Ancient poems are used to recall the past.

1. Ancient poems and sentences about the past

Ancient poems about the past 1. What are the poems about recalling the past?

1, "Who cares about the west wind and cool 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.

2. Poems describing the past

Huanxisha in Nalanxingde

Who reads the west wind alone? Rustling yellow leaves close the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the mountain.

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

He Zhu's Partridge Sky

It is wrong to cross the gate. Why do you go to different places together? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, the white-headed mandarin duck lost her partner.

The original grass, the first dew, the old habitat new ridge. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?

Li Qingzhao's Dream.

I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. When I am happy, I will go back to the boat at night and walk into the depths of the lotus. Fighting for crossing the river, fighting for crossing the river, created a beach of seagulls and herons.

Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix

Bare hands, rattan wine, spring willow in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A cup of sorrow, I haven't seen you 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 the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Momomo.

The Mermaid by Li Yu

When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, so my country could not bear to look back at the bright moon. The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.

Ouyang Xiu's "Complaints"

Roll a light cream on the curtain in the morning, and try plum makeup by hand. All fate has its own grievances, painting dragons in the mountains. Think of the past and cherish the lingering fragrance. Easily injured. Trying to get rid of the song before it is collected is the most heartbreaking thing.

3. Poetry about the past

1, ten years of sorrow and joy like a dream, clap your hands and exclaim, the past is like smoke. -Ye Mengde

2, the past has become empty, still like a dream. -Li Yu

3. In the past, the sales volume of * * * sank, and it declined in the early stage and later stage. -Yuan Zhen

4, the past without trace, in a hurry to gather and disperse. Today, I had a good time with several guests. —— Ouyang Xiu

5, the past is like a cloud, and 3,000 people are drunk. (The author is unknown)

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.

Yan Dao Ji

Partridge, hand pick incense notes, in memory of filial piety.

I remember that Xiaolian was holding a fragrant note in her hand, and I wanted to pass on my resentment. When I go back to sleep alone at night, I will meet you in my dream.

Flowers are easy to fall, but the moon is hard to be round, so flowers and the moon should be like fate.

Shengchazi

Jin' anmei juvenile with faults

Jin 'an is a beautiful boy. He rides a green horse. He and Lou Yuren formed an indissoluble bond, embroidering on a chilly night in spring.

The news didn't come back, but pear flower died. There is no place to talk about lovesickness, but under the swing on my back.

Magnolia swing courtyard curtain sunset

Swing the courtyard to curtain the dusk, crayons are idle embroidery households. The wall is full of flowers, and the outside is green and sunny.

If you know where the clouds are, spring dreams will help you. Zi Ai knew the old road and hissed across the road on the east side of Huaqiao.

4. Write poems about the past

Tchaikovsky's music is full of the past.

Beautiful and gentle. The legend of Swan Lake moved me and made me look forward to it. Tears are my heart.

You walked around the stage, staring at me. The curtains were drawn and the lanterns went out.

There was a commotion under the stage, and a flood rushed to the empty hall. My sky began to be quiet and galloping.

Quiet is the bright moon and stars outside the window. Galloping is our figure in the wild and the idea of returning to our dreams.

The past is the source of the past. I can block the past, but I can't imprison it.

I daydream in the sunshine of real life. You are still singing a farewell song in a distant city.

Your sorrow can't hide your vicissitudes. My vicissitudes can't bury my sadness.

I long to go back in time and watch you stand on tiptoe and dance ballet again. You put your beauty in the sunset glow and wander quietly outside my window.

5. What poems describe the past?

1. Where will you wake up after drinking tonight? There is a breeze on the bank of willow. -"Yu Linling, chilling and sad" Song Liu Yong

2. My hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and it will be another year tomorrow. -"Night Shift" Tang

3. The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? -"Home" Du Mu in Tang Dynasty

There is nothing to say when I go, but I just want to return to China as soon as possible. -"Letter from the Capital" Ming Yuankai

Gambling books are so fragrant, it was just ordinary at that time. -"Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha" Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty

1, Yulin Chills.

Author: Appreciation of Liu Yong's Song

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. 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 of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.

Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?

2. "Working at night"

Author: Wang Chaogao

The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.

My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.

3. Du Mu's Home in Tang Dynasty

The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back?

* * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?

4. Letters from the capital

Author: Wang Chao Yuan

The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home.

There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.

5. In the Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha, Reading the West Wind Alone"

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.

6. What poems describe the past?

Where did you wake up from drinking tonight? There is a breeze on the bank of willow.

-"Yulin Chills" Song Liu Yong's hometown wants to travel thousands of miles tonight, and first frost is another year of the Ming Dynasty. -"In addition to the night" Tang Gaoshizi asked, why did you stay late? -"Going Home" In the Tang Dynasty, Du Mu had nothing but to return early.

-"Letter from Shi Jing" Ming Yuankai's gambling book was so fragrant that it was just unusual at that time. -"Who reads the west wind in Huanxisha?" Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty 1 "Chilling in Yulin Ridge" Author: Liu Yong appreciates the chilling in Song Dynasty, Changting is late, and the shower begins to rest.

Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. 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 of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon.

This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? 2, "In addition to the night" Author: Gao Dynasty Hotel cold light sleep alone, why do guests worry.

My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. 3, "Home" In the Tang Dynasty, Du's son took the clothes and asked, why did you delay returning it? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?

4, "Letters from Beijing" Author: River three thousand miles, fifteen experts write Yuan. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.

5. "Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha?" In the Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde read the west wind alone, and the yellow leaves closed the window and missed the past. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.

7. Poetry about the past

1, related poems: "When is the spring flower and the autumn moon, how much is known about the past" in Yu Meiren by Li Yu.

2. When is the original spring flower and autumn moon, and 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 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. 3. When will the spring flowers and autumn moon bloom every year? Everything in the past is gone, gone, illusory.

Back in the Song Dynasty, another year passed. The people in the small building were in the dead of night, leaning against the railing and looking into the distance. Facing the land immersed in the silver light, many thoughts and sorrows of the old country came to mind and could not bear to look back. He looked at the south and sighed, "carved fence" and "jade brick" may still be there; It's just that the people who used to build bricks by the wall in those years are no longer the charm of those years.

Life, life means endless sadness. Wang Yang, who is worried like spring water, is unrestrained and inclined; It is also like a long night of spring water, endless and endless.

4. A brief analysis of the whole word can be divided into two stages of appreciation, with the first three sentences as the head and the last one as the tail. Look at the first three sentences, E69DA5E887AA62616964757A 68696416F313365653934 "Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon". These four words alone are enough to arouse many poets' infinite reverie, but in the first sentence of this word, they bluntly say "when".

The second sentence begins with "small building" and then recalls "old country". Even the east wind of the Spring Letter is just a chill passing through the heart of the author who is under house arrest in a lonely building, which makes him feel "unbearable". When I think of my old country, I naturally think of gorgeous palaces and beautiful "Zhu Yan" carved with jade. The old country is naive and sad, and I am afraid that I will not be blessed for life.

In the first three sentences, the author looks at the beautiful scenery and thinks about himself, which makes him feel a little sad, but a careful analysis of Li Yu's thoughts and thoughts during the separatist regime in Jiangnan is full of extravagance and enjoyment. What disappointed him was not that his country was destroyed, but that he could no longer enjoy the glory of leading a happy life.

8. Ancient poems about the past

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.

Yan Dao Ji

Partridge, incense in hand, remember Lillian incense in hand, who wants to spread resentment? When she came back, she lay alone at night and met her in her dream. Flowers are easy to fall, but the moon is hard to round. She should just be in a happy mood. Qin Zheng is in a good mood. She tries to write down her voice and add the old strings.

Shengchazi

Something went wrong. Jin Anmei, the boy, Jin Anmei, the boy went to vault. He was tied to the jade tower and embroidered on a chilly spring night. The news didn't come back, and Lihua died. Acacia has nowhere to talk about, and she is on her back under the swing.

Magnolia swing courtyard curtain dusk swing courtyard curtain dusk, crayons idle embroidery households. There are more flowers on the wall than in the rain, and the green outside is behind the wind. If you know where it is, you should dream of helping Wang. I love to know the old path and hiss across the road on the east side of Huaqiao.

9. Poems with past events

How many sad past in life, the mountains still remain cold. -Liu Yuxi's Random Thoughts on "Old Times of Xibao Mountain"

Spring sorrow is hard to vent, so I look at the distant mountains with strong spirits. The past is shocking and tears will flow down. -Autumn's "Spring Sorrow"

Old trips are often forgotten, and the past is occasionally remembered. -Bai Juyi's "Hundred Rhymes of Qian Sheren's Poems" Cui Shilang Weicun gave a gift in seclusion.

Singing the past for you, how dare you quit? -Bai Juyi's March 340 Rhyme

The past is like a crane in the sea, and I admire Ge for the rest of my life. -Lu You's "Feeling the Past"

The past is the past, and the previous book can be relied on. -Shao Yong's "Watching Chess"

The past has been earth-shattering, uninhibited, and recent poems have turned into beards. -Fang Yue's In the Mountains

The old courtyard is full of romance, and the pear garden is full of tears. -Wang Shizhen's "Qinhuai Miscellaneous Affairs"

Dan Xin hangs Wei Que, and the past worries about Gan Tang. -Du Mu's "Sacrificing" Xianggong's Door to Send "Xianggong" Xichuan Yinshu Town Poetry "

Few people live alone in blowing sheng, thinking about the past with tears in their eyes. -Chen Duxiu's "Poetry"

When you are drunk and entertained in your spare time, you will miss the past. -Fang Hui's Twenty Drinking Songs with Tao Yuanming

I miss you sitting still at night, chasing past injuries. -Yuan Zhen's "Send Lotte"

The past is accompanied by a residual calendar, while the spring breeze has a better understanding of the old instruments. -Xu Xuan "In addition to the night"

Leaning on the empty high threshold is cold and dust-free, and the idle dreams of the past are about to be divided. -Han Gai "Song"

It is said that loyal ministers and dutiful sons, regardless of ancient and modern. -Xiang Anshi's "Heavy Harmony"

10. Poems recalling the past

1, "Linjiang Fairy, the balcony behind the dream is locked high"-Yan remembered Xiaoping at first sight in Song Dynasty, and her two focuses were Luo Yi and pipa string talking about lovesickness.

At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds. I remember the first time I saw Xiaoping, and when I came back, she was a colorful figure, and the pipa flicked to talk about acacia.

At that time, the bright moon was still there, and it once returned with her colorful figure. 2, "Health Mistake Yuan Xi"-Ouyang Xiu in the Song Dynasty On January night last year, the flower market was brightly lit.

The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.

I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes. Last year, on the fifteenth day of the first month of the Lantern Festival, the lights of the flower market were as bright as during the day.

The moon rises at the top of the willow tree, and he asks me to talk to him after dusk. On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are the same as last year.

Never see last year's lover again, and Pearl's clothes are soaked with tears. 3, "Ugly Slave, the middle wall of Shuboshan Road"-Xin Qiji, a teenager in the Song Dynasty, did not know the taste and fell in love with the building.

Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it.

I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn. People don't know the taste of sadness when they are young, and they like to climb high and look far.

I like to climb high and see far, and I am reluctant to say that I am worried about writing a new word. Now I have tasted sadness, but I want to say it but I can't say it.

I want to say it, but I can't say it. What a cool autumn! 4, "Occasionally"-Li Qingzhao spent fifteen years ago in the Song Dynasty, following Ceng Fanzhi's "Flower Appreciation Poetry". Nowadays, flowers are similar to the moon, and love is like the past.

Fifteen years ago, under the moon and flowers, we went to the garden together and made poems about flowers. Today's flowers are still the same as usual. Why is my mood different from previous years? 5, "The Village in the South of the City"-The Cuihu Lake in the Tang Dynasty was opened today last year, and the peach blossoms set each other off.

Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. Last winter, in this door, the girl's face set off a bright peach blossom.

When I came here again today, the girl didn't know where she had gone. Only peach blossoms are still smiling and blooming in the spring breeze.