Poetry about the forgotten past

1, "Langtaosha, the past is only sad."

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

The past is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange the scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind. If a bead curtain is idle, who will come all day?

The golden lock has been buried and is extremely strong. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms. I want to see the shadow of Yuta Yao Temple, and the sky shines on Qinhuai.

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In retrospect, it can only make people sigh; Even in the face of the beautiful scenery, it is difficult to dispel the sadness in my heart. The autumn wind is bleak, and moss-covered steps can be seen in the empty yard. The bead curtain in front of the door hangs lazily and never rolls up. No one will visit it all day anyway. The chain of Hengjiang has been deeply buried at the bottom of the river; Heroism has long been given to weeds. In the evening, the weather gradually turned cold. At this time, the sky is so clear, and the moonlight shines on the Qinhuai River without any cover.

Gui Dianqiu remembered the past.

Qing Dynasty: Zhu Yizun

Thinking about the past and thinking about the future, crossing the river, the green moth overlooks the mountain. * * * Sleep for Agger to listen to the autumn rain, and the small basket is light and cold.

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Recalling the past, by the river, beautiful people and beautiful distant mountains are reflected in the river. We are in the same boat * * * listening to the falling rain, we live alone, thin bamboo mats, silently enduring the cold.

3. "Congratulations to the groom, what can I say about the past?"

Song: Liu Xueji

What was the past? Miss life, kill the cold and heat, and indulge in Qiu Ge. When you are young, you often look in the mirror, and your hair is not snowy. I'm getting old and worried. What is the annual report of national humiliation and family feud? It hurts the soul and looks at Guan Heyue from a distance. Sorrow and indignation accumulate, and Fu Xiangse. Life cannot be separated at any time. Loyalty, not for providence, can not be met. Where are the people who wronged the country? Looking back, they hated it. Sigh north and south, grow successful. In the middle of the night, I heard chickens dancing wildly, sleeves were green snakes, and suddenly I struck a light to sharpen the iron. Three breaths, empty eyes.

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Never look back. A person's life is nothing more than spending spring, summer, autumn and winter. All he wants is food and clothing and a place to sleep. At that time, I was worried about my country and people, so I often looked in the mirror and my hair was dark, for fear of dying young, which led to my unfulfilled ambition. Although I have just entered the old age, I was born with Fahua long ago because of my worries. When will the national humiliation and family hatred be reported? Looking at the mountains and rivers in the north, I feel sad.

The correct life ambition should not be changed at any time, so don't find another way. Only by being loyal to the thoughts and actions of the country can we be disloyal to God's will, conform to the people's feelings and be open-minded. Where are those thieves who have crossed the country now? Now that I think about it, my heart is still full of resentment. If the north and south are divided, I am afraid they will be isolated for a long time. I smell chickens dancing in the middle of the night, and I just want to serve my country by practicing martial arts. I can only lament and complain when I think that this wish is far away.

4. Young Beauty

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

When is the moon in spring and autumn? How much 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 bright moon.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

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When does this year's time end? How much do you know about the past! Last night, there was a spring breeze blowing in the small building. On this bright night, how can I bear the pain of thinking of my hometown? Carefully carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the people I miss are aging. Ask me how much sadness I have in my heart, just like endless spring water rolling east.

5. "Huanxisha, Reading the West Wind and Being Alone"

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

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.

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Who feels sad alone in the west wind and can't bear to look at the rustling yellow leaves and close the porch window? In the independent house, the setting sun shines obliquely, immersed in memories of the past. Take a nap after drinking, spring scenery is leisurely, gambling in the boudoir, and the skirt is full of tea. I once had a happy memory, which was only the most common at that time, but things are different now.