A poem saying that the past cannot be recalled.

1. Poems that don't recall the past (poems that recall the past)

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Poems about not remembering the past (poems recalling the past) 1. Poems recalling the past

Su Shi's Calm Storm

Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely.

Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.

The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time.

Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.

Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy

Teenagers listen to the rain in the song building,

The red candle is weak.

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

The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.

Now listen to the rain monk,

The temple is full of stars.

Sorrow and joy are always ruthless,

Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.

Bai Juyi's Memory of Jiangnan consists of three words:

The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit?

Jiang Nanyi, followed by Wu Gong. Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. Will we meet again sooner or later?

Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.

-"Summer quatrains" Li Qingzhao

Who knows the pain of not going to the border, even if you are killed, you still have a chivalrous fragrance.

-Wang Wei's Youth Travel

Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.

Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.

-"Man Jiang Hong" Yue Fei

Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground!

-"Singing Fishing Music" Xin Qiji

Please go to see the paintings of the founder heroes with pictures. Another scholar was once called the aristocrat of a million families?

-"The Fifth South Garden" Li He

2. What poems or sentences can never return to the past?

1, ten years of life and death are two boundless, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose. -From the Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi recalled the dream on the twentieth day of the first month"

Interpretation of the vernacular: The two died for a lifetime and were isolated for ten years. They miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -From the Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

Interpretation of Vernacular Chinese: Things have changed, the moon is in the sky, and Jiao Ren's tears are pearls. Lantian is sunny and warm, and you can see good jade and good smoke. The feelings of joys, sorrows and sorrows cannot be recalled today, but they have been inadvertently long ago.

3, red crisp hands, yellow wine, spring palace wall willow in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no. Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo! -From the Song Dynasty: Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix Red Crisp Hands

Explain in vernacular Chinese: In your rosy and crisp hands, hold a cup full of yellow wine. Spring is rippling all over the city, but you are as far away as a palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is and how thin the joy is blown. A full glass of wine is like a sad mood, and life after leaving for a few years is very bleak. In retrospect, I can only sigh: wrong, wrong, wrong!

Spring is still bright, but people have lost weight in vain. Tears washed away the carmine on his face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms in Man Chun fall on silent and empty ponds and pavilions. The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!

4, who read the west wind alone cool, rustling yellow leaves close the window, nostalgic for the sunset. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. —— From the Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "Who Read the West Wind and Cool Alone in Huanxisha"

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Who misses the lonely feelings when the autumn wind blows cold? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past. Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want.

5, the dream is broken for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death. -From the Song Dynasty: Lu You's "Shenyuan"

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: It has been more than 40 years since her death, and the willow in Shenyuan is too old to speak. I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.

3. Poetry describing nostalgia

1, verse: On this day last year, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off in red.

From: Cui Hu in the Tang Dynasty, named "South Village of Capital"

Interpretation: Last spring, in this family's home, I saw that beautiful face and peach blossom set each other off, which was particularly rosy.

2. Poetry: A moment that should last forever. Before I knew it, the copy had come and gone.

From: Jinse by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty.

Interpretation: The feelings of joys and sorrows can't be recalled today, but they were unintentional and have long been disappointed.

3. Poetry: Since we left each other and drifted like clouds, ten years passed like running water until we finally got together again.

From: Liang Chuanhe, an old friend of Huaishang/an old friend of Huaishang in the Tang Dynasty.

Interpretation: After parting, it is like a cloud, and the years are like running water, and the ambition is swaying for ten years.

4. Poem: Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, a ten-year lamp in Jianghu.

From: Song Dynasty Huang Tingjian's "Send Yellow Several Times"

Interpretation: In the spring breeze, I saw peaches and plums and drank wine, and the rivers and lakes were down and out. I have been away for ten years, and I often miss you listening to the autumn rain.

5. Poetry: I feel the dream of Yangzhou for ten years and get the name of a brothel.

From: Farewell by Du Mu in Tang Dynasty

Interpretation: Yangzhou has been a dissolute dream for ten years. When I woke up, I got a fickle reputation among prostitutes.

4. Think of past poems

Jing Tian Sha

Ma Zhiyuan, Qiu Si

Gu Teng's old trees are humming faintly,

Small bridges and flowing water,

The ancient road and the west wind are thin.

The sun went down,

Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Shanpo sheep

Tongguan Huaiguzhang

The mountains are like clusters,

Waves are like anger,

Tongguan road, mountains and rivers inside and outside.

Look west,

I hesitated.

Sad Qin and Han dynasties, ten thousand palaces have been made of earth.

Xing, the people suffer;

Death, people suffer!

Lihe Yanmen Taishouhang

Dark clouds push the city, and light scatters the sun.

In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night.

The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy.

It's great to offer you gold. I'll take Yulong to die for you.

A song "Snow White" sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.

Spread out like a bead curtain, wet curtains, a fur coat feels cold, and a cotton pad is as thin as a cicada.

The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.

The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.

In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.

Then, the tomb snowed under the Yuanmen, and our frozen red flag could not fly in the wind.

We watched him walk eastward through the gate of the wheel tower, and the sky was covered with snow.

I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

Poetry about memory 1. Poems about memory

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Print preview memory like a pen.

There are no colors, only clear fonts.

As time goes on, it becomes more and more gloomy.

Collected in a diary with no ending

Memories are like a song

Forget the lyrics, but hum the melody.

It can't be washed out or recorded.

Free access to my old age.

Neighbors' memories are sad.

Remember that friends are reminders.

The speed of memory is suspended.

The direction of memory is the stars.

The taste of memory is doubt.

The volume of memory is the peace of mind.

The light of memory is sunshine.

Tears of memory are rain.

The backpack of memory is now.

The price of memory is getting older and older.

The quilt of memories is you.

Where is the safe of memory?

over there

It's raining.

2. What are the poems about recalling the past?

1, "Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha" Qing: Nalanxingde.

Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.

It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.

The autumn wind blows cold, who misses that lonely feeling? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past. Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want.

2. Song Xueli Dynasty in Qingping Music Year: Li Qingzhao

When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I often indulged in the enthusiasm of plums. Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes.

I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.

When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I was often addicted to the interest in plum blossom. Later, although Mei Zhi had it, she was not in a good mood to enjoy it. She just wiped it casually, but tears flowed all over her clothes.

When the plum blossom bloomed again this year, I lived alone in a very remote place, and my short and thin hair in my ears had turned gray. Looking at the blooming plum blossom blowing in the wind that night, it is probably hard to see its splendor.

3. Upper Ruzhou County Tower/Upper Ruzhou Tower

Tang Dynasty: Li Yi

At dusk, drums are like a border state. I went to this building thirty years ago.

Today, the mountain city is sad not only for autumn, but also for tears.

Climbing the Ruzhou Tower, I watched the dim dusk scenery in front of me, as if I were in a frontier fortress, and the familiar drums sounded in my ears. It was thirty years ago that I first climbed the tower.

I think that the war has not been extinguished and the country is devastated; Full of melancholy is not only because of this bleak autumn!

4. Song Shenyuan's Two Poems: Lu You

On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the non-pool platform in the garden is revived.

Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.

The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.

This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.

The horn painting on the wall seems to be wailing, and Shen Garden is no longer the original pool pavilion.

The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful shadow floating here like a rainbow.

It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to talk about.

I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.

5. Brother Deng Yexiao of Linjiang County recalled his old tour in Luo Zhong.

Song: Chen

I remember drinking on the bridge at noon yesterday, and most of the people sitting inside were Hao Ying. Long ditch Ryutsuki was silent. In the thin shadow of apricot flowers, I played the flute until dawn.

It has been like a dream for more than twenty years, although I am shocked. Go to the pavilion to see the new sunshine. How many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third.

I remember drinking in Wuqiao, and everyone present was a hero. Moonlight reflected on the river, quietly passed away with the water, and in the faint shadow of apricot flowers, bamboo flutes blew until dawn.

Twenty years seems like a spring dream. Although I am here, I look back with trepidation. Bored, I boarded the attic to watch the new rain. Throughout the ages, many historical stories have made fishermen sing in the middle of the night.

3. What are the poems about "reminiscence"?

Jinse in Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin, I wonder why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. "Pinling" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji took the road all the way.

Brother and Jinling will go again. West wind and yellow leaves, light smoke and hay, flat sand will be dusk.

Looking back at the high city, one step away. Riverside Pearl Lake.

Endure memories and sharing. There are many worries about how to ban the mountain pavilion tonight.

Hard towel with a few lines of tears. "Feeling Autumn" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu's red note was sealed and torn down.

This increases memory. Let Yi come to see me, and don't come here to sell incense.

Waves and mountains overlap, and it is difficult to balance. Leaning against a dangerous building, ruthless grass grows into the sky.

"Feelings" in the Tang Dynasty: tolerance stays in the heart, and I don't feel far away, so I go to reminisce. How long will you rest?

Qingshan road in front of the door, I can't go back. Xiao Meng clouds and moonlight, autumn blue glow.

"Langtaosha (Peach Blossom)" Song: Zhao's peach blossom calyx happens to be. At the beginning of spring.

I was fascinated by the steaming clouds. There are countless branches slanting out of the swamp, and it is late to cut makeup.

The towns of bees and butterflies are interdependent. The weather is pleasant.

Confucianism recalls Wuling River. Pieces of Shui Piao go, the wind is warm and the smoke falls.

4. Poems expressing nostalgia

At that time, I don't know how many tears I shed. Until today, bamboo is still scarred.

-"The Second Princess Temple" When Gao Pian looked back at the past with the fastest speed, it was heartbreaking to recall. -"Miscellaneous Poem No.3" Tao Yuanming sat alone thinking about the past, with tears in his eyes.

-"Wonderful Temple of Silence" Chen Mi is like an arrow now, unlike a water boat when it comes. -"Ten Songs of Eulogizing Wuyi" Xin Qiji was * * * I was enjoying flowers at that time, but now there are no flowers.

-"Magnolia" Yan Shu seems to be a trilogy of a general at that time, wandering in the desert. -"Desolate Offender" Jiang Kui still remembers the days when we joined hands, but now the water is far away and the mountains are long.

No, Lacrimosa. Old love and new dreams, I think at leisure.

-"Linjiang Xian" Xin Qiji adjusted the treasure and dialed the gold. At that time, they sang partridge words together.

-"Partridge Day" Zhou Zizhi focused on the past and was full of worries. I miss my old country and feel empty.

-"Man Jiang Hong" Sadulla is not as good as before, and it will not be good today. "Looking for Spring in Dongcheng"-Bai Juyi had 400,000 horses at that time, and Zhang Gong lamented that the materials were exhausted.

-"The Song of Eternal Riding a title of generals in ancient times" Du Fu remembers that the first song sung by Jin Luan, the country and the people are strong in the spring breeze, and now it is a thin old world. -"Linjiang Fairy" Ouyang Xiu said that it must mean fun, and it will not rest until dawn.

-"Four Miscellaneous Songs, Children's Travel" Ling Huchu was the Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty at that time, and the book was reported to the Peach Blossom Garden. -"The Immortal" Li He was drunk at that time and didn't find it difficult to go.

-"On the Way to the Girder" Wang Changling's bridal chamber recorded the first meeting, and then only met for a long time. -"Day and Night Music" Liu Yong has been home for forty years, with mountains and rivers of 3,000 miles.

How many times did you know each other because of a fight? -"Broken Array" What Li Yu's feelings can remember has come and gone, unconsciously. -"Jinse" Li Shangyin said that he would be happy and would not rest until dawn.

-"Four Miscellaneous Songs and Young Travels" made Hu Chu worse than before, but not now. Seeking spring in Dongcheng-Bai Juyi.

5. Poems about memories

1, "Who reads the west wind and is cool alone in Huanxisha" Qing: Nalanxingde who reads the west wind and is cool alone, Sasha Vujacic closes the window and misses the ancient sunset.

It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. The autumn wind blows cold, who misses that lonely feeling? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past.

Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want. 2. Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao often gets drunk with plum blossoms in the snow every year.

Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes. I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin.

Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous. When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I was often addicted to the interest in plum blossom.

Later, although Mei Zhi had it, she was not in a good mood to enjoy it. She just wiped it casually, but tears flowed all over her clothes. When the plum blossom bloomed again this year, I lived alone in a very remote place, and my short and thin hair in my ears had turned gray.

Looking at the blooming plum blossom blowing in the wind that night, it is probably hard to see its splendor. 3. Five generations of "stepping on the six songs and leaning on the green trees": the six songs are leaning on the green trees, and the willow wind is light and golden.

Who moved the cymbals and Zheng to the jade column and flew over the curtain and Haiyan? Eyes full of gossamer catkins, when red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while.

When you sleep, you will talk nonsense, be in shock and have a good dream. In the shade, unique and quiet buildings stand quietly alone, and the winding railings are close to the green trees, which set each other off.

The spring breeze is warm and gentle, and the yellow-green willows are swaying in the wind. The spring is beautiful, the sky is clear in Wan Li, the hairspring is curling, and catkins are flying. This is already the scene of late spring. Just as the apricot blossoms were in full bloom and delicate and charming, it began to rain lightly.

In such a deep relationship, she couldn't help falling asleep. While sleeping soundly, she was awakened by the crisp sound of warblers outside the window, and her dream was nowhere to be found. 4. "Two Poems of Shenyuan" Song Dynasty: A corner of the sunset painting on Luyou City is sad, and the Shenyuan is not revived by the pool platform, and the spring waves under the sad bridge are green. It used to be a stunning photo.

The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.

The horn painting on the wall seems to be wailing, and Shen Garden is no longer the original pool pavilion. The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful shadow floating here like a rainbow.

It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to talk about. I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.

In Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji raised the flag at the age of seven and suddenly rode across the river. Yan 62616964757A 68696416FE58685E5AEB9313336303164 Night soldiers hit the silver beard, and Han arrows flew to the golden servant.

Recalling the past and lamenting myself today, the spring breeze can't dye my white beard black. I think these tens of thousands of words can pacify Jin's strategy and exchange people from the east for the book of trees.

When I was young, I crossed the Yangtze River with more than 10,000 soldiers and elite cavalry. Jin's soldiers prepared rocket launchers at night, but our Han army fired an arrow named Jinpu Valley at the enemy in the early morning.

Recalling the past and sighing about myself now, spring breeze can't dye my white beard black. I think we should change the tens of thousands of words' strategy of pacifying Jin people into a book of planting trees with orientals.

6. What are the ancient poems about "memory"?

Sentence about "memory": 1. After such a long separation, I looked back. Where did I come from?

-Don Liu Changqing's poem "Happy Li Han": South floats on the sea, and Wan Li walks five stations. I can't remember my face after such a long separation.

Spring breeze urges guests to get drunk, and Jiangyue opens to people. Envy is unrestrained, but Sha Ou never guesses.

2, eager to give away, miss other families. —— Zhang Tang's poem Lu Si in the North of Hebei Province: Looking at my hometown every day, singing empty words.

I remember when I left home because I gave it away. When you are frustrated, you talk alone, and when you are sad, only you know.

Outside the guest pavilion, the willow turns south. 3, spring embankment willow hair, remembering old friends.

-Tang Meng's poem "On the River, A Message to Cui Shaofu and Guo Fu": On the embankment of Yang Zaichun, reminiscing about the past. Plants have no intention, but they have their own time.

The mountains are far and near, and the rivers are lovesick. Not as good as Lanting club, empty songs and poems.

4, stop shuttling and think of people far away, and stay in the lonely room with tears. -Tang Li Bai's poem "Night Cry": Huang Yuncheng wants to live in the sky and fly to the dumb branches to cry.

In the machine, Jin Qinchuan is female, and the blue yarn is like smoke. Stop shuttling and think of people far away, and stay alone in a lonely room with tears.

I remember singing Blowing the Sea in Jincheng, and I didn't know it for seven years. -Song Luyou's poem "Listening to the Rain on a Winter Night": The eaves are dripping like a piano, and the pillow is quiet.

I remember singing blowing the sea in Jincheng, and I haven't known it for seven years. 6. lament the present, remember the past and re-enter the door.

-Hua Songyue's poem "Man Jiang Hong": lazy to take the crown, only partial to the belt, a cypress tree. Remember to tie the finger ribbon, or 62616964757a68696416fe4b893e5b19E3133363393737.

Worry becomes a frown, sweat condenses the peach face and rouge is wet. Thin jade, cover up the ancient name, guess who knows.

It's better to have nothing than a fallen bottle. The alliance has been lost, and it is difficult to become a horse.

Read the pavilion and paint the northeast of the building. Candle shadows burn butterfly dreams and wrinkle Yuanyang wings.

Sigh the present, haggard and recall the past, and re-classify. 7. Recalling all the teenagers I met in the past, two kinds of feelings do not allow who is the first.

-Wang Song's Anshi poem "Nan Jun Tuo": The hibiscus flowers are still falling at dusk, and my body is different from Huaning. Looking back, we all met teenagers, but we didn't agree who was the first.

I feel that you are preparing for a rainy day, and it is difficult to be a good family when you are a monarch. Personnel can be known repeatedly, and rumors can be heard instantly.

I was even more ashamed when I got married, but now I realize that you can't trust me. You can't trust me, and I won't forget our previous agreement.

8. Nai has been demolished, and Yaotai is under the moon, looking back frequently. -Song Zhou Bangyan's poem "Nian Nujiao": When the drunken soul first wakes up, it is silent to hear a bird singing.

At the dawn, there are all beautiful sunny days in front of us. The most precious thing is fragrant plum, and cold ling steals flowers to drain spring news.

The pond is full of grass, which is also beautiful and inspiring. Miss the past days, Fang Fei, Peach Blossom Lane, just like meeting for the first time.

Time flies, because I am used to it, I am looking for rain clouds. Nai has been demolished, Yao Tai is under the moon, looking back and thinking hard.

Worry and hate, everything is in the chest. 9. Remember goodbye for a long time. The scenery upstairs is sparse and the moonlight is like water.

-Su Songshi's poem "I can't meet music": When I remember goodbye for a long time, the scenery upstairs is sparse and the moon is like water. Drinking wine and singing, but friends are hard to stay, only the moonlight will accompany you thousands of miles away.

If you don't come back three times, you will be lonely and full, and whoever is drunk will be cold. Rolling bead curtain, sad to look at the shadow, * * * I have no sleep.

At present, there are guests from Huai, who can tell you the profound meaning. Your lovesickness thunder flows into the clear Huaihe River and into the sea.

Where is it now? The western wall is forbidden, and the night is always exposed. This, cloister Xiao Yue should also know by heart.

10, people who are passionate about the road, come to meet and know each other. -Song Liu Yong's poem "Man Jiang Hong": Visiting the rain to find clouds is nothing more than a strange look.

There is something in it, which is naive, beautiful and natural. Evil hair looks like a happy face, which is a pity in retrospect.

After parting, bitterness and idleness accumulate. No information.

Dreams are broken and hard to find. No matter how hard you think, how can you rest?

Who has feelings, there is a guide, come to meet and remember each other. It won't work. Just throw it away like today.

1 1, recalling hometown music with disappointment, when is it more important to raise flowers with urn? -Lu Xun's poem "Don't Brothers": The sun sets, the boat stops at the old nursery, and the hedge surrounds the house trees. Looking back on hometown music, when is it more important to raise flowers with urn? The famous saying about "memory": 1. On this long road, I walked through Yangguan Avenue and the small wooden bridge.

Along the way, there are deep mountains and osawa, as well as pleasant flat slopes; There are apricot flowers, spring rain and autumn wind in Saibei; There are mountains and rivers and dark flowers; There is a way back, and there is also a rescue. The road is too long, the time is too long, there are too many shadows, and the memories are too heavy.

-Ji Xianlin's "Eighty Thoughts" 2. When you think about the changing future or recall the past, please don't forget to look back at your side, because I will always be there with all my love. "What if you are my student?" 3. Whose youth is not lacking? Didn't miss it? Some can make up for it, and some are too late.

It doesn't matter if you are late and leave early. Every beautiful moment will have an end, and memories will have a barren day, as long as you are always there. Zhang Xiaoxian IV. Live in memory, for he can't come back.

Notes on Grave Robbery 5. Since the future won't give us the chance to meet, we will only meet again in memory. Memory is a very tiring thing, just like how to lie down when you are insomnia. 7. The deepest place, where all the memories have been erased.

When everything outside is still intact and life continues in a happy and ordinary way, there is still an infinitely quiet place. Like staying at the end of the whole universe, time and memory blend and solidify together.

You can also hear the most complete and lonely voice. -Lolo "Those warm and beautiful things in life" 8. She left nothing behind, leaving a shadow of memories in my life.

-Xiyin Mai's "pre-degree" 9. When we need each other, we are not with each other. Even if one day you don't know me, the days we lived together will always leave a good memory in my life. I know I'm not his favorite, but I just want to remind him of me. -Xiyin Mai's "Once upon a time" 10 He left, leaving nothing but the shadow of memories.

When a person is injured, he will always think of the past that he can't go back. I think the longer we spend together, the more we can dilute our memories. As a result, I found that I was wrong.

This can only remind me of more past events-Xiyin Mai's "pre-degree".