Ancient poems expressing nostalgia

1. Ancient poems about emotional nostalgia

Ancient poems about emotional nostalgia 1. Ancient poems about missing feelings

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

If two people have a long-term relationship, are they still in court?

-Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge"

If you don't miss your life, you will miss it and it will hurt you.

-Xu Yuan Jayce's Moon Song Chun Qing.

Family ties have been idle since ancient times, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up.

-green; Shi Qing's "Yi Xi Ti"

Endless acacia tears cast red beans, endless spring flowers bloom all over the building.

-A Dream of Red Mansions by Cao Xueqin

Acacia says acacia, and Shiro hates Mandy.

-Republic of China: Liang Qichao

Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless and choked up.

Love hurts and leaves since ancient times.

After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.

Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? !

-Liu Yong's Lin Yuling

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.

One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure worries.

I can't get rid of this feeling, just frown and take it to heart.

Looking around, lonely and sad.

This time, what a sad sentence?

-Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice

Go to the west wing without saying a word. The moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

Keep cutting. Reason is still confused. It's sadness. The in the mind is not the general taste.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

-Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, the lights were dim.

-Xin Qiji's "Qingyun Case * Yuanxi"

Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers!

-Don Du Qiuniang's "The Witch"

A stick of incense and a stick of incense are heartbroken in vain.

-Li Bai's "Qingpingdiao II"

I don't regret that my belt has widened, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

-Song; Liu Yong's "Fengqitong"

The past is empty and still like a dream.

-Li Yu's "Midnight Song * How Can You Avoid the Sorrow and Hate of Life"

Know what I mean, pity you, you must ask for it!

-Li Yu's "More Leakage"

The willow shoots on the moon, people about after dusk.

-Zhu's "Camellia"

Be there or be square, love seems heartless.

-Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"

When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia.

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We can't be like a pair of phoenixes, fly with me.

However, I felt the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.

-Don; Untitled Li Shangyin

Life has been infatuated since ancient times, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance.

-Song; Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House"

2. Ancient poems about love and lovesickness

First, the Tang Dynasty Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string 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.

Translation:

Why do exquisite musical instruments have fifty strings, each of which reminds me of my youth?

Zhuang Zhou danced in his sleep and turned into a butterfly, hoping that the emperor would entrust his hatred to Du Fu.

The moon, the sea and Jiao Ren shed tears, and the jade in Lantian can only turn into smoke when it is warm.

Why do you want to recall this scene at this time, just because my heart was just at a loss at that time.

Second, the Song Dynasty Qin Guan's "Que Qiao Xian"

The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.

Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?

Translation:

Thin clouds are changing exquisite patterns, and flying meteors convey meticulous regrets. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl were silent and crossed the long Han Yin. Although the encounter in the autumn wind and the white dew is short-lived, it is better than countless ordinary days and nights on earth.

Tender feelings are as continuous as running water, and the day of reunion is as ethereal as a dream. How can you bear to look back at your way home on the magpie bridge? As long as two hearts love each other forever, why must we be together every day!

Three, three, five, seven words of Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

Autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright,

The fallen leaves are still scattered, and the west Western jackdaw is shocked.

The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. At this point, the night is awkward.

Translation:

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, on such a night, the dream of lovesickness is hard to come true.

Fourth, Zhang Ji's Yin Jiefu in the Tang Dynasty

You know I have a husband and you want to give me a pair of pearls.

I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt.

My home is connected with the imperial garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd.

Although I know you are sincere to Lang Lang, I have vowed to share my life and death with my husband.

Tears are almost in my eyes, so why not meet each other when I am unmarried?

Translation:

You know I have a husband, but you still want to give me a pair of pearls.

I thank you for your affection for me and for tying pearls on my red shirt.

My tall building is connected to the Royal Garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd.

Although I know you are sincere and open-minded, I have vowed to live and die with my husband.

I cried when I returned your double beads. I regret not meeting you before I got married.

V. Wu Fengqi by Liu Yong in Song Dynasty.

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.

I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

Translation:

I am standing on a tall building, and the soft spring breeze is blowing head-on, and the sky is filled with endless worries and gloom. The setting sun is slanting and the grass is misty. Who can understand my mind silently leaning against the railing?

I want to indulge myself and get drunk. When I raise a glass in a song, I feel that I am reluctant to play but have no interest. I'm getting thinner and thinner, and I don't regret it. I'd rather languish for you.

3. Poems about sadness and missing

Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng.

I'm looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know who will land in Qiu Si! Thinking about Li Bai at night, the foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border. 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.

Looking at the moon, I think of a distant moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is now at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Under the autumn night and moon, Meng Haoran hangs in the autumn sky, and Guanghua is wet.

The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.

What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand. The moon has how bright, and the moon has how bright. Take care of my bed.

Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes. Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early.

Who should you sue when you leave home alone? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes. When does Su Shi, the head of water diversion, have a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine.

I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home in the wind, lest it be too cold on the roof.

Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.

There should be no hate, and nothing can be done. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.

I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. Nian Nujiao. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, osmanthus blossoms in Wen Zhiming, and the jade color floats. In the first month, the streets are full of flowers, and the night is as cold as washing.

The wind is full of eyebrows and cold, and people are in the Crystal Palace. The dragon is dying, and the view is awkward and ethereal.

First frost is everywhere. I want to fly over the colorful clouds. I remember last evening, wine kiosks and light moon clouds came and went.

Qiu Guang, thousands of miles away, did it in the blink of an eye yesterday. The bluebird comes from the west, and Chang 'e reports my courtesy.

Send a message, don't be afraid of Shen Zui.

4. Love and yearning poetry

Pruning plum (Li Qingzhao)

Red lotus root is fragrant and jade is lingering in autumn. I can untie Luo Shang and go to the Dutch boat alone.

Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Hold your hand and grow old together.

Mountains have trees, and trees have branches.

My heart lives for yours.

Guan Guan Luo Gui, in Hezhou.

My Fair Lady is a gentleman.

Since ancient times, I have been affectionate and hate-free, but this endless sadness is endless.

Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.

Fight the yellow birds. All their music comes from trees. I had a dream last night that she went to Liaoxi camp to be with him.

Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.

I haven't seen you all day, Sanqiu. The Book of Songs

I miss you like a full moon, and the brightness is decreasing every night. -Zhang Jiuling

When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia-Yan Shu.

Acacia * * flowers compete for hair, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? . -Li Shangyin

I want to weave acacia flowers and send them far away, but I miss each other all day long. -Li Shangyin

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -Liu Yong

Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. -Li Qingzhao

5. Ancient poems about emotions

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection, No.4.

Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. -Li Bai's Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.

How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night

After all, the world is just a small place. -"Farewell to Du Shu"

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. -Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. -Wang Wei's March on the Fortress

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. -Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.

Gao Che Li Fu is the capital, and you are brilliant, and you are haggard. -Du Fu's "Two Dreams of Li Bai, Part Two"

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! -Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn"

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. -Li Shangyin's Leyuan Scenic Area

6. Love poems or sentences

I still remember the courtship and romance, and the soft words in my ears were affectionate.

It is easy to leave once. My heart is still like fire, your will is like ice.

In strangers, the color of spring breeze and willow, when I was young, I was green. Nowadays, thinness is declining.

The fate of this life has been mistaken. In the next life, the love poem in the ruthless book of songs: Guan Ju (Nan Zhou in The Book of Songs) Guan Ju dove, in Hezhou. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.

Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her.

If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again.

Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple.

Pull shepherd's purse from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her.

Jia Jian (The Book of Songs Qin Feng) Jia Jian is pale and frost for thousands of years. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.

Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long; Swim back from it, in the middle of the water After a long time, the Millennium is not clear.

The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Tracing back and forth from it, the road is blocked and broken.

Swim back from the inside and swim in the water. Jia Cai, peace and prosperity have not passed.

The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Go back and follow, the road is blocked and turn right.

Swim back from the inside and swim in the water. Shan Gui (The Book of Songs and Nine Songs) If someone is a mountain, he will be led by Xue Lixi; Laughing is awkward and decent, and children are eager to be kind and gentle; Take the red leopard from the text, and the Xinyi car will be noble; Being brought to Du Heng by Shi Lan Xi, I lost my mind; The rest of the place can't see the sky, and the road can't be immune; Table independence and Yamanoe, cloud full capacity; It's dark, foggy, the east wind is falling, and the gods are raining; Stay in practice and forget to return. At the age of 20, you are embarrassed and grateful. Take three shows in the mountains, and the stone is Ge Manman; Complaining that my son forgot to return it, you think I can't be idle; People in the mountains are fragrant with Du Ruoxiang and drink pine and cypress in Yanquan; You think I am suspicious; Thunder fills the rain, and the mouth of the cave rings at night; The wind is rustling and the wood is rustling. I miss my son and I am worried.

The poems of Han Yuefu are evil (Han Yuefu folk songs)! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you! Peacock flies southeast (I don't need to say this, it is in middle school textbooks, and it is the longest love poem in ancient China). Looking at the moon in Tang poetry, I think of a distant moon (Zhang Tang Jiuling). At this time, it is full moon at sea, and the horizon is * * *. It brings a separated heart and long-term consideration at night. Although I blew out the candle, it was not dark. Although I put on my coat, it was not warm. I can't bear to give it myself, and I still have dreams. Spring moonlit (Tang) spring tide is flat at sea level, and the bright moon is born on the sea.

I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the anvil refers to it. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees. Zhuzhici (Yuxi, Liu Tang) Yangliuqing Jiang Shuiping, listening to the songs on the Langjiang River.

Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny. Jinse (Don Li Shangyin) I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which has a flower-like interval. In daydreaming, Saint Zhuangzi was bewitched by butterflies, and the emperor's spring heart cried in the cuckoo. Mermaids cried their pearl-like tears in the moon-like green ocean, and the blue fields breathed their jade in the sun. The moment that should last forever came and went unconsciously. Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin) ended with empty words, and the moonlit building was at five o'clock. Dreams are far away and it's hard to cry, and books are pushed into ink. Blue burns your candle in its kingfisher-feather lantern, musk embroidered hibiscus micro. Liu Lang already hates Pengshan. And you're on the other side, 10 thousand peaks away Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin) I have known her for a long time, and we have been apart for a long time. The east wind rises, the flowers bloom, and the silkworm dies. Every night, the candle cries and the wick changes, but I dare to sing at night and the moonlight is cold. There are not many roads to go in Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin) Last night, the wind was windy, and Guitang East was on the west side of the painting building. Without Cai Feng's wings, the heart is in harmony. Spring wine is sent to the hook every other seat, and the candle is covered with wax.

Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Another poem is worth mentioning: Song of Eternal Sorrow, a long narrative poem written by Bai Juyi, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, describes the love story between Tang Huangming and Yang Guifei.

Word: Ying Huan (Li Yu of Southern Tang Dynasty) has nothing to say but go to the west building alone, and the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.

The waves of sand make the rain outside the curtain gurgle and the spring fades away. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.

I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day. Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away.

Running water is gone, and spring is gone. Wu Ye Tiao (Southern Tang Li Yu) thanked Chunhong and was anxious. The cold rain came early and the wind came late.

Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

Queqiaoxian (Guan) skillfully uses thin clouds, flying stars spread grievances, and silver and Korea are dark. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.

Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?

Yu Linling (Song) is chilling and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.

All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. Love hurts and leaves since ancient times.

What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

Feng (Song) leans against the dangerous house. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark.

In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently?

I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless.

I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.

Jade case Yuan () Thousands of trees are blooming in the east wind night, and there are many stars. BMW carved cars are full of incense.

Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.

Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

The willows in the west of Jiangchengzi (Guan) are soft in spring. Stay away from troubles.

Tears can't be collected. I still remember my feelings. I once went back to the boat for the department.

In the days of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water flowed in vain.

7. Poetry expressing nostalgia

1. It's nothing to go to the West Building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.

Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.

2.

Red crisp hands, yellow wine. Willow trees on the palace wall in spring 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 as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Momomo.

3. The world is thin and human feelings are evil. Rain and flowers are easy to fall at dusk, the breeze is dry, and the tears are residual. Want to worry. Monolingual oblique hole is difficult, difficult, difficult.

People become different. Today is not yesterday. A sick soul tastes like a thousand miles. The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy. Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide.

4. When is the spring flower and autumn moon? What do you know about the past! The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much worry can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.