1. Ancient poems about good memories

2. Ancient poems about memories

Ancient poems about good memories 1. Poems describing longing for the past

1. Verse: On this day last year, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red.

From: Cui Hu of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Nanzhuang of the Capital City"

Interpretation: Last spring, in this family's home, I saw the beautiful face and the peach blossoms complementing each other, making them look very special. Ruddy outside.

2. Poetry: This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already lost at that time.

From: "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

Interpretation: The joys and sorrows of separation and reunion cannot be recalled today, but back then they were careless and already at a loss.

3. Poetry: After the floating clouds parted, the flowing water lasted for ten years.

From: Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty's "Happy Meeting with Old Friends in Liangchuan on Huaishang/ Happy Meeting with Old Friends of Liangzhou on Huaishang"

Interpretation: After parting, it is like floating clouds, and the years are like running water. Ten years have passed.

4. Poetry: Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine, and the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years.

From: Song Dynasty Huang Tingjian's "Sending Huang Jifu"

Interpretation: Back then, under the spring breeze, I watched the peach and plum blossoms drinking fine wine, and I was in a state of desolation. It had been ten years since we had been apart. Facing the lonely lamp and listening to the autumn rain, I miss you.

5. Poetry: After ten years of dreaming of Yangzhou, I won the reputation of a brothel.

From: Tang Dynasty Du Mu's "Reminiscences"

Interpretation: Ten years of indulgence in Yangzhou is like a dream. When you wake up and look back, you end up with a brothel girl. Reputation for being ruthless.

2. Poems describing memories

Sentences describing beautiful memories

1. Memories are like a frame of photos, a yellowed and faded old photo. Staring in silence, youth is no longer, beauty is no longer, the past is old. There are tears falling down, there are words falling down, there are words that I can’t say, I can’t say.

2. The past is like the river reflected by the setting sun. I choose the shining ones to treasure in my heart. I choose the beautiful pictures of you to treasure in the most beautiful place in my heart.

3. Those youthful emotions that unfold in a crystal-clear manner in beautiful legends will eventually end with the seal of separation, or, like a letter sent to the wrong address, it will fall in a deserted place. , and every sentence written down has a warm and beautiful original meaning...

4. I want to see the warmest sunshine and the most powerful smile, and I want to listen. Chibi Maruko-chan and Doraemon are heading towards one beautiful tomorrow after another.

5. I have had these past experiences.

3. Poems about the past

1. Ten years of joys and sorrows are like dreams. I touch my palms and exclaim, and the past is gone. ——Ye Mengde

2. The past has become empty, still like a dream. ——Li Yu

3. The past is all gone, and everything in the early stages will fade away. ——Yuan Zhen

4. There is no trace of the past, gathering and dispersing in a hurry, today we are entertaining a few guests together. ——Ouyang Xiu

5. The past has turned into smoke, and the prosperity of the world is intoxicating. (Author unknown)

Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"

The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and column reflects 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

Partridge Day·Holding a fragrant paper in hand to remember Xiaolian

Holding a fragrant paper in hand to remember Xiaolian, I want to pass on my regrets to someone. When I return, I will sleep alone and enjoy myself. At night, we meet in a dream.

Flowers fall easily, but the moon is difficult to round, so the flowers and the moon should be like joyful fate. Qin Zheng is in the mood, so he tries to write the sound of separation into the old string.

Sheng Cha Zi

Sheng Cha Zi·Golden Saddle Beautiful Boy

The golden saddle beautiful boy goes to jump on the green horse. Holding the people of Yulou, embroidering the quilt on the cold spring night.

The news has not returned, and the pear blossoms have faded. There is no place to talk about lovesickness, and the swing is on the back.

Magnolia·Swing courtyard with double curtains at dusk

Swing courtyard with double curtains at dusk, colorful The pen is free to write about the embroidered house. On the wall are red and apricot flowers after rain, and outside the door are green poplars and catkins behind the wind.

Chaoyun Xinjue knows where it is, and it should be the spring dream of King Xiang. Ziliu recognizes the old travel traces , cross the painted bridge on Dongpan Road.

Ancient poems about memories 1. Ancient poems to describe memories

The Xiaoyu and Xiaofeng enter the ninth level, the kite rain falls into the mortal world, the jade-faced flute Fu, the lovesickness chants to the beauty, the sound of war drums, the jade-faced fish is drunk in the nine states. The beauty is like a famous general, how can the white hair show the world. In commemoration of the Qingming Festival, Du Mu rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passersby on the road want to lose their souls. May I ask what the restaurant is doing? Everywhere, a shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance. During the Qingming Festival, Wang Yu spent the Qingming Festival without flowers or wine, and his interest was as low as that of a wild monk. Yesterday, the neighbor begged for a new fire, and a reading lamp was distributed at the dawn window. During the Qingming Festival, Huang Tingjian's Qingming peaches and plums smiled, and only the wild fields and tombs were empty. Sadness arises. Thunder shakes the sky and the earth, dragons and snakes sting, rain falls on the grass and trees in the suburbs. People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and it is unfair for scholars to be burned to death. The wise and foolish have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil ***. Qingming is high and bright. There are many graveyards on the mountain tops in the north and south, and Qingming festivals are held in various ways. The ashes of paper fly into white butterflies, and the tears and blood turn into red cuckoos. At sunset, foxes sleep on the graves, and at night they return home in front of the laughing lamps of their children. If there is wine in life, you must be drunk, but never a drop of it. Jiuquan. On the Qingming Day, Meng Haoran, a Taoist priest in the plum room, was sleeping in the forest. Spring was over, and he opened the pavilion to view the splendor of things. Suddenly, he met the envoy of the blue bird and invited him to Chisong's house. The Danzao was first fired, and the peaches were blooming. If the child's face could stay, why not be drunk and drifting through the clouds? ! On the Qingming day, I sent Wei Shiyu to be demoted to Qianzhou. Bai Juyi On the lonely Qingming day, the Sima family was in depression. They left the dumplings and cold porridge, and cooked new tea on the fire. There was no wine if we wanted to leave, but there were flowers when we stayed together. Where to move south? This place is already at the end of the world. On the Qingming day, I watch prostitutes dancing and listen to guest poems. Bai Juyi looks at the dancing faces like jade and listens to the poems that rhyme like gold. Qiluo smiles from Xu, and the strings and pipes can sing. It's a pity that the spring breeze is old and the wine cup is too deep. Say goodbye to flowers and send cold food, and in At this time, my heart. On the Qingming night, Bai Juyi has a good wind and a hazy moon. On the Qingming night, the governor of the imperial palace built a red pavilion. Walking alone around the cloister and resting, listening to the strings in the distance and looking at the flowers in the dark. On the Qingming day, I climbed to the Laojun Pavilion and looked at the scenery of Luocheng, which was presented to the Han Taoist priest Bai Juyi. Fireworks on the Qingming day, songs and cries of joy and sorrow in the city. Why don't you follow Dongluoshui? Whose family is buried in Beiman Mountain. There are endless carriages and horses on the middle bridge, and there is no leisure for boats and sailing down there. Tombs and tombs are crowded with people, and Liaodong is looking at cranes in despair. Flying back. The Qingming Festival is about to happen. Meng Haoran is in the emperor to remember the Qingming Festival, and people are worried about themselves. The sound of cars is on the road, the willows are green in the east city. Flowers and grass are growing together, and the orioles are flying and butterflies are playing. Sitting in the empty hall, reminiscing, drinking tea and chatting. On the Qingming Day From Xiwu Bridge to Guayan Village, Zhang Jiwan Ji Longmen rains, and the spring wind blows in your cave. The birds are singing, the road is quiet, and the flowers are ruined. The jade songs are ashamed of the generation, and the old people are hanging down to imitate the old man. The old tourists are gone, and Luo is melancholy. To the east of the city. On Qingming day, the Dragon Gate travels across the country. At dawn, the gates of the country are open, and the generals of the capital are marching. One after another, they go to Luoyang Road, looking south to Yichuan Palace. The waves are riding on the gentle wind, and the Qingming Festival brings the moon. The two mountains are moving in the forest, and thousands of niches are seen in the water. The silk is covered with Yang silk, and the fragrant roots are covered with moss. The people are not enjoying themselves, but they are afraid that the fragrance will stop. On the morning of the cold food, I went to Wangmen early in the morning and led Li Qiao's tourists to Liang's residence. The morning light entered Chutai. The smoke of Sophora japonica trees dispersed at dawn, and the elm trees The fire should bloom in spring. The sun brings a clear rainbow, and the flowers come with the early butterflies. The strong wind rides on the festival, and the rest blows the light ashes. On the Qingming day, Ning Wang Shanchi ordered a banquet, and the poem "Fei" said that today's Qingming banquet, the beautiful scenery cherishes the fragrance. The flowers are shaken. Down below, the orioles are flying around. Songs are heard in the green river, and flags are dancing on the red bridge. The wind is gentle, and the drizzle does not touch the clothes. Gratitude is like changing the fire, spring goes and spring comes back. Qingming Banquet, Secretary Xun Liu Langzhong's special career Ancestor Yongtian's family has returned to close relatives, and they enjoy themselves without violating their relatives. The garden is beautiful on a sunny day, and the fireworks are new during the Qingming Festival. Friendships are made long by writing, and only virtues make neighbors. The pond shines through the window in the dark night,

A cup of fragrant medicine smells of spring. Flowers cover the ground in front of the eaves, and birds peek outside the bamboos. Why live in seclusion in a peach garden. After the Qingming Festival, I climbed to the city and looked at the scenery of Liu Changqing. After the Qingming Festival, the clouds and mountains looked in front of me. The flowers were as old as before, and new smoke came out of thousands of wells. . There is no open space in the color of the grass, and the river flows into the distant sky. Where is Chang'an, pointing to the sunset in the distance. On the Qingming day, I recall that my brothers Wei Yingwu was sick when he ate cold food, and his clothes were open. Finally, he missed his hometown, and the fireworks filled the Qingchuan. Apricot porridge It's still good enough to eat, the elm soup has been slightly fried. I just hate to be dear to Yan, and sit and spend this beautiful year. 1. I want to say goodbye to you, and we are both eunuchs. There are close friends in the sea, and we are like neighbors across the world. (Wang Bo: "Send to Du Shaofu" "He was appointed to Shuzhou") 2. Send off the king and grandson again, full of farewell love. (Li Bai: "Send Off a Friend" 3. The spring grass will be green next year, will the king and grandson return? (Bai Juyi: "Farewell on Fu Degu Yuancao") 4. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and the willows are new. I urge you to drink another glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends. (Wang Wei: "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi") 5. The cold rain and the river flow into Wu at night, Pingming Farewell to Chushan Gu. (Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower") 6. Mo Chou has no friends in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. (Gao Shi: "Farewell to Dong Da") 7. Three Thousand Waters in Peach Blossom Pond The ruler is not as good as the love Wang Lun sent me. (Li Bai: "A Gift to Wang Lun") 8. The shadow of the solitary sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. (Li Bai: "Send Off to Meng Haoran in Guangling") 9. Send you off at the east gate of Luntai , leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow. (Cen Shen: "Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital") 10. Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky. The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain. The end of the sky, In the corner of the sea, acquaintances are half scattered. A ladle of turbid wine has exhausted the remaining joy. Farewell to the cold tonight. (Li Shutong: "Farewell")

2. Poems about memories

1. , "Huanxisha·Who cares about the west wind and is alone in the cold" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde Who cares about the west wind and is alone in the cold, the rustling yellow leaves close the window, meditating on the past and the setting sun

Don't be frightened by the wine and fall asleep in the spring. The scent of tea faded away from gambling books, which was just normal at that time. Translation: The autumn wind blows coldly, who misses the feeling of loneliness? Standing under the sunset, looking at the flying yellow leaves, recalling the past.

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

There is no good intention in moving all the plum blossoms, and I will win a lot of tears. This year, the beauty of the temples is blooming.

It depends on the late wind. Ugly plum blossoms. Translation: When it snowed every year, I would often indulge in the joy of arranging plum blossoms.

Later, although I had the plum blossoms in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy them. I just rubbed them carelessly, which made me cry. My clothes were stained. When the plum blossoms bloomed again this year, I lived alone in a remote place, and my short and thin hair was already turning gray.

Looking at the wind that came that night. Blowing the blooming plum blossoms, it is probably difficult to see its splendor. 3. "Magpies Stepping on the Branches" Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi's six-curved lantern nestled against the 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 grove, a unique and quiet small building is quietly independent, 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 and green silky willows sway their waists and sway 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 their 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 suddenly across the river with brocade. The soldiers of Yan 62616964757a686964616fe58685e5aeb931333366303164 are dancing at night with silver barbarians, and the arrows of Han are flying towards the golden servant girl.

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.

3. Poems about nostalgia

1: This feeling can be recalled, but it was already at a loss at the time. 2: How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? 3: I think back in those days, when we were strong and powerful, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger. 4: I recall Gong Jin’s time when Miss Qiao was married for the first time. She looked majestic and handsome, wearing a feather fan and silk scarf. While talking and laughing, the rafts and oars disappeared into ashes. 5: When I was young, I didn’t know the moon. It looked like a white jade plate, and I doubted the Yao mirror, flying in the blue clouds. 6: Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot. 1. "The Great Night Work" by Tang Gaoshi

The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate.

I miss my hometown tonight, and my frosty temples will bring another year tomorrow.

2. "Going Home" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

The childish child held up his clothes and asked, why is it too late to return? ***Who fights for time and wins the hair on the sideburns?

3. "Homesickness" by Li Gou of the Song Dynasty

People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, but you can't even see your home as far as the end of the world.

I already hate that the Bishan Mountains are blocking each other, and the Bishan Mountains are still covered by dusk clouds.

4. "The Letter to the Family from the Capital" by Yuan Kai of the Ming Dynasty

The river is three thousand miles away, and the letter to the family contains fifteen lines. There was no other words to say while walking, except that he would return home as soon as possible.

5. "Looking at the Mountains with the Master Haochu to Send Relatives to Beijing" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty

The sharp mountains by the sea are like swords, and the coming of autumn cuts the heart of sorrow everywhere.

If you were to transform into hundreds of billions of people, you would go up to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown.

6. "Wearing Wild Geese" by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty

Where is the hometown? It is a leisurely time to return to your thoughts. On an autumn rainy night in Huainan, Gaozhai heard the arrival of wild geese.

7. "Miscellaneous Poems" by Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty

You come from your hometown, so you should know the things in your hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow?

8. "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.

I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.

9. "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Crossing the Jingmen Gate, I came to travel from the Kingdom of Chu. The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.

Under the moonlight, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds are forming sea towers. Still feeling pity for the water in my hometown, I send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.

10. "Moonlit Night, Billions of Brothers" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty

The sound of garrison drums interrupts the movement of people, and the sound of wild geese in autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. Sending letters often failed to arrive, and the troops did not stop.

11. "Climbing Wugongtai Temple in Autumn and Looking Away" by Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty

After the ancient platform crumbled, I looked back at my hometown in autumn. There are few people coming to the wild temple, and the clouds are separated by deep water.

The setting sun is still shining, and the cold chimes are all over the forest. Sad about the affairs of the Southern Dynasties, the Yangtze River is alone today.

12. "Bamboo Branches" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty

Spring grass grows at the top of Baidi City, and the Shu River is clear at the foot of Baiyan Mountain.

People from the south come up and sing a song, but people from the north don’t come up to express their nostalgia.

4. What are the poems related to "memory"

The poems related to "memory" are: 1. Recalling Jiangnan, and secondly recalling Wugong.

—— Tang Dynasty Meng Haoran's "Qingming Festival" Translation: Memories of Jiangnan, and then memories of Wu Palace in Suzhou. 2. I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an.

—— "Moon Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty Translation: Poor young children, how can they understand the sadness of longing? 3. In March and May of Guanshan, the guests recalled Qinchuan. ——The Southern and Northern Dynasties·Xu Ling's "Guanshan Moon" Translation: The fifteenth moon shines on Guanshan, making people homesick for Qinchuan.

4. Long-term lovesickness means long-lasting memories, but short-term lovesickness means endless memories. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Three Five Seven Words/Autumn Wind Ci" Translation: Eternal lovesickness and eternal memories, short-lived lovesickness but also endless.

5. When I recall the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou is the most memorable. ——Tang·Bai Juyi's "Three Poems on Reminiscences of Jiangnan" Translation: Memories of Jiangnan, the most evocative place is Hangzhou.

6. Send a message to the river, you will remember me. —— Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Seventeen Songs of Qiupu" Translation: I asked towards the river: Do you still remember me, Li Bai? 7. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.

—— "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty Translation: Those beautiful things and times can only remain in memories. At that time, those people thought that those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.

8. I sadly recall Empress Chen, who danced half-heartedly in the Spring Palace. —— Tang·Niu Shu's "Pipa Xing" Translation: The tune sounds sadly reminiscent of Empress Chen of the Southern Dynasty, who was half drunk in the Spring Palace and watched a slender-waisted girl dancing.

9. You have not seen the hardships of fighting on the battlefield, but I still remember General Li. ——Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty, "Yange Xing" Translation: You haven't seen how miserable it is to fight on the battlefield, and now you are still missing the brave and resourceful General Li.

10. Old friends come into my dream, knowing that I will remember each other forever. ——Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Dream of Li Bai's Two Poems·Part 1" Translation: Old friend, you suddenly came to my dream, because you know that I always remember you.