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.

Meet sb. leave

a certain person

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.

Du Shaofu was appointed as Shuchuan.

Bo Wang

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place.

If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels.

Send David to join the army

Chen Ziang

The Huns are still alive and Jiang Wei rejoined the army.

No, no, three rivers, chasing six counties.

The wild goose mountain crosses the north, and the fox inserts the cloud.

Don't make it up, just leave Han to take over.

Farewell, my friend Chen

Richie

In the fourth month, the south wind blew the yellow barley plain, and the jujube flowers did not fall, but the shadow was long.

The green peaks we left at dawn can still be seen at night. Go out and miss your hometown.

Chen, my friend, you have always been a great good man with your dragon beard, tiger eyebrows and your big forehead.

You hide thousands of books in your arms. You hold your head high and never bow your head.

Bought us wine at the east gate, made a wish, and took things as light as a feather.

You lie flat, drunk and forget the white sun, but you open your eyes from time to time and stare at the high lonely clouds.

The tide of the lonely river joined the dark sky and the ferryman boarded his boat. It's getting late and we can't sail.

People from Zheng can't go home, and people from Luoyang sigh with disappointment.

I heard about many friends around your woodland residence, and you were fired yesterday. Are they your friends today? .

Songweier

Wang Changling

Upstairs, the river was drunk and drunk to bid farewell to the sweet orange pomelo, and the wind and rain in the river brought the boat desolate.

Imagine that you are alone in the xiaoxiang moon, listening to the long ape with a melancholy dream.

Send firewood to serve the palace.

Wang Changling

The flowing water is connected to Wugang, so it doesn't hurt to say goodbye.

You and I went all the way to the green hills in the rain, at the top of the moon in both places?

Farewell Xin Jian at the Lotus Pavilion

one

Wang Changling

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!

2. The autumn moon in the poems related to the festival.

Su Shi

The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

Festival moon

Miracle

The sky in Wan Li is cloudless and wet, and the stars are pouring out to clear the rules.

Lin Dong doesn't interfere with getting up gradually, and seeing the road all over the world.

Can also clearly sing the spirit of Hao, willing to teach the dark to take Dan Zhi.

Poor Guan Ye Shan Juanying, waiting for five residual wines.

Guan Shanyue

Lipper

A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses 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.

Prelude to water melody

Su Shi

When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine.

I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.

I want to go home in the wind, lest it be too cold on the roof.

Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.

There should be no hate, and nothing can be done.

People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.

I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Xijiang month

Su Shi

In Huangzhou, I swim in the water at night in spring. Drinking in a restaurant, getting drunk. Take the moon to the stream bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less. I realized that. The mountains are crowded and the flowing water is bright, which makes people doubt that it is not human. On the bridge pillar of the book.

According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint. I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass. It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao. Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu.

Nian Nujiao. Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon

Wen Zhiming

Sweet-scented osmanthus floating jade, flowers all over the street in the first month, and the night is as cool as washing.

The wind is full of eyebrows and cold, and people are in the Crystal Palace.

Yan Longjian, the scenery is clumsy and ethereal.

First frost is everywhere. I want to fly over the colorful clouds.

I remember last evening, wine kiosks and light moon clouds came and went.

Qiu Guang, thousands of miles away, did it in the blink of an eye yesterday.

The bluebird comes from the west, and Chang 'e reports my courtesy.

Send a message, don't be afraid of Shen Zui.

3. What is the poem that describes the reluctance? Zhang Xian's Thousand Years: Love is hard to get rid of before the day is old. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

Ouyang Xiu's Waves on the Sand: It is endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry. This year's flowers are better than last year's, but next year's flowers are even better, and then we will know who we are with. Yu Linling of Liu Yong: Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless and choked up.

Yan's several "Qingping Music": the ferry is green and the branches are separated. During the Song Dynasty, Zhang Xian counted the stingrays and reported them to Fang Fei for a rest.

Cherish the spring and break the red. The rain is small and the wind is fierce, and the plum blossoms are green.

Yongfeng willow, no one is full of snow. Don't pull strings, you can talk about it.

The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

The night has passed and the east window is not white. Zhang Xian: Zhang Xian (990- 1078) was born in Wucheng (now Xing Wu, Huzhou, Zhejiang).

A famous poet in the Northern Song Dynasty once served as the magistrate of Anlu County, so he was called "Zhang Anlu". Tiansheng was a scholar in eight years, and the official to Shangshu was an official doctor.

He lived in seclusion between Shanghai and Hangzhou in his later years. I have traveled with Mei, Ouyang Xiu and Su Shi.

Good at writing slow words, just like Liu Yong. He skillfully used the word "shadow" and was once called Zhang Sanying. Song: Ouyang Xiu wishes Dongfeng to bring wine, * * * calmly.

Chuiyang Mozi Luocheng East. At that time, I always held hands and traveled all over the Champs.

It is endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry. The flowers this year are better than those last year.

It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Who do you know? "Yulin Ridge, Cold Cicada Sorrow" Song Dynasty: Liu Yong was cold and worried, the pavilion was late, and the shower began to rest. 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? "Qingpingle Village Residence" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji's eaves are low and small, and the grass on the stream is green. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.

My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.

4. Write an ancient poem saying 1, reluctant to part. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun.

Source: To Wang Lun.

Author: Li Bai

Even if the Peach Blossom Lake is as deep as thousands of feet, it can't compare with Wang Lun's farewell.

However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor.

Source: Farewell to the viceroy and go to Shu.

Author: Wang Bo

Close friends are all over the world, even if they are far away, they seem to be close at hand.

3. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason.

Source: "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi"

Author: Wang Wei

Sincerely advise friends to have another glass of wine. It's hard to meet old relatives when you go west from Yangguan.

4. Looking at the blue sky, I saw the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.

Source: Yellow Crane Tower Meng Haoran's farewell on his way to Yangzhou

Author: Li Bai

The lonely sail shadow of my friend faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing a line of the Yangtze River rushing to the distant sky.

5. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot.

Source: Furong Inn broke up with Xin Jian

Author: Changling Wang

Friends, if relatives and friends in Luoyang ask about me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin and stick to my beliefs!

There are many farewell poems in ancient Tang poetry, all of which are reluctant to part. Tang Dongda (Tang Gaoshi) is thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, where the north wind blows geese and snow. Mochow has no confidant before him, and everyone knows a gentleman. Yuan Er sent an Xi (Wei) to Weicheng. It was rainy and dusty, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. In my life, my heart broke up with Xin Jian (Wang Changling in Tang Dynasty) in Furong Inn, entered Wu on a cold rainy night, and now I saw Chushan. Relatives and friends in Luoyang asked each other, and a piece of ice heart was in the jade pot. Farewell to a friend (Tang Libai) The mountains in the north of the city are clear and the water is white. You have to leave me here, drifting away for hundreds of miles like a loose aquatic plant. I will think of you in the clouds. The sunset is so human. Wave from here, Xiao Xiao Ban Ma Ming. Farewell Wang's 11th southern tour (Liu Tang) passed the desolate green hills, and now it is a long river, with solitary sails and five lakes in the distance, shining with the light of spring in the sunset, and along an island of white duckweed, the communication is quiet. Farewell (pottery) water town night frost, the moonlight is cold, and the mountains are gray. Who says it's a dream thousands of miles away today? Send a beautiful man (Liu Tang Changqing) out of the temple. In the depths of its tender bamboo, the bell is already late. Castle Peak Wan Li is alone. On the moonlit night, the smoke cages are blue, and the bright moon flies south. Lonely from the pavilion, this night the mountain is cold. Farewell (Don) friends in the mountains. I watched you go down the mountain, and I didn't close my hut door until dark. Next year, the grass will be green in spring, but what about you, my friends' prince? Will it? Send Li Duan (Tang Lulun) through my old gate, in the yellow grass, leaving my sorrow and parting. You must cross the road in Leng Yun, which will let you walk 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? Baling bid farewell to Wang Bawai (Tang Jiazhi) when Liu was not in Luoyang, and Meihua later came to Sanxiang. The world goes with the clouds, and the air of hatred is born with the river. Sending firewood to (Changling), flowing water even in Wugang, is not without harm. The green hills are the same as the clouds and the rain, and the bright moon has never been in two townships. On the way to Yangzhou (Tang Li Bai), Meng Haoran left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went to Yangzhou in March.

6. A celebrity who is reluctant to part with me said, Looking back at the tall buildings in the city, I wish I could be like a moon pavilion and accompany you thousands of miles (Song). It should be a good time and a good scene.

Customs are strange, who to talk to. -Liu Yong's "Yulinling" Guan Guanji dove, in Hezhou.

Ladies make gentlemen. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs Nan Zhou Guanluo Moon", now it is full of the sea, and the end of the world is * * *.

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. I hate you not the moon, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, but each other.

Hating you is like a month on the river. If you are full, you will lose money, and if you are full, you will lose money. When will you be together? Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.

Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. In my heart, for the sake of your heart, I will know each other and deeply remember each other (Shugu after five generations)-Sanlian Reading () Your reunion was short-lived, but now you are separated.

Looking forward to the return period every night, I miss you again. I don't hate lovesickness, I just hate meeting each other.

I worry about it every day. I hope you can go back to your hometown. Poor bones by the river, I am still a dream girl.

You said you would come, but you didn't come. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock when Chen Tao was there. The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.

The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft. But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.

Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. -Yan's "Two Poems of Linjiang Xianzi" is afraid of acacia and has long thought about it. It was his turn to be lovesick, and there was a trace on his brow.

-Yu Yan hopes to get together for a long time, and watch the wild life hand in hand without lovesickness, only lovesickness, and then lovesickness. The order of the laurels-Xu Zaisi, a misty rain is blowing from the east, and the wheels are faintly thundering over the Furong Pool.

There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water. Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.

Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? . 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 grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green.

When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ? In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

Order during the day, cool as water at night, sitting and watching morning glory and Vega. "To Wang Lun" Li Bai was about to leave by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.

Du Shaofu is sent to Shuchuan, separated by the wall of Sanqin and the water of five rivers. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.

"Don't be big" thousands of miles high, the sun is shining in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?

"Send Yuan Er An Xi" Wang Wei Acropolis is light to rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. 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.

"Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Li Bai's old friend went out of the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.

"Farewell to Lotus Inn and Xin Qiji" Wang Changling entered Wu on a cold rainy night and saw Min Gu. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian Shuji, Wu went home, and the north wind rolled white grass. Eight days in In the snow were like spring breeze. At night, the petals of Wanli pear tree were blown open and entered the bead curtain. The wet silk curtain made the fur coat cold and the cotton mat thin. The general can't control his horn bow, and all his iron clothes are still cold. The vast sea is dry and cold, and the gloomy clouds are gloomy. China's army buys wine and drinks. Huqin, Pipa and Qiangdi fall at dusk, but the red flag cannot be overturned by the wind. The east gate of Luntai will see you off. He walked into the snowdrift of Tianding Road, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint behind him. "Yulinling" Liu Yong is cold, the pavilion is late, and the shower begins to rest. Everyone drinks without emotion, and the land of missing is urged by Lanzhou. They held hands and looked at each other with tears, but they were speechless. I read-I go to smoke thousands of miles and sink into ChuTiankuo at dusk. Family ties have been sad since ancient times, and it is more worthwhile to neglect the Qing autumn festival. Where do I wake up tonight? Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

But how much love an inch of grass has is three times! In Walking on the Sand, Ouyang Xiu's waiting hall is full of plum blossoms, and the grass on the stream bridge is warm and swaying. Sorrow is drifting away, and the distance is like spring water. Inch tender feelings tears for you, the building is not near the dangerous fence. There are plains and weeds everywhere, and pedestrians are even outside the Spring Mountain. In He Xinlang, Zhang sent Hu Bangheng to stay in Xinzhou and dreamed of Shenzhou Road. The flow of the nine-headed fox and the thousand-village fox is chaotic. God's will is never difficult to ask, and the situation is difficult to tell. Donanpu, I'll walk you away. The cool willows on the shore urge the summer heat. Gengxu River, sparse stars and moons, slightly broken clouds. Know where it is and talk to each other in bed later. If the goose doesn't come, the book becomes a book. Cao Kener's grievances will be with you. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

Poems that miss deceased relatives are not as lonely as the dusty night platform. Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers.

The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.

Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are. A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left.

I miss my parents' tears all night and will take them back in the morning. 10% off, no one will send it! Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month.

Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered.

Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain. I want to hang a sword in front of the grave and listen to the piano on my knee.

Three days before Ding Si's Double Ninth Festival, the woman who died in the dream was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hand and sobbing. Many words have been forgotten. The old spring will be brewed in Ji Minruo's grave.

Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night! Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow. Tears are silent, only regret to get rid of fickle feelings, and rely on the painter to keep knowledge.

The road near the south of the city is afraid to walk, and Shenjiayuan is the most injured. . .