A poem about parting is 1 Poems about parting.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. Willow green blows the ground, and the flowers are long and sultry.
The wicker broke and the flowers flew away. I wonder if pedestrians will come back. After all, the world is just a small place.
Doing nothing is wrong, wiping your eyes like a heartbroken child? . You and I went all the way to the green hills in the rain, at the top of the moon in both places?
The cold rain entered Wu day and night, and it was lonely to see Fujian. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Yan Shi was sent as far away as Liu Changqing, leaning on the spring breeze to join Greentown, and the water country was cold and sunny in spring. Drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence.
Sailing alone on the sunset river, the grass is green in Wan Li, Hunan. If we meet, we will be mistaken for Confucian scholars.
Looking at Li Duan, Lu Lun and my old door, the yellow grass closed, it was sad to leave. The way you walked into the sky, when I saw the snow falling at dusk, I came back.
When I was young, my father and I traveled abroad, and I had no time to meet you in many difficulties and hardships. We cry, we say nothing. What can I wish for you in this cold world? ? Send Dr. Yan, Han Yu, Cang Cang Sen and Ba Gui from Guizhou, and our land is in southern Hunan.
The river floats and the mountain is like a jade hairpin. Every household digs out bluebird feathers, and every household grows its own Huang Gan.
Far more than immortality, you don't need to climb to immortality by flying Luan as a mount. Xie Ting bid farewell to Xu Hun's brother, misinterpreted the boat trip, and the red leaves and green hills flowed.
When dusk fell, I woke up, only to know that everyone had left. At this time, it began to rain again, and I was the only one who left the west wing. Send someone east to Wen, Old Fort Huang Yeman, you are determined to give up this place where you once lived.
The rustling autumn wind will take you to Hanyang Ferry, and the first sunrise will meet you in Yingshan. Several friends and relatives in Jiangdong are waiting for your boat to return from the horizon.
I ask you again and again, when will we meet again and have a drink to comfort your face. Leaving Lu Guimeng's husband is not without tears, nor is it a parting room.
Toast with a stick and sword is a shame to be a wanderer. A poisonous snake stings, but a strong man relieves his wrist.
Aim for fame, and you can't sigh when you leave. Send Japanese monk Jinglong back to Fusang, Wei Zhuang. It's already dark, and his home is in the east of Fusang.
Who will go with the teacher? A boat full of bright moon is smooth sailing. Sauvignon blanc forest is covered with green mountains and green moons.
The green hills on both sides of the strait greet each other, but I don't know how to leave. You are full of tears, I am full of tears, my heart is not tied, and the river is flat.
Yulin Ridge is chilly, Changting is late, and the shower begins to rest. All the doors are empty, the party is nostalgic, and the blue boat is urging.
Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless. Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy.
Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. Where did you wake up from drinking tonight? There is a breeze on the bank of willow.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
2. Ancient poems describing parting.
The ancient poems describing parting are:
1, Bai Juyi bid farewell to ancient grass in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Translation:
Yuan Ye is covered with lush grass, which withers and turns green every year. Yuan's fire will not go out, but when it blows, it is full of vitality.
The fragrance of fragrant grass permeates the ancient road, and the city is desolate under the sunshine. He also sent the wanderer on a long journey on the ancient road, and looked at the lush grassland, which was extremely sad.
2. On Liu Changqing's View of Wang Nanzheng in Tang Dynasty.
Original text:
Facing the mist on the water, I still waved my hand and cried. Because the flying birds disappeared into space and crossed a desolate green hill.
But now, the long river, the lonely sail and the five lakes are shining with the light of spring in the sunset. Along an island full of duckweeds, there will be peace of communication.
Translation:
Watch your ship sail to the boundless sea of clouds, say goodbye to tears, and wear a towel frequently. Like a bird, I don't know where to go, leaving this piece of green hills facing pedestrians.
A solitary sail on the vast river disappeared in the distance. At sunset, you will appreciate the beauty of E799BE5BAE6E997AEE7AD94E58685E5EB9313334331353262. Who can see me standing in Tingzhou thinking of you? Looking at Bai Ping's heart is full of infinite sadness.
3, Liu Changqing in the Tang Dynasty "Re-send Pei Langzhong to Jizhou"
Original text:
Apes crow at the end of the river, and people hurt themselves.
As a courtier, you are farther away, and Li is lonely.
Translation:
At dusk, the ape was squeal and the guests by the river had dispersed. The river is rolling, and I feel more sad and sad alone.
It is also exile and drifting, but your journey is farther. Castle Peak Wan Li, I really miss your boat.
4. Li Bai's farewell in Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
Translation:
Castle Peak crosses the north of the city, and white water flows through the east side. We will leave here, and once we get to Wan Li, we will embark on a lonely journey.
Wandering clouds are the artistic conception of wanderers, while the unwilling sunset is the attachment of old friends. Now waving away, I can only hear the whining of the stray horse.
5. Wang Changling's New Poems of Two Farewells in Furong Inn in Tang Dynasty (I).
Original text:
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
Translation:
I came to Wudi on the night when the cold rain dripped all over the river. After seeing my friends off at dawn, I only left the lonely shadow of Chushan.
When I arrive in Luoyang, if any relatives and friends ask about me, please tell them that my heart is still as pure as the ice of a jade pot and has not been defiled by worldly things such as fame and fortune.
6. Li Bai's farewell to Meng Haoran on his way to Yangzhou in the Tang Dynasty.
Original text:
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
Translation:
My friend waved goodbye to me at the Yellow Crane Tower. He will go to Yangzhou in sunny March.
His sail shadow gradually disappeared into the blue sky, only to see the rolling Yangtze River rushing in the horizon.
3. Poems describing parting.
1, apes and crows scattered at the end of the river, and people hurt themselves. -Liu Changqing in the Tang Dynasty "Farewell to Pei Langzhong Jizhou"
At dusk, the ape was squeal and the guests by the river had dispersed. The river is rolling and boundless, and I feel more sad and sad alone.
2. Entering Jiangwu on a cold rainy night, seeing guests off in solitude. —— Wang Changling's "The Separation of Furong Inn and Xin Qiji" in the Tang Dynasty
The misty rain spread all over Wudi River overnight; Seeing you off in the morning, I feel lonely and sad for Chushan!
3. Peach Blossom Lake is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. -Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun" in Tang Dynasty
Look at Taohuatan. Even though there is a gap between thousands of feet and China, how can I thank Wang Lun?
Facing the mist on the water, I still waved my hand and cried. -On Watching Wang Nangui by Liu Changqing in the Tang Dynasty
Watch your ship sail to the boundless sea of clouds, say goodbye with tears, and frequently put on a shawl.
5, the old friend resigned from the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. -Li Bai's Yellow Crane Tower in the Tang Dynasty bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou on this catkin-like, flowery March spring day.
6. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. -Tang Wang Wei's "Wei Cheng Qu/When Yuan Er was sent to Anxi"
Sincerely advise friends to have another glass of wine. It's hard to meet old relatives when you go west from Yangguan.
4. Ancient poems describing parting.
The ancient poems describing parting are: 1. Bai Juyi bid farewell to ancient grass in Tang Dynasty. The boundless grassland comes and goes with each season.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. The Yuan Ye is covered with lush grass, which withers and turns green every year.
Yuan's fire will not go out, but when it blows, it is full of vitality. The fragrance of fragrant grass permeates the ancient road, and the city is desolate under the sunshine.
He also sent the wanderer on a long journey on the ancient road, and looked at the lush grassland, which was extremely sad. 2. Liu Changqing's "Farewell to Wang Nanzheng" in the Tang Dynasty: I was still shaking my hand and crying in the face of a mist on the water.
Because the flying birds disappeared into space and crossed a desolate green hill. But now, the long river, the lonely sail and the five lakes are shining with the light of spring in the sunset.
Along an island full of duckweeds, there will be peace of communication. Watch your ship sail to the boundless sea of clouds, say goodbye with tears, and frequently put on a shawl.
Like a bird, I don't know where to go, leaving this piece of green hills facing pedestrians. A lone sail on the vast river disappears in the distance, and you will enjoy the beautiful scenery of the five lakes at sunset.
Who can see me standing in Tingzhou thinking of you? Looking at Bai Ping's heart is full of infinite sadness. 3, Liu Changqing in the Tang Dynasty, "Farewell to Pei Langzhong and Fall to Jizhou" Original: Apes and crows scattered at the end of the river, people hurt themselves.
As a courtier, you are farther away, and Li is lonely. At dusk, the ape was squeal and the guests by the river had dispersed.
The river is rolling, and I feel more sad and sad alone. It is also exile and drifting, but your journey is farther.
Castle Peak Wan Li, I really miss your boat. 4. Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off" in the Tang Dynasty Original: The mountains in the north of the city are green and white.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave. Castle Peak crosses the north of the city, and white water flows through the east side.
We will leave here, and once we get to Wan Li, we will embark on a lonely journey. Wandering clouds are the artistic conception of wanderers, while the unwilling sunset is the attachment of old friends.
Now waving away, I can only hear the whining of the stray horse. 5. In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Changling's "Two Poems on Lotus Inn and Xin Qiji (Part I)" entered Wu on a cold rainy night to see off guests in Chushan.
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! The night I came to Wudi, it was raining cold all over the river. After seeing my friends off at dawn, I only left the lonely shadow of Chushan.
When I arrive in Luoyang, if any relatives and friends ask about me, please tell them that my heart is still as pure as the ice of a jade pot and has not been defiled by worldly things such as fame and fortune. 6. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai's "A Farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower on the Way to Yangzhou" Original: An old friend stayed in the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. My friend waved goodbye to me at the Yellow Crane Tower. He will go to Yangzhou in sunny March.
His sail shadow gradually disappeared into the blue sky, only to see the rolling Yangtze River rushing in the horizon.
5. Sentences describing parting.
1: Farewell, Mo Wen, the carefree monarch, who is infinitely right.
One day you can come to my heart, and you will see all the sadness you have given.
Don't try to make any excuses for yourself. There is no excuse for mistakes, and mistakes are mistakes.
I will bid farewell to the third grade, to you, to everything here, and perhaps to our ignorant youth. Although Qian Qian never gives up, we should all stick to our dreams, because dreams, like classics, will never fade with the passage of time. The longer the time, the more precious it will be, just like our friendship.
5. Write love as an immortal legend of Enemy at the Gates. Then, will you come through the ice and snow?
6. People often say that parting is sad, but in some ways, I walked happily, because I got a precious treasure, that is, four wonderful years. I think whenever and wherever I think of this time, my heart will be filled with happiness, because you smiled at me right in front of my eyes, just like that.
7: I suddenly realized that I was not a shy girl at that time. Get up, I didn't look back. The lost, the beautiful, everything has become a solidified youth in memory. Remember, recall, because I don't want to erase every beautiful plot in my life.
8. After parting, people in the two places were haggard, with no appetite for three meals, few seasons in spring and autumn, full of sorrow, no advice from six relatives, and no home for seven emotions. Eight is a lonely parting sentence 60.
9: Say goodbye tomorrow morning. I hope the clouds and the sun will accompany you to the ends of the earth. Flowers and green grass will spread the distant future with you.
10: Dudao is a good marriage. I only saw the Wood and Stone Alliance. Facing the sky, the nobles in the mountains are crystal clear with snow; I will never forget the lonely forest in the world.
6. What poems describe the separation of husband and wife?
It was a long time before I met her, but even longer after we broke up.
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to leave when leaving. Moreover, the weather in late spring, when the east wind is about to harvest, makes people feel even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes. Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear.
Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.
2. "Looking at the moon and recalling the past"
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling
The bright moon is slowly becoming round at sea, and we share this moment from far away.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
A bright moon rises in the vast sea, and at this time, you and I are facing each other at the ends of the earth. All living beings hate the long moonlight and miss their loved ones all night. Put out the candles and cherish the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes, feeling the cold at night. I can't give you beautiful moonlight, I just hope to meet you in my sleep.
3. "Queqiao Fairy Cloud Trick"
Song dynasty: Qin Guan
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.
When the golden wind meets the dew, it will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.
Thin clouds are changing in the sky, meteors are conveying the sadness of acacia in the sky, and I am quietly crossing the distant and boundless Milky Way tonight. Tanabata meeting in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those couples who are together in the world.
Acacia, tender as water, meet each other as if it were a dream, and can't bear to see Queqiao Road when leaving. As long as two people love each other till death do us part, why do you want to be very much in love?
4. "Eight Returns to Hu Dehua, Hunan"
Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui
Lotus fragrance falling powder, sparse tung blowing green, courtyard dark rain. There is no reason to embrace the shadow, but also see that the walls of Shinohara are dark and the steps of moss are cut. He bid farewell to Fujian and asked who played the water pipa. The most regrettable thing is that it is a piece of land, always making thrush.
Long hate each other never pay, but now what's the matter, and the west wind to leave again? Cold and smoky, moving people far away, sailing like leaves. Miss Wen Jun for a long time, leaning on bamboo and worrying about life. After returning, Cui Zun took two sips, took off the bead curtain and looked at the moon delicately.
Lotus fell, and the sparse phoenix tree began to fall green leaves. In the yard, an autumn rain just stopped. I can't tell the reason, a person is suddenly sad. I saw fireflies flying around the bamboo fence in the dark, and the chirping of crickets beside the moss steps was even more heartbreaking.
I bid farewell to the guests and looked for the waterway to the west again. I wonder if someone on the water will play you a song? The most regrettable thing is to pay a beautiful scenery to the wailing birds. It is often a pity that we have known each other for a short time. Now, in this season of falling flowers, why do we have to say goodbye reluctantly?
Hanzhou is full of smoke and water, the boat is about to set off, and my friend's boat is in the distance, like a leaf. His wife must be looking forward to him at home, standing next to bamboo every day, leaving stockings stained with dust. After her husband came back, the couple were happily reunited. Both of them got off the bead curtain and drank in front of the bright moon until dawn.
5. "Yulin Ridge, Chilling and Sad"
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
After autumn, cicadas cry quickly and sadly. Facing the pavilion, a sudden rain has just stopped. Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, my eyes filled with tears and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat.
One journey after another, thousands of miles away, a wave of smoke, the dark night sky is endless. Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn.
It's been a long time since I left each other, and people who love each other are no longer together. I think even if we meet fine weather and beautiful scenery, it just seems like nothing. Even if it is full of affection, who can you enjoy it with?
7. Poems describing parting.
Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as good as Wang Lun. Willows are blowing on the ground and flowers are flying in the sky. The wicker flies, and the pedestrians don't return. However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor. Nothing on the road, wiping your eyes like a heartbroken child? . Green hills have sex together, and the bright moon has never been two townships. Cold rain entered Wu day and night, and Pingguang sent guests out of Chushan alone. Friends and relatives in Luoyang are like asking each other, one. There is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west. An old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. Lonely sails are far away, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. Here, you must leave me and drift away for hundreds of miles like loose grass. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows this gentleman. Yan Shiyuan led his troops to the city of Helv, leaving only the hoofprint to meet Liu Changqing. Drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen silently. The sun sets on the river. Today, the blue robe has been mistaken by Confucian scholars. It's really sad to leave Li Duan, Liu Lun and my old door in the yellow grass. You must follow the road through the cold clouds and will take you into the snow tonight. Your father is dead. You left home when you were young, and no one knew about your misfortune. We cry, we say nothing. What can I wish you? When will the dust come? Send Guizhou doctor Yan and Han Yu Cang Sen Ba Gui to southern Hunan. Jiang Luo belt, the mountain is like Hosta. Many families have lost their feathers, and the family has planted yellow gan. Far better than the immortal, Feifeng is true. Xie Ting bid farewell to Xu Hun's labor songs and misinterpreted the boat trip. Red leaves and green mountains and rivers are rushing. People wake up at dusk, and it is raining all over the sky. Send someone east to Wen Tingyun. Old Fort Huang Yeman, you are determined to give up this place where you once lived. Toast to comfort your face. Leaving Lu Guimeng's husband is not without tears, and you don't spill your parting room. When you honor wine with sticks and swords, you are ashamed to be a wanderer. A poisonous snake bites, but a strong man breaks his wrist. He is determined to become famous, so it's a pity to leave. Send a Japanese monk Jinglong to Fusang, Wei Zhuang. It's a long way, and his home is in the east of Fusang. Who will go there with the teacher? A boat full of bright moon and sails. The tide at the head of the river has ebbed. The rain sounded, and Liu Yong was cold and mournful. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. When all the doors are empty, you will miss that place, and the blue boat will urge you to send it. Holding hands and looking into your eyes, you will be speechless. You will be speechless and the evening will be heavy. Since ancient times, you will be sad to leave, and you will be more indifferent to Tomb-Sweeping Day. Where to wake up tonight, Yang Liuan breeze and the waning moon? This will be the last time.