1. Poems: Last year today, peach blossoms set each other off in this door.

from: Cui Hu's

Interpretation: Last spring, in this family's home, I saw that beautiful face and peach blossoms set off each other, which made them look particularly rosy.

2. Poem: and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, copy has come and gone before I knew.

from: The Jinse by Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty

Interpretation: The feelings of joys and sorrows are not to be recalled today, but they were careless in those days and have long been disconsolate.

3. Poems: since we left one another, floating apart like clouds, ten years have run like water-till at last we join again.

from: Wei Yingwu's "a greeting on the huai river to my old friends from liangchuan/Huai Shang Xi Hui Liang Zhou Old Friend"

Interpretation: After parting, it is like floating clouds, and the years are like flowing water, and zhidao has wandered for ten years.

4. Poem: A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, a lamp in the river's lake for ten years.

from: Huang Tingjian's

Interpretation: Watching peaches and plums and drinking wine in the spring breeze, it has been ten years since we left each other, and I often miss you in the lonely lamp and listening to the autumn rain.

5. Poem: I dream of Yangzhou once every ten years, and I win the unfortunate reputation of a brothel.

from: Tang Dynasty Du Mu's

Interpretation: Yangzhou's ten-year indulgence is like a dream, but it has become a fickle reputation among prostitutes. 2. Express memories. Commemorative poems (famous sayings)

It rained in the Qingming period of Du Mu in memory, and pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. Qingming Yu Wang has no flowers and no wine, and its taste is bleak like a wild monk.

Yesterday, my neighbor begged for a new fire, and the window was separated from the reading lamp. Qingming Huang Tingjian Festival Qingming peaches and plums smile, Noda wasteland only gives birth to sorrow.

the thunder stung the dragon and snake, and the rain made the grass soft in the suburbs. People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine, but people are willing to burn to death.

sages and fools have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of Artemisia scoparia. There are many tomb fields in the southern and northern hills of Gao Zhu during the Qingming Festival, and the Qingming Festival is different.

paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are stained into red azaleas. At sunset, the fox sleeps on the grave, and the night returns to the children to laugh at the lights.

if you have wine in life, you should be drunk. A drop has never reached Jiuquan. At a banquet in the house of the taoist priest mei Meng Haoran in my bed among the woods, grieving that spring must end, I lifted up the curtain on a pathway of flowers.

and a flashing bluebird bade me come, to the dwelling-place of the Red Pine Genie. What a flame for his golden crucible, peach-trees magical with buds!.

and for holding boyhood in his face, the rosy-flowing wine of clouds!! On Qingming Day, Wei Shi was sent to the imperial court to demote Qian Zhou Bai Juyi, who was lonely on Qingming Day and depressed Sima's family. Leave the porridge and cold porridge, and cook new tea over the fire.

if you want to leave without wine, there are flowers. Where to move south? This place is far away.

On Qingming Day, watching prostitutes dance and listening to guest poems, Bai Juyi watched Yan Ruyu dance, and listening to poetry is like gold. Kirara laughed from Xu, and the string tube might as well sing.

it's a pity that the spring breeze is old. Send flowers to cold food, and at this time.

On Qingming Night, Bai Juyi was so windy and windy that the moon was clear and the red porch was built with blue stones to stab historians. Walk alone in the roundabout singing, far from the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the flowers.

On Qingming Day, I went to Laojun Pavilion and looked at Luocheng to present Han Daoshi Bai Juyi with scenery, fireworks, singing, crying, sadness and joy among cities. Why not follow the East Luoshui, whose family is buried in North Mangshan.

there are no horses and chariots in the middle bridge, and it is not idle to cross the boat and sail. Burial tombs are crowded with people, and Liaodong is disappointed to see cranes flying back.

Qingming is a matter. Meng Haoran emphasized Qingming in the emperor, and people were worried. The carriage creaked noisily along the road, and the outskirts of the city of Willow were verdant.

flowers and grass are blooming together, and the warbler flies and the butterfly plays a double role. Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of wine.

From Xiwuqiao to Guayan Village on Qingming Day, it was raining in Longmen after Zhang Ji, and the wind of your cave was born in spring. Birds crow and the road is quiet, and flowers are ruined.

Ming Yu is ashamed of his time, but he is an old man who studies silk. Old tourists are gone, and they are disappointed in the east of Luocheng.

On the Qingming Day, the Longmen Tour is popular in Li Qiao, and all the doors will be opened. Luoyang Road in succession, looking south at Yichuan Que.

Yan Yang rides the breeze, and the moon is seen on a clear day. The forest sees two mountains moving, and the water sees a thousand niches.

Luo Mei's shredded poplar, fragrant and radiant, causes fur. Have fun and enjoy yourselves, for fear of lingering fragrance.

The cold food goes to Wangmen early on Qingming Day, which leads to Li Qiao tourists heading for Liangdi and entering Chutai in the morning. The locust smoke is scattered by dawn, and the elm fire should bloom in spring.

On the sunny rainbow, flowers come with the early butterflies. The glory rides the festival, and the rest blows the light ash.

On Qingming Day, Wang Shanchi was given a flying word. It is said that today's Qingming banquet is a good place to cherish Fangfei. Under the swaying flowers, the delicate warblers flew about.

the list of songs in Lvzhu, and the flag of dancing in Hongqiao. The gentle wind is partial to the law, and the drizzle does not touch the clothes.

kindness is like changing fire, and spring goes and spring comes back. Qingming Banquet SiXun Liu Langzhong don't leave Zu Yong Tian Jia Fu Jin Chen, eat, drink and be merry.

Ji Ri's gardens are good, and Qingming fireworks are new. Make friends with a long history, and become neighbors with virtue.

it's dark when the pool shines on the window, and the cup is fragrant and the medicine tastes spring. Flowers cover the ground in front of the eaves, and birds outside the bamboo peep at people.

there's no need to live in seclusion in taoyuan. After the Qingming Festival, I went to the city to look at the scenery of Liu Changqing, and the Yunshan was above me.

flowers are like the old days, and new smoke comes from every well. There is no open space in the grass, and the river flows far away.

Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset. On the Qingming Day, I remembered my brother Wei Yingwu's cold food recipe was sickly, and I was relieved.

At last, I miss my hometown, and fireworks are everywhere in Qing Chuan. Apricot porridge is still delicious, and elm soup has been slightly fried.

I only hate my dear Yan, and I will spend this glorious year. 1. we bid each other a sad farewell, we two officials going opposite ways.

and yet, while China holds our friendship, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. (Wang Bo: farewell to vice-prefect du setting out for his official post in shu) 2. o Prince of Friends, you are gone again, I hear them sighing after you.

(Li Bai: seeing friends off 3. grasses return again green in the spring, but O my Prince of Friends, do you?? (Bai Juyi: "Giving the ancient grass a farewell") 4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise my friend to dry a cup of wine, west out of the yang Guan, it is difficult to meet relatives.

(Wang Wei: "Send the Second Envoy of Yuan Dynasty to Anxi") 5. Cold rain entered Wu at night, and Pingming saw off the guests in Chu Mountain. (Wang Changling: "at hibiscus inn parting with xin jian") 6. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world knows the gentleman.

(Gao Shi: "Don't be too big") 7. Peach Blossom Pond is not as good as thousands of feet. (Li Bai: "Gift to Wang Lun") 8. The lonely sail is far from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

(Li Bai: a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou) 9. we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, leaving behind him only hoof-prints. (Cen Can: "a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home") 1. Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue.

the evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountains. The horizon of the sky, the corner of the sea, and the intimate friends are half scattered.

A spoonful of turbid wine will make me happy, and I will bid farewell to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong: Farewell). 3. Memories, commemorative words or sentences

Memories, poems

Missing, remembering, caring, attachment, remembering

Sorrow, sweet memories, memories of the past, myriad thoughts, reminiscing about the past

Flowers bloom in the evening, fresh in memory, unforgettable, reminiscing about the present, fresh in memory

. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, nowhere to talk bleak, even if we meet, we should not know, and our faces are covered with dust, and our temples are like frost. At night, I dreamed of returning home suddenly, and the window of Xiao Xuan was dressing up, caring for each other silently, but there were a thousand lines of tears, which made me feel heartbroken every year, and the moon was bright and the hills were short.

it's raining outside the curtain, and spring is fading. Luo Zhou can't stand the cold of the five, and he doesn't know that he is a guest in his dream. Don't lean on the fence alone, it's infinite, it's easy to see when it's difficult, and the water is gone, and it's heaven and earth 4. Poems about reminiscence

Time passes by but I miss

My mind when a maple leaf falls

In this season, I think of

peach blossoms full of trees falling into the wind

Bringing youth closer to my autumn

When we singers elegantly pick up memories

but get lost in the warm winter

Second,

Memories are shallow and I stop. Those who have long lost the past

deliberately stay only add sadness

Those slightly shaken hearts have no time to wait

Once again, I said that the geese leave no trace

Third,

I should take happiness away

I shouldn't forget it in an empty memory

Let my mind get wet by the rain

Blurred the track of love

Air-dried, cold-cut, heated

Swallowed loneliness with bitterness

Only when my face was full

did I find that what was hollowed out was my mood

Rain

Xiao Feng fell into a heavy weight. Acacia kills the soul

Beauty sings

The sound of rustling beats the soul of drums,

Jade-faced fish makes Kyushu drunk.

If the beauty is famous,

How can her white hair show the world dust?

The memorial

Tomb Sweeping Tumu

It rains in the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to kill their souls.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The interest is bleak like a wild monk.

Yesterday, my neighbor begged for a new fire, and the window was divided into reading lamps.

The Qingming Huang Tingjian

The festival was clear and the peaches and plums laughed, and the Noda wasteland only gave birth to sorrow.

The thunder stung the dragons and snakes, and the original grass and trees in the suburbs were soft in the rain.

People begged for sacrifices to their wives and concubines, but it was unfair to burn them to death.

There are different views on the Qingming Festival.

Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears become red cuckoos.

At sunset, foxes sleep on the graves, and at night, they return to their children to laugh at the lights.

If you have wine in life, you must be drunk.

Meng Haoran of at a banquet in the house of the taoist priest mei

in my bed among the woods, grieving that spring must end, I lifted up the curtain on a pathway of flowers.

and a flashing bluebird bade me come, to the dwelling-place of the Red Pine Genie.

what a flame for his golden crucible.

Send Wei Shi to Bai Juyi in Qianzhou on Qingming Day

Lonely Qingming Day, depressed Sima's family.

Leave the syrup and cold porridge, and make new tea over the fire.

If you want to leave without wine, you will have flowers.

Where to move south? It's the end of the world here.

Watching prostitutes dance and listening to guest poems on Qingming Day, Bai Juyi

Watching Yan Ruyu dance, listening to poetry is like gold.

Kirara laughed from Xu, and the stringed instrument might as well sing.

It's a pity that the spring breeze is old, and the wine lamp is deep.

Giving flowers to send cold food, and at this time, I'm worried.

Bai Juyi on Qingming Night

It's so windy. Listen to the strings from a distance and watch the flowers in the dark.

On Qingming Day, I went to Laojun Pavilion and looked at Luocheng to present Bai Juyi, a Korean Taoist priest.

On Qingming Day, I sang and cried, and I was sad and happy in the city.

If you don't go with Dongluo Water, you will be buried in Mangshan Mountain in the north.

There are no cars and horses in the middle bridge, and you will not be idle when you cross the boat.

There are many people disturbing the graves in Liaodong.

2: Broken promises, patched up yesterday.

3: With memories, life can be enriched, and years can be full of poetry. Indulge in memories, youth is inevitably pale, and the heart of a man is also sad.

4: Memory is a lamp that illuminates the heart. Let you see clearly that the darkness in your heart is not your own defect, but because of the angle of illumination, you misunderstand and ignore it.

5: Life is actually a lonely journey, and no one can accompany you to the end. A brief meeting is just the foreshadowing of the next parting. Cold lurking, relying on the opportunity to come out. All the pain and beauty will eventually fade away with the river of years. Until there is no trace, no place to pursue. Finally, there are some faint sadness and memories left.

6: With good friends around, hell becomes heaven! The only rose without thorns in the world is friendship.

7: Birds' wings vibrate in the air, which is a noisy and cold sound full of fear and an uncertain destination flow.

8: The most regrettable thing in life is to give up what you shouldn't give up easily and stick to what you shouldn't stick to.

9: Memory is an old musical piece on an old phonograph, with dust and scars all over it. Babbling, babbling, babbling, seems to pour out the desolate broken life at ordinary times, like reading endless vicissitudes of life.

1: I thought that my own star would not fall, but when it did fall, I found out that there was really no eternity in the world.

11: There is no ifs in life, only consequences and results. The past never comes back, and what comes back is no longer perfect.

12: Young people have dreams, and old people have memories. Recklessness in youth, regret in old age.

13: falling in love is a feeling. When this feeling is gone, I am still pushing myself. This is called responsibility! Breaking up is courage! When this courage is gone, I am still encouraging myself. This is called tragic! 6. Poems about memory

1: and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew. 2. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain. 3. Back in those days, Jin Ge was an iron horse and swallowed Wan Li like a tiger. 4. Think back to Gong Jin, when Miss Qiao first got married, she was handsome and handsome, with a feather fan and a black scarf, talking and laughing, and the fly ash was gone. 5: When I was young, I didn't know the moon, so I called it a white jade plate, and I was suspicious of Yao Tai Jing, flying at the end of Qingyun Mountain. 6. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot. 1, "In addition to the Night Work" Tang Gaoshi

The cold lights in the hotel stayed up alone, and the guest's heart turned sad.

I miss my hometown for thousands of miles tonight, and it will be another year in the Ming Dynasty.

2, "Going Home" Tang Du Mu

The young child took the clothes and asked, why is it too late to return? * * * Who fights for time and wins sideburns?

3, "Homesickness" Song Li Gou

People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see your home as far as you can.

I hate the separation of Bishan Mountain, which is still covered by dusk clouds.

4. "Letters from the Capital" shows that Yuan Kai

has a river of 3, miles and 15 lines of letters from home. There is no other word between me, just tell me to return to my hometown as soon as possible.

5. "Seeing the Mountain with the Master in Haochu to Send Friends to Beijing" Tang Liu Zongyuan

The mountain on the seashore is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.

if you want to turn into a hundred billion dollars, you can go to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown.

6, "Wen Yan" Tang Wei Yingwu

Where is the hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. On the autumn night in Huainan, Gao Zhai heard the geese coming.

7. Miscellaneous Poems Tang Wangwei

you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there!. Was the plum, when you passed my silken window, is the cold plum blooming?

8. "on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong" Tang Wangwei

Being a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during festivals.

I know from a distance where my brother climbs, and there is one less person in the dogwood.

9. bidding a friend farewell at jingmen ferry by Tang Li Bai