Bai Juyi's amnesia poems

1. What are the poems about "I want to lose my memory"? 1. A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.

_ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's "Jinse" 2. Flying freely is as light as a dream, and the drizzle is as fine as sorrow. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's "Huanxisha Momo Qinghanlou" 3. Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor.

Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words.

_ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave, the Middle Wall of Shuboshan Road" 4. Time just reminds people that they are old, don't trust their family, and hate that they can't stay away from the pavilion for a long time and wake up with tears. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's Mulberry Picking, Time Only Makes People Old 5. A leaf and the sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of the dream.

_ _ _ _ Xu Zaisi's Water Fairy Night Rain 6. People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. _ _ _ _ Cui Hu's "South Village of Beijing" 7. Thin shadows are shallow, and the evening is fragrant.

_ _ _ _ Lin Bu's Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden (I) 8. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more sad to raise our glasses. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Song of Shu Yun/Accompanying Yu Shuhua to Climb the Building" 9. Return your tears, hate when you don't meet and don't marry.

_ _ _ _ Zhang Ji's Ode to a Daughter to Dongping Lishi Island 10. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. _ _ _ _ When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon by Li Yu 1 1. Every night's dream suddenly comes home.

The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up.

Looking after each other without words, there are only a thousand lines of tears _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Recalling Dreams on the 20th of the First Month of Jiang" 12. Lying on the beach drunk, you don't laugh. How many wars were fought in ancient times? _ _ _ _ Two Liangzhou Poems by William Wang 13. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.

_ _ _ _ Gong Zizhen's Five Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai 14. I don't know that the sky is in the water after being drunk, and the boat is full of dreams. _ _ _ _ Tang Wenru's Caoqing Lake in Longyang County 15. Don't lean on the bar alone, infinity is easy to see when you are away.

_ _ _ _ Li Yu's "Sand Waves Clap the Rain outside the Curtain" 16. Helpless, I had to let the flowers fall, as if I had met Yan. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "Huanxisha New Songs and a Glass of Wine" 17. To see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night.

_ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's Le Garden Scenic Area/Le You Ling 18. Tears asked the flowers to be silent, and red flew over the swing. _ _ _ _ Ouyang Xiu How deep is the courtyard? 19. The thing is that people don't rest, tears flow first.

_ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's Spring Festival Evening in Wuling Spring Festival' 20. When wine enters sorrow, it turns into acacia tears. _ _ _ _ Fan Zhongyan's Homesickness Covered by Su Mu 2 1. Nobody wears flowers, drinks or drinks.

_ _ _ _ Huang Gongshao's "Needle and thread in the jade case every year" 22. This is the heart of my life, and I will give you a thousand tears. _ _ _ _ Liu Yong's "Recalling the Imperial Capital with Thin Pillows and Cool Days" 23. Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality.

One inch or a thousand strands. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "On the Jade Louchun Hate" 24. Looking for it, it's all deserted and miserable.

_ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao "Looking for Slow Voice" 25. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's "Jinse" 26. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.

_ _ _ _ Lu You's Two Poems of Shenyuan 27. Bad times never die.

_ _ _ _ Xiang Yu's "Songs" 28. Affectionate is just a matter of spring court, or leaving people. _ _ _ _ Zhang Bi's "Give away" 29. Strong women in business do not know the hatred of national subjugation, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.

_ _ _ _ Du Mu's Bo Qinhuai 30. A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's four poems about the bright moon (part 1) 3 1. Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless.

_ _ _ _ Liu Yong Lin Yuling, chilling, 32. But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Scholarship" 33. Red tears slipped down, full of spring breeze.

_ _ _ _ NaLanXing DE "mulberry seeds at that time" 34. The world is thin and human feelings are evil, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk. _ _ _ _ Tang Wan's "Hairpin Phoenix, the world is thin" 35. Affectionate but heartless chagrin, tonight is as long as last night.

_ _ _ _ Yuan Haowen "partridge waiting for the pavilion lights to send cool rain" 36. I can't cry in my life, so I can't cry here either. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Don't pine branches in Jiangxia" 37. Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir. The sky is clear and the night is night.

_ _ _ _ Li Shangyin Chang 'e 38. The small building was easterly again last night, and the country could not bear to look back on the moon. _ _ _ _ Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon" 39. The wind is swaying and the rain is clearing.

No wonder spring worries are supplemented in detail. _ _ _ _ Nalanxingde's Red Dates and the Wind 40. Flowers are like flowers, and no one regrets teaching.

_ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin, Er Yun Zhang Fu Hua Yang Ci" 4 1. Where will you wake up tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. _ _ _ _ Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills" 42. Nothing to say, go to the west wing alone, the moon is like a hook.

Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. _ _ _ _ Li Yu's "Welcome Huan, Go to the West Building without Words" 43. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.

_ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Spring Hope" 44. On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps by fishing and fire. _ _ _ _ Zhang Ji a night-mooring near maple bridge/Sleeping in Fengjiang 45. The bluebird didn't spread the news outside the cloud, and the lilacs were empty and rainy.

_ _ _ _ Excavate "Laying the Jade Hook of Huanxisha on the Real Pearl" 46. One is called ileal rupture, and the other three are called recall in March. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's Xuancheng/Zigui Watching Rhododendrons.

2. Poems that want to lose memory go their separate ways, ruin the front and turn against each other.

The wind is biting and cold,

Clouds full of tears.

Since ancient times, banquets have ended.

It's hard to keep a good friend now.

If a heart is hard to break,

It seems that there is nothing wrong with the new slanderers.

I turn my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the ditch.

Ten years of life and death are boundless, and I won't forget it if I think about it.

Love me, don't explain, love me, don't curse.

Kill youth, lovelorn.

Like my amnesia, there is only a blank.

Sadness makes me sad and happiness makes me happy.

Endless thoughts, memories of terrible vows,

Everything that was once, the past that cannot be forgotten.

3. The poem of amnesia is slow, Li Qingzhao.

Looking for it,

Cold and clear,

Sad and sad.

When the temperature was warm and cold that day,

This is the most difficult to arouse interest.

Three glasses and two glasses of light wine,

Why did you object to him, coming late and rushing?

Wild goose crossing also,

Is sad,

We're old acquaintances.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.

Haggard and hurt,

Who can pick it now?

Look at the window,

How can you be black alone?

The Indus River is drizzling,

At dusk, little by little.

This time,

What a sad sentence!

4. Bai Juyi's sentimental poem Autumn Night

Falling leaves are like rain, and moonlight is like frost.

Lying alone at night, who is the dusty bed?

Night rain

I miss a person, far away from home.

I felt something, and it was deeply rooted in my intestines.

I can't be far away from home, and I don't look forward to it every day.

I can't solve the problem in depth and don't think about it every night.

What's more, I stayed alone in the empty hall this evening.

Autumn is unknown, rain and dust.

If you don't learn Buddhism, you can forget your peace of mind.

Chugi

Gold and fire don't treat each other, but they change in cold rain.

Lin Qing has cicadas, but the nest is cold without swallows.

Thinking about long scrolls, I am afraid of collecting round fans.

There is no mud in the evening, walking in the moss courtyard.

When the moon rises, the anvil moves, and every family practices in autumn.

You can't sew alone with your sick wife.

The winter clothes have not been made, and the summer clothes are about to burst.

Why welcome the early autumn? Talk to yourself while drinking.

Please ask Bai Juyi to write a sad song about the death of his children.

Two conscious songs

Forty is not old, and sorrow is not ripe. I was born two years ago and I have lost my teeth this year.

The loss of the body is the same as the loss of the heart. Sleeping at night and eating in the morning are also thin.

Mrs. Trescher, the same age, looks radiant. You know your age and appearance from the beginning, and you will be happy when you are in decline.

Fear of old age leads to arrogance, and worry about illness leads to bondage. Fear of recovery and worry is a good medicine to get rid of old diseases.

Cry in the morning and cry at night. Honey, I'm lonely, aren't I?

How much peace and happiness, infinite flesh and blood. Intestinal pain, pungent nose.

There are four branches of sadness, and tears make your eyes dim. So at forty, my heart is like seventy people.

I've heard of Fautu religion. There is a way out. Focus on the water and think of your body as a cloud.

Shake off your dirty clothes and get rid of the wheel of life and death. Hu Weiwei loves this kind of pain and doesn't go around it.

Think back and make a wish. I hope to see you here. But from the past, there is no reason for the future.

Swear to wash away the dust of trouble with wisdom water forever. I won't love my son, but I will be more worried!

6. Bai Juyi's Travel Notes: The former residence of Siwei Village in Xia Meng sent my younger brother a bird to lead a teenager, and the bamboo shoots turned into bamboo.

Things have changed, and I think of songs in my hometown. I grazed on the Weihe River in my hometown for ten years.

Hand-planted elm willows, houses that cover the sun. The rabbit hides the beans and seedlings, and the birds sing and the mulberries are ripe.

This time the year before last, I traveled with you. Brother and nephew of the poetry and calligraphy class, a child servant on the farm.

At dusk, it is time for the wheat to appear and the silkworm to die. Sit in the spring and flow south, waiting for the moon pavilion.

Have a few drinks and play a game of chess. Once dispersed, Wan Li is still bound.

The well bird misses spring, and the cage warbler regrets coming out of the valley. Jiujiang is low in humidity and muggy in April.

The bitter rain blooms at first, and the clouds are slightly poisonous. Mud seedling water border rice, gray seed (leftover field) field chestnut.

When I am in a daze, I still have different customs. Looking at the county building, the setting sun is green.

Returning geese blows the heart of the country, and Pinghu breaks the eyes. I am wandering, I am alone in the old city.

Drinking water is enough for the same ladle. Send Jiangzhou Trilogy to Tongzhou, Tianya and Tianya.

The mountain is thousands of miles high and the water is thousands of miles wide. Birds can't cross the clouds.

Who knows the eternal danger, for both of us You were very sad when you first arrived in Tongzhou.

We went to Jiangzhou and didn't rest all the way. The road is good every day and the news is broken every day.

Because the wind wants to convey a message, the voice of the earth is far away. When we meet again, when we die, we will never see each other again.

You visit Xiangyang Day, and I live in Chang 'an. Since you are in Tongzhou, I have been to Xiangyang.

Xiangyang Jiuli Country is surrounded by clouds and trees on the balcony. Nevertheless, this is your old place.

There is Xunyang Road in the vast water. This one is homesick, and there are fewer relatives and friends in Jiangxi.

It's a long way to the countryside, and everything is like a person. How to tolerate this meaning, sitting by the river thinking about you.

Like a river, it is integrated with the atmosphere. The wind blew in the middle, and the two places became lonely clouds.

When the wind comes to an end, is there no reason for the clouds to merge? Try to fall in love and try to be poor. Send my brother back to the snowy night, the sky is overcast and yellow, and the northeast wind is urgent.

When I came back from the village south, I said goodbye to my brothers. Tears are still wet from the front, and I haven't stopped returning to the horse.

Want to sit in a room, cloudy and moonless. The night is long and the fire is gone. At the end of the year, Yu Ning.

Lonely and dusty, the snow falls on the steps. Paint cold ash on the snow and put out the residual lamp.

Grey as my heart, white as my hair. Everything happens like this, you can't be in a hurry in an instant.

Think about forgetting and turn troubles into meditation. Lifelong heart washing is designed for tonight.

He Yuanjiu mourned for the old mosquito. If beauty goes somewhere else, she will never be found again.

Is it safe for old things to fall apart? Only the gauze shines and the dust invades day and night. The fragrance and color are not as deep as before.

Transparent lamps are bitter, cages are light and cages are heavy. There are lonely sleepers in the room, and the autumn nights are very cold.

Old house peony garden, new grave pine Berlin. Tears in Xianyang in my dream made me feel Hou Jiangling's heart.

With this hate every other year, it is a midnight song. No matter how you feel, the listener wants to touch his chest.

Sell charcoal Weng, cut wood and burn charcoal halfway up the mountain. His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.

What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth. Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.

At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market. Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.

Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it. The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.

It's a pity that a car full of charcoal, more than a thousand Jin, is driven by an official to a general. Half a horse's red yarn is a silk, which is filled with charcoal to the cow's head.

Five years later, Shang Yang's white-haired man became a treasure, but Yang Guifei was a special pet, so people in the harem had no such luck. Those who have beauty in the sixth house need to be placed in other places, and Shang Yang is one of them.

Zhenyuan has work to do. Shang Yang people, beauty is black, white hair is new.

Green guards the palace gate. As soon as the sun closes, it is spring. Xuanzong entered the primary election at the end of the year, aged 16 and 60.

At the same time, more than 100 people were selected, who were deeply disabled. Recalling the past, I fought back my grief and said goodbye to my loved ones. I helped myself into the car instead of teaching me to cry.

When the clouds are fashionable, they are grateful, their faces are like hibiscus, and their chests are like jade. The king was not allowed to meet, and Yang Fei squinted at him.

Jealousy makes you sneak into the palace and stay in the empty room all your life. The autumn night is long, and the night is sleepless.

The shadow on the wall after the lamp still lingers, and the rustle of dark rain hitting the window. It's late spring, so it's hard to sit alone at night.

Gong Ying is full of anxiety and disgust, and Liang Yan is always jealous. The warbler's cry goes to Yan quietly, and the spring goes without remembering the year.

Just look at the deep palace and the bright moon, and the object is round four or five hundred times. Now the palace is the oldest, and everyone named it Shangshu.

Small-headed shoes with narrow clothes and slender indigo eyebrows. Outsiders should laugh if they can't see it.

Shang Yang people suffered the most. Less is bitter, and old is bitter.

How about suffering less and suffering more? You don't look at Lv Xiang's "Beauty Fu" in those days. [At the end of Tianbao, there were people who picked colors, and they were the messengers of flowers and birds at that time. Lu Xiangxian's Beauty Fu satirizes it.

] There is no white hair song in the sun today! The flower-buying imperial city is dying in spring, and it is noisy. * * * If you say peony, you will buy flowers with you.

The price is uncertain, and the reward depends directly on the number of flowers: burn a hundred red flowers and press five bundles of elements. Hang a curtain on it and weave a fence next to it.

Sprinkle water and seal it with mud, and the color will not change. Everyone is used to it, and everyone is confused.

There is an Weng who comes to buy flowers occasionally. Bow your head and sigh alone. This sigh is self-evident: a bunch of dark flowers and ten families are blessed! The light fat is full of arrogance, and the pommel horse is light and dusty.

Excuse me, who are those people? Passers-by replied that they were eunuchs, officials of the emperor. Wear a red ribbon representing the identity of a doctor and a purple ribbon symbolizing the identity of a general.

Boasting his identity, he came to the army at the dinner party, in large numbers, and the scene was grand. Respect (above three fields and below) overflows into the sky, and the land and water are eight treasures.

There is an orange as a fruit in Dongting Lake. This excellent fish tastes delicious. They remained calm after the party, but became arrogant when they were drunk.

The drought in Jiangnan, Quzhou people eat people! Song of Eternal Sorrow An emperor in China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been on the throne for many years, looking for it, but failed to find it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.

However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.

He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.

When she gets dressed in her golden room, it will be almost evening. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will hang around and drink slowly. Her sisters and brothers were all given titles because she lit up and glorified her family so much.

When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.

Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shocked the whole earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feathers.

The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. More than a hundred miles west of Doumen, the imperial flag opened the way, moving and stopping.

People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.

The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.

Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and it rained at night.

7. Bai Juyi's Travel Poems: Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple

In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.

I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.

Shangxianglufeng

Leaning against the stone and climbing the body, green bamboo sticks and white towels.

When he painted the Lushan barrier, he was the owner of the incense burner peak.

Goose for crane.

-Bai Juyi

You were sent to Qingyun by the wind, and I was driven to the shelves by ducks.

Snow neck cream wool red net palm, please see where it is not as good as Jun?

Don't leave the wicker word.

There is no sorrow in the south and Man Chun in the east.

Don't bully the willows. It's better to persuade others than to persuade others.

Liu Yijiang

-Bai Juyi

I planted willows in Jiang Nanan, and I bid farewell to Jiangnan twice in spring.

Looking back at the green river, I don't know who Pan Zhe is.

Get up late on the boat

-Bai Juyi

The sun is still high, you can sleep under the window, and the pillow is cool in August.

In berthing or Yigu Hotel, you are often accompanied by a fishing boat when you check in.

It's useless to retire from the Jianghu, but the court has its own sages.

We went to Qiantang Lake and got drunk for two or three years.

Banqiao road

-Bai Juyi

Liangyuan is twenty miles west of the city, with a canal and thousands of willows.

If the road is blocked today, the boss bridge was built fifteen years ago.

I once said goodbye to Yuyanqiao. I didn't know the news until now.

February 2(nd)

-Bai Juyi

On February 2, it was sunny and rainy, and grass sprouted for a while.

Light shirt, fine horse spring boy, cross full of words.

Chi He's Eight Poems: Wu

-Bai Juyi

Obviously, I am white and black, and I am not blind.

Say goodbye to you every night, and there is a chorus in the jade emblem.