Ancient poems about parting~

14 Farewell Poems

Farewell to Dong Da

Gao Shi

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds in the white sun,

The north wind blows the geese and snow.

Don’t worry, you will have no friends in the future.

No one in the world will know you.

The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

The shadow of the solitary sail was gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River could be seen flowing in the sky.

"Song of White Snow" Sending Magistrate Wu back to the capital"

Cen Shen

The north wind blows the white grass on the ground, and it is snowing in August.

Suddenly like a spring breeze coming overnight, Thousands of pear blossoms are in bloom.

The beaded curtains are wetted by the curtains, the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.

The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the protective armor is still cold. .

The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds are frozen thousands of miles away.

The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, playing fiddles, pipas and qiang flutes.

The dusk snow falls on the camp gate, and the wind blows The red flag won't turn over in the cold.

I sent you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Mountain Road was covered with snow.

You were nowhere to be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.

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"Rain Lin Bell"

Liu Yong

The cicadas are mournful, it is late in the pavilion, and the showers have begun to stop.

There is no drink in the Dumen tent. The mood, the place of nostalgia, is stimulated by Lanzhou.

Looking at each other's eyes with tears, I am speechless and choked.

Thinking of it - thousands of miles away, the mist is sinking in the sky.

Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival.

Where can I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows, with the evening breeze and the moon.

After so many years, it should be Good times and beautiful scenery are just in vain.

Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them.

"Treading on the Shasha"

Ouyang Xiu

The plum blossoms in the waiting hall are withered, the willows on the stream bridges are thin, the grass is fragrant and the wind is warm and swaying the bridle.

The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance is endless like spring water.

The soft intestines are filled with pink tears. , high buildings should not be close to dangerous railings.

The plains are full of spring mountains, and pedestrians are even outside the spring mountains.

Xin Qiji's magnolia flower slowly

presented on the table Zhang Zhonggu, the commander-in-chief of the Xingyuan Dynasty,

Hanzhong established the Han Dynasty, and asked whether this place is right or wrong

I want to point my sword at the Three Qin Dynasties. The king was proud and returned eastward after a battle.

The pursuit of death is not seen today, but the mountains and rivers are full of tears and the clothes are stained.

The setting sun has broken the dust, and the west wind has blocked the sky.

The first book is the emperor's teacher, a small test Go to conquer the west.

Leave the banquet in a hasty manner, hurrying on the way, full of worries about the banner.

You are thinking of me, looking back, it is - the autumn shadow of the river is the first flight of the wild geese.

The four corners of the wheel are too good to be worn to reduce the waistline.

Zhang Yuanqian congratulated the groom

Sent Hu Bangheng to Xinzhou to wait for the system

Dreaming around Shenzhou Road, feeling disappointed —Autumn breeze draws corners, the Forbidden City leaves millet.

The bottom line is that Kunlun is the mainstay, and the yellow currents from the nine places are gathering in chaos—foxes and rabbits fall into thousands of villages.

The will of God is always high and difficult to ask, Situation - Human feelings are easy to grow old and sorrow is difficult to tell.

More to Nanpu, see you off.

The willows growing on the banks of the Liang River are urging the dying summer. The Geng Xianhe River, the stars are sparse and the moon is pale, and the broken clouds are slightly dim. .

Thousands of miles away, I know where to look back and talk to each other in bed at night.

If the wild geese are not available, who will write the book and see the blue sky to cherish the present and the past.

Will - My son, Cao, has a grudge against you. Hold up the big white and listen to the golden thread.

Ode to history

The pines at the bottom of the gloomy stream are separated from the seedlings on the mountain.

Take the other path An inch of stem can shade this hundred-foot strip.

The world's elite is in a high position, handsome and humble.

The terrain makes this happen, and the origin is not one day.

The old business of Jin Zhangji, the seven-leaf Er and the Han mink.

Isn’t Feng Gong great, with a white head and no move.

Yan Zhao Wang Chen Zi’ang

Nandeng Jieshi Pavilion , looking at the Golden Terrace in the distance.

The hills are covered with trees, and King Zhao is at peace

The Tyranny is now over, and the horse is back.

"Eight Formations"

Du Fu

His achievements are divided into three parts of the country, and he is famous as the Eight Formations.

The stone in the river will not turn, but he will swallow Wu with regret.

"Woyi Alley"

Liu Yuxi

Wild grass and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley. <

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In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Liu Yuxi's "Reminiscing about the Past in Xisai Mountain"

Wang Jun went down to Yizhou by boat, and the king of Jinling was full of energy. Sad to end.

Qianxun's iron chain sank to the bottom of the river, and a piece of falling flag emerged from the stone.

Many times in this life, the past has been regretted, but the mountain shape is still pillowed by the cold current.

From now on The world is home, so the fortress is rustling and the reeds are in autumn.

Su Shi misses Nujiao

The waves in the east of the great river have swept away all the romantic figures of the ages.

The human road to the west of the fortress Yes, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms, Chibi.

Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.

The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time.

Reminiscent of Gong Jin's time, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, handsome and handsome.

Feather fan and silk scarf, while talking and laughing, the rapist was wiped out.

My motherland is wandering around, my passion should laugh at me , was born early.

Life is like a dream, a statue returns to the river and the moon.

Zhou Bangyanxi River

Jinling Nostalgia

Beautiful land, Who remembers the great events of the Southern Dynasties

The mountains surround the motherland, around the Qingjiang River, and the servant girls in buns face each other.

The raging waves hit the lonely city, and the wind canopies reach the sky.

The tree on the cliff , still leaning upside down, don’t worry about the boat being tied to it.

The old ruins are empty, the sky is green, and the fog is halfway down.

The moon comes over the female wall late at night, looking eastward towards the Huaihe River with sadness Water.

Wine, flags, and drums are all in the cityscape—the kings are vaguely thanking their neighbors, and the swallows don’t know where they are.

Towards—ordinary alleys and other people’s houses, they are like talking about their rise and fall, in the setting sun.

Jiang Kui Yong Yule

The rhyme of Cijiaxuan Beigu Tower

The clouds separate the lost building, the moss seals the stone, where do people go

A few rides in the autumn smoke, a pole of cold tide, come and go through the ages.

My heart is still there, the green cliffs are green, and the pain is retained by the north gate.

Yes You can drink the wine in Zunzhong, and the big flag is embroidered with bears and tigers.

My predecessor, Zhuge, came here to visit, and he paid three visits with a few words.

Outside the building, Jiang Gao loomed. , recognized the Zhengxi Road.

Zhongyuan gathered together, the elders of Shenzhou, and looked south to the Changhuai Golden Drum.

Asked whether Yiyi was planting willows at that time and whether he is still there today.

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June’s Farewell

Clear Sky Thousands of miles

The breeze is warm

In this beautiful season

We are about to leave

Did you know

How reluctant I am

How helpless I am

Three years ago

You and I met

How helpless you are and loneliness

Being unable to integrate into life for a long time

You are now

How lively and naughty you are

Innocent and innocent

How much I like you

Watching you grow

Full of joy

We will part ways

When you leave

I will also think of me----

A person who once truly loved you

I know

You have grown up

You should be able to let your ideals fly

Let’s go

Children

I hope you have a good journey

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--Farewell Poem

Author; Marcia

Xiao Yu Rustling,

fallen leaves are fluttering.

You are like the god of friendship in the wind and rain.

I am walking towards you,

And what about you?

But you become blurry,

Blurry...

Until you disappear.

No, that’s not you, that’s just your shadow!

Where are you?

"I was in the wind and rain at the beach..."

Your voice rang in my mind,

"We are on the road to separation."

Dry rain rustles,

Willow leaves flutter.

I am the only one standing in the rain.

What does that feel like?

Is it sadness, sadness,

Or the sadness of separation...

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The sadness of separation Farewell - Four modern farewell poems

Parting between life and death is a unique pain for human beings. In the history of Chinese literature, there are laments such as "I have passed away in the past, and the willows are still hanging on"; there are admonitions such as "I urge you to have a glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west"; "The expression is even more sad, "This time, how can I say "sorrow"? We have long been familiar with these classical poems, and when we talk about farewell poems, we always think of these classical poems first. In fact, there are also some good farewell poems written by writers of modern Chinese literature. "Nostalgia" by Yu Guangzhong is such a classic:

When I was a child, nostalgia was like a small stamp.

I am on this end, and my mother is on the other end.

When I grow up, nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I am at this end and the bride is at the other end.

Later, homesickness was like a short grave.

I am outside and my mother is inside.

Now, nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I am at this end, and the mainland is at the other end.

However, this is not the only good poem. When I was reading in the past few days, I saw several good poems about separation. Now upload it to share with everyone.

Paper Boat

Author: Bing Xin

I never abandon a piece of paper,

I always keep it - keep it Then,

folded them into small boats,

and threw them into the sea.

Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,

Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.

I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged,

I always hope that one of them will flow to where I want it to go.

Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don’t be surprised that it entered the dream for no reason.

This is what your beloved daughter folded with tears in her eyes,

Thousands of rivers and mountains, please ask it to carry her love

and sorrow back home.

Maybe

——Funeral Song

Author: Wen Yiduo

Maybe you are really tired from crying

Maybe, maybe you want to take a nap,

Then tell the nighthawk not to cough.

Don't let the frogs whistle, don't let the bats fly,

Don't let the sun touch your eyes,

Don't let the breeze brush your eyebrows,

No one can wake you up,

Hold an umbrella to protect you from sleep,

Maybe you listen to the earthworms turning the mud,

Listen to the grass The roots absorb water,

Maybe you listen to this kind of music

It is more beautiful than the cursing voice;

Then you close your eyelids first,

I will let you sleep, I will let you sleep,

I will cover you gently with the loess

I will make the paper money fly slowly.

Garland

(Put it on a small grave)

Author: He Qifang

The flowers that bloom in the valley are the most fragrant .

The morning dew that no one remembers is the brightest.

I say you are happy, little Lingling,

The stream without a shadow is the clearest.

You dreamed that green vines came into your window,

Golden flowers fell into your hair.

You are moved by Yan Yu’s story,

You love loneliness, the lonely starlight.

You have the tears of a girl like pearls,

You often shed sorrow without a name.

You have beautiful days that make you sad,

You have even more beautiful deaths.

Farewell

Author: Yang Mu

How many partings are there in life

Only at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, so urgent

I am riding a horse

You are riding a horse too

I am going to chase my horses

You are going to catch the last bus

What can I give you?

The ice and snow are too cold

The blazing sand is too hot

The weeds will easily wither if you take them away

The creeks will dry up easily

The setting sun is good and very poetic

But it is too much like blood

People always have to say goodbye

The moon in Tianshan is waxing and waning.

Only the heart is like this grassland

Every year, the remaining snow disappears

The earth is always the center

Anywhere You can all say goodbye

Just don’t be on this horse

Being on the same drum

Beat the beat

For connection Thoughts about the future