Poems expressing yearning for distant relatives

Poems expressing yearning for distant relatives

Lead: I can finally send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang. The following is a poem about missing distant relatives compiled by the internet for you. More sentences are on the internet. Welcome to read!

1, full of sad winter scenery, there are many mangrove temples on a mountain. Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.

2, three spring flowers are early, so flowers must be early. Flowers bloom and fall, and life grows old.

3, Mo Dao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. -Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers"

I can finally send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang. -Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.

5, I miss my tears all night, and I will receive them in the morning. Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.

6. Ah, Xie's youngest daughter, unfortunately married this penniless scholar. You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine. You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves. Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks.

7. It's no problem to cross the gate. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. The grass is on the grass, and the morning light is on the dew. Old habitat and new growth. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?

8. Haze and fog Kosashige, Jiangshan is deep here. In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast. Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops. How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano.

9, mica screen candle shadow is deep, the long river gradually falls. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

10, I know from a distance where my brother climbed, and there is one person missing from the dogwood. -Wang Wei's "Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain"

1 1, go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat. The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone. Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.

12, the dust is full and the curtains are floating, which really makes the darkness miserable. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros. Only hate becomes boring. Fifth, it is still in the morning. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge.

13, I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old now? . There is a better person than me, and God rejected a son. Pan Yue's mourning is still a waste of language. Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are. However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.

14, the spring city is full of flowers, and the cold food is east wind and willows. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.

15, the mountain is a journey, the water is a journey, the body goes to Guan Yu, and the lights are bright at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.

16, I've been extremely sad recently. Who talks more? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love.

17, every spring in a foreign land sad, Du Qu oriole can know. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.

18, now I was wrong at that time, and I feel sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze. Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.

19, when has there ever been such hatred? Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless. Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it. If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on. I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse. When it's over, he'll know himself. I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again. Clear tears, confetti.

On the 20th, Chun Qing only noticed that pears were thin and scattered. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world. Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.

2 1, a corner of the sunset painting on the city mourned, and Shen Yuan's non-pool terrace was revived. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.

22. It's a pity that the curtains are covered with dust. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros. Only hate, become boring, and even remain out of date. Dead poplar leaves are exhausted, and cold rain and west wind hit the bridge.

23. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. -Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjing-Sha Qiu Si"

24. A vagrant heard the drums that foreshadowed the battle, which was the first call of a wild goose on the border 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.

25, jade bone that sorrow fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind. In the sea, I sent the probe into the fragrant bush and hung the green hair upside down. Plain noodles are often too pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup. Remember Xiao Yunkong, don't dream of pear blossoms.

26. The small street in the south of the city meets spring again, and only plum blossoms are not seen; Jade bone has been in spring for a long time, and ink marks are still locked between dust walls.

27. The tiller loves the boat, and the spring grass is green and boundless. Try going to Wumen to see the county outline. There are some new cigarettes in Qingming.

A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left. The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box. Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you. No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.

29, tears are silent, only regret the past, relying on Dan Qing to save knowledge. Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad. Don't be too specific Wake up early in the middle of the night. Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.

30, the festival is sunny and the peaches and plums laugh, and the Noda wasteland is only sad. Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain. It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them. A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.

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