Poems about graduation written by famous poets.

1. The poem about parting written by the famous ancient poet 1, Luo's "Give someone a stunt with a glass of water", don't leave yan dan here, a strong man will break his wrist.

No one was there at that time, and the water is still cold today. -reverence for Jing Ke's blend of ancient and modern times, ignoring branches and vines, and going straight to historical events is a kind of agitation.

In the last two sentences, the scenery contains feelings and the scenery brings contrast. Jing Ke's spirit still exists for thousands of years, and the poet's deep affection for the real environment. There is no parting scene, and I don't know who to give it to. It's just a work that expresses feelings and intones ambitions, and it's the first to open up the atmosphere.

2. Wang Bo's "Don't Xue Hua" was sent to many different roads, and he was only interested in it. On the way of thousands of miles of frustration, lonely cold will destroy life, but a hundred years of body.

Thoughts are wandering and life is short. Go or stay, it will be another person in the dream.

-Poverty and loneliness is a vivid stroke. Thousands of miles away, only with a frustrated heart as a companion. The third kind of sympathy is used to comfort each other and also to masturbate. Both sides will appear in each other's dreams, indicating their sincerity and homesickness for their friends, not paying attention to the feelings of parting, but writing about the sadness of life experiences and political setbacks, and failing to get rid of their personal sadness. Sent to Sichuan, separated by the wall of Sanqin, separated by the fog 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. -When Du Shaofu took office, they were all guests. Don't be sad, wash away the sad and sour state of parting, with an open artistic conception and bright colors.

The second part of Two Farewells on a Moonlight in Jiangting is a chaotic smoke cage, flying south. The door of the pavilion was closed and silent; Tonight, the rivers and mountains are so desolate.

Written by a guest who lives between Bashu and Sichuan, through the description of the scenery, he indirectly expressed that after seeing off a friend, he looked around the pavilion, looked up at the bright moon and overlooked the mountains and rivers. Looking around, the feeling of desolation and loneliness naturally emerges on the paper, and the night is deep and cold.

Blend feelings into the scene. Cold, the word realm is all out.

Meng Haoran bid farewell to Wang Wei, slowly and reluctantly. I waited day after day, until now I have to go. Old friend, how sweet the roadside flowers would be if they didn't mean goodbye.

The lords of the kingdom are very hard on us, and the people who handle affairs are not our own kind. You should just be lonely, and I will close the door of my old garden.

-there is bitterness in resentment and sincere feelings. There are neither beautiful pictures nor gorgeous words. The sentences are straightforward, and the confrontation is extremely natural. The text is simple and profound, with endless aftertaste. 4. Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Qiji at Furong Inn" traveled to Wugu, Fujian in the cold rain.

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! -the first sentence was written in the bleak autumn, which also rendered the gloomy atmosphere of parting.

That chill is not only in the wind and rain on the river, but also in people's hearts. The artistic conception of the second sentence is open and lonely-it sets off the artistic conception, that is, the scene blends, and the scene contains emotions, which reminds people of the poet's lonely and arrogant, pure and clean image.

Moral, moral, memorable. Farewell, I got off the horse and toasted you. I asked you where you were going and why. You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life.

But when we got to Mofu, the clouds came out. -sending a friend to seclusion seems dull, but it is shallow and affectionate under close reading, which means endless.

Farewell, in the mountains, my friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain, until now, in the dark, I closed my thatched door. Spring grass will grow green next year, my friend, will you come back? -don't write a farewell dinner, unique, different from his poems.

The feeling of loneliness, disappointment and sadness after farewell is often stronger and stronger in the sunset one day after farewell, and it is only expressed by Gai Chai Fei. It is often fascinating to pick up seemingly ordinary materials from life and show deep and sincere feelings in simple and natural language.

"Send Yuan Two Stones to Anxi" Weicheng is raining and the guest house is green and new. I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out.

-A friend was ordered to go to Anxi to see him off in Weicheng. The first two paragraphs indicate time, place, environment and atmosphere, and the scenery is fresh and bright. It was an affectionate parting, but it was not charming. On the contrary, it is light and full of emotional appeal. Three or four sentences are moments with rich connotations.

5. Li Bai's "I heard that Wang Changling moved to Zuobiaolong, this is a remote delivery", Huayang fell into the sub-rules, and Wendao Longbiao five streams. My heart is full of sorrow, and the moon is full of sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi.

The first sentence describes the scenery and seasons, and Yang's rules imply the feeling of autumn. The second sentence says that there is no sorrow in the five streams, and the meaning of sorrow is self-evident. After crossing Wuxi Pass, it can be seen that the road to relocation is far away and the road is difficult. The last two sentences are lyrical, and it is difficult for people to meet each other, so they say that they travel a thousand miles, so they say that they are worried about the moon and the wind.

These two sentences have three meanings. One is that the heart is full of worries, and no one can understand it, so we have to rely on the bright moon. The other is that only oneself and friends can see the bright moon in both places. The third is that only by relying on her can I get rid of my troubles. Turning the heartless moon into a bosom friend through imagination, and giving one's feelings to objective things to make them have feelings, that is, personification, is a major feature and advantage of image thinking.

When poets want to express strong or profound feelings, they often use this technique to achieve the desired effect. "To Wang Lun" 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. -The first two sentences are narratives, and the last two sentences are lyrical. By comparing things, we vividly express sincere and pure affection.

Empty sigh is natural and true. "Yellow Crane Tower Farewell Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Old friends say goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks will go 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. -It is not only different from the intense parting of teenagers in Biography of Sending to Shu, but also different from the affectionate consideration in Chengwei Qu. This is a poetic parting, so it is the parting of two romantic and chic poets, and it is also related to a prosperous time, a prosperous time and a prosperous region.

In the happy breakup, there is also the yearning of the poet Li Bai. Fireworks were added before March, which made the poetic atmosphere in the farewell environment particularly rich, with beautiful artistic conception and beautiful words.

The last two sentences seem to describe the scenery but contain a poetic detail, and friends are still watching from afar. Farewell your friends at Jingmen Ferry and sail from Jingmen Ferry. Soon you will be with people in the south.

At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon was held up like a mirror, and Yun Sheng met Lou Hai.

The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. -the first link tells the whereabouts, and the second link is easy to understand and the language is appropriate. This scene contains the poet's cheerful mood and youthful vitality.

The necklace couplet writes a distant view and a close-up view. Tail-joint is connected to fellow villagers, but they have not been spared. Instead, I said that the water in my hometown was sent reluctantly all the way, and with deep affection, she expressed her homesickness. Words have infinite meanings, lofty artistic conception, vigorous style, fantastic images and magnificent imagination.

1 1, Gao Shi's "Don't move big" Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the north wind blows geese and snow in succession. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?

-Generous elegy is a poem from the heart, and it is also well-founded.

2. The poem about graduation is a terrible and necessary ending. Sleepless nights are girls' affection. Graduation silently is a big boy's injury. The long-planned farewell is swaying, which makes the moonlight of this night particularly cordial. The sunshine of the Ming Dynasty is a kind of enthusiasm. Graduation is a hesitation. Looking back in a hurry, all the colorful and brilliant times have been clicked into vivid details. The glorious dreams we once had are calling us to take classes again, listen again, speak again and read again. Write a song, listen to a song, and cross the eternal river. Confucius sighed day and night, telling a melancholy and foggy morning. People dream of flying butterflies and read a beautiful and detached loneliness. Li Taibai and Teal, holding up my glasses, asked Mingyue to write a great and tragic century trek. Mao Zedong is fearless and dignified. Graduation is an old song sung for a long time. All stories, sweet or bitter, are fixed as tearful joy, still sincere and straightforward. The light is still running, and the stirring blood pulls us to sing and sing again. The wind is a girl's hair fluttering in the morning reading, the twinkling eyes are elegant silhouettes, the flowers are inlaid with golden outlines by the morning light, the paths paved with colored stones on campus are faint, the passionate snow is waiting in warm poems, and there are thousands of thoughts in the library. After being suddenly enlightened, the moon is full of light, and a Lu Ge plays in splendor. Teachers and students are as clear as heaven and heart. Graduation is a parting from each other, even from different parts of the world. Graduation is a classic moment of holding hands and touching each other. There is no choice but to sail like water. Graduation is the solemn beginning of all that is not over. Graduation is a profound inscription, nothing is floating, because campus is an eternal youth title page, because society is a magnificent life. Goodbye to the season of keeping promises and money, goodbye to the years of love. Goodbye to my hometown of youth-goodbye to my campus-goodbye to my spiritual home-my youthful mood after graduating from college, my classmates' sentimental parting, lonely sad and silent memories, sincere smiles, sincere friendship, silently wishing the dead leaves caught in my diary-leaving unforgettable messages in my classmates' notebooks-recording photos of my classmates and friends' infinite concern for me in an album-recreating the drawer when we get along.

3. Seek the poems of modern famous poets that are suitable for the university graduation party (for example, Xu Zhimo's Bing Xin Bian Mei's Wheat Field (Haizi). Brothers all over the world should embrace the four brothers in the east, south, north and west wheat fields. Looking back, they should recite their own poems and hug in the wheat field. Sometimes I sit alone in the wheat field in May and dream that my brothers see pebbles rolling all over the country, and there is always an arc at dusk. Sometimes I sit alone in the wheat field and recite China's poems to the sun (Ai Qing) for my brothers. In the morning, I woke up from my sleep and was glad to see your brilliance. Although I was sleepy last night, I was still troubled by countless nightmares.

Your fresh, gentle and clear light shines on the window that I haven't opened for a long time. The window paper is painted pale yellow like pollen and embedded in a light blue neat grid. My heart is full of gratitude. I get out of bed, open the window door that has been closed for a winter, and let you spread a bright tablecloth made of all gold on my table by the window. So, I was surprised to see you: so real, no doubt, you stood on the opposite top of the mountain, and you smiled so clearly.

I try to open my eyes to see you, eager to capture your image, how intense, how trance, how solemn! Your light stung my pupils. Sun, your immortal philosopher, you have brought happiness to the world. Even if you are the most unfortunate person, you can see your inner comfort.

You are the forger of time and the gilder of a better life; You cast the days into countless golden wheels and fly in the ancient wasteland ... Without you, the sun, all life would crawl in the dark, and even with wings, it could only fly in the eternal night like a bat. I love you as people love their mothers. You feed my thoughts and thoughts with light and heat-let me live passionately and suffer for my ideals until my life is taken away by death.

After a long and lonely winter, today, I want to climb to the top of the mountain, take off my clothes, and bathe my soul with your brilliance ... Gift (Shu Ting) My dream is to live in a pond, which can not only reflect the sky, but also let the weeping willows and Chinese milk vetch around me suck me clean. I'm not sad because of my roots. I have expressed myself. My happiness is a short sunshine. However, I left an immortal creation, lit a golden flame in the eyes of children, and sang a green song in the germ of seeds. I am simple and rich, so I deeply feel that my sorrow is the sorrow of migratory birds. Only in spring can I understand this love, endure all difficulties and failures and fly to a warm and bright future forever. The bleeding wings are full of a poem, which goes deep into everyone's heart and enters all ages. All my feelings are gifts from the land. Foreword (He Qifang) This exciting day has finally come! Oh, I can clearly hear your sighing footsteps at night, which are the whispers of forest leaves and night wind, and the tiny hooves of elk crossing the moss path! Tell me, tell me with your bell, were you predicted by the young God? You must come from the warm south! Tell me the moonlight there, the sunshine there! Tell me how the spring breeze blows open the flowers and how the swallows fall madly in love with poplar trees! I will sleep in your dreamlike singing with my eyes closed, and I seem to remember and forget. Please stop your tired running and come in. There is a tiger skin mattress for you to sit on! Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn and listen to me sing my own songs in a low voice! That song will be as gloomy and lofty as fire, and it will tell my life like fire.

Don't move forward! There is an endless forest ahead: there are stripes of wild animals on the ancient trees, which are intertwined like half-dead vines and pythons, and there is not a star missing from the dense leaves.

When you hear the hollow sound of the first step, you will be too timid to let go of the second step. Do we have to go? Please wait for me to go with you! My footsteps know every familiar road, and I can keep singing the songs I forgot, and then give them to you and then to your hands! The darkness of the night interrupted us, so you can look me in the eye without blinking! You didn't listen to my exciting song, and your feet didn't stop for my trembling! Like a quiet breeze drifting through this dusk, it disappears, and your proud steps disappear! Oh, young God, did you finally come and go as predicted? In front of Shelley's tomb (Wang Tongzhao), the east wind stirred the tender grass's heart, and the west wind swallowed up the nightingale's piercing song.

How much time did Chunqiu give him? He can't forget the clear waves and ripples in Yin Hui. Outside the wall, the pyramid spire is towering with the sunset.

(1) inside the wall, the vines in Changchun grow silently. A flying flower lazily kissed the drooping wings and pollen of the butterfly, stained with some green marks and moldy on the tombstone moss.

Arrange the dreamland of a passionate poet: the bell of a distant temple; Girls weave dreams under small windows; The roses on the green grass are delicate red; In the wild, pine trees are blowing sad spring; After dusk, the shadowed moon shadow moves gently. "Xin Xin" (2), did you feel lonely after sleeping? A rebellious teenager, he has been waiting in that corner (3).

There is an old friend's permanent room on the left. In life, the mind and the poet are combined. "He has never been hurt at all. He has endured the change of the sea and has become richer and stranger since then."

(5) The poem left on the tombstone is thought-provoking, and the ghost under the tombstone should also have a pleasant sigh, right? The passion of poetry burns everything in the world. The iron hoop of socialism, the chain of freedom, the mask of desire and the magic in the dark should all be practiced by teenagers at a healthy pace.

They heard the glory and joy of your name (freedom). In the early morning, in the new bright light, the mountains beyond the ground jumped from the peaks.

(6) "Don't be afraid of the future, and don't suffer for the past." With a long laugh, I have a "current" struggle. I can hold back the brilliance of time changes and use my strength to scatter a golden flying rain. Beautiful, solemn and powerful, there is active life here! A string of pearls can't find flaws and stains, and it can shine through the darkness in a cave. Life! -escape from the cave and you can see sunny days.

Love and wisdom, both of which climbed into the poet's figure and broke free from the shackles of life; Looking forward to the glory of the past. It is the frontier peak of ideological struggle. Never look back and throw the javelin washed by blood into the sand.

"Water is flying, hail is beating, lightning is flashing, snow waves are dancing-leave! The whirlwind roared, the thunder subsided, the forest shook, and the temple bells rang-gone, coming! " (7) "Go ahead; I left you, my motherland. There are cannibals everywhere.

4. Poems about youth dreams written by famous ancient poets 1, after graduation.

Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao

The previous filth was not enough to brag, but now there is no end to debauchery.

In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.

Translation:

The difficulties in life and the embarrassment in thought in the past are no longer worth mentioning. Now in to beno. 1, the sullen anger has gone like the wind, and my heart is really inexhaustible. I really want to embrace this nature.

Riding on Chang 'an Road, which is full of spring flowers, today's hooves are particularly light, and I have already seen the flowers in Chang 'an unconsciously.

2. Younan Pavilion

Southern and Northern Dynasties: Xie Lingyun

In the evening, the sky is clear in Wan Li, and the clouds go to the west.

The dense forest is bright, and the far peak is hidden.

After a long sleep, the hotel overlooks the suburbs.

Eupatorium adenophorum was gradually swept away, and hibiscus started late.

I am not tired of youth, I have seen Zhu Ming move.

Feeling sad, the stars are gray.

The pleasure of bait came to an abrupt end and declined in Sri Lanka.

Death will wait for autumn water and rest on the old cliff of the scenic weir.

Who am I interested in and who is smart? Only feast on conscience.

Translation:

At dusk in late spring, after the rain cleared, the clouds rolled and the sun set.

The dense mountain forests have fresh air, and the peaks are hidden for half a round of red sun.

Lin Yu is tired. He is in a hotel overlooking the suburbs.

At the water's edge, bluegrass gradually crosses the path, and delicate lotus flowers bloom in the spring pool.

I haven't met a great spring, but I have seen the approach of summer.

The change of festival order makes me sad and sigh. My hair is a little white and my temples droop.

Singing and eating stopped, and the disease of physical aging suddenly came.

I will wait for the arrival of autumn water and rest on the cliff where I once lived.

Who can understand my mind? Only good friends know my mind.

3. Huanxisha swims in Qiushui Qingquan Temple.

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Play Qingquan Temple in Qishui, next to the temple is Lanxi, and the stream flows west.

The buds just growing at the foot of the mountain are soaked in the stream, and the sand road between the pine trees is washed away by the rain. In the evening, the rain began to trickle down, and cuckoo calls came from the pine forest.

Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!

Translation:

Qingquan Temple, a tourist attraction, has a temple next to Lanxi, and the stream flows westward. The newly sprouted buds at the foot of the mountain are soaked in the stream.

The sandy road between pine forests was washed spotless by rain. In the evening, it began to rain lightly, and cuckoo calls came from the pine forest.

Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The stream in front of the door can still flow westward! Don't sigh how time flies when you are old!

4. Persuade to learn

Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao

If you hit a stone, there will be fire, but if you don't hit Yuan, there will be no smoke.

It is unnatural to learn without learning.

Everything has to be his own luck. He has to be my sage.

Youth must be early, how can we grow into teenagers?

Translation:

Only when you hit a stone will there be sparks; If you don't fight, not even a little smoke will come out.

So do people. Only by studying can we master knowledge. Without learning, knowledge will not fall from the sky.

Everything depends on your own practice, and the knowledge gained by others can't replace your own talent.

You should work hard as soon as possible while you are young. Can a person be a teenager forever?

5. Witch hazel

Tang dynasty: anonymous

I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth.

When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.

Translation:

I advise you not to cherish those luxurious dresses, and I advise you to cherish your youth.

When the flowers are suitable for folding, we should fold them quickly. Don't wait for the flowers to wither before you break an empty branch.

Write a poem about graduation, get to know each other for four years and become good friends.

If you stay long, love will become stronger.

Get out of here and meet there,

Don't be moved when you send them away.

Life has been broken/divided since ancient times, and classmates and friends have been together for several years.

Bitter and bitter aftertaste, a captivating smile, a sour heart.

Thank you for leaving. Don't look back. You can't speak in silence.

Graduation is uncertain, but friends know each other.

Garbo sincerely hopes that students can make plans, concentrate on their studies and don't spend money every month. Get twice the result with half the effort, not worth the loss.

I hope you succeed, and you can still laugh and laugh when you look back.

That summer,

Once again, I am uneasy.

It is difficult for people to consider the season of perception.

The campus is still green,

You and I are no longer green.

Farewell,

Comfortable.

We passed away or really started,

Youth, or youth.

We,

When did you come in?

As if just yesterday,

More like today.

Where were all the people yesterday?

I forgot today,

Around them, they, they,

* * *, will there be a difference?

Still not?

I seldom go to see it,

Blue sky,

We still have a chance to breathe at the moment?

Nevertheless,

Some people do,

Yes, there is.

Who knows if there will be a thunderstorm tomorrow

Who will believe the weather forecast?

Confused innocence,

I wanted to,

I won't get lost when I grow up,

But more ambition,

Let's,

Heart tired.

Whether the wings are full,

We're all here,

When we set out.

Once,

It is not a sentence that young people can sigh at will.

Dreams,

An ideal that you dare not touch again but are still fighting for.

No matter where you go,

I know/know,

I have your memory in my mind.

Thick or shallow,

The colorful moonlight always reflects a picture,

Only I can see it,

I have mine,

You have yours,

Each other's nights are no longer scary and lonely,

Or more depressed.

Like wisteria,

The more entangled and resentful.

Big elm,

It's been cut.

Maybe we've never been here before,

But it's destined to shine here,

So that we can walk smartly.

At least our steps will not stop,

Like the ideal of flying away,

Won't stay,

There will be an eternal difference,

Not forever.

So,

This is just the starting point for us to start over.

A new beginning.

Let's pack our bags,

Take care of your emotions,

Set out very neatly.

For them,

Is the glory of example,

Is the accumulation of honor,

This is the spur of the mind.

There's more.

I have always liked the scenery along the way.

Without comfortable accommodation,

Because the train station always makes people feel uneasy.

Come on,

Let's go,

We'll be back,

Tell you that memory,

Tell the memory of the future.

All the anxiety,

Give us a comfortable comparison and pursuit,

This is beauty,

A kind of beauty.

Have a nice trip,

Wave goodbye,

It's cool.