100 ancient poems about missing old friends

1. Ancient poems about missing old friends

Ancient poems about missing old friends 1. Poems about missing old friends

Parting is the bitter water, loneliness It's a spoonful of coffee. I brewed the lovesickness thickly. I taste the fragrance you left behind and remember your heart. It's like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.

"Jianling's Sorrows and Hopes" ----Yu Xuanji---- In the heart of spring, there are no flowers blooming, every inch of lovesickness and an inch of gray ----Li Shangyin is sentimental, only the moon in the spring garden is still there. The flowers fall when people leave. - "Send the Man" ---- Zhang Bi---- Returning the king's pearls both shed tears, wishing they could meet each other before they were married ---- Zhang Ji sheds tears even if he is capable, but he has a track record, and he has so many words that it is difficult to express but has no words to express - --If Chen Duansheng's love lasted for a long time, how could it last day and night?

——Qin Guan Do you know that the exquisite dice and the red beans make people miss each other deeply? - "Willow Branches" ---- Wen Tingyun ---- Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers ---- Gong Zizhen Afraid of lovesickness, already thinking about lovesickness, when it is my turn to miss lovesickness, I have no words to say, and a trace of my eyebrows show. ----Yu Yan----.

2. The poems about missing old friends are the saddest

Where nostalgia is, Lanzhou urges it forward.

, it should be a false display of good morning scenery. Even if I have a thousand feelings, who can I tell you? (Liu Yong, "Yulin Bell") A song of Yangguan, the sound of heartbreak is gone, and I lean on the railing alone (Liu Yong, "Youth Travel") Did I know it was wrong?

I regret that I didn’t lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong’s "Ding Fengbo"). In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, I can’t say who would lean on the railing. (Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") The clothes and belts are getting wider and wider, but they are not destroyed in the end, and people are haggard because of the beauty.

(Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") The fragrance is not in the stamens, the fragrance is not in the calyx, the fragrance is deep in the bones (Chao Buzhi's "Yan Jiao'er") When spring comes, who is haggard? Knowing (Mrs. Wei's "Wulin Chun") The tired guests in the south of the Yangtze River cannot be listened to, and the pipes are too busy (Zhou Bangyan's "Man Ting Fang") Looking at the moon and pavilion hand in hand, listening to the flute on the exposed bridge, thinking about the past, like a dream, with dark tears Drops (Zhou Bangyan's "The King of Lanling") My hometown is far away, when will I go (Zhou Bangyan's "Su Muzhe") I asked in a low voice: Who are we staying at? It's been three o'clock in the city. The horse is slippery and the frost is thick, so it is better to leave. It is a journey with few people (Zhou Bangyan's "Youth Travel") Everyone tells me, this is Yi's appearance, how can she be like a niannu (Li Lu's "Pin Ling") Only Guanshan is full of moonlight tonight, thousands of miles away, plain and simple Guangtong ("Jiang Shenzi" by Xie Yi) When will Wanli Yunfan arrive? Send away the lonely soul, the eyes are cut off by the green mountains.

Who sings the golden thread for you (Ye Mengde's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom") I hate you not Jiang Louyue, north, south, east and west. North, south, east and west, there is no separation except for each other.

I hate you but it’s Jiang Louyue, I’ll still lose money if I’m full for the time being. It's a loss for the time being, but how long will it take to be reunited (Lu Benzhong's "Picking Mulberries") It's good that the wind is gentle and the sun is warm, but it's a loss for the orioles and swallows.

The courtyard is full of flower curtains that are not rolled up, and the heartbroken grass is far away (Zhu Shuzhen's "Visiting the Golden Gate") He walks alone and sits alone, advocates alone for entertainment and even lies alone. Standing there makes me feel sad, helplessly touching people in the cold (Zhu Shuzhen's "Magnolia") The charming and foolish person is not afraid of people's guesses, and sleeps in people's arms in plain clothes.

When we are most separated from each other, I lazily sit on the dressing table when I return (Zhu Shuzhen, "Qing Ping Le"). I am afraid of the pain of separation, and there are many things I want to talk about. (Li Qingzhao, "Recalling the Flute on the Phoenix Platform") Only The water is flowing in front of the building. I should read it and stare at it all day long. Where I stare, a new sadness has added from now on (Li Qingzhao, "Reminiscences of Playing the Flute on the Phoenix Platform"). The soul cannot be extinguished, the west wind blows behind the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers (Li Qingzhao, "Drunk Flower Yin") Now I am haggard, my hair is covered with frost, Afraid of going out at night.

It's better to look under the curtain and listen to people's laughter (Li Qingzhao's "Yong Yu Le") Searching and searching, deserted and miserable (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice") When the warmth turns to cold, The hardest thing to do is to breathe. Three cups and two cups of light wine can't stand up to him. The wind is coming late at night (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice") This time, how can I say "sorrow" (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice") I want to express my thoughts to Yao Qin, but I have few close friends. Who will listen when the string breaks (Yue Fei's "Little Heavy Mountain") One sound, one update.

There are banana lights outside the window, and there is no limit to emotion at this time. Dreams are hard to come true, hate is hard to put down.

If you don't know the truth, people won't like to hear it. The empty steps will drip to the light. (Wan Qiyong "Long Love") The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, and I am full of melancholy. I have been away for a few years.

Wrong, wrong, wrong (Lu You's "The Hairpin-Headed Phoenix") Spring is as old as before, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and see through the shark's gauze (Lu You's "The Hairpin-Headed Phoenix") The peach blossoms are falling, in the leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book.

Mo, Mo, Mo (Lu You's "The Hairpin-Headed Phoenix") It's dusk and I am sad alone, and there is more wind and rain (Lu You's "Bu Shuzi") I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I will let everyone be jealous. Scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same (Lu You, "Bu Shuzi") Only the soul of dreams can be seen again, but it is a shame that dreams are not made by humans (Lu You, "Butterfly Love Flower") I am not afraid of the silver steel in the beautiful house, I am only worried about the wind breaking the clear sky Yidu (Lu You's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") I cherish the spring and am afraid that the flowers will bloom early, not to mention the countless falling reds (Xin Qiji's "Moyu'er") Even if I buy a fortune for a fortune, who will complain about this feeling (Xin Qiji's "Moyu'er") Idle sorrow is the most painful, don't go and lean on the dangerous fence, the setting sun is setting, and the smoke and willows are heartbroken (Xin Qiji's "Touching Fish") The old hatred flows endlessly in the spring river, and the new hatred clouds the mountains thousands of times.

It is expected that in the Ming Dynasty, when we meet again in front of you, the flowers in the mirror will be difficult to break.

You should also be surprised to ask: How many people have grown up recently (Xin Qiji's "Niannujiao") The building is empty, and the old flying swallows can talk (Xin Qiji's "Niannujiao") The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow, and falls in love with the building.

Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words. Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to stop talking.

I wanted to say no, but I said it was a cool autumn (Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave"). Heartbroken pieces are becoming popular, and no one cares about them. Who can persuade the singing oriole to stay (Xin Qiji's "Zhu Yingtai") "Near") It is he who brings sorrow in spring. Where spring returns, he does not know where it will go. "The Sapphire Case") Despite the cardamom's lyricism, the dream of a brothel is good, but it is difficult to express deep feelings (Jiang Kui's "Yangzhou Slowness") It is difficult to cut off the thousands of strands of separation and sorrow (Jiang Kui's "Changting Slowness") It shakes beautifully, and the cold fragrance Flying poems (Jiang Kui's "Niannujiao") The long nights compete for thin love and knowledge, and early spring is stained by lovesickness (Jiang Kui's "Traveling on the Shasha") The spring is not green yet, and the hair on the temples is first. Farewell in this world will not bring sorrow for a long time.

Who taught the red lotus night every year? The two places are silent and know each other. (Jiang Kui's "Partridge Sky") The green statue is easy to cry, and the red calyx is silent and remembers each other (Jiang Kui's "Secret Fragrance") There is nothing like the spring breeze, no matter whether it is full or not, it will arrange the golden house early.

Talking late at night when the lantern is cut (Shi Dazu's "Qi Luo Xiang") I am sad that my green eyebrows are damaged, and I am alone in the flower garden every day (Shi Dazu's "Two Swallows") The green and dark in front of the building are divided into walks, with a trace of willow and an inch of tenderness (Wu Wenying's "Wind In" "Pine") Melancholy, the two mandarin ducks are not here, and the moss rises on the quiet steps overnight (Wu Wenying's "Wind into the Pine") A piece of spring sadness is waiting for the wine to be poured, the boat is rocking on the river, and the curtains are moving upstairs. Qiuniang Ferry and Tai Niang Bridge.

The wind is blowing and the rain is falling. When will you return home to wash guest robes? The word "Yin" means Sheng tune, and the word "Xin" means "Xiangshao".

The flow of time can easily throw people away, the cherries are red and the bananas are green (Jiang Jie's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms") The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, every step of the way is dripping until dawn (Jiang Jie's "Plum Pops") I can't write a book, just Send a little lovesickness (Zhang Yan's "Jie Lian Lian") Sima Jiangzhou, his green shirt is wet with tears, we are both at the end of the world (Wu Ji's "The Full Moon") The drunken soul should chase Lingbo's dream, and share the west wind. This night is cool (Cai Songnian's " "Partridge Sky") I advise you not to cherish the flowers and get drunk before them. This year's flowers will wither, and next year's flowers will wither and your head will turn gray (Zhao Bingwen's "Qing Xing'er") Xiangyang Ancient Road Baling Bridge. Poetry and autumn are high.

There are many romantic figures through the ages, but there are many heroes at one time (Wan Yanshou's "Chaozhongcuo") The heart is wandering, and the thin makeup marks are light (Yuan Haowen's "Qing Ping Le") The love is still there, but the hatred is not there. Bury yellow.

3. Poems about longing for old friends

1. Looking at the door and stopping there, I miss Zhang Jian, and bear death for a moment while waiting for Du Gen. I am smiling towards the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact.

2. It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted and a place of sorrow.

3. In Ji Sou’s Huangquan, old spring should be brewed. Poems about missing old friends.

4. Only the mirror lake water in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. ——He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty<Two Poems from Return to Home>

5. If you want to hang the sword in front of the grave, you will listen to the piano on your lap again.

6. Whoever says nothing will be rewarded with three rays of spring. ——Meng Jiao of Tang Dynasty<Wandering Ziyin>

7. No matter where you look at the same acupuncture point, it will be even more difficult to predict his destiny.

8. I shed tears of missing my loved ones all night long, but they are gone again at dawn.

9. The child holds his clothes and asks, why is it too late to return? Who fights for time and wins the silk on the sideburns.

10. When you die, you will know that everything is in vain, but the sadness will not be the same as in all nine states. Poems about missing old friends. Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Naiwen during family sacrifices.

11. I am afraid of walking on the road near the south of the city, which is the saddest thing in Shen’s home.

12. If you break a branch, there will be no one in the world to send it to!

13. All things in the world have endured the sorrow of spring, and now they cry to the sky. Forty million people burst into tears, wondering where China is in the world.

14. Three days before the Double Ninth Festival of Dingsi, I dreamed that the deceased woman was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hands and choking with sobs, saying too many words that she could no longer remember.

15. In the past, we joked about the things behind us, but now they are all happening before our eyes.

16. Lying on an empty bed listening to the rain outside the south window, who stays up all night to mend clothes!

17. The dream has faded and the fragrance has faded for forty years, and the old willow in the garden has stopped blowing.

18. Crows roost on the white trees in the atrium, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. () Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don’t know who is missing my autumn thoughts.

19. Afraid of hurting motherly love, I secretly flow to my pillow.

20. The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, and it was once the shadow of a startled grand.

21. I shed tears but silently. I only regretted my past kindness and relied on my paintings to reflect on my past.

22. When I was young and old, I left home, but my local pronunciation has not changed and my hair on my temples has faded. ——He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty<Return to Home Page>

23. The steps are empty, the rain breaks in the cold, and the weather is full of flowers.

24. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.

25. The geese fly south under the overcast moon, and the rumor ends here. My journey has not ended yet, when will I come back? The river is still and the tide is beginning to fall, and the forest is dim and miasma. In the Ming Dynasty, when you look at your hometown, you should see Longtou plum.

4. Poems about remembering old friends

Poems about remembering old friends include:

1. "Missing Friends on a Cold Night" by Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty

The clouds are full of thoughts, and the moon is full of sadness.

How can we say goodbye to old friends when the wild geese fly southwest?

Translation:

The white clouds cut off my longing for the long journey, and the melancholy of returning home under the moonlight became more and more urgent.

The swan geese also flew to the southwest. Why did I say goodbye to my friends so easily?

2. "Jiang Xing Yuan" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

When the wood was cut out of Wu and Chu, it was more than a hundred feet tall. The strong wind blows the sails, and the sunset is thousands of miles away.

The wine was still there when I said goodbye, and I was already a stranger in a foreign land. Missing you is not available, worrying about seeing the blue water of the river.

Translation:

A hundred-foot-tall tree was hollowed out and turned into a boat, which sailed directly to Wu and Chu. The strong wind from the west blows the sails of the ship heading east along the current, and the voyage can be thousands of miles in one day.

The red wine stain on my face when I said goodbye yesterday has not faded yet, and I am already in a foreign country thousands of miles away. I've just been away for a day and I miss you. I only see the green water of the river, which adds to my sadness.

3. Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "Writing Five Posts from the Orchid Mountain in Autumn"

Original text:

In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy. Looking at each other and trying to climb high, our hearts will fly away with the wild geese.

Worry arises in the dusk, and happiness comes in the autumn. Sometimes I see people returning to the village, crossing the sand to rest.

The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the islands on the riverside are like the moon. Why should I bring you wine to get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival?

Translation:

Facing the undulating white clouds on the northern mountain ridge, I, a hermit, can taste the joy myself. I tried to climb high mountains just to see far away, but my mood had already flown away with the swan geese.

Sorrow is often the emotion caused by dusk, and interest is often the atmosphere caused by autumn. On the mountain, I often see people returning to the village, walking on the beach and sitting on the ferry to rest and relax.

From a distance, the woods on the horizon look like shepherd's purse, and the sandbar overlooking the river looks like a crescent moon. When can you bring wine here? Let’s have a good time and get drunk during the Double Ninth Festival.

4. "Send to Li Dan and Yuan Xi" by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

Last year I saw you farewell in the flowers, but today the flowers bloom again for another year. Things in the world are uncertain and difficult to predict, and spring sorrow makes me sleep alone.

I miss the fields when I am sick, and I am ashamed of my salary when I am in exile. When I heard the news, I wanted to come to ask for information. I looked at the full moon several times from the west tower.

How can I predict my own destiny when things are so uncertain in the world? Only the gloomy spring sorrow makes me sleepless.

My sickly body makes me want to retreat to the countryside and watch the exiled people feel unworthy of their national salary. I had heard that you were coming to meet me here. I looked up from the west building and saw the full moon several times.

5. "Summer in the South Pavilion" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.

Enjoy the evening coolness by spreading out the air, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space.

The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.

I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music.

Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of my dreams.

Translation:

The sunset on the mountain slowly sets to the west, and the moon on the pond gradually rises to the east.

I let my hair down and enjoyed the coolness. I opened the window and lay down leisurely.

The gentle breeze carries the pleasant fragrance of lotus flowers, and the sound of dew dripping from bamboo leaves is crisp.

I want to take out the harp and play a song, but unfortunately I don’t have any close friends to come and enjoy it.

Such beautiful scenery makes me miss my old friend even more, and I miss him in my dreams day and night.

6. "Poetry to Fan Ye" by Lu Kai of the Northern Wei Dynasty

Original text:

I broke flowers and sent them to the people of Longtou when I met the messenger.

Jiangnan has nothing, just give me a sprig of spring.

Translation:

When he met the post envoy going north, he went to pick plum blossoms and asked him to bring them to his friends in Longshan.

There is no better gift to give to Jiangnan, so let’s send a plum blossom to herald the spring.

7. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Longbiao was far away and sent this message"

Original text:

When the poplar flowers are gone, the child cries, and I hear that Longbiao is far away. Cross Five Streams.

I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and follow the wind to the west of the night.

Translation:

When the poplar flowers have fallen and Zigui is crowing, I heard that you were demoted to the title of Longbiao Lieutenant. Longbiao is a remote place that passes through Wuxi.

I place my sad thoughts on the bright and warm moon, hoping that it will accompany you to the west of Yelang along with the wind.

8. "A Letter to Du Fu from Sand Dune City" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

What am I doing here? High lying dune city. There are ancient trees beside the city, and the sound of autumn continues day and night.

Don’t get drunk with Lu wine, Qi Ge is empty and full of love. Thinking of you as if you were on the Wen River, sending you a mighty expedition to the south.

Translation:

What on earth am I doing here? Living boredly in Dune City all day. There are many ancient trees surrounding Sand Dune City, which continuously make the sound of autumn from morning to night.

The weak wine of Lu Di cannot make me intoxicated, and the singing of Qi Di is empty. The feeling of missing you is like the surging Wen River, following you southward in mighty way.

5. What are the sentences or poems about remembering the deceased

1. Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty, "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao"

Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.

2. "Huanxisha·Who misses the west wind and the cold alone" by Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty

Who misses the west wind and the cold alone? The rustling yellow leaves close the window and meditate on the past in the setting sun.

3. "Crying Meng Haoran" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

The old friend is invisible, and the Han River flows eastward. I would like to ask Mr. Xiangyang, Caizhou is empty.

4. "Two Poems on Wine and Congratulations to the Prison" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

People are dead and their old houses are empty, but there are lotus flowers and peanuts. Thinking of this is like a dream, which sadly hurts my feelings.

5. Song Dynasty·Huang Tingjian's "Thousand Years Old·Outside the Flowers in the Garden"

Who can shed tears? Drunk lying on the vaginal cover. The person has gone, but the words are empty. The banquet is high and quiet in the rabbit garden, and the tiger observes the changes in the British tour. With deep emotion, the waves are overwhelming and the pearls are sinking into the sea.

6. "Two Poems of Crying Liu Shangshu in Dreams" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Today I am crying for you, my Taoist, and my white mustache is covered with tears in my bedroom door. I don’t know what’s the point of breaking a bow with an arrow? I am also afraid that my lips will die and my teeth will wither!

7. Cao Zhi of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, "Preface to the White Horse Wang Biao"

There will never be a reunion, when will we hold hands? Wang Qi loves the jade body and enjoys the golden age. Collecting tears means a long road, and I will say goodbye to my pen.

8. "Frost Leaves Flying on Chongjiu" by Wu Wenying of the Song Dynasty

Early graying of hair and endless worries. Jingbiao left from Juanwusha. Look at the fine generals and dogwood, but about next year, the green will be slightly high.

9. Huang Tingjian, Song Dynasty, "Qianqiu Sui·Outside the Garden"

The person has passed away, but the words are empty. The banquet is high and quiet in the rabbit garden, and the tiger observes the changes in the British tour. With deep emotion, the waves are overwhelming and the pearls are sinking into the sea.

10. "A Gift to the Xinping Youth" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

The long wind blows into the short coat, and the inner hand is like holding ice. Old friends are not sympathetic to each other, but new friends would rather be jealous?

11. "Passing the Residence of an Old Friend" by Wang Jia of the Tang Dynasty

The neighbor's flute is playing in the cold and the sun is setting. The old residence is now occupied by others. In the chaos, all the children and nephews were scattered, and the melancholy monk's room recognized the book.

12. Lu Lun of the Tang Dynasty "The Judicial Book of Geng Mao was separated from the Ministry of War because of mentioning his old friend in Chang'an...Zhengcang Cao Chang joined the army in Kunji"

His temples seemed to be withered and his heart seemed to be gray. The collection of shocking and sad photos reminds each other. My old friend Jiuquan left me a farewell message, and sent letters to my ministers from thousands of miles away.

13. "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.

14. "Jiangchengzi" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.

15. Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, "Su Luo's Pavilion to express my love for Cui Yong and Cui Gun"

The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear, and the lovesickness is separated from the city. The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the remaining lotuses to listen to the sound of rain.

6. Looking for a lot of ancient poems about remembering old friends~

The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless raindrops are as thin as sorrow.

——Qin Guan, Song Dynasty, "Huanxi Sha·Momo Qinghan Goes to the Small Building" The wind and rain are miserable, and the rooster crows and crows. Now that I have seen a gentleman, why should I not be barbaric? The wind and rain are blowing, and the rooster crows.

Now that I have seen a gentleman, how can I not be confused? The wind and rain are like darkness, and the cockcrow is endless. Now that I see a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy? ——The Book of Songs "Wind and Rain" The far-off Altair star, the bright and clear river Han woman.

Slender and simple hands, playing tricks on the machine. The whole day is unfinished, and the tears are as cold as rain; the river is clear and shallow, how much longer it is! There is a room full of water, and the pulse is speechless.

——"The Faraway Altair" by Yuefu of the Han Dynasty. It's like water pouring from the east, but there is no sun returning to the west.

The night raindrops fall on the empty steps, and the light leaves the room darkly at dawn. When we feel sorry for each other and we all stop drinking, when will we get together to share our feelings? ——He Xun of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, "Farewell at night before leaving for the old travels" The guest has been missing for a long time, and he has traveled thousands of miles alone.

The river is dark and the rain is about to come, and the waves are white and the wind is beginning to rise. ——He Xun sent each other off during the Southern and Northern Dynasties. Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rain at night.

——"Song of Everlasting Regret" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. There are thousands of miles in Qingcao Lake, and one person walks in the yellow plum rain. I'm worried about seeing the night mooring on the beach, the sound of the wind turning the dark waves and the boats.

——"Lang Tao Sha" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The wind returns to the clouds, the rain breaks off, and the rain begins to clear. The lakeside is warm and bright again. The red mountain apricot hair is scattered randomly, and the new green water apple is spread flatly.

The white wild goose with low wings is still heavy in flight, and the tongue is astringent and the oriole language has not been completed. I don’t know that spring in Jiangnan is not good, as I get sick and lose my mood every year.

——"Spring Morning in Nanhu" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The red Banjiang Bridge and the green wine flag, the Guanwa Palace are warm and the sun is setting. Unfortunately, the rain has stopped and the east wind has settled, and thousands of trees are drooping.

——Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty, "Willow Branches" Early in the morning, the cicadas crow and then stop, and the remaining lights go out and light up again. I heard it raining at night through the window, and the sound of bananas came first.

——"Night Rain" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The Badong boat went to Brazil, and the waves were full of wind and rain. Polygonum is cold and the flowers are rustling red, Gracilaria is wet and its leaves are green and sad.

——"Bamboo Branch" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. Staying in an empty room, the autumn night is long, the night is long and the sky is unclear.

Geng Geng's shadow was on the wall behind the broken lamp, and there was a faint sound of rain hitting the window.

——"The White-haired Man in Shangyang" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. On a cold autumn night, an old man was at ease. After the lights were turned off, I fell asleep to the sound of beautiful rain.

The ashes warm the fire in the bottle, and the incense warms the quilt. The dawn is clear and the cold has not yet risen, and the frost leaves are all red.

——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Sleeping at Night in the Autumn Rain" Xiyuan Post Road hangs on the city wall, and the guests disperse in the river pavilion, but the rain has not stopped. Go and have a look at the Fen River. The white clouds are still like the autumn of the Han Dynasty. ——Cen Shen of the Tang Dynasty "Guozhou Houting Sending Judge Li's Envoy to Jin Jiangde Qiuzi" The rain stopped and Yang Lindong crossed the head, Yonghe took a boat for three days.

My house is on the Peach Blossom Bank, until the stream flows in front of my door. ——Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty, "Three Days in Search of Li Jiuzhuang" The grass on the Suxi Pavilion is long, who is leaning against the east wind? The swallows do not return, it is late in spring, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain.

——Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty, "Suxi Pavilion" Turning your hands to make clouds and rain, they are all frivolous, so why count? Don't you see, if you pay attention to Bao when he is poor, this way is abandoned by today's people like dirt. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Poor Friendship" It rains at night to cut spring leeks, and the new cooking room is yellow.

The host said that it was difficult to meet, and it would take ten cups in one fell swoop. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "A Gift to the Eight Virtues of the Guards" I'm exhausted... You can add more if necessary, just accept it~.

7. Poems about missing old friends

No one knows where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.

On the Lantern Festival last year, the flowers and lights were as bright as day. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears.

I think of Chu Yunshen in the distance, but people are far away and close to each other. It is remembered that the green skirt is full of green grass.

I have known the vastness of life and death for ten years, without thinking about it, I will never forget it. Parting is bitter water, and loneliness is a spoonful of coffee. I brew the lovesickness thickly, and taste the fragrance you left behind to recall your heart. Like the water of the West River, it flows eastward day and night without rest. "Jiangling Worry and Hope" ---- Yu Xuan Daoji ---- In the heart of spring, there are no flowers competing for bloom, every inch of lovesickness and an inch of gray ---- Li Shangyin There is only the moon in the spring court, which is like a falling flower for someone who has left.

Contents - "Sending People" ---- Zhang Bi Rong ---- Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing that they met when they were still unmarried ---- Zhang Ji sheds tears and is capable of doing things, but eventually he has a trace. It's hard to say anything but no words - If the love between Chen Duansheng and Chen Duansheng lasted for a long time, how could they stay together day and night? ——Qin Guan Do you know that red beans are placed on the exquisite dice, which penetrate into the bones and miss you? - "Willow Branches" ---- Wen Tingyun ---- Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers ---- Gong Zizhen Afraid of lovesickness, already thinking about lovesickness, when it is my turn to miss lovesickness, I have no words to say, and a trace of my eyebrows show.

----Yu Yan----.