1. Poems (famous quotes) written about memories and commemorations include:

1. Linjiangxian·Ye Dengxiaoge recalls the old tour in Luozhong in the Song Dynasty: Chen Yuyi recalls the past on the Wuqiao Bridge Drinking and sitting in the middle are mostly heroes.

The long ravine flows silently as the moon passes by. In the sparse shadows of apricot blossoms, I play the flute until dawn.

More than twenty years have been like a dream, although this body is in shock. I leisurely climbed up to the small pavilion to see the new weather.

There are so many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third watch. The translation recalled that we had a drink at Wuqiao, and all the people present were heroes.

The moonlight reflects on the river, flowing quietly with the water. In the faint shadow of the apricot blossoms, I play the bamboo flute until dawn. The past twenty years have been like a spring dream. Even though I am here, I look back with fear.

Out of boredom, I climbed up to the small attic to watch the first sight of the new rain. Many historical events throughout the ages have been sung by fishermen in the middle of the night.

2. Partridge Sky·You Ke talked about fame and fame with great enthusiasm. It was played in the Song Dynasty in memory of his youth: when Xin Qiji was in his prime, he held a banner and held thousands of men, and when he suddenly rode across the river, he rode on horseback. The soldiers of Yan sung at the silver barbarians at night, and the arrows of the Han Dynasty flew 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.

When I was young, I crossed the Yangtze River with more than 10,000 soldiers and elite cavalry. 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. Untitled·The oil-walled incense carriage no longer meets the Song Dynasty: Yan Shu’s oil-walled incense carriage no longer meets, and the gorge clouds leave no trace to the west and east. The moon melts in the pear blossom courtyard, and there is a gentle breeze in the catkin pond.

After a few days of loneliness and drinking, I was desolate and stopped smoking. How can I send the fish book to you? The water is far away and the mountains have the same advantages.

Translation The beautiful car she was riding in will never be seen again, and her trace is like the clouds in Wushan drifting away to nowhere. The yard where the pear blossoms and the bright moon reflect each other, and the pond where the catkins are floating in the wind bring back endless memories. The Cold Food Festival Without fireworks, the bleak atmosphere only added to the sadness in my heart. I had no choice but to spend my lonely time drinking. I wanted to send a love letter, but where could I send it? The mountains are so long and the rivers are so far away that I can't find my direction - just like my heart at this moment 4. Lotus Leaf Cup · Remember the flowers falling in the Tang Dynasty that year: Wei Zhuang remembers the flowers falling in the Tang Dynasty that year, late at night, when he first met Xie Niang. On the west side of the water hall, the painted curtain hangs down, showing the dark phase of hand in hand.

The melancholy Xiaoying and the waning moon are separated from each other by sound and dust. Now we are all strangers in a foreign land, and we have no reason to meet each other.

Translation I remember that night that year, Xie Niang and I met for the first time under the flowers by the pond near the water. The curtains were lowered, and they joined hands to secretly agree on a date to meet.

I couldn’t bear to leave, but I had to break up. Before I knew it, the waning moon was about to end, and the early morning warblers were already ringing.

We broke up and haven’t heard from each other since. Now that we are all strangers in a foreign land, I am afraid we will never have the chance to meet.

5. Jiuquanzi·Remembering the West Lake in the Song Dynasty: Pan Lang recalled the West Lake in a long time. Looking up from the balcony all day long: fishing boats in twos and threes, the island is in the clear autumn.

The sound of the flute echoes in the reed flowers, and white birds suddenly start in a row. Don't come here to adjust the fishing rod, thinking about the water and the cold clouds.

Translation I often think of roaming the West Lake, standing on the balcony all day long, overlooking the lake and mountains from the railing: fishing boats in twos and threes on the lake, and the colors of the small islands high in the sky and distant. The most unforgettable thing is that when a melodious flute sound came faintly from the reed pond, it startled the egrets living there. They suddenly flew up in groups and lined up in rows.

The scenery of the West Lake makes me envious, so once I leave it, in my free time, I regain my interest in fishing and start repairing fishing tools. At this moment, I feel like I am in the cool and broad autumn scenery of the West Lake again. . 2. Poems expressing memories and remembrance (famous quotes)

Commemorative Qingming Festival Du Mu It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. Qingming Festival Wang Yu There are no flowers and no wine during Qingming Festival, and the mood is as dull as a wild monk.

Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and Xiaochuang was given a reading lamp. Qingming Festival by Huang Tingjian The peaches and plums smile during the Qingming festival, but only sorrow arises in the wild fields and graves.

Thunder shook the sky and earth, dragons and snakes stung, and the rain fell on the grass and trees in the countryside. People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and it is unfair for scholars to be burned to death.

The wise and foolish know who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil ***. Qingming Festival Gaozhu There are many tombs in the mountains in the north and south, and Qingming festivals are held in various ways.

The paper ashes turn into white butterflies, and the tears and blood turn into red cuckoos. The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and returns home at night in front of the laughing lamp of his children.

If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. Never does a drop reach the nine springs. Qingming Day Banquet at the Taoist Priest's Room with Plum Blossoms by Meng Haoran The forest is full of sorrow and spring is over, and the pavilion is opened to view the splendor of things.

Suddenly I met the Blue Bird Envoy and invited him to Chisong's house. Dan Zao is on fire at the beginning, and the peaches are blooming.

If you can keep your childish face, why would you want to be drunk and drifting into the clouds! On Qingming day, I sent Wei Shiyu to be demoted to Qianzhou. Bai Juyi. Lonely Qingming day, the Sima family was in depression. Leave the glutinous rice and cold porridge, and put out the fire to make new tea.

If you want to say goodbye, you can have no wine, but if you want to stay together, there are also flowers. Where to move south? This place is far away.

Watching prostitutes dancing and listening to guest poems on Qingming Day Bai Juyi Watching the dance is like jade, listening to the rhyme of the poem is like gold. Qiluo smiles from Xu, and the string instrument may 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 feel at ease at this time.

Qingming Night by Bai Juyi Good wind and hazy moon On Qingming Night, the blue-green building and the red pavilion are used by the governor. Walk around the corridor alone and rest, listening to string instruments in the distance and looking at flowers in secret.

On the Qingming day, I climbed up to the Laojun Pavilion to look at Luo City and presented it to Han Taoist priest Bai Juyi. On the Qingming day, I saw the scenery and fireworks, and the city was full of songs, sorrows and joys. Why don't you follow Dongluoshui? Whose family will be buried in Beimang Mountain.

There are endless carriages and horses on the middle bridge, and there is no leisure for boats and sailing on the lower bridge. The tombs are crowded and disturbed by people, and Liaodong is disappointed to see the cranes fly back.

Qingming is the event Meng Haoran The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves. The sound of cars joins the road, and the east city is green with willows.

Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform. Sitting in the empty hall reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.

Birds are chirping, the road is quiet, and flowers are ruining the sky.

Ming Yu is ashamed of his generation, and he is imitating the old man in hanging silk. The old tourists have disappeared, and I feel melancholy in the east of Luocheng.

On the Tomb-Sweeping Day, the Dragon Gate Tour will be open. They all went to Luoyang and looked south at Yichuan Palace.

The waves ride on the gentle breeze, and the Qingming Festival sends off the Fengyue. Two mountains are moving in the forest, and thousands of niches are seen in the water.

Luo Bian is covered with Yang silk, and the fragrant root is covered with moss. The crowd is not happy yet, but they are afraid that the fragrance will stop.

Hanshi went to Wangmen early on the Qingming day to lead Li Qiao. Tourists flocked to Liang's residence and entered Chutai towards the light. The locust smoke disperses at dawn, and the elm fire blooms in spring.

The sun brings a clear rainbow, and the flowers come with early butterflies. The strong wind rides on the festival, and the rest blows light dust.

The flowers are swaying, and the orioles are flying around.

The song list is passed down in Green Bay, and the flag is danced at Red Bridge. The gentle wind responds to the law, and the drizzle does not touch my clothes.

Accepting kindness is like changing fire, spring goes and spring comes back. Qingming Banquet, Si Xun Liu Langzhong's Farewell Industry, Ancestor Yong: The Tian family has returned to close ministers, and enjoying themselves does not violate relatives.

The garden is beautiful on Jiri, and the Qingming fireworks are new. Only by virtue of one's own virtue can one make friends.

The pond shines through the window in the dark night, and the cup smells of fragrant medicine and spring. Flowers cover the ground in front of the eaves, and birds peek outside the bamboos.

Why live in seclusion in Taoyuan? After the Qingming Festival, I climbed up to the city and looked out. Liu Changqing. After the Qingming Festival, the clouds and mountains looked in front of me.

Hundreds of flowers are as old as before, and new smoke is coming out of thousands of wells. There is no open space in the color of grass, and the river flows into the distant sky.

Where is Chang'an? It points to the sunset. On the Qingming Day, I recall my brothers Wei Yingwu. I often get sick if I eat cold food, and I feel anxious when I open my lapels.

Finally, I missed my hometown, and the fireworks filled Qingchuan. The apricot porridge is still edible, and the elm soup has been slightly fried.

I only hate that my dear dear Yan has to sit and spend these beautiful years. 1. The meaning of farewell to you is that we are both eunuchs.

There are close friends in the sea, and they are like neighbors in the world. (Wang Bo: "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou") 2. Sending Wang and his grandson off again, full of love for each other.

(Li Bai: "Farewell to a Friend" 3. The spring grass will be green next year, will the king and grandson return? (Bai Juyi: "Farewell to the Ancient Grass") 4. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. . I urge you to have a 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 flows across the river at night, and I see you off in the morning. (Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower") 6. Don't worry, no one in the world knows you.

(Gao Shi: "Farewell to Dong Da") 7. Peach Blossom Pond. Three thousand feet is not as good as Wang Lun's gift to me. (Li Bai: "Gift to Wang Lun") 8. The shadow of the solitary sail is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen in the sky.

(Li Bai: "Send to Meng Haoran in Guangling") 9. Seeing you off at the east gate of Luntai, there is a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow (Cen Shen: "Song of Bai Xue as Judge Wu Returns to the Capital") 10. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the sky is green with green grass. The sound of the willow flute lingers in the evening wind, and the sun sets outside the mountains. At the end of the sky, at the corner of the sea, my close friends are half gone.

A ladle of turbid wine is gone, and I will say goodbye to the cold tonight. (Li Shutong: "Farewell". ). 3. Couplets or words or idioms or famous sayings about memories and remembrances

Words about memories

Two-character words:

Missing, recalling, aftertaste, Meditation, contemplation, reminiscence, unforgettable

Four-character words:

Grief is overwhelming, remembering the bitter and sweet, recalling the past, thousands of thoughts, revisiting the past, and blooming in the morning. Lost, still fresh in my memory, unforgettable, unbearable to look back, feelings about the past and present, reviewing the past and learning something new, endless aftertaste, unforgettable

Sentences:

1. Ten years of life and death are blurry, without thinking, since Unforgettable. Thousands of miles away from the lonely tomb, there is no place to talk. Even if we meet each other, we will not know each other, our faces are covered with dust, and our temples are as frosty. At night, we suddenly return home from a deep dream. We are dressing up at the small xuan window, and we are speechless. At the end of the year, on a bright moonlit night, there is a short pine hill.

2. The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the spring is fading. I can't stand the cold at night. I don't know that I am a guest in my dream. I don't want to be alone. Leaning on the railing, there are infinite mountains and rivers. It is easy to see others when they are gone, but it is difficult to see others when they are gone. The flowers fall when the water flows, and the spring is gone. It is heaven and earth.

3. The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, the cold ducks are frightened again, I miss each other and know when we will meet each other, but it is embarrassing at this time and this night 4. Quotes or poems about memory

Life has its own mission: she leaves her memories to the lonely form of beauty, and she continues sailing lightly. —— Tagore's "Lover's Gift"

Memory is the only keeper of knowledge. ——Sidney

Everyone’s memory is their own private literature. ——Hexko

Gratitude is the memory of the soul. ——Bill Beattie

Let us not burden our memories with the sorrows of the past. ——Shakespeare

There is a kind of noble forgetfulness, which is not remembering old evils. ——Symonds

The things that are most firmly remembered in memory are the things that one wants to forget. ——Montagneni

Merely recalling the past is poor memory. ——Carol

Memory is not wisdom; but what is wisdom without memory? ——Harper

A good way to train your memory is to train your attention. —— Edwards

The advantage of having a poor memory is that you can enjoy some beautiful things many times as if you are meeting them for the first time.

——Nietzsche

Almost no one will remember things that are not interesting to him at all. ——McDonald

What you learn with pleasure will be remembered forever. ——Marsh

It is better to forget it and smile than to remember it and be sad. ——Rosita

Forgiving is easy, forgetting is difficult. ——Platon

A contaminated memory is an eternal poison.

——Charlotte Bronte