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Poems about parting.

1. Poems about parting.

The poem about parting is 1 Poems about parting.

1, apes and crows scattered at the end of the river, and people hurt themselves. -Liu Changqing in the Tang Dynasty "Farewell to Pei Langzhong Jizhou"

At dusk, the ape was squeal and the guests by the river had dispersed. The river is rolling and boundless, and I feel more sad and sad alone.

2. Entering Jiangwu on a cold rainy night, seeing guests off in solitude. —— Wang Changling's "The Separation of Furong Inn and Xin Qiji" in the Tang Dynasty

The misty rain spread all over Wudi River overnight; Seeing you off in the morning, I feel lonely and sad for Chushan!

3. Peach Blossom Lake is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. -Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun" in Tang Dynasty

Look at Taohuatan. Even though there is a gap between thousands of feet and China, how can I thank Wang Lun?

Facing the mist on the water, I still waved my hand and cried. -On Watching Wang Nangui by Liu Changqing in the Tang Dynasty

Watch your ship sail to the boundless sea of clouds, say goodbye with tears, and frequently put on a shawl.

5, the old friend resigned from the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. -Li Bai's Yellow Crane Tower in the Tang Dynasty bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.

Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou on this catkin-like, flowery March spring day.

6. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. -Tang Wang Wei's "Wei Cheng Qu/When Yuan Er was sent to Anxi"

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

2. Poems that are reluctant to leave.

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3. What are the poems that express "parting"?

1, "Dead Hua Lian Read Endless Farewell"-Qing: Wang Guowei.

After reading all the bitterness of leaving this world, there are still so many scattered flowers that do not return. Flowers have nothing to say, and the green window is spring. (All Left: All Mu)

I will tell you under the acacia lamp that I have new love and old hatred for Qian Qian. Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.

Translation:

Travel all over the world and see all the human feelings. Unexpectedly, when I returned to my hometown, my old friend had fallen like a flower. Recalling the parting with her at that time, I was relatively speechless, leaving only sadness and parting thoughts. Now, only the green window remains, but it is not the scenery at that time.

I want to tell acacia in detail under this firefly lamp. The new man is like jade, but to whom is the old man helpless? If I had known that all the good things in this world were not long-lasting, it would have been difficult to last. If the mirror is empty, where can I shine? Just like falling flowers, only empty branches make me lonely.

2. "Memories and Partings"-Song: He Menggui

Sad parting. Jiangnan goose is dumb. Music and books are absolutely unique. Two lines of beads and tears, an inch of intestines and a thousand knots.

I remember the Mid-Autumn Festival sadly. This year is still the same as the year before. A few years ago. I know tonight, the full moon is missing.

Translation:

For the sadness of parting, the geese in Jiangnan can't hear your voice. When the news broke, I was depressed and shed tears. Think of the previous Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is the same as today. At that time, we were not separated, but today, the moon is full and we are incomplete.

3. "Bodhisattva's adult, ask your majesty what's the difference"-Qing Nalanxingde

Ask why you are suicidal, and how many months can you get together a year? Willow looks like silk at first glance, so the garden is in late spring.

Spring can't come back, and two oars separate the pine flowers. The old story was driven away by the cold wave, and the crying and hatred have not disappeared.

Translation:

Why do I leave so easily? How many full moons can there be in a year? The willows in the north are like filaments, and the home is past the end of March.

I can't go back in spring, and the Songhua River is blocked by the river. The past is like a cold river tide, and the cuckoo's resentment is still unfinished.

4. Ancient Parting-Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang

Clear smoke and desert willow, not the parting wine.

More points out the jade whip cloud, heartbroken Jiangnan spring scenery

Translation:

It's a beautiful spring, with a faint cloud of smoke floating in the clear sky, and a farewell banquet is being held at the entrance of Liu Yin Avenue. But parting is just around the corner, and my heart is full of sadness. This wine is not enough.

Li Ren raised his luxurious whip and pointed to Jiangnan, the far place to go on this trip. I want to go to Jiangnan, where grass grows and warblers fly, pink and green, and spring scenery is more beautiful. It's just that it's hard for a person to enjoy its beautiful scenery, so the more beautiful the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is, the more it increases people's sorrow and makes people feel sad.

5, "Ding Xifan, Han Zuo Farewell Year"-Tang Dynasty: Wen

Han bid farewell to the past year. Climb the weak willow, fold the cold plum and climb the high platform.

A thousand miles of jade connects Chun Xue, whether the geese will come or not. The strong enemy is sad, and the moon is lingering.

Translation:

Deep sorrow and sadness, parting from you, climbing the branches of sparse willows and breaking the branches of plum trees are inseparable from the balcony in the west.

The border crossing thousands of miles away is covered by Chun Xue, and the distant geese come, but you are nowhere to be seen. All the sighs and sorrows, only the shadow of the moon lingers on the Gobi desert in the northwest.

4. Poems expressing feelings of parting.

1, Modaoqiu River is difficult to leave, and it will be in Chang 'an tomorrow.

2. The old friend resigned from the West Yellow Crane Tower, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

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.

The bright moon hides tall trees, but the long river doesn't know. Youyou Luoyang Road, when will this meeting be held?

Last night, at the beginning of frost, I crossed the river singing Farewell to Wanderers. People who are most worried are afraid to hear the swan song, and lonely travelers are in the silence of mountains and clouds.

6. Entering Jiangwu on a cold rainy night, seeing guests off in solitude. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

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

8. Water brings you the feeling of home, and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.

10, oh, go and ask this east-flowing river if it can go further than the love of friends! .

1 1, Li Bai was about to go 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.

12, a glass of white jade wine, March poplar. The spring breeze can sway for a few days, and you and I are gray at the temples.

13, here you must leave me and float away like a loose water grass for hundreds of miles. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.

14, we watched him go east through the tower gate and enter the snowdrift of Tianfeng Road. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

15, dawning into the future, leaving the old man alone.

16, the lonely sail shadow on the sunset river, with green grass, Wan Li, Hunan.

17. Affectionate feelings have been hurting and parting since ancient times, which is more comparable and snubbing the clear autumn festival.

18, the leaves of the plane rained in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving.

19, the candle has a heart to say goodbye and tears for others until dawn.

20. Nanpu is sad, and the west wind hits autumn. At the sight of heartbroken, why don't you look back?

5. Poems that don't want to leave

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. 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. After all, the world is just a small place.

If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels. You and I went all the way to the green hills in the rain, at the top of the moon in both places?

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!

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. Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.

My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.

A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

Yan Shi was sent as far away as Liu Changqing, leaning on the spring breeze to join Greentown, and the water country was cold and sunny in spring. Drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence.

Sailing alone on the sunset river, the grass is green in Wan Li, Hunan. If we meet, we will be mistaken for Confucian scholars.

Looking at Li Duan, Lu Lun and my old door, the yellow grass closed, it was sad to leave. The way you walked into the sky, when I saw the snow falling at dusk, I came back again.

When I was young, my father and I traveled abroad, and I had no time to meet you in many difficulties and hardships. We cry, we say nothing. What can I wish for you in this cold world? ? Send Dr. Yan, Han Yu, Cang Cang Sen and Ba Gui from Guizhou, and our land is in southern Hunan.

The river floats and the mountain is like a jade hairpin. Every household digs out bluebird feathers, and every household grows its own Huang Gan.

Far more than immortality, you don't need to climb to immortality by flying Luan as a mount. Xie Ting bid farewell to Xu Hun's brother, misinterpreted the boat trip, and the red leaves and green hills flowed.

When dusk fell, I woke up, only to know that everyone had left. At this time, it began to rain again, and I was the only one who left the west wing. Send someone east to Wen, Old Fort Huang Yeman, you are determined to give up this place where you once lived.

The rustling autumn wind will take you to Hanyang Ferry, and the first sunrise will meet you in Yingshan. Several friends and relatives in Jiangdong are waiting for your boat to return from the horizon.

I ask you again and again, when will we meet again and have a drink to comfort your face. Leaving Lu Guimeng's husband is not without tears, nor is it a parting room.

Toast with a stick and sword is a shame to be a wanderer. A poisonous snake stings, but a strong man relieves his wrist.

Aim for fame, and you can't sigh when you leave. Send Japanese monk Jinglong back to Fusang, Wei Zhuang. It's already dark, and his home is in the east of Fusang.

Who will come here with the teacher? A boat full of bright moon and sails. Sauvignon blanc forest is covered with green mountains and green moons.

The green hills on both sides of the strait greet each other, but I don't know how to leave. You are full of tears, I am full of tears, my heart is not tied, and the river is flat.

Yulin Ridge is chilly, Changting is late, and the shower begins to rest. All the doors are empty, the party is nostalgic, and the blue boat is urging.

Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless. Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy.

Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. Where did you wake up from drinking tonight? There is a breeze on the bank of willow.

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. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

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6. What poems describe "I don't want to leave"

1, Yu Ling Han by Liu Yong in Song Dynasty;

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.

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 wind and the setting sun of 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?

Interpretation: Qiu Chan's crying is sad and urgent. In the evening, facing the pavilion, the shower just stopped. I hosted a farewell dinner in the suburbs of Kyoto, but I was not in the mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board were already urging me to start. Hold each other's hands, look at each other with tears, and choke. It's a long road in Xiu Yuan, with a thousand miles of smoke and waves, and the mist in the evening hangs over the southern sky, deep and vast, with no end.

Since ancient times, sentimental people have always been sad for parting, not to mention in this cold and desolate autumn! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn. I've been away for a long time, and it's estimated that even if I meet good weather and scenery, it's just like nothing. Even if there is full affection, who will tell?

2. The Yuan Dynasty Zhang Mingshan's Poems of Pu Tianle;

Luoyang flowers, to the moon garden, good flowers should not hesitate to buy, the moon should not hesitate to buy.

Watching the flowers bloom and fall, according to the flowers bloom and fall, why are you so happy to raise your glass?

The moon is full of flowers, and the most bitter thing in life is to leave.

Flowers fade after the third spring, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is missed in February. People have left, when can they come again?

Interpretation: Luoyang enjoys flowers and Liangyuan enjoys the moon. Good flowers should be bought for free, and so should the bright moon. Watch the flowers bloom by the railing and raise a glass to ask why the moon is so reunited. When the full moon falls and the flowers fade, the most bitter thing in life is to leave. Flowers wither until March, and when there is no moon, the Mid-Autumn Festival is full. When can I come back after I leave?

3. "Untitled" was a long time before I met her, but it was a long time after we broke up.

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! .

Interpretation: It is difficult to meet each other, and it is even harder to leave, not to mention in this late spring season when the east wind is weak and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.

Dress up in the morning and look in the mirror. I'm only worried that the clouds in my hair will change color and my face will disappear. I can't sleep alone in the long night, so I must feel Leng Yue's aggression. Penglai Mountain is not too far from here, but there is no road to cross. Please visit me diligently by a messenger like the bluebird.

4. Zhang Mi's The Sender in Tang Dynasty:

Don't dream of thanking, wandering under the railing of the small corridor.

Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.

Commentary: I came to Xie Jia vaguely in my dream, wandering under the railing of a small cloister. Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate and shines in the courtyard away from people.

5. Lu Guimeng's "Separation" in the Tang Dynasty:

A husband won't cry or leave the room.

Toast with a stick and sword is a shame to be a wanderer.

A poisonous snake stings, but a strong man relieves his wrist.

Aim for fame, and you can't sigh when you leave.

Interpretation: A gentleman doesn't cry, but he doesn't want to cry when he leaves. In the face of generous singing and waving swords, I feel ashamed like a sad-faced wanderer. Once stung by an adder, you will not hesitate to break your arm. Since you are determined to contribute to the world, there is no need to sigh and complain when you leave home.

7. Ancient poems describing parting.