A poem about looking forward to meeting.

1. What poems describe "looking forward to meeting" are as follows:

1. Stone "Dream of the 20th day of the first month of Jiangchengzi"

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

2. The untitled Tang Shangyin was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we broke up.

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

3. Tang Shangyin's Short Message to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night.

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

4. Song Liqingzhao's "A piece of plum, red lotus root fragrance, residual jade dies in autumn"

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

5. Song Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian, Leave a Dangerous Building"

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.

The poem describing "Looking forward to meeting each other" is as follows:

6. Don 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.

7. Don Wang Wei's Acacia

Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.

People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

8. Shu's "Liang Zhu, windowsill, chrysanthemum, sadness, tears and dew"

The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.

Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know?

9. Don Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.

Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.

High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.

Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds!

Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water.

The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .

Sauvignon Blanc, soul-destroying!

10. Tang Du Fu's Moonlit Night

In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .

2. Search: an ancient poem expressing the hope of meeting each other. Jun asked when the rainy night in Qiuchi started and before its return, but when he was cutting candles at the west window, he talked about it.

At this time, the moon on the sea has been full, which has brought a long night of thoughts to the separated heart.

Friends and relatives in Luoyang are like asking each other a piece of ice heart in a jade pot.

From the east wind, a hundred flowers blossom. I have known her for a long time, but I have been apart for a long time.

There is one person missing from the place where Brother Yao knows to climb the mountain.

I don't know where to go, but Peach Blossom still smiles at Dongfeng.

When the moon was full last year, the flower market was lit like a willow tip. After dusk, when the moon is full this year, the lanterns are still missing. Last year, people cried Man Chun's sleeve.

Hate you is not like the bottom of the river, east and west, north and south, east and west, north and south. Hating you is like the full moon at the bottom of the river, but it is still full and still lost. When can you get together?

The grass in spring is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .

Flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the rain is as thin as sorrow.

One thousand miles away from home, a maid-in-waiting lived here for twenty years. He went to Man Zi to see how she held back her tears.

Think of these for the time being. . . I thought it would be added. . . What do you want, a lover, a friend or a parent?

3. What are the ancient poems that express "meeting each other late"? "Untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer than we were apart"?

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night.

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

A plum, lotus root fragrance, autumn jade

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Looking at the bright moon, thinking about it/looking back at it.

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

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.

Damn Hua Lian, the wind in the dangerous building is good

Song Dynasty: Liu Yong

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. (Lan Tong Lan)

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.

4. Search: an ancient poem expressing the hope of meeting each other. You asked what happened when the rainy night started in the autumn pond * * * Cut the candle at the west window but talked about how long the moon was shining at the end of the world * * At this time, relatives and friends in Luoyang, who were considerate all night, brought a separated heart, like asking each other a piece of ice heart in a jade pot. The time was long before I met her, but it became longer after we broke up. The east wind rose and flowers fell, and the climbing place of distant brothers was full of dogwood and one person was missing. I don't know where to go to peach blossom, but I still laugh at the east wind. When the moon was full last year, after dusk, the lanterns still disappeared. Last year, people cried, and Man Chun hated you on his sleeve, unlike Jiang Lou Yue, north and south, east and west, north and south, but things only touched each other, and Jiang Lou Yue was full, but it was still short, short or short. When is the reunion? Spring grass is green every year. But my friend prince, will you? It is a flower that flies freely, as light as a dream, and the rain is as thin as sorrow. A thousand miles away from her home, a maid-in-waiting who has lived here for twenty years cried. Seeing how hard she tried to hold back her tears, Man Zi temporarily thought of these.

I thought it would be added.

What do you want, a lover, a friend or a parent?

5. What are the poems that look forward to the reunion of friends? "I heard that Wang Changling moved left and sent it from a distance."

After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams.

I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.

Du Fu wrote A Gift for Wei Ba Chu Shi. This poem describes that in the dark night, the warm light of friendship illuminates a corner of life. Once again, Du Fu's family came out of the mountain and was caught in heavy rain. They were hungry, cold and flustered. When we passed by Peng Ya late at night and came to our friend Sun Zai's house, we saw a touching scene:

The guest is already dark and the light is still on. Warm soup is enough for me, paper-cutting is my soul. From then on, I got married and shed tears for each other. The chickens slept soundly, which aroused their appetite.

Du Fu's Dream of Li Bai is the most outstanding chapter in Li Bai's works. This poem not only expresses his yearning for his friends, but also his understanding of Li Bai. For example, "I woke up and the low moon flashed on the rafters, as if it were your face, still floating in the air." In the dim moonlight, readers seem to see white melancholy eyes; "Besides, at my door, you rubbed your white head, as if something was bothering you. Our capital is full of nosy people, but you are lonely, helpless and poor. " It can be said that it is a small portrait of the tragic figure Li Bai, full of sympathy from the photographer; "A thousand years of fame, ten thousand years of fame, what's good, when you die, it's gone" is a comment on Li Bai's life.

After his illness, Wang Yi drank wine and gave songs.

The phoenix in the corner of the forest is not known to the world, and it is a wonder of exploding glue. People still see Wang Sheng keep this kind of mind, because there is no reason to envy him. And when Wang Sheng comforted the past, he always knew that cheap children were willing to be poor.

There is no shame in being cool when it is cold, and it is difficult to be healthy when you are sick. Wang Sheng blamed me for looking pale and replied that lying on the pillow was very uncomfortable. Who can stand malaria and Sanqiu? Cold and heat fought for a hundred days.

There was a scorpion sitting in the dark, with yellow and wrinkled skin. However, I didn't calm down because of sadness, and I also made great efforts to cook good food for me. Send people into town to buy fragrant rice, and call women out of the house to cook for themselves.

Chang 'an is sour and green in winter, and Jincheng is crisp and quiet as practice. Seek wealth and cut fresh, and have a harmonious final banquet. The kindness of my old friend came late, which made me at a loss.

The old horse was faithful to his reputation as a pony, and he was very proud at that time. But to feed my old age, I just want to see each other often.

And:

1. I often go, Yangliu is Yiyi; Today, I think it's raining->

2. Mourning, Danggui in the distance-Han Yuefu Folk Songs >

3. Humayi North Wind, Crossing the South Branch of the Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems of Han Dynasty >

4. But how much love did the grass get-Don Meng Jiao >

5. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi >;

You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Tang Wang Wei >

7. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and when I sank back again, I suddenly thought of home-Tang Libai >;

8. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it-Song Liqingzhao >

9. miss your relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei >

10. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into tonight-Tang Wangjian >

1 1. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like Laoshan-Don Stentu >

12. Only the lake is reflected in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhang Zhi >

13. When a teenager leaves home, an old friend returns, and the local accent remains unchanged. -Tang He Zhangzhi >

14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu >;

15. Sadness, sadness and parting-Warring States Period. Chu Quyuan >

16. the day of departure is far away, and the day of taking clothes is slow. >

17. Think before you fall-Sui Xue Daoheng >

18. Stay away from hate like spring grass, go further and live-Nantang. Li Yu >

19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu >

20. It's easier to see when it's different than when it's difficult. Spring water has run out, heaven and earth-Li Yu >

2 1. It's almost as difficult for friends to meet each other. As for the morning and evening stars-Tang Du Fu >;

22. I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and travel to the west for no reason-Don Wang Wei >

23. Mochow has no bosom friend in the road ahead, and everyone knows the noble gentleman in Juntang >

24. The Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun-Li Bai >

25. The last time we met in the flowers, we parted in the flowers, and it has been a year since it bloomed today-Don Wei Wu Ying >

26. I've known her for a long time, and I've been apart for a long time. The east wind rises and a hundred flowers blossom-Tang Li Shangyin >

27. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn-Don Mutu >

28. If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid parting with Tang >

29. A glass of wine is in the spring breeze, and a ten-year lamp is singing in the rivers and lakes at night. Huang tingjian >

30. Alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like Tang Zhao last year.

3 1. There should be no hate. When will it grow into a circle? -history >

32. I hope people will live for a long time, and Qian Shan will be full of water.

6. Looking forward to meeting you again. Turn to Zhuge, keep a low profile and stay awake. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. 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. Song Sushi's "Shuidiao Song Tou"

There is no rest in front of you, and the wheels and hooves are like water. If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid parting. When will Su Qin Liuyin return? Pan Yue's hair went to autumn. Don't complain about tears in your eyes, ten years of farming and fishing in Cangzhou. Don Du Mu's Farewell

When you ask about the untimely return date, late rain will rise in the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. Notes on Li Shangyin's Sending Friends to the North on a Rainy Night in Tang Dynasty

Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Tang Meng's "Passing the Old Village"

At dusk, some officials arrested people at night. The old man climbed over the wall and left, while the old woman went out to watch. No matter how angry an official is, why do women cry? After listening to the woman, three men guarded Ye. One man attached a book, and two men died. Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead. There is no one in the room, only a baby and a grandson. And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out. Although an old woman is weak, please come back at night. If you are in a hurry to serve Shirley in the river and Yang, you might as well prepare the meal in the morning. The night is long and silent, like crying and choking. Dawn will rise into the future, leaving the old man alone. Tang Du Fu's Shi Hao Guan

6. The spring breeze leans against the green city, and the water town is cold, cloudy and sunny in spring. Drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence. Sailing alone on the sunset river, the grass is green in Wan Li, Hunan. If the host asks every acquaintance, Qingpao has missed the Confucian scholars today. Don Liu Changqing's Farewell to Yan Shiyuan

7. I am sad, the pavilion is late and the shower begins 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 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. Song Liu Yong's Lin Yuling

8. When a little residual red is about to run out. The screen is full of cool autumn air. It was raining on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving. Adjust the treasure, dial the gold. At that time, they sang partridges together. It's windy and rainy now, and I cry when I can't hear the song clearly. Song Zhou Zizhi's Partridge Sky, When a little redness disappears.

9. Affectionate but always ruthless, you can only laugh when you are in a good mood. The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning. Tang Du Mu's Farewell II

10. Nanpu is sad, and the west wind is autumn. Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back. Don Bai Juyi's Nanpu Bie