Poems recalling the past

1. Come to dream together at night, but cry in the morning.

Meng Wei Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.

Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.

You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.

Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?

Explanation:

I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel.

I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years.

I think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being.

Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?

2, hard work cherishes the sun and the moon, the past is like a ring, and the past is like a sigh.

"When you die in Hua Lian, you will be the most compassionate." Qing: Nalan Xingde.

Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. The past is like a ring, and it has become 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.

Explanation:

The most difficult and pitiful thing is the bright moon in the sky. Only one night in January is a full moon like Yuhuan, and the rest of the time is like an incomplete jade Jue. If I can be as bright as the moon wheel all my life, I will give up the coolness like ice and snow to give you heat.

Unfortunately, the fate of human dust is easy to end, and the swallow is still standing on the curtain hook lightly. In autumn, I sang a song in front of your grave, but my sadness didn't decrease at all. How I wish I could play with you on the grass like a butterfly in spring.

3, the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which used to be a stunning photo.

"Two Poems of Shenyuan" Song: Lu You

First of all:

On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the Shen Garden is not a revival pool platform.

Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.

Second:

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.

Explanation:

First of all:

The sound of painting corners on the wall seems to be mourning, and Shen Garden is no longer the original Chige.

The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful shadow floating here like a rainbow.

Second:

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.

4. Come on, pear flower falls.

It was wrong to pick mulberry seeds at that time. Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.

Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.

Explanation:

Now I know that I was wrong, my heart was sad and confused, my tears fell silently, and all I saw was the spring breeze, but things were different from before.

Later, I realized that I had no choice but to say goodbye later. If I leave like this, pear flower falls will be finished.

The moon is already in the west of the sky.

5, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable.

Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's Dream on the 20th of the First Month Song: Su Shi.

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. (heartbreak

A work: heartbreak)

Explanation:

It's been ten years since I said goodbye to you, but it's still hard to forget. Lonely graves are thousands of miles away, and there is nowhere to tell the sadness in my heart. Even if you meet me, I'm afraid you won't recognize me. Running around is dusty and icy.

I went back to my hometown in my dream last night and saw you dressing in front of the mirror at the small window. You and I are speechless, only tears fall thousands of lines. Supposedly, the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where my wife is heartbroken every year.