Poems of missing lovers in autumn

Poetry about missing old friends in autumn 1. Poems of missing hometown in autumn

I miss my hometown for a long time in August night, and add a few stems to my temples. -"Mid-Autumn Festival to send Yang (a Mid-Autumn Festival to send Yang brothers forever)" Year: Tang Author: Han He

If you don't cherish sitting in the middle of the night, it's hard to get rid of Wan Li. I watched it together for a month, all in Guangzhou. Tears are full of gold, and the soul is frightened by the night. Homesick and speechless. -"Mid-Autumn Festival Guang Jiang Tie Xiu Wei Yi" Year: Tang Author:

Long-term guests have not returned, and the Mid-Autumn Festival can hurt the body twice. At dusk, my country is in Hengyang. The island is overcast and the leaves in the forest are yellow. Night dreams are thousands of miles away, reading old books. -"Autumn Moon Pregnant Trip" Year: Tang Author: Zhu Qingyu

Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? -"Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights" Year: Tang Author: Wang Jian

It's been too long since we broke up. It's the seventh Mid-Autumn Festival. Last year in the East, I looked at the moon and was depressed. -"Water Tune Song Tou" Year: Song Author: Su Zhe

2. Qiu Si's poems

But how much love has left nothing growing and won three spring rays-Don Meng Jiao >

Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi >

You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei in full bloom? -Tang Wang Wei >

The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home-Don Li Bai >

Wang Wei's "I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains" is in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Miss your relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei >

Looking forward to the full moon tonight, I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into-Don Wang Jian >

Everyone feels strange in a foreign language, but they hate the sound of singing birds like an ancient mountain-Don Sikong Tu >

Miss in the cold autumn, a person wandering at the crossroads of love, street lamps radiate soft light, hanging over the two big trees beside him. According to that lonely idea.

I want to be strong, walk away and forget, but my eyes always stay in the direction where you once appeared, and I haven't changed the temperature without your hand. Autumn is so cold, such a night.

Only the lake is reflected in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhang Zhi >

Autumn thoughts/raindrops in late autumn wet my eyes, and I miss my loved ones with a heavy heart. In recent years, I have tried life and death again and again, a dark and heartless disease, a dangerous beach that life can't cross.

You left this heartless world forever with the disappointment of your loved ones and the attachment of your life. Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains the same. -Tang He Zhangzhi >

3. The poem of missing the old friend is the saddest.

Homesickness, Lanzhou urges hair.

Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I cried without words (Rain Bell by Liu Yong). Affection hurts parting since ancient times, not to mention the clear autumn festival (Rain Bell by Liu Yong) has passed, which should have been a good early scene in name only. Even if the amorous feelings last for thousands of minutes, who should I tell (Liu Yong's "Lin Yuling")? I should have known it myself (Liu Yong's "Youth Tour")?

I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong's Ding Feng) in the residual light of the grass, and no one would lean on the railing and be silent. (Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian") The belt is getting wider and wider, and it will not go out, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

(Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") The fragrance is not in the core, the fragrance is not in the calyx, and the fragrance is in the bone (Yan by Chao Buzhi). Who knows (Mrs. Wei's "Wu") gaunt and tired in the south of the Yangtze River, unbearable, anxious to get back together (Zhou Bangyan's "Man Ting Fang"), looking at the moon pavilion with his hand, and smelling the flute on the bridge. It is already midnight in the city. The horse is slippery and frozen, so it is better to have a rest. It's better to walk less (Zhou Bangyan's youth brigade). Everyone knows it's like Iraq. How can it be like a slave loss (an isolated spirit)? Only Guanshan is thousands of miles away, when will Su Guangtong (Jiang Shenzi of Xie Yi) sail to Wan Liyun? Send a lonely soul and your eyes will be cut off.

Who? It's not the moon that hates you, but the east, the west, the north and the south. East, west, north and south, only each other.

I hate you, but I've been on the river for a month, and I'm still losing money when I'm full. When it is full, it is still a loss. When is the reunion (Lv Benzhong's Mulberry Picking)? It is better to warm the sun and lose to Yingying Yanyan.

The courtyard is full of flower curtains, and the heartbroken grass is far away (Zhu Jinmen). He sits alone, advocates enjoying alone and lying alone. Standing is frustrating, but touching people (Zhu's "delicate magnolia") is naive and not afraid of people guessing, and sleeping with him is pregnant.

When I was leaving, I was too lazy to come to the dresser again (Zhu's Qing Ping Le) for fear of parting. There are many things I want to say and take a break (Li Qingzhao's "The Phoenix Tower Memories the Flute"), but I want to read the water in front of the building and stare at it all day. Seeing the place has added new worries since then (Li Qingzhao's "Recalling Feng Tai to Blow the Flute"). The west wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers (Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers"). Now, with the cold wind, the temple is afraid to go out at night.

It is better to look under the curtain and listen to people's laughter (Li Qingzhao's "Forever Happiness"). When it is cold and lonely, it is most difficult to rest (Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice). Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can we beat him? It's late and urgent (Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice). This time, how can we get a sad word (Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice)? We should pay attention to Yao Qin, who will listen when there are few bosom friends (Yue Fei's The Hill)? It is even more important.

The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite. Dreams are hard to achieve, and hatred is hard to level.

People who don't care don't like to hear it, and the empty steps fall. (Si Wan Yong's "Sauvignon Blanc") Dongfeng Xie, with a subtle sense of joy and a melancholy mood, left Suo for several years.

Wrong, wrong, wrong (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix") Spring is the same, people are empty, tears are full (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix"), peach blossoms fall, and the pool is idle. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.

Mo, Mo and Mo (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix") are lonely at dusk, and there is more wind and rain (Lu You's "Bu Operator"), and everyone is jealous. Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only the fragrance remains unchanged (Lu You's "Bu Operator"), only the dream soul can reunite, and the dream can not be made (Lu You's "Dead Hua Lian"). I'm not afraid of silver and steel, but I'm afraid of the wind and rags (Lu You's Die in Hua Lian). I'm afraid spring has already opened, not to mention countless red flowers (Xin Qiji's "Fishing"

I look forward to seeing you again in the Ming Dynasty. We should also be surprised to ask: How many buildings in Fahua (Xin Qiji's Nian Nu Jiao) have been deserted recently? Old You Yanfei can say (Xin Qiji's Nian Nu Jiao) that teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the next floor.

Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it.

I want to say that I still have a rest, but it's a cool autumn (Xin Qiji's ugly slave) and nobody cares. What's more, who advised Ti Ying to stop (Xin Qiji's Near Zhu Yingtai), because he brought the sadness of spring, but he didn't know what to do in spring (Xin Qiji's Near Zhu Yingtai). Looking back, the man was there. It's hard to let go of sorrow (Jiang Kui's "Long Pavilion"), Leng Xiang flew to poetry (Jiang Kui's "Nian Nu Jiao") for a long time, and was dyed by acacia in early spring (Jiang Kui's "Walking on the Sand"). Spring is not green, temples come first. We leave for too long, and slowly all the pain will be forgotten by time.

I don't know who made me miss that evening, that happy reunion night. Only you and I can understand this feeling. (Jiang Kui's "Partridge Sky") The green carving is easy to cry, and the red calyx is silent and nostalgic (Jiang Kui's "Dimfragrance") is nothing like the spring breeze. No matter what it is, the golden house has been sorted out long ago.

He also taught a song "Go with the Flow", but complained that Yulong's elegy (Jiang Kui's "Thin Shadow") was on the verge of breaking the shore and a new green was born; This is a place that turns red with sadness. I remember the flowers blossoming in the front door and cutting the lights in the middle of the night (Shi Dazu's Luo Qixiang), worried that Cui Dai's eyebrows would be damaged. Flowers bloom every day (Shi Dazu's "Double Words"), and there is a dark green road in front of the building, with a touch of willow and an inch of tenderness (Wu Wenying's "The Wind Into the Pine"). You can't spend your honeymoon with melancholy, and the moss rises to the secluded stage overnight (Wu Wenying Du Qiuniang, Tainiang Bridge).

The wind is floating and the rain is falling. When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.

Time can easily throw people away, cherries are red and bananas are green (Jie Jiang's Plum). Emotions and sorrows are always ruthless. You can't write a book until dawn (Jie Jiang's Young Beauty), and only send a little (Zhang Yan's Jie Lianhuan). Jiangzhou Sima, with a wet shirt, is the end of the world (Wu Ji's Full Moon). Poetry prospers in autumn.

Throughout the ages, romantic figures, how many heroes (Wan Yanshou's "Chao Zhong Cuo") have left their intestines for a while, with thin makeup marks (Yuan Haowen's "Qing Ping Le"), and the seas are dry and the rocks are rotten, but they hate it.

4. Qiu Si's ancient poems

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. -Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night

The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. -Zhang Ji "Qiu Si"

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium. I am looking forward to the moon tonight. I wonder whose home is Qiu Si? -Wang Jian's Fifteen Nights Full Moon Send to Du Langzhong

In the autumn of the first half of Mount Emei, the Pingqiang River reflected. In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou. -Li Bai's "Emei Mountain Moon Song"

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an. Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror. High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon. Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds! Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water. The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc, soul-destroying! -Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc". The first part "

Leaves fall to the south and the north wind is bleak. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset. -Meng Haoran's "Early Cold Jiang Huai"

A harp sighs all night, with the sadness of wind and rain on its strings. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets. The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him. -Wei Zhuang's "Night Thoughts on Terraced Terraces"

Possession drives people to run around, like 10,000 sudden fire cows, but not like a Jianghu ranger and as free as a Sha Ou bird. Days are like idle years, and things are as drunk as mountains. Clothing pestle across the deep lane, Jingtong shook down his hometown in autumn. I want to see the place from a very far height, and I can stand in front of Baizu Building like Chen Deng, which is a great event in the world. -Lu You's Night Thoughts

5. Qiu Si's poems

1. Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. -"Tianjingsha Qiu Si" Ma Zhiyuan

Explanation:

At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree with withered vines and made a piercing cry. Under the small bridge, the running water jingles, and the farmhouse next to the small bridge raises smoke. On the ancient road, a thin horse struggled against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. On a cold night, only lonely travelers wander in the distance.

2. The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.

-"The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si" Fan Zhongyan

Explanation:

Autumn is coming, and the scenery in the northwest frontier is different from that in Jiangnan. The geese flew back to Hengyang again, without any intention of staying. At dusk, when the army's horn blows, the surrounding sounds also rise. In the mountains, the twilight is heavy, the mountains are sunset, and the solitary door is closed. After drinking a glass of turbid wine, I can't help thinking of my hometown thousands of miles away. I failed to defeat an enemy like Dou Xian, and I failed to make a decision earlier. Melodious Qiangdi sounded, the weather was cold and the ground was covered with frost and snow. Late at night, the soldiers couldn't sleep well: the general's beard and hair turned white because of military action; The soldiers have been guarding the border for a long time, and they also shed sad tears.

Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. -"Autumn Ci" Liu Yuxi

Explanation:

I feel sad and lonely every autumn since ancient times, but I think autumn is better than spring.

4. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. Qiu Si Zhangji

Explanation:

The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city again. I wonder what happened to my relatives in my hometown? Write a letter from home to greet peace. There are so many things to say and I don't know where to start. The letter has been written, but I'm afraid I haven't finished what I want to say in a hurry; When the messenger set out, he opened the envelope and returned it to him.

5. The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprised the western Western jackdaw. The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other. -Li Bai's Poem of Autumn Wind

Explanation:

The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright. When the leaves in the wind gather and disperse, the western Western jackdaw has already inhabited and was awakened by the bright moon. Friends are looking forward to meeting each other, but I don't know when, at this time and on such a night, it's hard not to miss each other.

I came from three thousand miles away. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. -"Ascending the Mountain" Du Fu

Explanation:

Sad to autumn, I feel that Wan Li has been wandering all the year round and has been sick all his life. Today, he is alone on the high platform. After a lot of hardships, white hair is full of temples, and the cup is hanging.

7. Nostalgia, chasing the idea of traveling. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep. The bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears. -"Su Muzhe Nostalgia" Fan Zhongyan

Explanation:

It is sad to miss your hometown silently, and it is difficult to get rid of lingering worries. Unless you dream well every night, you can get a moment of comfort. I don't want to look at the tall building alone on a moonlit night, but I want to pour bitter wine into my sadness and turn it into tears of acacia.

8. A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, and a wild goose rang in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. -"Moonlight Remembering Brothers" Du Fu

Explanation:

The drums on the garrison building cut off people's communication. In autumn, a lonely goose is singing. Starting from tonight, I entered the Millennium solar term, and the moon in my hometown is still the brightest. Brothers are scattered, and life and death are homeless. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, not to mention frequent wars.

9. Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. -Zhang Ji's "Night Sleeping in Fengjiang"

Explanation:

The moon sets, crows crow and the sky is cold. They sleep sadly on the maple trees and fishing fires by the river. In the lonely and quiet Hanshan Ancient Temple outside Gusu City, the bell ringing at midnight reached the passenger ship.

10. A moon hangs over the capital, and 10,000 washing hammers are beating. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition? -"Midnight Wu Ge Qiu Ge" Li Bai

Explanation:

There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and thousands of households smash clothes. The autumn wind blows clothes, and everyone misses the border guards. When can I quell the border war and let my husband end his expedition?

6. The Complete Poems of Qiu Si

1, it's hard to cherish the scenery and convince the other person to be happy. -Bai Juyi, Night of August 15th and Visiting the Moon.

2, the air-cooled ichthyosaurs are silent, and the wheels are high and quiet. Guests from other places are worried about the experience this evening. -"Sending friends to the South Tower on Mid-Autumn Night" is beyond reproach.

The south is a wilderness, because the leaves are falling and the wind from the north makes the water cold. -"Early Cold River is pregnant" Tang Meng Haoran

4. The cold pool reflects Bai Yue, and the autumn rain grows moss. -"The Zen Master of Shuangfeng Temple" Don Liu Changqing

5, sentimental words, frequently make osmanthus empty. -"Looking at the Moon on an Autumn Night" Zhang Jiuling

6, twelve degrees a year, how many hours can you take? -"Singing the Moon" Li Jianshu

7, the night is high, the world looks up. -"Looking at the Moon at the Foot of Junshan Mountain on Mid-Autumn Night" is beyond reproach.

Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi >

You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei in full bloom? -Tang Wang Wei >

The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home-Don Li Bai >

Wang Wei's "I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains" is in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Miss your relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei >

Looking forward to the full moon tonight, I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into-Don Wang Jian >

Everyone feels strange in a foreign language, but they hate the sound of singing birds like an ancient mountain-Don Sikong Tu >

7. Poems about missing loved ones in the cold autumn

September 9th is the Double Ninth Festival in China.

On Wang Wei's Mountain Holiday Missing Shandong Brothers

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother in Shandong.

The dilapidated vegetation has withered, and the autumn scenery has aroused my homesickness. There are few people in the wild temple, and the clouds are separated by water. The sunset clings to the old city, and the clear sound echoes in the empty forest. Southern dynasties, what's left? , today alone in the Yangtze River. Military commander's view of climbing the mountain in autumn in Liu Changqing Temple

The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere. How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see! In his early years, he traveled with the master Liu Tang Zongyuan to see his relatives off.

Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)

Away from home, winter goes and spring comes, and I am eager to get news. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Tang Song Wen Zhi of Crossing Jianghan

Where the sun sails, the horizon breaks people's intestines. -Meng Haoran

Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)

8. Poems about autumn

The poem expressing "Missing in Autumn" is as follows;

Flowers bloom, even this bright fire of love, is there only ashes? -"Untitled East Wind Coming Misty Rain" Li Shangyin

Affectionate but spring moon, it is better to keep people. -"The Sender" Zhang Bi

Let your eyes fill with tears. I wish I could meet you before marriage-Zhang Ji of Yin Jiefu.

4 Tears can be found in the end, words are hard to send, but there are no words-"Send Outside" Chen Duansheng.

If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, is it a matter of time? -Qin Guan's "The Fairy of the Magpie Bridge, the Cloud Pleases People"

1, there are no * * * flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? Ch ū n x and n m ò g ò ng hu ā zh ē ng f ā, y and cùn s and y and c ù n hu ù eager for love, don't compete with Chunhua for glory, because every inch of acacia will be reduced to ashes!

2, affectionate only spring court month, still leaving people. I revisited the old place in my dream. The scene in front of us is so familiar, but things have changed. The old friend has passed away, flowers bloom and fall, and only the hazy moonlight of the spring court hangs over midnight.

3, come back with tears, I wish I could meet you when I was unmarried. HáI jun míng zh Shuāng lèI Chuí, hé né bú xià ng fé ng wé i jià shí finally returned the pearls to him, meaning that since she was married, she should not abandon her husband to adapt to others.

4, tears can be traced, no words are difficult to send. LéI zêng néng gàn zh not ng yǒuǔ, y ǔ y ǔ duná n j ǔ f ǔ nǔ w ú cí Even if the tears are blown dry by the wind, there will still be traces. I have a lot to say, but I don't know what to say when I want to distribute the brochure.

5, if two people have been in love for a long time, it is still a matter of time. Li M: Li gíng ruo Shi zháng shím:ng shí

9. Homesick Poems in Autumn

Thoughts?in?the?Still?of?the?Night

Lipper

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,

Is there frost already? .

Looking up, I found it was moonlight.

I sank again and suddenly remembered home.

Qiu Si.

Ji Zhang

Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,

The writer's book is full of meaning.

I can't talk about it in a hurry

Pedestrians came and opened again.

The pride of Qiu Si fishermen

fan zhongyan

Qiu Lai has different scenery,

Nobody cares about Hengyang goose.

The four sides are connected by sound,

Thousands of miles away,

Long smoke and sunset, isolated city closed.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home.

Ran Yan didn't return to nothing.

There is frost everywhere in Guanqiang,

People don't sleep,

The general was white-haired and in tears.

Watch the moon in the pavilion on the evening of August 15th.

Bai Juyi

On the evening of August 15 last year,

Beside the apricot garden by Qujiang pool.

On the evening of August 15 this year,

In front of Songpu Shatou Water Museum.

Where is Wangxiang in the northwest,

Look at the moon several times in the southeast.

When it was windy yesterday, nobody wanted to.

It's sunny as usual tonight.