What are the ancient poems about memory?

Year: Tang Author: Liu Changqing

South floating on the sea, Wan Li to Wutai. 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. Travel Notes in Northern Hebei

Year: Tang author:

Looking at my hometown every day, singing Bai Zhu's songs. 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. Jiang Shang Yin Jishan Cui Shaofu Guo Fu

Year: Tang Author: Meng Haoran

The spring embankment is full of willow hair, and it is a period of remembering old people.

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. Crying in the Night

Year: Tang Author: Li Bai

On the edge of Huang Yuncheng, Wu wants to live and cry on the dumb branch.

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.

5. "Listen to the rain on a winter night"

Year: Song Author: Lu You

The eaves are dripping like a harp, so it's strange to hold a pillow to listen.

I remember singing blowing the sea in Jincheng, and I haven't known it for seven years.

6. "You can't trust me"

Year: Song Author: Wang Anshi

The hibiscus flowers are still falling at dusk, and my body is different from Huaning's.

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.

7. "Nian Nujiao? Drunk awake "

Year: Song Author: Zhou Bangyan

When I woke up drunk, I heard a bird singing and the quiet room was silent.

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.

8. "Yong Yule? Long memory of farewell

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

I often recall that when we parted, sitting on the scenic upstairs, Na Yue was as light as 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.

9. "Three Farewells to Brothers-Postscript of Xin and Qiu in February"

Year: Modern Author: Lu Xun

Dreams often rush to their hometown, and they begin to believe that the world is bitter and parting.

Leaning on the bed at midnight, remembering my brother, the residual lamp is like a bean, and the moonlight is like a shadow.

At dusk, the boat stopped at the old nursery, and hedges surrounded the houses and trees.

Looking back on hometown music, when is it more important to raise flowers with urn?

Spring breeze is easy to send off the new year, so you can sail at night in the smoky waves.

What makes the ridge proud of me? The sail top takes too long.

10, Qinyuanchun? Changsha

Year: Modern Author: Mao Zedong

Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island.

You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow.

The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.

Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?

I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years.

Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.

Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year.

Remember, when the midstream hit the water, the waves stopped the speedboat!