1. Poems about expressing love
Poems about expressing love 1. Poems about lovesickness
First of all, Wang Wei's "Lovesickness" best expresses your feelings. Missing.
Lovesickness
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches will appear in spring.
I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
Red bean, the name of the plant, was born in the south of the Yangtze River and is known as Acacia. The poem writes about the feeling of lovesickness, but the whole poem is inseparable from Hongdou, and the name of the poem is used to relate the feelings of lovesickness.
The next few lines are all about lovesickness:
The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it anymore. - Liu Yong's "Feng Qiwu"
The relationship between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your son's hand and grow old together. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs·Beifeng·Drumming"
If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? -Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal"
When will we know when we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night. - Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
If you see a beautiful woman, you will never forget her. If you don't see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy. -Anonymous "Feng Qiu Huang·Qin Song"
Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. -Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Li Si"
The king is like dust on the road, and the concubine is like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet in harmony? -Cao Zhi's "The Moon Ascends a High Building"
After a desolate farewell, the two respond to each other, and the most indescribable one is the bright moon. - Nalan Xingde's "Yu Meiren"
Huanjun's pearls shed tears, wishing they had met before they were married. -Zhang Ji's "Yan of a Chaste Woman"
How to make you meet me, at my most beautiful moment, for this, I have been praying in front of the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to let us form a mortal relationship. -Xi Murong's "A Blossoming Tree"
Seeing each other is like arguing but not seeing each other, and being affectionate is not like being ruthless. - Sima Guang's "Moon over the West River"
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. -Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai"
I know that my body and my love will always be there, and I look forward to the sound of the water at the head of the river. -Li Shangyin's "Late Autumn Tour in Qujiang"
People's sentiments have become less sentimental, and now they are really not sentimental. - Nalan Xingde's "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi"
How many lovesickness can come from a one-night stand, even though the world is far away. -Zhang Zhongsu's "Swallow Tower"
Asking what love is in the world, it teaches you the promise of life and death. -Yuan Haowen's "One of Two Songs for Touching Fish"
There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart. - Li Shangyin's "Untitled"
The water smoke sinks in the beast's furnace and the remaining flowers in the green marsh are written line by line in the biography of lovesickness. -Zhang Kejiu's "Sai Hongqiu"
Only if you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love lovesickness, and it will harm lovesickness. -Xu Zaisi's "Order of Gui Gui"
There are thousands of lovesickness thoughts, and there is no place in the world to arrange it. -Li Guan's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
Today or later, I will meet this beloved man. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs·Tang Feng·Mao Miao"
As time goes by, this hatred will last forever. -Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on the ground, I wish to be a twig. -Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
These poems are all about longing. I hope it will be helpful to the original poster!
Finally, I wish the author and his girlfriend happiness!
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2. Poems expressing longing
Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. —— Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Lisi, Part 4"
There was a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which was suspected to be frost on the ground. ——Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"
Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads. —— Ma Zhiyuan, "Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts"
Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. ——Wang Wei "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th"
Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches will appear in spring. ——Wang Wei's "Lovesickness"
The exquisite dice and the red beans make me miss you deeply. ——Wen Tingyun's "Two Poems of Nan Ge Zi"
Who do you want to describe lovesickness like? Lovers don't know. ——Yan Jidao's "Sauvignon Blanc·Sauvignon Blanc"
Looking up at the bright moon, lowering your head to miss your hometown. ——Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"
Take the flower bush and look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
——Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Li Si·Four"
The brocade harp has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past. —— Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"
Only if you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness. ——Xu Zaisi's "Zhe Gui Ling·Spring Love"
I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love. ——Li Zhiyi, "Bu Shuzi·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River"
As the sun sets in the west, the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. —— Ma Zhiyuan's "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn Thoughts"
Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I want to write a book with great meaning. ——Zhang Ji's "Autumn Thoughts"
The scenery is different when autumn comes in Saixia, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. ——Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts"
I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River. —— Li Qingzhao's "Summer Quatrains"
The Qiang Guan is covered with frost, people are sleepless, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears. ——Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts"
A cup of dirty wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but there is no way for Yan Ran to return home. ——Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts"
The above is for reference only.
3. Famous ancient poems about lovesickness, parting, and sorrow
1. Die Lianhua
The author Liu Yong was in the Song Dynasty
Standing in a dangerous building, the breeze is gentle. Looking forward to the extremely sad spring, the sky is gloomy. The grass is dimly illuminated by smoke. Who would be speechless?
I plan to get drunk on the madness. Singing to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt gradually becomes wider and I will never regret it. It makes people feel haggard because of Yixiao.
Translation
I stood on a high building, with the thin spring breeze blowing in my face, looking far into the distance, endless sorrow filled the sky. The setting sun was shining slantingly and the grass was misty. Who could understand my intention of leaning silently on the railing? I wanted to indulge myself and get drunk for a while. When I raised my wine glass during the singing, I felt that I was trying to have fun but it was not interesting. I don't feel any regret as I lose weight day by day. I am willing to be haggard for you.
2. Magpie Bridge Immortal·Xianyun makes tricks
Author Qin Guan Song Dynasty
Xianyun makes tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and the distance between Yin and Han is dark. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they be together day and night?
Translation
The thin clouds are ever-changing in the sky, the shooting stars in the sky convey the sadness of lovesickness, and I quietly pass through the distant and endless Milky Way tonight. Meeting on the Chinese Valentine's Day in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those couples in the world who have been together for a long time but seem to be inseparable.
*** tells of lovesickness, tenderness is like water, the brief meeting is like a dream, and when we part, I can't bear to look at the Magpie Bridge Road. As long as our love lasts until death, there is no need to covet the happiness of each other.
3. Yu Linling
Author Liu Yong, Dynasty Song Dynasty
The chilling cicadas are sad, it is late in the pavilion, and the showers have begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out of the Qingqiu Festival! Where will you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
Translation
The cicadas after autumn were chirping so sadly and urgently. Facing the pavilion, a heavy rain had just stopped. We set up a tent outside Kyoto to say goodbye, but we were not in the mood to have a drink. When we were reluctant to leave, the people on the boat were already urging us to set off. They held hands and looked at each other, with tears streaming down their cheeks and thousands of words stuck in their throats.
This journey is another journey, thousands of miles away, a wave of smoke, the misty night sky in Chudi is actually boundless. Since ancient times, the saddest thing for passionate people is separation, not to mention that in this bleak and desolate autumn, how can we bear the sorrow of separation! Who knows where I will be when I wake up tonight? I am afraid that only the bank of willows will face the shrill morning wind and the waning moon at dawn.
After being separated for so many years, the people I love are no longer together. I expect that even if we encounter good weather and beautiful scenery, it will be just a lie. Even if you are full of affection, who can you enjoy it with?
4. Traveling alone in Qujiang in late autumn
Author Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty
When the lotus leaves are growing, spring hates them, and when the lotus leaves wither, autumn hates them.
I know that my love will always be there, and I look at the sound of the river at the head of the river.
Translation
When the lotus leaves first grow, the hatred of spring has already arisen. When the lotus leaves wither, autumn resentment comes again. I deeply know that as long as we are alive in this world, our love will last forever. How melancholy, only the sound of the endless river water.
5. Four of the Five Poems of Lisi
Author Yuan Zhen, Tang Dynasty
Once upon a time, it was difficult to find water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Take the flower bush to look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Translation
Once you have been to the sea, you will not care about the water elsewhere; except for Wushan, you will not call the clouds anywhere else clouds. I walked through the flowers in a hurry, not bothering to look back. The reason for this is partly because of the asceticism of the monks, and partly because of the you I once had.
4. Who can recommend a few poems expressing lovesickness?
Xijiang Yue Sima Guangbao's bun is loosely tied, and the plum blossoms are lightly made up. The red and green mist is light and flying. The fluffy gossamer is uncertain. Seeing each other is like not seeing each other, and being affectionate still seems to be ruthless. After the music and songs are over, the wine is slightly sober. The moon is leaning in the deep courtyard and people are quiet. The fairy Qin on the magpie bridge is playing tricks on the thin clouds, the flying stars are spreading hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness.
As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home.
If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they be together day and night? Poppy, Qin Guan The green peaches planted and dewed in the sky are not ordinary flowers. The water is scattered deep in the chaotic mountains. For whom does a jade-like branch bloom? What's the limit to the light cold and drizzle? It's hard to control the spring if you don't know it. So why not be intoxicated for you? I'm afraid it will break my heart when I wake up! Yu Linling Liu Yong The chilling cicadas are miserable.
It's late at night in Changting, and the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times. Even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival.
Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze. This passing year should be a time of good times and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell them about them? Feng Qiwu Liu Yong Standing leaning against the dangerous building, the wind blows softly.
Looking at the extreme spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy. The grass is dimly illuminated by smoke.
Who would be speechless? I plan to get drunk on the madness.
Singing to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt gradually becomes wider and I will never regret it.
People feel haggard because of Yixiao. Recalling the Emperor's Capital Liu Yong's Thin Quilt and Small Pillow Weather.
The feeling of separation. After a few colder nights, I still fall asleep again after I wake up.
After all, without sleep, a night is as long as a year. I also planned to wait, but returned to collect the bridle.
Fighting for Nai again, a plan has been made. Thousands of thoughts, many solutions, only to be lonely and bored.
My whole life is my heart, and I will shed a thousand tears for you. Butterflies are in love with flowers, chrysanthemums are worried about smoke, orchids are weeping with dew, the curtain is light and cold, and swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hate, and the slant light reaches the dawn and penetrates Zhuhu. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I climbed up to the tall building alone, looking across the road to the end of the world. If you want to send a colorful note, there is no ruler. You will know where the mountains are and the rivers are far away. The colorful sleeves of Partridge and Tianyan held the jade bell diligently, but they were drunk and red when they fought hard.
Dance low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, and sing to the wind under the peach blossom fan. After we said goodbye, we met again and again, and shared our dreams with you several times.
There are only a few silver photos left tonight, as if the encounter was a dream. The Sapphire Case, Yuan Eve, Xin Qiji. The east wind blows thousands of flowers into the trees at night, and even blows them down, making stars like rain.
BMW’s car-carvings fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.
The golden strands of moth snow and willow trees are filled with laughter and hidden fragrance. People searched for him thousands of times.
Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place. Fisherman's Proud Chen Xishan Leaning alone in front of the peak of Jiuling Mountain.
The brows are furrowed and the intestines are broken. The beauty in pink is sad and farewell.
No matter what. Climbing mountains and facing water is a must every year.
Always remember that we came together and are here alone. The lone boat floats in the lake light at night.
The fading grass and the setting sun are infinitely meaningful. Who will send it? The water of West Lake is the tears of lovesickness.
Jiang Chengzi Qin Guan The willows in the west city make spring soft. Move away from worries.
The tears are hard to hold back. I still remember how sentimental I was and how I once returned to the boat.
What happened that day at Biye Zhuqiao, no one was seen, and the water flowed empty. Time is not reserved for young people.
Hate Youyou. When will you rest?
When the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, I go upstairs. The spring river is full of tears, endless flow, and a lot of sorrow.
A Cluster of Flowers Zhang Xian hurt Gao Huaiyuan when he was poor. Nothing is as strong as love.
The sorrow of separation is causing chaos in thousands of threads, and the wind and rain are flying in the east road. The cavalry is getting further and further away, and the dust is constantly collecting. Where can I find the trace of Lang?
The water in Shuangyuan Pond is soluble. The north and south are connected by Xiaoradi.
After dusk in the Ladder Henghua Pavilion, it was still the slanting moonlight curtain. Deep regret and careful thinking are not as good as peaches and apricots, but they are still married to the east wind.
Qianqiu Sui Zhang Xian said several times. Report to Fangfei again.
Xichun even broke off the remaining red. The rain is light, the wind is stormy, and the plums are green.
Yongfeng willow, no one is there, and the sun is flying with flowers and snow. Don't pluck the unitary string.
The resentment can be said. As time goes by, love never ends.
The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it. The night has passed, and the moon is still shining brightly at the east window.
The magnolias and Zhang Xian are separated only to dream of meeting each other, and the dust of horse hooves outside the door has moved. The song of resentment is left to be listened to when drunk, and it is sent to the sky from afar. Tonight, the wind and moon know who is sleeping, and the sound of the phoenix on the pipa trough is swallowed. There is nothing more sentimental than anything in life, and the river is not deep and the mountain is not heavy. When Ouyang Xiu, a student of Chazi, last year on the night of the Lantern Festival, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk.
On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I can't see anyone from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are filled with tears.
Fortune teller Li Zhiyi I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink the water of the Yangtze River.
When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.
Expressing Heartfelt Feelings Gu Hong Where do you leave people in Yong Ye? When the sound comes, the fragrant pavilion covers it. The eyebrows are furrowed, the moon is about to sink, how can we bear to find each other? Resent the lonely quilt.
If I change my heart for yours, we will know each other and remember each other deeply. Maipitang Yuan Hao asked me what is love in the world? Direct teaching promises life and death. Traveling from all over the world, Lao Chi'er has experienced many cold and heat events.
Happiness is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more idiotic children in it. Your words should be spoken, the clouds are far away and the snow is falling on thousands of mountains. Who is the shadow going to? On Hengfen Road, the sound of drums was heard in loneliness.
The desolate smoke is still plain. How come the souls are summoned, and the mountain ghosts secretly cry in the wind and rain.
The sky is also jealous. If you don’t believe it, the orioles and swallows are all in the dust. For thousands of years, in order to entertain the scholar, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.
, There are fragrant grasses everywhere. Jiangchengzi Su Dongpo's ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken heart will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines. A Cut of Plum Blossoms by Li Qingzhao A gauze cabinet with jade pillows, it’s cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Yu Lou Chun Yan Shu Changting Road with green poplars and fragrant grass, it is easy to go there when you are young and abandon people. The lingering dream at the top of the building is five o'clock in the morning, and the March rain is leaving the flowers behind.
Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands. When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love.
Wang Jian's Stone Wang Jian Looking at my husband, the river is long; it turns into stone and does not look back. On the top of the mountain, it is windy and rainy every day, and the stone responds to the words of travelers returning.
Jiu Jue writes for Ya Qing Hu Chu When you go to Dongshan to ride on the chaotic clouds, why don’t you take the red skirt in the car behind you? The clothes are full of spring tears, and I can only hold them in silence to send you off. The king lives by the river and builds a painting building, and the concubine lives on the promontory to watch the tide.
In the tide, there are tears of lovesickness among my concubines, and they won’t even flow until they are in front of the building. I would like to draw a bow for the clouds, and you will see the return voyage in ten days.
I am afraid that you will look back across the high city, leaning against the river tower to watch the sunset. The Highest Building Cheng Gai talks about old things and feels embarrassed.
Remember and travel with your shoulders. The skirts and stockings are on the peach blossom bank, and the thin shirt is gently fanning the apricot blossom tower.
Several trips, several times of drunkenness, several times of stay. Unexpectedly, the spring breeze has broken.
Who would have expected that the morning clouds would also fly away. It is easy to grow old, but it is difficult to repay hatred.
Bees cannot understand people’s suffering, and swallows cannot explain people’s sorrows.
5. Are there any poems that express lovesickness?
After death, I know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as in all nine states.
Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifices.
"Shi'er" is a seven-character quatrain composed by Lu You, a poet in the Song Dynasty. It is the poet's last work.
This poem conveys the poet's complex thoughts and emotions when he was dying and his patriotic feelings of concern for the country and the people. It expresses the poet's lifelong wish and pours out the poet's full sadness. There is endless regret, but also a firm belief that the sacred cause will succeed. The language of the whole poem is not artificial and expresses the heart directly.
The emotions contained and accumulated in the poem are extremely deep and strong, but they are expressed in extremely simple and plain language, thus naturally achieving a real and moving artistic effect. After the death of the work, I know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou.
Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifices. Lu You (1125-1210), known as Ziwuguan, also known as Fangweng, was a Han nationality and a native of Shanyin, Yuezhou (now Shaoxing). He was a writer, historian and patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty.
Lu You was born when the Northern Song Dynasty was overthrown, and he was deeply influenced by his family's patriotism when he was young. During the reign of Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty, he participated in the examination of the Ministry of Rites, but his official career was not smooth because he was rejected by Qin Hui.
After Emperor Xiaozong of the Song Dynasty came to the throne, he was granted a Jinshi background and served successively as the registrar of Ningde County in Fuzhou, the official of the imperial edict, and the general magistrate of Longxing Prefecture. Because of his persistence in resisting the Jin Dynasty, he was repeatedly rejected by the Zhuhe faction. In the seventh year of Qiandao (1171), at the invitation of Sichuan Xuanfu envoy Wang Yan, he joined the army and served in the Nanzheng shogunate.
The following year, the shogunate was dissolved, and Lu You was ordered to enter Shu, where he became acquainted with Fan Chengda. After Emperor Guangzong of the Song Dynasty succeeded to the throne, he was promoted to be a doctor in the Ministry of Rites and a reviewer of the Academy of Records. Soon after, he was dismissed from office and returned to his hometown for "mocking and chanting the wind and moon".
In the second year of Jiatai (1202), Emperor Ningzong of the Song Dynasty ordered Lu You to go to Beijing and preside over the compilation of Xiaozong and Guangzong's "Records of the Two Dynasties" and "History of the Three Dynasties". After the book was completed, Lu You lived in seclusion in Shanyin for a long time. He passed away in the second year of Jiading (1210) and left his last work "Shi'er".
Lu You kept writing all his life and made great achievements in both poetry and prose. His poems have easy-to-understand language and neat and rigorous composition. They combine Li Bai's majestic and unrestrained and Du Fu's melancholy and desolate, and are especially full of patriotic enthusiasm for his poems. It has far-reaching influence on future generations. Lu You also has a talent for history. His "Book of the Southern Tang Dynasty" is "concise and accurate", and the historical commentary is colorful and has high historical value.
Comments on the translated words and phrases: Shier: Write it to your sons. Yuan Zhi: I originally knew.
Yuan means "original". originally.
In most textbooks such as Jiangsu Education Edition, the first line of this poem is "Death means that all things are empty", but in the old People's Education Edition and other textbooks, it is "Death means that all things are empty", because It is a pseudonym, so it does not affect the artistic conception of the poem, which is still controversial. Most textbooks such as the People's Education Press use "yuan", and Tongqi characters are rarely used.
Nothing is left: nothing. But: just.
Sad: Sad Jiuzhou: This refers to China in the Song Dynasty. In ancient times, China was divided into Kyushu, so Kyushu is often used to refer to China.
Same as: unity. Master Wang: Guide the army of the Song Dynasty.
Beiding: pacify the north. Central Plains: refers to the area north of the Huaihe River occupied by the Jin people.
Family sacrifice: Offer sacrifices to ancestors in the family. Never forget: Don’t forget.
Naiweng: Your father refers to Lu You himself. I originally knew that when I died, everything in the world would have nothing to do with me; the only thing that saddened me was that I could not see the reunification of the motherland with my own eyes.
Therefore, when the day comes when the imperial army regains the lost territory in the Central Plains, and you hold family sacrifices, don’t forget to tell your fathers the good news! Creation Background The poem "Shi'er" is Lu You's last work, written in December of the second year of Jiading, Emperor Ningzong of the Song Dynasty (January 1210 AD). At this time, Lu You was eighty-five years old and could not afford to fall ill. Before his death, he wrote this poem to his sons.
This is not only the poet's will, but also the poet's last call for resistance.
6. What are the poems that convey the feeling of longing?
Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not clouds.
--Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty Lisi once had a difficult time in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears for others until dawn. -- Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty Farewell (two poems) Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February.
The spring breeze blows ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when the bead curtain is rolled up. Passionate but always ruthless, I can't laugh in front of you.
The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears for others until dawn. It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
--Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty When we meet without a title, it is difficult to say goodbye, and it is also difficult to say goodbye. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
When I look into the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. --Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty Untitled Last Night Stars Last Night Wind, West of the Painting Building and East of Guitang.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. Separate seats are served with spring wine to warm them up, and separate seats are covered with candles and covered with red lamps.
I listened to the drums and went to answer the officials, walking around Malantai and turning around. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time! --Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty Fifty strings of brocade strings are unprovoked, one string and one column reflect the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time! How can I cut off the candles from the west window and say that it rains at night in Bashan? --Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty. The night rain sent a message to the Lord of the North to inquire about the return date, but the return date has not been scheduled. The night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond.
How can I cut off the candles from the west window and say it rains at night in Bashan? Flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom, but don’t wait to break branches when there are no flowers left.
-- Du Qiuniang of the Tang Dynasty. I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes. I advise you to cherish your youth. Flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom, but don’t wait to break branches when there are no flowers left.
In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on the earth, I wish to be a twig. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
--Song of Everlasting Sorrow by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty.