A helpless poem facing the life and death of relatives

1. Poems about the parting of relatives.

Poetry about the parting of relatives 1. What are the poems that describe the parting of life and death?

Poems describing people's parting from life and death are:

1. Qingyang Changting Road, it is easy to throw people away when you are young. The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower. 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. -Song Yan Shu's "Yu Lou Chun"

2. Look at her husband, Jiang Youyou; A woman turned to stone and never looked back. After days of rain, pedestrians turn to stones. -Wang Jian's Wang Fushi

3. When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. I wonder what year it is today. I want to ride home in the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold. Dancing and watching shadows is like being on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate. Why leave? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people live a long life. -stone "water tune"

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! . -Li Shangyin's Untitled was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up in the Tang Dynasty.

5. Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is thin, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, who will lean on the bar and be silent? I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret the widening of my belt, because I am haggard for Iraq. -Liu Yong's Wu Fengqi

A, Qingyang Cao Fang Changting Road is easy to walk when young. The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower. 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.

1. Source: Yu Lou Chun by Shu.

2. Interpretation: Walking in the east, I feel that the scenery is getting better and better, and the ship is driving on the water that suddenly ripples. The light cold of dawn hangs over the willows, only watching the red apricots bloom. Life is always full of resentment, too much pain and too little happiness. Who loves her daughter but despises a beautiful woman with a charming smile? Hold a wine lamp for you to persuade the gold to set the sun, and leave a sunset glow for the party to the flowers.

Second, look at her husband, Jiang Youyou; A woman turned to stone and never looked back. After days of rain, pedestrians turn to stones.

1. Source: Wang Jian's Wang Mi Shi

2. Interpretation: A woman is standing by the river, looking at the running water, thinking of her husband and looking forward to his return every day. Finally turned into a stone, still waiting day and night, passers-by heard the whisper of the stone.

3. When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. I wonder what year it is today. I want to ride home in the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold. Dancing and watching shadows is like being on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate. Why leave? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people live a long life.

1. Source: Shi's "Water Tune Song Tou"

When will the bright moon appear? I asked the sky with a cup. I don't know what year and month it is in the celestial fairy palace. I want to go back to the sky in the cool wind (as if I had come down from the sky to the earth, so I said "go home"). I'm afraid of coming to the beautiful moon palace made of jade. It's too cold at high altitude (it is said that the moon palace is called Guanghan Palace). In imagination, dancing to the moon, the shadow is clear with people, as if riding the cloud against the wind, being in the sky, where is the upper body on earth! The moon turned the scarlet attic and hung low on the carved window, shining on people who were not sleepy. The bright moon shouldn't have any resentment against people, but why is it round and bright when relatives leave? People have changes in joys and sorrows, and the moon also has changes in sunny and rainy days. This kind of thing has been difficult to be comprehensive since ancient times. I only hope that the people I miss will live a long and healthy life. Although they are thousands of miles apart, they can enjoy the beautiful moon.

Fourth, the time was long before I met her, but it was even longer after we parted. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. 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! .

1. Source: untitled time was long before I met her, and even longer after we broke up, Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty.

Interpretation: The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to leave when leaving. Besides, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to harvest, which is even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes. Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.

Five, leaning on the dangerous building, looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, who will lean on the bar and be silent? I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret the widening of my belt, because I am haggard for Iraq.

1. Source: Wu Fengqi by Liu Yong.

2. Interpretation: The spring wind blows gently, so gentle. With sadness, I looked into the distance, and the empty vilen was boundless. Spring grievances are inextricably linked, and the setting sun shines obliquely on the blue grass, hazy, and the scenery is even more sad and blurred. I stood there in silence for a long time. Who can understand my thoughts at this time? I was going to get drunk and get drunk to relieve my depression. But singing and dancing about wine, although pretending to be happy, is boring. Because of acacia, but for you, I would rather endure everything, getting thinner day by day and haggard again and again.

2. Prose about the parting of relatives' life and death

I was a violet before the Buddha, but I fell into the dust because of my lust for the wind and dew.

Retreat in tears and meditate in the world of mortals. One is half bright and half dark. Autumn has come, but the lotus outside the window is still motionless. I only saw a pool of dark green and light green leaves, and several lotus leaves showed signs of yellowing.

Strangely, these lotus flowers refused to open this summer. Turn on the music, make a cup of tea, and be silent.

The world around us is also very quiet. Cicada, guzheng elegant, as if in the ink Jiangnan, Wu Peng boat, swaying in the underwater sound.

Autumn walks at a graceful pace, with a leisurely and lazy style, sometimes sunny and rainy, sometimes cold and sometimes hot. A woman's heart is a needle in the sea. I say this autumn is a woman in love.

Try, shy, reserved, all kinds of worries, all pay in this faint Jiangnan haze. Sometimes the sky is high and the clouds are light, the weather is myriad, and the weather is sunny.

The sky is blue, the water is clear, the mountains are clear, and the eyebrows have the charm of autumn water. Staring, looking back, ashamed, the soul of the lover will be hooked by gentle touch, only intoxicated in those affectionate eyes, and never want to wake up again. Sometimes misty rain, autumn wind, chrysanthemum yellow, residual lotus with rain, delicate and touching.

Acacia is tired, thin and cold. The layers of forest are dyed and the maple leaves are drunk, which is another scenery.

Life is the most beautiful, but it is just a person, or a boat trip with a loved one. A person has the beauty of a person.

Two people, two people have a good time. One person can experience the Zen state of harmony between man and nature, and two people can enjoy the romantic feeling. When there are many people, you can also feel the fun in the noise.

What happened to life? Come to coke, go to coke, make coke, die coke, look down on life and death, laugh at life, vicissitudes of life is also a kind of beauty. A few bamboos, a few stones, half an acre of paddy fields, a pool of autumn lotus, a hut and shady trees constitute the scenery in front of the window.

Faint thoughts wander in the light and shadow of autumn. The sunshine is warm and cool, losing the heat of summer, and only drifting away, as light as the color in tea and a little cold. I like this situation best. Very quiet, like two people leaning gently, naked skin sticking to the skin. It's a little warm, a little cold, slippery, thin and greasy. If there is nothing, it's a little crunchy and itchy.

Autumn is the beauty of vicissitudes and tranquility. Actually, what's not beautiful? Flowers have the beauty of flowers, leaves have the beauty of leaves, clouds have the beauty of clouds and water has the beauty of water. Even if the flowers fade, they are still red and have a sad beauty.

It is not a kind of beauty to leave the residual lotus to listen to the rain! When the sun goes down, you can taste its magnificence; On the moon, the willow tip can taste its softness; Misty rain can taste its hazy beauty; Autumn water is dust-free, and you can taste its clear beauty. When is life not good? As long as there is a beautiful heart.

Where is life unsatisfactory, as long as there is a happy heart. Walking on the secluded path every day, listening to the empty mountains and birds, my heart and white clouds are idle.

Floating clouds are unintentional, and flowing water is unintentional. Stones, ancient trees, cliffs, precipices, wild flowers, weeds, and freedom flourish. Open your hands and embrace the blue sky, mountains and streams.

Cut off all dust ties and live in seclusion in the mountains. It is also a kind of leisure to blend in with nature and play with birds and clouds.

"Never tire of looking at each other, only respect Tingshan", the heart is not lonely. Life is just a journey of mountains, water, wind and rain. Walking will get old.

Hope is ahead, happiness is in your heart, no matter where you are or who you meet. What kind of way to start, what kind of way to end, passing by, passing by, are all scenery.

At first glance, it is all acacia. Every smile is warm.

Let's do it and cherish it, because all this is our fate in previous lives. See you in this life. The light and shadow are floating outside the window, and the indoor tea is overflowing. Lift a bottle of water and lift the newly picked violets. The stamens are swaying in the wind with a faint yellow color, which is light and smart.

I like this quietness, and I like the agility in this quietness. When I spread out the woolen paper and face a passage of Zhao Mengfu's Tao Te Ching in lower case, my heart will calm down, clear and relaxed.

This tea smells like a dream. Life is rare for half a day. I have a glazed heart, dreaming a faint dream, quietly writing some words, which have nothing to do with romance. You and I just want to pass this boring time, fragrant ourselves and beautiful years.

In the cool early autumn, I was making tea and leafing through some old manuscripts, and my mood was the same. Old moon, old wind, old mood, old dream, old road, old moss.

Often moved by his own story, a tear slowly slipped down the corner of his eye, like a drop of dew, condensed on the lotus leaf and lotus flower in the morning light, spinning for a long time. In the old days, acacia was placed in a basin, and when the breeze blew, it had the fragrance of the garden.

Pillow stone, pillow moon, pillow book to sleep. You don't have to read many books, just hold them quietly in your arms and put them in your palm, and you will be moved.

Bai Luomei said: "In the world, all gatherings are reunions after a long separation." People are the same, so are books.

In every book, there is a soul talking nonsense. Love is sometimes like a beautiful glass bottle, because it is too simple, so it is easy to break.

The broken sound can make everyone cry. Her broken body will cut her solid heart and shed bright blood. I call it a rose.

Blood, like roses, fills my heart, with a pure beauty, like a coquettish woman in a quiet night, full of bewitching charm, like a ghost. I know, this is a kind of self-abuse, a kind of fanaticism, with suffocating pleasure.

How many people, because of the pursuit of this kind of beauty, have pushed themselves to the hopeless abyss with deep affection. Sanmao's prose, Haizi's poems and Van Gogh's paintings are all my favorites, but they are all flames produced by burning life. Poppy is beautiful, but it hurts.

Blend the words into the maple red, the feelings into the boundless, the quiet beauty covers the earth, and the autumn shows her naked enthusiasm. No longer shy, naked, naked, like a woman in love, just waiting for you to love forever.

"A woman's life is like a flower, and dying in the palm of her hand is happiness." When a flower blooms, it must be folded straight, before it withers and is empty.

In fact, life is blooming. It is normal to be unhappy when opening and not sad when thanking.

Half seawater, half flame, thin stone, clear water and bright moon. Smoke haze, long diameter, maple red.

The water is thin and the mountains are cold, and the bones feel something; Cool breeze and bright moon, quiet; The haze is oblique and hazy; It is maple red and warm in the distance. Bend down and quietly pick up the fallen leaves on the ground, pick them up and throw them away.

Describe this poem with his family where you are going.

Bai Juyi's Thought of Appreciating the Moon

The family business is in a year of disaster, and the brothers are scattered.

After the war, the countryside was deserted and the flesh and blood fled to a foreign land.

The injured shadow is like a lonely wild goose, wandering like a broken-rooted autumn canopy.

* * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing.

Jiangchengzi sushi

On the 20th of the first month, Yi Mao remembered her dreams day and night.

Ten years of life and death,

Never think, never forget.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other when we meet,

Face covered with dust, temples like frost.

When night comes, the dream suddenly comes home.

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is expected that the annual sad place,

Moonlight night, short matsuoka.

Supplement:

Copy of

Lu you

Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine, mancheng spring willow;

East wind evil, thin heart,

A sad mood, staying away from the cable after a few years,

No, no, no.

Spring is the same, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and weak;

Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion,

Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.

Momomo.

Copy of

Tangwan

The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late;

The evening breeze withered tears.

If you want to convey your ideas, lean on the diagonal alone,

Difficult, difficult, difficult.

People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away;

The horn is cold and the night is hazy.

Afraid of being asked, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy,

Hide, hide, hide.

Li Yu's Meet You Huan

(-) Being alone in the west wing has nothing to say, and the moon is like a hook.

Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow.

It's not just the general taste.

It is too soon for Hualin to wither in spring.

Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

Cochineal tears are intoxicating and heavy.

Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

Autumn geese go, Hongyan comes. When the yellow flowers fall, the flowers fail.

When the water is full, it overflows, and the monthly surplus is lost.

Things in this world will not be so perfect.

Ask the world how to teach life and death.

Flying around, hot and cold several times.

Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.

You should have a saying, stratus clouds in Wan Li, sunset snow in Qian Shan,

Who is the only shadow?

--Yuan Haowen's "Fishing"

4. Poems describing people's parting from life and death

Yu Lou chun Yan Shu

On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off. The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower. 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.

Wang Fuji Wang Jian

Wangfu, the river is long; A woman turned to stone and never looked back. After days of rain, pedestrians turn to stones.

Nine unique works for Yaqing.

Why don't you wear a red skirt in the back of the car when you go for a walk in Dongshan Cloud? Luo Yiquan was in tears, so he kept silent and gave it to the king. You live in a painted building by the river, and my concubine lives in a cape to send tide. There are my homesick tears in the tide, but they don't flow in front of the building. My concubine is willing to draw a picture for the cloud, and you promise to see her come home on the 10th. I'm afraid you'll look back at the high city and lean against the tower to watch the sunset.

Nalan Xingde in butterfly lovers

Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. One night is like a ring, and the evening is a sigh. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice. Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.

The tallest building, covered.

Old worries, two eyebrows shy said. Remember for a long time, swim shoulder. The skirt covers the stockings and peach blossoms, and the thin shirt lightly fans the apricot blossom building. Travel several times, get drunk several times, stay several times. Unexpectedly, the spring breeze is broken. Unexpectedly, the clouds also dispersed. Old days are easy, but hate is hard to pay. Bees don't understand people's sufferings and swallows don't understand people's worries. When will the old love be over?

The grass is withering and the sun is setting.

With whom? The water in the West Lake is the tears of acacia.

Jiangchengzi piano hall

Willow trees in the west city make spring soft. Stay away from troubles. Tears can't be collected. I still remember my feelings. I once went back to the boat for the department. In the days of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water flowed in vain. Youth is not for teenagers. Hate you. When do you rest? When the flying catkins fall, they climb the stairs. Being by the river, I can't stop crying and have a lot on my mind.

A bunch of flowers make up Zhang Xian.

When was Gao Huaiyuan poor? There seems to be nothing more powerful than love in this world! The sadness of parting is implicated in countless wicker entanglements, not to mention the weeping willows in East Street. Ride away, the dust is constantly, where to recognize lang trace. Dissolution of binary pond liquid. Small radial communication between north and south. The ladder on the falcon pavilion has been removed, and after dusk, I still face the curtain alone and look at the oblique moon on it. It's better to hate your guts than to marry Dongfeng. Think about it carefully.

Zhang Sui County, Qian Qiu

Count the thrushes. Also report to Fang Fei. Cherish the spring and break the red. The rain is small and the wind is fierce, and the plum blossoms are green. Yongfeng willow, no one flies all day. Don't fiddle with the strings. Bitter to say. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. The night has passed and the east window is not white.

5. What are the poems about "parting of life and death"?

Poetry about "parting of life and death";

1. butterfly lovers read Endless Farewell.

Qing Dynasty: Wang Guowei

After reading all the bitterness of leaving this world, there are still so many scattered flowers that do not return. Flowers have nothing to say, and the green window is spring.

I will tell you under the acacia lamp that I have new love and old hatred for Qian Qian. Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.

2. Bodhisattva-level people, what made you leave so easily?

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Ask why you are suicidal, and how many months can you get together a year? Willow looks like silk at first glance, so the garden is in late spring.

Spring can't come back, and two oars separate the pine flowers. The old story was driven away by the cold wave, and the crying and hatred have not disappeared.

3. Old parting

Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang

Clear smoke and desert willow, not the parting wine.

More points out the jade whip cloud, heartbroken Jiangnan spring scenery

4. Ancient parting

Southern and Northern Dynasties: Jiang Yan

The beloved will be far away from Yanmenguan, so we have no choice but to say goodbye.

The sky in the sky covers thousands of miles, the dust on the ground carries Huang Yun, and it's getting dark. When will the wanderer come back?

Farewell is like yesterday, and the eaves have been exposed.

Although the grass has withered, there is nothing to regret. I am worried about my distant lover and I wonder if he is warm.

Love is far away, we are years old.

I wish I could see my face again, or Carida like Joan's branches.

I hope I can have something like Tu Youyou and Shuiping, and I will always be faithful to the people I love.

5. Old parting

Tang Dynasty: Guan Xiu

If you hate wine, you will get drunk.

I'm afraid that the Yangtze River water is full of tears for my children.

I'm not from this generation. Give someone an empty arm.

Meet again another day, and the breeze will move the world.

6. Yulin ridge, chilling and sad

Song Dynasty: 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. 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, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of 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?

7. Say goodbye to the viceroy and go to Shu for his post.

Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place.

Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.

8. Liang Zhu, windowsill, chrysanthemum, sadness, smoke, blue tears and dew.

Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

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. Shuidiao Song Tou Xuzhou Mid-Autumn Festival

Song Dynasty: Su Zhe

It's been too long since we broke up. It's the seventh Mid-Autumn Festival. Last year in the East, I looked at the moon and was depressed. Unexpectedly, on the mountain of Pancheng, an ancient Bianhe River drifted. Someone incited the fun, and the swan goose in the swan goose.

The guests in the living room are radiant. The moon is ruthless and unwilling to stay heavy. There are drinkers tonight, and they will live on the boat tomorrow night. It's sad to be apart. I'm afraid Rainbow will, so I don't go home, so I have to go upstairs.

10. Huanxisha has always been young and limited.

Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

I've always been young and limited, and it's easy to get hooked when I'm free. I don't want to talk frequently at banquets and songs.

It is better to pity the people in front of you than to miss the mountains and rivers.

6. The poem of parting of life and death

This poem about parting between life and death goes like this:

1. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romantic affairs. -Ouyang Xiu's "Lou Yuchun respects money and intends to return"

Interpretation: the feelings of life are deep. Don't hate this sadness, it has nothing to do with the breeze on the roof and the bright moon in the sky.

2. Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out. -Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"

Interpretation: since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention this bleak autumn, how can this kind of departure stand?

3. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. -Gao Shi's "Two Poems of Biedong University"

Interpretation: Don't worry that there is no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you.

There are gains and losses in the month, and flowers bloom and fade, thinking that life is the hardest to leave. -Zhang Mingshan's "Pu Tianle Chanting Poems"

Interpretation: The full moon is rare, flowers bloom and fall, and the most bitter thing in life is to leave.

5. Decline orchids to send guests to Xianyang Road. If there is love in the sky, it will be old. -He Zhu's "It's hard to walk with a tiger's hand tied"

Commentary: withered bluegrass bid farewell to distant guests on the ancient road leading to Xianyang. If heaven has feelings, it will grow old with sorrow.

6. Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. -Li Yu's "Clean Sand Order, Rain Outside the Curtain"

Interpretation: When the sun goes down, leaning against the railings of high-rise buildings alone, looking into the distance, because I think of the infinite mountains and rivers I had in the past, I will feel infinite sadness in my heart. It's easy to leave, but difficult to see again.

7. I once said goodbye to Beauty Bridge, but I hate that I have no news yet. -Liu Yuxi's Yang Liuzhi

Interpretation: When I left the beautiful woman, I was afraid that I would never see you again in my life.

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.

Interpretation: The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to leave when leaving. Besides, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to harvest, which is even more sad.

9. I advise you to drink more, there is no reason to go out. -Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"

Interpretation: I sincerely advise my friends to have another glass of wine. It's hard to meet old relatives when you go west from Yangguan.

10. Affectionate but spring court month, still seems to leave people sunny. -Zhang Mi "The Sender"

Interpretation: Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines in the courtyard away from people.

1 1. An old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. -Li Bai's Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.

Commentary: The old friend waved to me frequently, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and went on a long trip to Yangzhou on this catkin-like and flowery March spring day.

12. Snow used to be like flowers, but now it is like snow. -Fan Yun's "Don't Poetry"

Interpretation: When I left, the snow fell like a flower, and now I come back, as white as snow.

13. Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked up. -Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"

Interpretation: hold hands and look at each other, full of tears, until the end, there is nothing to say, a thousand words in the throat can not be said.

7. Poems mourning the death of loved ones

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind will not stop, and the son wants to be filial but not close.

From: [Han] Han Ying's Biography of Chinese Poetry

Relatives went to visit immortals, but they didn't get the blessing of their children and grandchildren. Wandering thousands of miles away, how to think.

Relatives swam away, but their children and grandchildren didn't touch them. Wandering thousands of miles, missing thousands of Baidu.

Relatives all went to Xianyou, but they didn't gather in the children's and grandchildren's building. Wandering souls travel thousands of miles, how to think about sorrow.

Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi remembers the dream of the 20th day of the first month.

Su Shi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless.

Never think, never forget.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. [ 1]

Even if we don't know each other when we meet,

Face covered with dust, temples like frost.

When night came, my dream suddenly came home.

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is expected that the heartbreak will break every year.

Moonlight night, short matsuoka.

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[1] Meng Jie's Five Poems of Clever Differentiation contains a poem given to her husband by Zhang Qikong: "If you want to know the heartbroken place, the moon shines on the lonely grave."

/kloc-At the age of 0/9, Su Shi married Wang Fu of the same county, and later went out to be an official in Shu. Husband and wife are good at harps and harps, and there is sweetness in bitterness. Ten years later, Wang Fu died and was buried in his hometown Zuying. This word was written by Su Shi ten years after Wang Fu's death after he had a dream in Mizhou. Although the living and the dead are separated forever, the emotional bond is knotted and exists forever. The phrase "never forget" seems ordinary, but it is heartfelt and sincere.

"Don't think" is extremely heartless, and "self-destruction" is a life-and-death contract of getting pregnant without tasting one day. This feeling is deeply buried in my heart and it is hard to get rid of it. I am used to the loving words of "I don't think for a day, but I gather my eyebrows a thousand degrees" (Liu Yong). Looking at Su Shi's poems again, we can feel that they are writing emotional types at different stages of life. The former is the feeling of youth, passionate and romantic, but easy to fade. The latter is a normal relationship between husband and wife who have been living together for life after entering middle age. Like daily life, it is bland, yet light and eternal, long and profound. Su Shi has always appreciated the artistic style of "dry outside and paste inside, seemingly light but beautiful in fact", and this is exactly the feeling expressed in this word, so he can never die.

Another noteworthy point of this word is that the encounter between husband and wife in this dream clearly marks the difference between life and death. Wang Fu in Sakura Dream is "Xiao Xuan window, dressing up", just like a young woman who has not been married for a long time. Her image is beautiful and brings out the joy of Su Shi's boudoir. But the changes in the world in the past decade, especially the psychological trauma, are obvious to both sides.

Su Shi's mood is very old because of the ups and downs of his official career and his running from north to south. When Wang Fu met Su Shi, he was also "caring for each other without words, only tears", as if he were talking about the infinite grief after "Where are you going?" The hardships of life also have a potential and far-reaching impact on unconscious dreams. In the last three sentences, I imagined the loneliness and sadness of my dead wife buried in the ground. In fact, two hearts are interlinked, and the living miss the dead more.