Miss the love in heaven, tell me about it.

1. A poem about missing a lover in heaven

Poetry about missing the lover in heaven 1. Poetry about missing my wife in heaven

Three Mourning Poems for Spring Festival (Ⅰ) —— Pan Yue's long thanks.

Only hate. It is difficult to exhaust withered poplar leaves.

Today, Chunlan Cao Hui. The screen banquet is empty, and there is still a soul in the world.

Save knowledge by Dan Qing! There are better people than me, and God didn't give them sons. Don't dream on a silver note.

"Little Beauty" Chun Qing only went to Pear Blossom Thin. Don't be like this, cold and summer are easy to flow, which is a lifelong worry between the eyebrows.

This is the sorrow that all mankind must know. The Golden Melody-When did I feel this hatred when my dead wife died? The green window is dyed red with tears. Sometimes, in my dream, I bring you presents.

We have to pick wild vegetables for dinner. Finished, deserted, who has a long talk, who is sad.

Wet in blue-mourning the infinite sadness recently. Remember the leisure time of the embroidered couch.

Sadly, human nature is different, and the sound of money is adjacent to the sound of the flute and full of everything. You mended my clothes with your own wicker basket, a buried land.

Take an empty step? I slept soundly after drinking wine, and sneaked in from the eaves with dried Sophora leaves as firewood in the morning. "Yuan Zhen's youngest daughter, Ashe, who loves to grieve most, once lived together.

If you want to save for a rainy day, the fifth watch is still in the tide of falling flowers, the soil is always quiet and the world is tasteless. All I can bring you is a temple sacrifice.

At that time, I realized. I tore my shirt several times.

Dust covered the empty seats, Ying Ying? , endure to listen to a string of heavy reasons. Suddenly, I suspect that you have arrived and it is raining.

Everything is perfect, and the curtains are more open. You can't draw it if you are sad.

The fourth-the mourning poem of Shen Yue in Southern Dynasties. Disappointment seems to be there. There will be frost in the future, and pieces will be scattered. Leaning against the setting sun, I will analyze the bad luck in my eyes, and I will cry deeper, and the cold rain and the west wind will draw a bridge.

If he swam like a fish in Sichuan, he would be ruined now. Don't be too specific

Looking for the blue sky again, he knows himself. Know him well.

Knowing that there is nothing to do from now on. -"Second" I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us.

Qinyuanchun is fleeting, but suddenly it is in front of my eyes. You are gone, but you are not allowed to study it. I continue your generosity to us men and women. Who are you relying on?

Paradise on earth, but still on the wall. The screen seems to be silent, stormy, sad and accumulated, and the goose gets up early.

Looking at Lu, thinking about him. what do you think? Everything is perfect.

The spring breeze is coming. Dreams are hard to stay, and it is no good to stay for a long time.

-"One" is used to joke about the meaning behind it, and gambling books are splashed with tea. The third kind, Pan Yue's mourning poems in Wei and Jin Dynasties, is more important.

Like a fish swimming in Sichuan. Wake up early in the middle of the night.

It's not as dusty as the night platform. It's not over yet.

Nostalgia, sunset? When I left the church, I just turned around, changed my mind, and returned to the original service. I coaxed your gold hairpin to buy wine. Clear words wake up early, and the heart is close.

Red tears steal, eager to draw pictures in the clear night to call for the truth, carve the ileum, hurt the survivors, abandon them, and be sad again. At that time, the only way was ordinary! Mourning Poems —— Autumn in March and May in Shen Yue Southern Dynasties.

The woman has an appointment, the weather will bury flowers, and she will come back to vomit in spring. I can't stop crying, the rain bell rings at night, and the poem can't go on. What a pity night; Spring flowers and autumn leaves, how many years do I still lack when I am seventy years old? There is a better poet than me, whose dead wife can't hear his voice.

-"Nanxiangzi" is full of dust, and there is always sadness. Sometimes it drops.

What hope do I have in the darkness of our graves? Are you still shining this autumn? You and I don't have much confidence in a meeting after death. Paper is dust, the dust is not broken, and there is a moon in the wind. Clear tears.

Looking forward to short hair, the past years are bittersweet and stick to a happy period. -"Good in the Middle", I suddenly saw the emerald green.

The remains are there. Three years' dream, pear flower falls moonlight, turns boring, who just married this penniless scholar? Who reads that the west wind is cool alone and the paint lamp is windy; Dig a hole and bend it.

Becoming a dreamer in Iraq will only hurt survivors. Your needle and thread is sealed, I dare not look at it: like a bird in the forest. Like a bird in the Hanlin, rustling yellow leaves close the window.

Really helpless. Not only in the middle of the eyes, but also in the traces of calligraphy. I am ready to serve you! However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night. When you enter the room, think about it and rest in the cold and rain.

Picking Mulberry Seeds now seems to be a mistake at that time, but it is a long dream that should be awakened. If there are Pisces in Chongquan.

When you forget to sleep, you can only live once. They paid me $100,000 today.

I go from midnight to midnight, but it's not as people who used to be poor together know. I'm afraid they are unlucky and hurt.

Who is willing to obey in private, how can you forget when you are low? Almost all your clothes have been given away, reducing the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday.

What is the sunset near dusk, only to bury the past fickle feelings, Zhuang can go on strike, say thank you and die forever, but silently. Poor son of spring.

2. Poems about missing your lover

1, the latest flower, bid farewell to Li Gongze in late spring.

Author Su Shi, Song Dynasty

There is no wind rustling. Lonely garden, willow and old cherry. The setting sun is still sitting deeply. The mountains are a little green and the clouds are a little broken.

At the end of the road, the river goes back a thousand times. Berthing in the fishing village, the moon is dark and windy, and it is unbearable to be lonely. Enlighten Chu with flying souls. I miss you. You miss me.

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The sound of falling flowers did not come from the wind, but fell to the ground by itself. In the lonely garden, flowers and trees flourish and wither. The setting sun seems to shine on the guests, and the towering green hills seem to pierce the horizontal clouds.

The sender has reached the end of the road on the shore; Monkey saw that the rudder had turned. I can't sleep all night in a deserted fishing village tonight, alone with a lonely lamp and only the dark moon. I called my friends who had left, just like I called Qu Yuan in Chu Ci. When I miss you, you miss me.

2. The latest love flower

Author Yan Shu, Song Dynasty

The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering. The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu.

The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world. I want to send colored stationery and rulers. The mountains are long and there is a lot of water.

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In the morning, the chrysanthemum outside the railing was covered with a layer of sad smoke, and the orchid dew seemed to be crying dew. Between the screens, there was a faint chill, and a Shuang Yanzi flew away. Yue Ming didn't understand the pain of parting, and oblique Yin Hui went into Zhuhu Lake until dawn. Last night, the west wind was fierce and dried up the green trees.

I climbed the tall building alone and watched the road disappear at the end of the world. I want to send a letter to my lover. But the mountains are endless and the water is endless. I don't know where my sweetheart is.

3. Su curtain

Author Fan Zhongyan, Song Dynasty

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.

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Blue sky, white clouds and yellow leaves. Autumn scenery is reflected on the blue waves on the river, and the water waves are glowing with cold smoke and green. The distant mountains are bathed in sunset, and the sky is connected with rivers. The grass on the shore seems heartless, beyond the setting sun. It is sad to miss my hometown silently, and it is difficult to get rid of lingering worries.

Unless you have a good dream every night, you can get a moment of comfort. The bright moon shines on tall buildings, so don't lean on it alone. Pick up the wine to wash your sorrow, but it all turns into acacia tears.

4. Natural tea seeds are happy.

Author Ouyang Xiu, Song Dynasty

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is 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.

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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.

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

The author Li Shangyin lived in the Tang Dynasty.

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.

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When you ask about the date of return, it's hard to say clearly. A night of heavy rain in Bashan filled the autumn pool. When to go home, * * * cut the candle flowers in the west window and tell them face to face what it's like to rain late.

3. Poems about missing your lover

Qing ping le song Yan Shu

Small red print means that business is flat,

The feeling that the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water is hard to come out.

The setting sun leans on the west wing alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook.

People don't know where, but the green waves still flow eastward.

Que Qiao song xian Qin Guan

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?

Die Hua Lian Song Ouyang Xiu

How deep is the yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy.

Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.

Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

Mulan tree

On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off.

The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.

Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.

Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.

Xin Qiji in Qing Yu Case in Yuan and Song Dynasties

Thousands of trees are blooming and stars are everywhere in the east night. BMW carved cars and incense filled the road.

Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.

Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for her in the crowd,

Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

Song He Zhu's Jade Case

Ling Bo didn't cross the pond road, just watching and letting the dust settle. Who is the golden flower?

Qiao Yue Garden, a Zhu Hu with a locked window. Only spring knows this place.

Feiyun Ran Ran died at dusk. The new topic of crayons is heartbreaking sentences. If you ask how much leisure do you have?

Yichuan tobacco is full of wind. It rains when plums are yellow.

Slow song Qingzhao

Looking around, lonely and sad.

It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.

Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent.

Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers are piled on the ground, haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now?

Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?

Indus is also the rain in Mao Mao until dusk, dribs and drabs.

This time, what a sad sentence?

Yu Linling Song Liu Yong

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.

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.

4. Poems to express missing one's lover

(1) in addition to the night [Tang] Gao Shi.

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.

(2) Home [Tang] Du Mu

The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?

(3) Homesickness [Song] Li Gou

People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.

Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.

[4] Yuan Kai [Ming] Letter

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] See the mountain with Master Haochu to send relatives and friends to Jinghua [Tang] Dai Shulun.

The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.

How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!

[6] Yan Wen [Tang] Wei Wuying

Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.

(7) Miscellaneous Poems (Wang Wei)

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?

Inscription on the wall of Dayu Shanbei Inn (Song Wenzhi)

Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home?

The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.

(9) Farewell a friend at Jingmen Ferry (Li Bai)

Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

⑽ "Moonlit Nights" (Du Fu)

A vagrant heard drums heralding battle, and geese sang in autumn. 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. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in the war? .

⑾ Farewell (Sui folk songs)

Willow green hangs down to the ground, and flowers are long and sultry.

The wicker folding ruler flies away. Will pedestrians come back?

⑿ Looking at the bright moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian)

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.

I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

[13] When meeting a messenger who went to the capital.

The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.

I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.

[14] Xiuzi (Lu You)

I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.

Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!

⒂ the pride of the fisherman (Fan Zhongyan)

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different. The wild geese in Hengyang go unnoticed and ring all around. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.

Showing a Chemei boat crossing Wujiang River (Jie Jiang).

A piece of spring worries about wine. The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs. Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is floating and the rain is falling.

When will you go home to wash the guest robes? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. Time can easily throw people away. Cherry is red and banana is green.

⒄ Tianjin Sha Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan)

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses.

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

⒅ Prison Theme Wall (Tan Sitong)

Desperate to stop thinking about James Zhang, he endured death and treated Dugan for a while.

My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder.

Chapter of Trick (Tan Sitong)

Everything in the world has reached the spring sorrow, and now I cry to the pale ghost.

Forty million people shed tears together. Where is China at the end of the world?