Poems and ancient poems about touching.

1. Things are not shallow, so I am moved and ponder. -Du Fu Tang Dynasty's "Sick Horse"

Translation: Although it is a tiny creature, the affection it contains must not be discussed. You really touched me, and I will ponder you wholeheartedly.

2, life and death are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -anonymous pre-Qin "Drumming"

Translation: Life and death come and go, I once told you. Hold your hand and grow old with you.

3. If a relationship lasts for a long time, it's not a long time. -Qin Guan Song Dynasty

Translation: As long as the two love each other till death do us part, why do you want to be very much in love?

4. Long-term love looks like memory, while short-term love looks like infinity. —— Li Bai's Poem of Autumn Wind in the Tang Dynasty

Translation: Forever lovesickness is always a memory, but short-lived lovesickness is endless.

5. It used to be difficult for the sea to touch water, forever amber. —— Yuan Zhen Tang Dynasty's "Five Poems of Leaving Thoughts, Part IV"

Translation: Once you have been to the sea, the water elsewhere is not enough; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan Mountain.

6. Tears drop when I return to the Pearl of Jun, and I hate not meeting you before I get married. -Zhang Ji, Tang Dynasty's "Celebrating Women's Birthday to Dongping Li Sikong's Teacher's Way"

Translation: I returned your double pearls, and my tears streamed down my eyes. It's a pity that I didn't meet you before I got married.

7. and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew. -Li shangyin the Tang dynasty

translation: the shadow of the bright moon in the sea is like a pearl turned into tears.

8, ask the world, what is love, teach life and death? -Yuan Haowen Jin Dynasty's Touch Fish, Yanqiu Ci/Maibeitang

Translation: Oh, my God! Excuse me, everyone in the world, what is love that makes these two flying geese treat each other with life and death?

9. that we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree.. Earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever. -

translation: In the sky, I wish to be a bird of fly with me, and on the earth, I wish to grow branches together. Even if it lasts forever, there will always be an end, but this life and death resentment will never end.

1. and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away. -Li Shangyin Untitled time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted in the Tang Dynasty

Translation: Spring silkworms don't spit out silk until they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes. 2. Poems about moving

When the weather is bad, I will be angry, and I will kill all of them and abandon Yuan Ye. -qu yuan's "national mourning"

gloomy clouds and light rain. -Shi Xiaoyou's

Eye-catching, Dark Clouds, Light Rain and Rainy Rain, moss and mangroves under the stage, and sorrow in the moon is sparse in the rain. -Li Shangyin's End Residence

while the autumn moon is pouring full, on a thousand night-levels among towns and villages. -Dai Shulun's "Guest Night and My Old Friend"

One night, the east wind blew away the sorrow on the pillow. -Zeng Yunyuan's "A Little Red Lip and a Night's East Wind"

When the Yuan River meets Wugang through waves, you will not feel hurt when you see him off. -Wang Changling's "Send Wood to Serve the Imperial Palace"

At that time, I was indifferent to the right person, and the mountains and rivers far know where. -Yan Shu's

On a Tread, Blue Sea Without Waves, in spite of grey grasses, Tartar horses are plump, west of the Hill of Gold, smoke and dust gather and o General of the Chinese troops, start your campaign!. -Cen Can's

-Yan Jidao's

Who asked about the flag pavilion? Wine fights for 1. -He Zhu's it is hard to go Binding Tiger Hands

with their plaintive calls, barbarian wildgeese fly from night to night, and children of the Tartars have many tears to shed. -an old war-song by Li Wei

The water country is frosty at night, and the moon is cold and the mountains are pale. -Xue Tao's seeing friends off

she seems to be fluting, even now, a reed-song of home, filling every soldier's eyes with homesick tears. -Li Wei's "Ancient Meaning"

Being annoyed by flowers when sitting right, going out and laughing. —— Huang Tingjian's "Wang Chongdao sends 5 daffodils"

The cuckoo worships the sorrow and tears again, and the guard is endless. -Huang Zunxian's "Give Ren Liang's Parents the Same Year"

Emperors pay attention to clarity, and people worry about themselves. -Meng Haoran's "Qingming is the Thing" 3. A touching poem < P > People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. Try to ascend the mountain's crest: It dwarfs all peaks under our feet. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart to shine on history. Life as a hero, death as a ghost. Today, people are still cherishing the memory of Xiang Yu, for he refused to live on his life and returned to the east land.

Teenagers listen to the rain songs upstairs, and

red candles are faint.

In the prime of life, listening to the rain in the boat,

the river is wide and the clouds are low,

the broken geese are called the west wind.

Now, listening to the rain monk's residence,

there are stars on my temples.

joys and sorrows are always ruthless,

before the next step, it will drop until dawn.

—— Jie Jiang's Young Mermaid Listening to the Rain

Zi Yan >

the green lady is leisurely in my heart. If I didn't go to meet you, don't you hear from me?

qingqing zipei, I think long. If I never went to see you, can't you take the initiative?

if you are ambitious, you will be embarrassed in the city. One day can't see your face, as if it were as long as March!

autumn wind lyrics Li Bai

The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw is surprised again. It's embarrassing to meet each other on a blind date;

If you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick, but I am lovesick for a long time, and I am lovesick for a short time.

If I had known this, I would have never met you.

Jinse Li Shangyin

I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.

mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew

Meet Li Yu < Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

if you keep cutting, you will lose your mind, which means leaving your sorrow. It's not just a general taste.

Qin Guan, the fairy of Queqiao

The thin clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and the Chinese are far away from darkness. When the golden wind and high curative value meet, they will win, but there are countless people in the world.

tenderness is like water, ritual is like a dream, and you can bear to take care of the magpie bridge and return home. If the two feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night

Yulinling Liuyong

chilling. It's late for the pavilion, and the shower begins to rest. There is no mood in all the accounts, and I miss the place and Lanzhou to urge me to send it.

Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked. Thinking about it, thousands of miles of smoke, the twilight is heavy and chutiankuo.

Affection hurts parting since ancient times. What's more, it's a cold autumn festival. Where do you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

this past year should be a good time and a good scene in name only. There are thousands of customs, and who to talk to.

a prune, Li Qingzhao

The fragrant lotus root can last forever. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book in the cloud? When the word geese returns, the moon is full of the West Building.

Flowers drift from place to place, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There's nothing I can do to get rid of this feeling, so I frowned, but I was worried about Cheng Gai, the tallest building in my heart, and I was ashamed. Remember for a long time and swim by the shoulder. The skirt is covered with stockings and peach blossoms, and the thin shirt is lightly fanned by the apricot blossom building. A few trips, a few drunks, and a few stays.

unexpectedly, the spring breeze has broken. Unexpectedly, the clouds also dispersed. Old days are easy, but hate is hard to pay. The bee doesn't understand people's sufferings, while the swallow doesn't understand people's worries. Old feelings will never go away. 4. Touching Poems

Touching Poems

A journey from Sauvignon Blanc to Nalanxingde

A journey from the mountain, a journey from the water, and a trip to the Yuguan River, with thousands of lights at night.

when the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of breaking the hometown fails, so there is no such sound in my hometown.

It means that the soldiers went to Shanhaiguan without stopping. The night is already deep, and lights are lit in thousands of tents. It's windy and snowing outside, which wakes up the soldiers in their sleep and reminds them of their hometown. How warm and quiet the hometown is, how can there be such a noisy sound of howling wind and dancing snowflakes?

on February 15th, the 21st year of Qing emperor Kangxi, Kangxi went out to visit Guandong to pay homage to the ancestral tomb in Fengtian because of the pacification of Yunnan. Nalan followed Emperor Kangxi to pay homage to Yong Ling, Fu Ling and Zhao Ling, and left Shanhaiguan on the 23rd. The cold weather triggered Nalan's yearning for the home in Jingshi, and he wrote this word.

Nalan Xingde (January 19th, 1655-July 1st, 1685, December 12th, 11th year of Qing Shunzhi-May 3th, 24th year of Kangxi), a native of Zhenghuangqi, Manchuria, was a political figure, poet and scholar in Qing Dynasty. Nalan's surname, Rong Ruo, is a native of Shuishui and Lengga Mountain. The rooms are called Tongzhitang, Lushui Pavilion, Coral Pavilion, Yuanyang Pavilion and Embroidered Buddha Zhai. Formerly known as Nalan Chengde, it was renamed Nalan Xingde to avoid the taboo of the prince "Bao Cheng" at that time. A year later, the prince changed his name to Yin Yong, so he changed back to Chengde. Born in the eleventh year of Shunzhi, he died in the twenty-fourth year of Kangxi at the age of thirty-one. In 1676 (the fifteenth year of Kangxi), he was a scholar, and he was elected as a third-class bodyguard, seeking promotion to the first class. He is the author of Tong Zhi Tang Ji, and his ci works first included an episode of Side Hat, which was later supplemented as Drinking Water Ci. Later generations' collection is called Nalan Ci, and there are about 35 poems today. He also compiled with Gu Zhenguan a selection of "The First Collection of Modern Ci", which was a famous book for the selection of literati ci in the early Qing Dynasty. Nalan Xingde is sensitive and sentimental, and does not belong to noble children. The style of ci poetry is sincere and natural, and it is mournful and beautiful, and the mourning work is especially called unique tune. Xiang has the reputation of being the first poet in Manchuria and is one of the great poets in Qing Dynasty.

a butterfly loves a flower.

Hard work is the most pity for the sky and the moon. One night is like a ring, and the evening is a decision. If the moon is bright at last, I will not hesitate to be hot with snow and ice.

it's easy to die without that dust, but the swallow remains, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, the sorrow has not stopped, and the spring cluster recognizes the amphibious butterfly

Mulan Ci Nalan Xingde

If life is just like the first time, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind? It's easy to change when you are idle, but it's easy to change when you are old.

If you stop talking in Lishan, you won't complain when the bell rings in tears. What is it like to be lucky and lucky, and to be more than a branch in the same day?

Huanxisha Nalan Xingde

Who cares about the west wind and is cool alone, and the rustling yellow leaves close the window and meditate on the past to set the setting sun.

It was only normal at that time that Mo Jing-chun, who was drunk, slept heavily and gambled away the fragrance of tea.

Jinse

Don Li Shangyin

I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth.

the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.

mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.

and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew. 5. With regard to moving poems, are there any

modern poems of ancient poems

When I entered the rainy season,

my mother just passed by.

I gave my mother half an umbrella to shelter my children from the wind and rain,

my mother pushed it to me again,

children under the umbrella,

mother outside the umbrella.

Rain is no longer rain.

It's a happy tear sent by God to the world.

Days are like walking on a road with frequent storms,

Mother is at the forefront.

Give some umbrellas for children to shelter from the storms,

Mother pushed them to me,

Children under umbrellas,

Mother outside umbrellas.

Rain is no longer rain,

I love you

I will always be your little child

I will always need the caress of your palm

Dear mother, I love you

like the deep affection of a stream to a mountain

I hug you warmly and tightly

I cherish the warmth of spring selflessly

I am a wild goose flying south

with a tender desire like cream in my mouth

. Breath of mountains, air and moisture

In my youth, you carefully designed

every second and every minute of my life

On many bright red days

Write poems on your wrinkled forehead

Pick a bunch of the brightest roses,

Entrust all my dear words to my mother.

Roses are flowers that symbolize love.

No,

They are also flowers that children give to their mothers.

I haven't heard my mother's jokes about my childhood for a long time.

What a pity!

I fell asleep before listening to those paragraphs.

My mother said, silly child,

Mothers never finish what they have to say to their children.

-To the Oak

If I love you-

I will never be like a climbing campbell,

Show off myself with your lofty branches:

If I love you-

I will never be like a spoony bird.

It is not only like a fountain,

It brings cool comfort all the year round;

It's not just like a dangerous peak. It increases your height and sets off your dignity.

even sunlight.

even spring rain.

no, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok near you,

standing with you as the image of a tree.

roots, clinging to the ground,

leaves, touching in the clouds.

Every time the wind blows,

we greet each other,

but no one

understands our words.

You have your copper branches and iron stems,

Like a knife, like a sword,

Like a halberd,

I have my red flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a heroic torch,

We share the cold wave, storm and thunderbolt;

We * * * enjoy the mist and rainbows.

It seems that we are separated forever,

but we are dependent on each other for life.

This is great love.

Here is the loyalty:

Love

Not only your stalwart body, but also your position and your first step.

Ancient Poems

Holding hands with children, carrying the old with them

Ten years of life and death are boundless, and you will never forget it without thinking about it, and it will be a lonely grave for thousands of miles, and there is nowhere to talk about it. Always meet should not know, dusty face, temples such as frost. At night, I dream of returning home suddenly, and Xiao Xuan window is dressing up, caring for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the heartbroken place every year, the moonlit night, short matsuoka.

when did this hate end? Drop empty steps, cold and rainy breaks, and bury flowers. After three years of long dreams, I should wake up after a long dream. The material is also felt, and the world is tasteless. It's not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The hairpin made a promise and abandoned it.

if there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering and who he is leaning against. I turned from the middle of the night to the side, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's argument. When it's over, he'll know himself. I'm afraid both of them are unlucky, and they'll be in the wind again. Clear tears, paper dust. 6. Poems that describe moving feelings

1. Say the length in meaning, and pay attention to the holy feelings for life.

"Giving Clothes at Midday" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's palace clothes are also famous, and the Dragon Boat Festival was honored. The fragrant silk was spun into the fine kudzu vine, and the soft wind was blowing, and the white color was like the new snow.

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