other. ——Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty, "The River is Red" The whole poem: Visiting the rain and looking for the clouds is nothing more than a strange and beautiful appearance.

There is something in it, innocence and beauty, and a natural standard. The bad hair, the beautiful face, the happy face, it is a pity to think about it carefully.

After separation, resentment and idle sorrow piled up. There is no information.

The dream soul is broken and hard to find. After thinking about it, how can I get it?

Whoever is so sentimental and relies on Xiangdao, come to see each other and remember each other. If it doesn't work, it will always be like today, lightly thrown away.

11. When I recall the joy of my hometown with sadness, when will I be able to plant more flowers in my urn? ——Lu Xun's "Farewell to My Brothers" Complete poem: 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? Famous quotes about "memories": 1. On this very long road, I walked through Yangguan Avenue and also walked across a single-plank bridge.

Beside the road, there are deep mountains and swamps, and there are also pleasant flat slopes; there are apricot blossoms in spring rain, and there are autumn winds in the north; there are mountains and rivers, and there are dark willows and flowers; The road is too long, the time is too long, there are too many shadows, and the memories are too heavy.

——Ji Xianlin's "Eighty Years of Memories" 2. When you think about the changing future or recall the past, please don't forget to look back at your side, because I will always be there, With all my love. "So So What If You Are My Student" 3. Whose youth is not missing? Didn't miss it? Some can be made up for, and some are too late.

It doesn’t matter whether you are late or early, every good time and beautiful scenery will eventually come to an end, and memories will also have a barren day, as long as you were there once. ——Zhang Xiaoxian 4. Live in memories, for the sake of him who cannot come back.

"Tomb Robbers Notes" 5. Since the future will not give us the chance to meet, we can only see each other in memories from now on - Luoluo "Meet each other in memories from now on" 6. Memories are a very tiring thing, so just It's like when you have insomnia, no matter how you lie down, you can't lie down right. 7. The deepest and deepest place, the place where all memories are wiped blank.

When everything outside remains intact and life continues happily and normally, there is still a place of infinite silence. Like staying at the end of the edge of the entire universe, time and memory merge and solidify together.

You can still hear the most complete and lonely voice. ——Luoluo "Those Warm and Beautiful Things in Life" 8. She left nothing behind, only the shadow of memories in my life.

——Mai Xiyin's "Forward" 9. We were not by each other's side when we needed each other. Even if one day you no longer recognize me, the days we spent together will There will always be beautiful memories in my life. I know I am not his favorite, but I just want him to think of me. . ——Mai Xiyin's "Previous" 10. He left, leaving nothing behind, only the shadow of memories.

When I am lonely and hurt, I always think of the past that I can never go back to. I thought that the longer time goes by, the more memories will be diluted, but I found that I was wrong.

It can only remind me of the past even more - Mai Xiyin's "Forward".

3. Ancient poems about memory

Ancient poems about memories "Qingyu Case" by He Zhu Lingbo cannot pass by Hengtang Road.

But watch and see Fang Chen go. Who will spend the golden years? Yueqiao Garden, with small windows and red doors.

Only Chun knows the place. The blue clouds are rising slowly into the dusk.

New inscriptions with colored pens on heartbreaking sentences. How much leisure time do you have? Yichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and rain, and plums are yellow and rainy.

Die Lian Hua Liu Yong Standing leaning against the dangerous building, the wind blows softly, looking forward to the sorrow of spring, and the gloomy sky. In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, there is no word who will come.

I plan to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the strong music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.

Oucheng Li Qingzhao Fifteen years ago, at the end of the day, Xiang Cong once wrote a flower appreciation poem. The flowers and the moon look alike today, and my feelings are as peaceful as those of the past.

Ouyang Xiu, a student of Chazi. On the night of Yuan Dynasty last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day, the moon was shining on the willow branches, and people were gathering after dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same, no one from last year is seen, and the sleeves of spring shirts are wet with tears.

4. What are the ancient poems about memory

1. "Happy Li Han Zhi Yue Zhi"

Era: Tang Author: Liu Changqing

Floating on the sea in the south, thousands of miles to Wutai. After a long separation, we still remember each other. Where did the lonely boat come from?

The spring breeze makes guests drunk, and the moon in the river opens to people. You are unfettered, and the sand gull alone does not guess.

2. "Thoughts on a Journey to Jibei"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Ji

Looking at my hometown every day, I sing songs in the sky and white ramie poems. Because of the long history, I gave it away to others, and I remember when I left home.

When you are frustrated, you still talk alone, and when you are sad, you only know it. The willow tree outside the guest pavilion has all its branches facing south.

3. "Send a Letter to Shanyin Cui Shaofu Guofu on the River"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Meng Haoran

Willows grow on the spring embankment, recalling old friends.

Grass and trees have no intention of doing so. They will flourish and wither at their own time.

The shadow of the mountain determines the distance, and the sun on the river misses me.

Not as good as the Orchid Pavilion Meeting, chanting poems to exorcise evil spirits in vain.

4. "Crying in the Night"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Bai

Crows want to rest on the edge of Huangyun City, returning to fly and crow on the dumb branches.

The girl from Qinchuan is weaving brocade in the machine, and the blue gauze is like smoke and she is talking through the window.

When the shuttle stops, I sadly remember the people far away. I sleep alone in a solitary room and shed tears like rain.

5. "Listening to the Rain on a Winter Night"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You

Around the eaves, every drop is like a musical instrument, with pillows and pillows to listen to in a secluded room. strange.

Reminiscent of the song blowing in the sea in Jincheng, and the rain on seven nights was unknown.

6. "The King Is Hard to Trust"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Anshi

The hibiscus blooms in the morning and falls again at dusk, but I am uniquely different from Hua Ning.

We were young when we met in the past, and we didn’t know who would be the first to fall in love.

I appreciate your preparations and chase you away. Chengjun’s family is well-off and hard-working.

He who knows how things are repeated, and slanderous words will disappear in a moment.

When I got married, I was too embarrassed to wear my robes, but now I realize how difficult it is to take care of you.

It’s hard for you to trust me, but I don’t forget the old promise.

7. "Nian Nujiao? The drunk soul suddenly wakes up"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhou Bangyan

The drunk soul wakes up, listens to the song of a bird, and is in a quiet place Calm.

The light sun has just broken, and the sky is full of beautiful scenery.

I cherish the fragrant plums the most, they bloom secretly in the cold weather and leak the news of spring.

The pond is full of fragrant grass and beautiful scenery.

Reminiscing about the old days and the peach blossoms in the alley, it’s like we first met each other.

Time flies, because I am used to it, looking for rain and traces of clouds.

It’s time to leave. Under the moonlight on Yaotai, I look back and think about my memories.

Heavy sorrow and hatred, everything is in my mind.

8. "Yong Yu Le? Long Memories of Farewell"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi

Long Memories of Farewell, Scenery Upstairs, Bright Moon Like water.

Good wine and clear songs can linger, and the moon follows people thousands of miles away.

Don’t come here three times, lonely and full, left out and drunk with me.

Rolling bead curtains, looking at the shadow sadly, I have no sleep until dawn.

Today I have a guest coming from Huaishang. I can tell you what you mean.

With the Qinghuai River, I can clearly see the tears of lovesickness in the sea.

Where are you now? The Western Wall has been banned, and the night is full of flowers and invaders.

Looking at the dawn in the corridor at this time, you should also remember it secretly.

9. "Three Farewells to My Brothers - Xin Chou February and Postscript"

Era: Modern Author: Lu Xun

Dream souls often rush to their hometown , I began to believe that separation is painful in the 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.

Recalling the joy of my hometown with sadness, when will I be able to plant more flowers in my 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? It always carries the sail to the sky.

10. "Qinyuan Spring? Changsha"

Era: Modern Author: Mao Zedong

In the cold autumn of Independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north to the head of Orange Island.

Look at the mountains all red, the forests all dyed; the rivers full of green, with hundreds of boats vying for the current.

The eagle strikes the sky, the fish flies on the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete for freedom.

I am melancholy and ask myself, who is in charge of the ups and downs of the vast earth?

I brought hundreds of couples on this trip and recalled the glorious past.

Qia was a classmate of a young boy who was in his prime, but he was a scholar and scolded Fang Qiu.

Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the excrement of thousands of households.

Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the current, the waves stopped the boat!

5. Poems about memory

"Jin Se" by Li Shangyin

The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past.

Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.

The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.

This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss.

Yan Jidao

After the dream, the tower is locked high, and the curtain is hung low after being drunk. Last year, spring regret came. The fallen flower man is independent, and the tiny swift swallows fly together.

I remember when we first met Xiaoqian, Luo Yi had a double heart. The pipa strings speak of lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds.

The colorful sleeves held the jade bell diligently, but in those days, the beauty was drunk. Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan.

After seeing each other goodbye, I recall meeting each other. I share my dreams with you several times. Tonight I only shine the silver light, as if I am afraid that we will meet again in a dream.

6. What are the ancient poems about "memory"

The ancient poems about "memory" are as follows:

1. "Crossing the River Clouds·Shanyin" Long-term guests recall Xihang in spring again and again, but they are sad and sad. Zhang Yan of the Song Dynasty

The mountains are empty and the sky flows into the sea. I lean on the building and look at the extreme. The wind is blowing and the evening tide is beginning. It is raining outside a curtain, and there are several idle fields, and spring hoeing is going on across the water. The new smoking ban willows, I want to be as green as the West Lake now. I still remember that it was a deep retreat with two or three trees behind the door.

I am worried. The ancient trees on the barren island are broken and the branches are sparse, and where are they drifting? Empty self-consciousness, reduced shame, shadow and light alone. I often see peach blossoms when I am in doubt. Even recently, I have been laughing and reading. The book is far away, and there is no dream.

2. "Dayou·Nine Days" Song Dynasty Pan Xibai

In front of the horse stage, picking flowers under the fence, asking about the age of the year, or the Double Nine. Just returned, the green color of Nanshan is still the same. The wind and rain last night were nothing like the time of arrival. A sentiment of Song Yu, very slim and slim.

Red Corus Pedicea, empty pair of wine. It's slightly cold when the anvil moves, secretly bullying Luo Xiu. There is not much autumn left, and the lotuses and willows have already fallen. He straightened the brim of his hat, tilted his head, and scratched his head towards the end of the world. I recall a few memories of my motherland: the sea shield and the perch, before the frost and the geese behind.

3. "Spring in the Jade House" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty

Cut half of the frost silk by hand. Incense stains blue moths and tear rolls.

When painting, the beautiful clouds are connected across the long lines, and the seals are both stained with dark colors.

There was no limit to what I could pay you back then. Want to make makeup marks grow in your eyes.

As soon as I recall it and look at it, it feels like seeing each other again before the flowers.

4. "Crying Li Shangshu" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

Zhangbin and Haoli passed away in the same year.

I want to keep Xu Jian, but I still recall Dai Chuan.

We know each other like a white head, but this is the end of the world.

Wherever the wind and rain come, the rivers and lakes are filled with tears.

Xiu Wenjiang was in charge of the chariot, and Zhang Qian was lost as envoy.

Travelers in history are here, and poets show their verses.

The guest pavilion has a perfect saddle and horse, and the traveler's net is hung with insects.

The soul returns to Zhao Qiuyuan, and the soul returns to Su Chan.

In the place where Qiaosu was buried, his mouthpiece turned to the sky.

The autumn colors wither the spring grass, and the king and grandson are just beside each other.

5. "Back to the Autumn Suburbs of Luocheng to Pay Attention to the Imperial Guards in Taichung" Su Weiwei of the Tang Dynasty

A thin tour of the Shuangshuang Office, pointing directly to the heart of the ring.

During the southern period of Lipu, Henggao was temporarily in the north.

The mountains are clear and the passes are blocked, and the Sichuan and Guangcheng are overcast at dusk.

Changpu leads to Guidian, and ditches block the stone forest.

The wild boy came to pick up the things, and the field old man came to sing.

Crickets rise in the autumn wind, and the late dew of jianjia is deep.

The imperial city is still gloomy, and there are several conscripts.

Reminiscing about the place where the book was written, I worked hard and sang to express my gratitude.

7. Poems about memories

1. "Huanxisha·Who misses the west wind and cools alone" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde who misses the west wind and cools alone, the rustling yellow leaves close the window , meditating on the past and setting the sun.

Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary. Translation: The autumn wind blows coldly, who misses the feeling of loneliness? Watching the flying yellow leaves covering the sparse windows, standing under the setting sun, recalling the past is vague.

Taking a nap after drinking, the beautiful spring weather is blooming, gambling in the boudoir, the clothes are filled with the fragrance of tea, the ordinary things in the past can no longer be fulfilled. 2. "Qing Ping Le: In the Snow Every Year" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao: In the snow every year, I often put plum blossoms to get drunk.

There is no good intention in moving away all the plum blossoms, and you will be filled with tears. This year, everywhere in the world, Xiaoxiao’s temples are blooming.

It depends on the wind coming in late, so it should be difficult to see plum blossoms. Translation: When it snowed every year when I was a child, I would often indulge in the interest of arranging plum blossoms.

Later, although I had the plum branch in my hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I just rubbed it carelessly, but my clothes were stained with tears. When the plum blossoms bloom again this year, I live alone in a very remote place, and my short and thin hair around my ears has turned gray.

Looking at the open plum blossoms blown by the wind that night, it is probably difficult to see their splendor. 3. "Magpies Stepping on the Branches·Six Curved Ladders Nestled Against Green Trees" Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi Six crooked railings nestled against green trees, the willows spread out their golden strands in the gentle breeze.

Who moved the zither to the jade pillar, and the petrels flew through the curtain. My eyes are full of hairsprings and fallen catkins. When the red apricots bloom, there is a sudden clear rain.

The orioles talk nonsense while sleeping, and the good dreams are nowhere to be found. Translation: In the green shade, a unique and quiet small building quietly stands alone, with its twists and turns of railings tightly nestled against the green trees, and the two complement each other.

The spring breeze is warm and gentle, and the light yellow, tender green, and silky willows sway their waists and sway in various ways in the wind. The spring light is bright, the sky is clear, the gossamers are curling, and the catkins are flying. This is the scene of late spring. Just when the apricot flowers are in full bloom and extremely beautiful, it starts to rain lightly.

In such a deep feeling, she couldn't help but fall into a deep sleep. While she was sleeping soundly and sweetly, she was awakened by the crisp cry of an oriole outside the window, and her sweet dream was nowhere to be found. 4. "Two Poems on Shen Yuan" Song Dynasty: Lu You The setting sun on the city painted corners of sadness, Shen Yuan is no longer the old pool platform, the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, and the shadow of the startled dragon once came.

The dream has faded and the fragrance has faded for forty years, and the old willow in the garden has stopped blowing. This body is walking in the soil of Jishan, and its traces are still missing.

Translation: The sound of painted horns on the city wall seems to be mourning. Shen Garden is no longer the original pool, pavilion and pavilion. The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful figure floating here like a sudden dragon.

More than forty years have passed since her death, and the willow trees in Shen Garden are too old to spit out catkins and blow cotton. I am about to turn into a handful of dirt in Kuaiji Mountain, but I still come here to pay my respects and shed tears.

5. "Partridge Sky·A Guest Talks about Fame and Fame in Reminiscence of Youth" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji When he was in his prime, he held thousands of men with flags, and he rode across the river suddenly with brocade. The soldiers of Yan 62616964757a686964616fe58685e5aeb931333366303164 were dancing at night with silver barbarians, and the arrows of Han were flying towards the golden servant girls.

Chasing the past, sighing at the present, the spring breeze will not stain the white mustache. But he exchanged ten thousand words of military strategy for his boss's tree-planting book.

Translation: When I was young, I led more than 10,000 soldiers and elite cavalry across the Yangtze River.

The Jin soldiers were preparing their quivers at night, while our Han army shot arrows called Jin Pugu at the enemy early in the morning.

Reminiscing about the past, I lamented that the spring breeze could no longer dye my white beard black. I think the tens of thousands words of strategies that can pacify the Jin people should be exchanged for books on tree planting with people in the east.

8. Ancient poems about memories

"Beginning to carry the autumn suburbs of Luo City and pay attention to the imperial officials in Taichung" Year: Tang Author: Su Weiwei traveled to the Shuangshuang Office and pointed directly at the ring Bing Xin.

During the southern period of Lipu, Henggao was temporarily in the north. The mountains are clear and the passes are blocked, and Sichuan and the city are overcast at dusk.

Changpu leads to Guidian, and ditches block the stone forest. The wild boy comes to pick it up, and the old man from the field sings it.

Crickets rise in the autumn wind, and the late dew of jianjia is deep. The imperial city is still gloomy, and there are several campaigns.

Reminiscing about the place where the book was written, I worked hard and sang to express my gratitude. "Three Farewells to My Brothers - Postscript by Xin Chou in February" Era: Modern Author: Lu Xun The dream soul often rushes to his hometown, and he begins to believe that separation in the world is painful.

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 my urn? The spring breeze is easy to send off the new year, and the boat is sailing at night with a puff of smoke. What's the matter? The ridge is proud of me, and the sails are always sailing across the sky.

"Xichun Ci" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Tian Xi The spring beauty came from Jiang State at the beginning, and the willows and plum blossoms bloomed by the lake. Plum blossoms and flying snow willows droop, urging the seasons one by one.

The force of spring beats the cold across the Yangtze River, and orioles sprout wings in the deep valleys. The dawn moon is light and the garden is forbidden to cry, and the peach and plum trees in the south garden have become a trail.

Just where is the beauty of beauty? 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 the Danfeng Palace in Beijing and Luo.

Tianjin has green water, smokey trees and deep trees, and thousands of wells are full of music and peonies. When Emperor Luan Yu arrived, the auspicious mist on Songfeng Mountain enveloped the suburbs.

His followers are thousands of officials and ten thousand cavalry, and he is a guard of Yulin and Yi Fei. The sixth palace is accompanied by Luo Zhucui, and all 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.

The waning moon in the west tower is deep in the palace, and the bright river is half sunk 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 hangs the curtain and the pheasant tail is opened, and the ocher robe faces the Supreme Being at dawn.

Now I live in Linqingwei, Dumen is no different from Tianya. Don't forget that poetry and wine are crazy in your heart, but I am happy with the ancient 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.