Poetry about missing grandma 1. 50 ancient poems about missing hometown and relatives.

1, I think in a quiet night, Li Bai, the foot of my bed is so bright, can it be frosted already? .

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. 2, "Jade Family" Tang Libai Her jade steps were cold and dew, and the bottom of the silk was wet. She lingered there for so long.

Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain. 3, "Qiupu Song XIII" Tang Li Bai Lishui Qing Yue, the moon egrets fly.

Lang listened to the girl picking ling and returned with a nocturne. 4, "Drinking the Moon Alone" Tang Li Bai from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

5, "Guan Shanyue" Tang Li Bai bright moon hanging high in heaven, the vast sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.

At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.

The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

6. "Drinking asking for the moon" When will the clear sky and bright moon of Tang Li Bai come? Stop for a drink today and ask: the moon is unattainable, and the moon goes with people? As bright as a flying mirror, has the green smoke gone out? But when you see the night coming from the sea, would you rather know that it is going to the clouds? The moon is on the white rabbit's back, autumn and spring, and who is the neighbor of Chang's lonely life? Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients. Both ancient people and modern people like the flow of water, such is the common moon.

Just look at the glass and sing loudly, and the moonlight can grow in a golden cup. 7, "Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran My boat moored in the fog, and at dusk, the memories of the old days began.

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. 8, "Month" Tang Xiaoru hook, the fan was flown by the Han fleet.

Thin shadows will be round. How many places in the world can you see them? 9. "Looking at the Moon and Thinking about the Distance" Zhang Tang has nine bright moons, and now the sea is full, illuminating the whole sky. 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.

10 "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night" Tang Du Fu's wanderer listens to the drums and autumn geese. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

1 1, an autumn evening in the mountains, an empty mountain after the Tang Dynasty, standing in the autumn evening. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

12, staying alone in the Tang Dumu Inn, I am locked with loneliness and sadness. Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese.

The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year. The Cangjiang River in the moonlight, the scenery is so beautiful, and the fishing boat is in front of my house.

13, "Old Tea Talk" Tang Jian refers to the outside of Jiuhua Camp, with the title of Yujing. When the moon opens, there is the sound of disorderly springs underground.

Invite monks in the middle of the night and cook the moon with lonely songs. The blue sky is heavy and broken, and the fragrance is light and the flowers are light.

All the six fu-organs sleep, and the number of poems is clear. I didn't dare to spend money after the month, so I supported it with my elbow.

14 "Ode to Mujiang" Tang Yangyang is covered in body, half river rustling, half river red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

15, "Frost Moon" Tang Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada in the wild goose, and a hundred feet of water met the sky. The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.

16, Man Xing, a song of Du Fu in Tang Dynasty, is only a few feet away from the river, and lanterns shine at night. The heron in the sand head is silent, and the fish in the stern are screaming.

17 "Bo Qinhuai" Tang Dumu smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant. Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.

18, "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge" On the frosty night in the Tang Dynasty, the fishermen in the river wind are worried. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

When people are in a foreign land, they miss their relatives every festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

20. Apart from the cold light in the hotel at night, why does the guest's heart become sad? My hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. 2 1. Go home [Tang] The son of Du Mu asked, why did you stay home so long? Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? 22, homesickness [Song] Li Gou said that the sunset is the end of the world, looking at the end of the world without seeing home. I hate the blue mountain, which is still covered by dusk clouds. On 23rd, Jingshi received a letter from Yuan Kaijiang [Ming] with the words 15. There is nothing else to say, only to return to China early. 24. When I first visited the mountains and rivers with the great master, I sent my relatives to Beijing. On the autumn night in Huainan, Yan came from Gaozhai. 26. Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei) You from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window and Han Mei was in full bloom, was it plum blossom? 27. The wall of an inn in North Dayu Mountain (Song Wenzhi) reads: "Go back, will my own trip to the south come back this month?" ? The river stopped at low tide, and the Woods are foggy, but tomorrow morning, when you cross this mountain, you can see the beauty of the dragon head. On 28th, Du Jingmen bid farewell to Li Bai and left Chu for a trip. Mountains follow Ping Ye, rivers enter the wild. Flying under the moon, the clouds grow and the sea builds. I still pity the water in my hometown and send a boat a thousand miles away. 30. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian), crows in Bai Shu in the atrium and osmanthus in Coody Leng are silent. Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know whose home Qiu Si will stay. 3 1, "On Balance" hometown to the capital, the road is long, its Xiu Yuan Xi, double-sleeved dragon bell cries. Don't use paper and pencil immediately when you meet, and leave a message to report peace. 32. Show your son (Lu You) that he is dead and everything is empty, but he is sad to see Kyushu. I'm honored to tell you about the family sacrifice. 33. The pride of the fisherman (Fan Zhongyan) fills the wonders of Qiu Lai, and Hengyang geese go unnoticed, making noises all around. Thousands of miles, long smoke and loneliness. A glass of turbid wine made Wan Li a great country, but Ran Yan didn't stop thinking. I'm covered in frost. People are sleepless, and the general is white-haired and in tears. 34. It is raining again. When I go home, I wash my guest robes. Silver words are loud and fragrant. Time flies easily dump people. Cherry is red and banana is green. 35. Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan) in the courtyard sand is a dead vine, an old tree is a faint crow, a small bridge is flowing, and an ancient road is thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. 36. Nalanxingde Mountain in Sauvignon Blanc is a journey, and water is a journey. There is no such sound in my hometown. People miss Xue Daoheng for only seven days in spring and have been away from home for two years. People return to geese, but miss them before flowers. 38. My hometown Xinghua Tang intends to send flowers and wine to celebrate the opening of the new store, with flowers on the left and teacups on the right. Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different? 39. Homesick Waihezhuang is sad and solo in a foreign land every year.

2. Miss grandma's poems or sentences

1, she is not dead, she has always been in my heart.

2, the life of milk is a hard life, a bumpy life, and a life of suffering and vicissitudes!

Grandma worked hard all her life and never stopped when she was old. Every day, she runs around the yard, cooking, washing clothes, feeding pigs and chickens, and looking after her grandchildren. ...

Because I am old, my family loved me very much when I was a child, especially my grandmother, who loved and cared for me so much.

My grandmother and I are inseparable, and my grandmother is the whole of my childhood. Because grandma was old at that time and her back was hunched. Although she is strong, she can't move, so she must do some housework in the house. Therefore, at this time, I am both grandma's little tail and grandma's little helper.

6. You can eat a bowl of hot white sugar porridge made by grandma when you get up every day. Although it was just a simple breakfast, it left me with endless aftertaste and nostalgia.

7. Although my grandmother is illiterate and uneducated, I am grateful for her concern, care and love, which I will never forget!

However, with the passage of time, my memory and nostalgia for my grandmother grew stronger and deeper. ...

This is my childhood, this is the memory of my grandmother and my childhood, and those small souvenirs will be buried in my heart forever.

10. Unexpectedly, you left in such a hurry before I could keep my promise. Grandma, you will always be the pain in my heart! I am deeply sorry that I can't do my grandchild's filial piety for you!

3. Poems written by modern people in memory of grandma.

"Granny in the Hutong" Author: Brother Chao can't hear the vendors' cries in the deep hutong. The grandmother sitting on the dock held the midday sun tightly in her hand. The vicissitudes of the alley are deeply imprinted on the banana fan. It is raining. The banana fan in her hand is still sitting on the pier. It's too small. It seems that she can't bear to get wet in clean clothes. She looked up at the sky and penetrated the dark clouds and golden light. Put it on her and she smiled. The banana fan slid from the top of your head to your chest. There is no wind in the alley. A fly slipped from her fan. "To My Dear Grandma" Author: In the hearts of grandma and grandson by the green water, you are an extraordinary woman. I respect you and love you. You are as generous as the yellow land in my hometown. Grandson is like a sorghum. He is deeply rooted in your land, listens to your teachings and carefully lifts the beacon of life. In the memory of time, your grandson's playfulness has become your happiness, your loyalty to marriage, your maternal love for your children, and your persistent care for your sick husband. This is your greatest achievement in this family. These are all printed in your grandson's childhood memory, and it is impossible to express them in words. However, now! Your children have grown up, and your parents and grandchildren have grown up. Looking back on the past, my grandchildren quietly hid your love in their hearts. I always pray that my dear grandmother will live a long and healthy life forever, and my grandchildren will work harder to continue the truth, goodness and beauty of your life. Grandma, I wish you happiness in your hometown. Author: Half life is a dream. With the bell ringing outside Gusu, you turned the baby's crying dawn into blood and turned me into that. Baby, you water a Clivia with your heart, bow down to the prayers of western countries, and lift the spell of Christ one by one. Dawn without milk breeds you to draw the first ray of sunshine in the morning through the shutters. You dreamed that he grew into Clivia. What I used to smoke was sweeter than milk. In the dead of winter, your old cotton wool was buried. The first cry in the morning is your hand across the washboard. In my sleeping red dream, your hands are as red as blood. This is not an affectionate spring. It is said that the spring rain fell on a pleasant night, once again erasing the footprints on your ridge. Your hand is infected with a gray hoe. It hurts when I hold it at will. I am distressed that there will be hibiscus flowers in summer. I wonder if it's your girlhood cheek. Cicada came with a wave of wrinkles. Are you sweating or crying in the hot sun? There is no wind at night. Sowing autumn colors and waiting for Clivia to blossom "Grandma" Author: Grandma Zhu Yan, last night, you came to the cabin through time and space, as if your footsteps were so quiet, regardless of the fatigue of the journey. You are busy cooking, your trembling hands are busy adding firewood to the jumping flame, or that blue double-breasted coat has been worn white by time. Your smile sparkles in the flame, just like ripples in the lake under the sun, but I want to hear you tell fairy tales from a distance. After all, a busy figure without a mouth is a gift to me. My ears are a little lonely. My old and poor grandmother came from far away and said nothing in the dark hut. How can I thank you? My hunchbacked grandmother gave me a father.

4. Poetry about missing loved ones

"I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic."

At that time, we met tonight, and Wan Li was homesick.

-Du Fu

The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.

-Li Bai

Suddenly I heard that simple melody you sang, which made people cry.

-Du Shenyan

You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei in full bloom? -Tang Wang Wei>

2. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it frosted already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home-Don Li Bai>

3. I don't know when the bright moon will fall in Qiu Si tonight-Don Wang Jian & gt

He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu

5. Thinking alone at the bottom of the river is vague, and the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year-Tang & gt

6. There should be no hate. When will it grow round? -history & gt

5. Miss grandma's poems or sentences.

Article 1: Grandma's Day Author: The sun is like blood. Press the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, the boss will run, the second child will laugh, and grandpa will walk. Grandma's days are saturated with Huanglian's worries, and piles of hills are always curved. The northwest wind often shakes the door, and the sleeping children quietly listen to grandma's lullaby. A pair of three-inch golden globeflower tottered to the field path, and their foreheads were covered with sweat. It turned into a green ocean, and the raised waves stretched the locked eyebrows. Grandma's smile is like a flower in a rice field. The jujube garden behind the old house is slightly red. That's the thick thread grandma prepared for the bride's wedding dress. When the sunset was jealously hiding behind the mountain, she slipped away from her fingers with an apron on. Grandma's silver silk greets the second-born bride. From then on, grandma's thin figure leaned against the entrance of the village and stared at the tears in the eyes of the opposite hill, just like WU GANG brewed it. Chapter 2 of Sophora japonica wine: addressed to my dear grandma Author: Grandma Grandson of Lvjiang, you are an extraordinary woman. I respect you and love you. You are as generous as the yellow land in our hometown. Grandson is like a sorghum, deeply rooted in your land, listening to your teachings and carefully holding up the beacon of life. The frolicking of grandchildren in childhood memories has become your joy, your loyalty to marriage, and your maternal love for children, which has become your weakness. The persistence of the sick husband is a little more considerate and caring. This is your greatest achievement in this family. It's all printed in your grandson's childhood memory. Words can't express it. But now! Your children have grown up, and your parents and grandchildren have grown up. Looking back on the past, my grandchildren quietly hid your love in their hearts. I always pray that my dear grandmother will live a long and healthy life forever, and my grandchildren will work harder to continue the truth, goodness and beauty of your life. Grandma, I hope you are still satisfied in your hometown. Part III: Grandma's Hand Author: Half life is a dream. With the bell ringing outside Gusu, you held a baby crying like blood at dawn, and turned me into a baby. You watered a Clivia with your heart, bowed your head and prayed from western countries, and one by one broke the spell of Christ. At the dawn without milk, you learned the first ray of sunshine in the morning through the shutters. You dreamed that he grew into Clivia, and the old winter I sucked was sweeter than milk, and the old cotton wool that covered you was buried. The first cock crow in the morning is the life of your hand across the washboard. In my sleeping red dream, your hands are as red as blood. This is not an affectionate spring. It is said that the spring rain fell on a pleasant night, once again erasing the footprints on your ridge. When I hold it at will, it will cut your hand. I am distressed that there will be hibiscus flowers in summer. I don't know if it's your childhood cheek. Cicada came with a wave of wrinkles. Are you sweating or crying in the hot sun? There is no wind at night. Sowing the Autumn Waiting for Gentleman Orchid to Bloom Part IV: Grandma Author: Grandma Zhu Yan Last night, you came to the cabin through time and space, as if your footsteps were so quiet, regardless of the fatigue of the journey. Are you busy cooking? Are your trembling hands busy adding firewood to the jumping flame? Or has that blue double-breasted coat been worn white by time? Your smile sparkles in the flame, just like ripples on the lake in the sun. I want to hear you tell fairy tales in the distance. But after all, a busy figure without an opening is a gift to me. My ears are a little lonely. My old and poor grandmother came from far away and didn't say a word of thanks in the dark room. My hunchbacked grandmother gave me a father. Chapter Five: Grandma in the Hutong Author: Brother Chao can't hear the cries of vendors in the deep hutong. The grandmother sitting on the dock clung to the midday sun. The vicissitudes of the alley in her hands are deeply imprinted on the banana fan. It is raining. Grandma is still sitting on the dock. The banana fan in her hand gently covered her head. It seems that she can't stand getting wet in clean clothes. She looked up at the sky with rich eyes and pierced the dark clouds. It was sunny and golden light shone on her. She smiled. The banana fan fell from her head to her chest. There is no wind. The alley is very quiet. A fly fell from her fan. Chapter 6: Milk. Milk Author: Half life is a dream. When I was a child, I touched your hand, which was as rough as a piece of wood. Then it got bigger and bigger. I saw your hand calluses as hard as steel needles and stuck into my heart. Now every time I think of your hand gushing out the warm current called tears, our home has a field by the river in front of our hometown. Every time you pass by, you will see the posture of raising your hoe again and again and plunging into the soil forever. In my mind, at that time, I will take out a certificate from my schoolbag, bring you a teapot and herbal tea, and cook two apples at home. At that time, your hair was still black. Five years ago, I went to the county to study. At that time, I knew nothing about places outside my hometown. You said, "men are going to break into this world. I have always kept these words in mind. When I go home, I will always meet you at the station. When I was at school, you always urged my grandfather to carry me on a red tricycle. Three years later, you nagged me with my black schoolbag. Later, I was admitted to the county entrance examination, and you cried. At that time, I will still miss the smell of sparerib soup cooked by you after my arm was broken, and I will hear your hoarse voice on the phone. When I am sick, I will think of the calm expression when I secretly went to the hospital and was misdiagnosed as esophageal cancer. At that time, your black hair could not cover the spread of white. Now that I'm almost an adult, you still pray for me every day and worry about me until midnight. You will miss me forever. Unconsciously, tears have been falling. In the empty years, you were the only one in the old house, and I became your only sustenance. When I go home, you will cook a lot of dishes. When I was at school, you didn't even cook. I find that you are not as tall as I was when I was a child. Just because the years have changed, I still think that after I lose, you will still blame me for calling me three or five times, and I will still miss my way to school if I don't get up. Let me talk to you about my ideal. At this point, you have white hair. In fact, I know that you can't see in one eye and the other eye is not good. When I picked up the eye drops, their weight crushed my heart, just like this eye drop, which was blood red. No matter where I will go, no matter how promising I will be, I just want to say to you: Nanny, wait for me to take my life.

6. The poem I wrote for my dead grandmother expressed my thoughts about her.

Try to imagine you.

Try to remember your kindness.

When the memory leaves the window.

Miss you has become a kind of faith.

Every night is too long.

Loneliness and I continue to pester.

If your heart is just

A single room

Do you still long for tomorrow's sunshine?

The power of love

Bind oneself

There is no place for you.

What is heaven?

get lost

I wander alone

Every night is too long.

Loneliness and I continue to pester.

If your heart is just

A single room

Do you still long for tomorrow's sunshine?

The power of love

Bind oneself

There is no place for you.

What is heaven?

get lost

I wander alone

The power of love

Untie yourself.

So for a person,

Become stronger

Waiting for you to light

The dawn of my life

7. Poems missed by ancestors

1, Song Dynasty Shi Zhengjue's Ode to Poetry 205.

Zhan Zhan is not weak, but continuous.

The protection of Buddha III is its top, and it is the lifeblood of several generations.

Grandpa Cangtou lives in a cold place, and his white-haired children and grandchildren come to the door at night.

Vernacular interpretation

Zhan Zhan is not weak, but continuous. Buddha III protected the lifeblood taught to him by his ancestors. The servant's grandfather lives in a cold place, and his white-haired children and grandchildren pass by the door at night.

2. Gong Zizhen's Miscellaneous Poems in Qing Dynasty (1 1)

Grandfather's title is getting old, and I'm trying to be A Lang.

Jun En told Yuqiao that the tomb of seal script should be one hundred words long.

Vernacular interpretation

Grandfather's age is old, so I try to be a doctor. Your kindness is not enough to tell Yuqiao that what is needed in the tomb of seal script requires various word lengths.

3. Thirty-four Odes by Shi Ruqian in Song Dynasty.

That was the day when you didn't go to class.

The first building is full of shadows, which bothers me today.

On a snowy night, the golden sun crossed the hall, and on a hot day, the jade rabbit turned to her arms.

Miao Ye and grandchildren, all grandfathers.

Woodenhead shoots in the clouds, while the barren woman sucks underwater.

Vernacular interpretation

The hall was hidden by the owner in the old days. Borrowing movies is obvious, and the first grievance is today's worry. On a snowy night, the golden crow went to church, and on a hot day, the jade rabbit turned her arms. Miao Ye and grandchildren, all grandfathers. Woodenhead took the board and beat it in the cloud, while barren woman sheng gasped underwater.

4. Chen Zuo in Song Dynasty wrote "People's Day, My Nephew Drinks in a Bay"

When I was playing with my grandma in the past, I am Zhou Qiang now.

It is of great significance to repay future generations with a kiss from Window Three.

Vernacular interpretation

Recalling the past, I was by my grandmother's side, and Wakako was in Zhou Qiang one day. It is meaningful to distribute the words of three generations of relatives to children and grandchildren.

5. "Xu Ai Dai" in Song Dynasty

Recalling the past, I often lived with my grandmother, and I celebrated in the church.

10 years ago, they were wandering, and the underground will be fruitful.

Vernacular interpretation

I remember being with my grandmother, celebrating in church and hanging my beard. I have been wandering for ten years, and there is no meeting underground.

8. Poems about missing loved ones

1, now, close to my village and meet people, I dare not ask a question. (Tang Song Wen Zhi. Crossing the Han River)

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to ask about people from my hometown.

2. Humayi north wind, south branch of Bird's Nest. (Han. Nineteen ancient poems. "Travel again")

Huma is a northerner, so she is attached to the north wind; The Vietnamese bird comes from the south, so its nest stays in the south branch.

3. Elegy can be a cry or a distant angelica. (Second Han Yuefu. Elegy)

A sad song replaces the cry of homesickness, and the right to climb high and look far should return to my hometown.

4. I have been there, Liu Yiyi. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. ("The Book of Songs Xiaoya Cai Wei")

Recalling the first expedition, Yangliuyiyi blew with the wind. Now on the way back, the snow is flying all over the sky.

5, but the inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three spring rays. (Tang Mengjiao. Wandering sons)

Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?

9. Poems about missing loved ones

1, Jiangchengzi Song-Su Shi

Original text:

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.

They have been dead for a lifetime, separated for ten years, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.

2, "Xijiang Moon" Song-Su Shi

Original text:

Jade bone's melancholy fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind.

In the sea, I sent the probe into the fragrant bush and hung the green hair upside down.

Plain noodles are often too pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup.

Remember Xiao Yunkong, don't dream of pear blossoms.

Naturally, it has a clean and clear style. Where can I notice the fog? It has its own immortal style. Sea gods send people to visit fragrant flowers from time to time, and the phoenix decorated with green feathers hangs upside down.

Its plain face is painted with lead powder and it is afraid of getting dirty. Even if the makeup is washed away by rain and snow, it will not fade the red color like red lips. Noble sentiment follows the sky of Xiaoyun, and you wouldn't expect to have the same dream as pear flower.

3, "Drinking Four Bright Moons Alone" Tang-Li Bai

Original text:

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

Put a pot of good wine in the flowers, drink it alone, and don't know each other. Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon drink, plus his own figure just three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and the shadow is in vain.

For the time being, with the shadow of the bright moon, spring night should take this opportunity to eat, drink and be merry. I sing, the moon lingers, I dance, and the shadows float back and forth. When we are sober, we have fun together, and when we are drunk, we go our separate ways. I hope I can roam freely forever and meet you in the boundless Tianhe River.

4, "Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang-Meng Haoran

Original text:

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

When the ship docked in a smoky small continent, new worries appeared in the guests' minds at dusk. The boundless wilderness is darker than trees, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.

5, "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far" Don Zhang Jiuling

Original text:

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 on the sea, and you and I admire the moon from a distance. Lovers hate long nights and miss you all night. The candlelight goes out, the moonlight is full of love, and the clothes are covered with wet clothes. I can't give you beautiful money, so I'd better enter my dream and be with you.