1. Flowers drift and water flows by itself. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure. _ _ Li Qingzhao's
Interpretation of "A Cut of Plum, Fragrant Lotus Root and Residual Jade in the Autumn": Flowers drift by themselves, while water drifts by themselves. A kind of parting acacia, which affects two leisure worries.
2. I miss you every day, and I drink the Yangtze River water. _ _ Li Zhiyi's
Interpretation: I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day but I can't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River.
3. The willows are green in Jiang Shuiping, and I hear the songs on the Langjiang River. _ _ Liu Yuxi's Two Poems on Bamboo Branches
Interpretation: Yangliuqing River is wide and flat, and I hear the lover singing on the river.
4. I want to send colored stationery with size. The mountains are long and the waters are vast. _ _ Yan Shu's
Interpretation: I want to send a letter to my sweetheart. But the mountains are endless, the clear water is endless, and I don't know where my sweetheart is.
5. I don't know who I want to talk about lovesickness. _ _ Yan Jidao's "Sauvignon Blanc"
Interpretation: Who should I tell you about this lovesickness? People who are fickle and disloyal cannot understand it.
6. I only hope that your heart is like mine, and you will not miss it. _ _ Li Zhiyi's "I live at the head of the Yangtze River"
Interpretation: I only hope that your mind is the same as mine, and you will certainly live up to this mutual yearning.
7. the high lantern flickers; and deeper grows my longing, I lift the shade and, with many a sigh, gaze upon the moon. _ _ Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc Part I"
Interpretation: I miss her soul at night, and the lonely lamp is dim with me; Roll up the curtains and look at the bright moon, sighing for the moon in vain.
8. I miss you like a dragon's water, and I hear sobbing for a long time. _ _ Yong Yuzhi's
Interpretation: Missing you is like a full moon in the horizon, and the brilliance is weakened night after night.
9. The breeze and the bright moon are bitter and homesick, and the prodigal son has been in the army for more than ten years. _ _ Wang Wei's "Yizhou Song"
Interpretation: I miss you very much on a clear breeze and bright moon night. Wandering man, you have been in the army for more than ten years.
1. I think of you far away, beyond the blue sky, and my eyes that once were sparkling, is now a fountain of tears. _ _ Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc II
Interpretation: I remember my lover, who was far away from the sky. The eyes that gave me the glad eye have now become the source of tears.
11. When I miss my hometown after a long separation, I will use this poem to express it: lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
definition: I can't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I can't help but bow my head and think of my distant hometown. 2. There are more ancient poems about missing. Oh
Thinking about so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed and could there have been a frost already? at night.
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home. On the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong is a stranger in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives every festive season.
I know from a distance where my brother climbs, and there is one less person in the dogwood. Shangshan leaves early in the morning and starts to levy taxes, and the guests are sad about their hometown.
chickens crow in Maodian Moon, and there is no trace of Banqiao frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.
Because of thinking about Duling's dream, the wild geese have returned to the pond, and the hometown of Tang and Cen Can in on meeting a messenger to the capital has a long way to go, and the dragon bell with double sleeves is crying. Meet you at once, without pen and paper, please tell my family that I am safe.
People miss Xue Daoheng every day. It's only seven days since spring, and they have been away from home for two years. The days of returning home are behind the birds returning to the earth, but the idea of going home is there before the spring flowers are open.
It's been ten frosts in Bingzhou, Liuzao Guest House in Shuofang, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry dry water, but I hope that Bing is my hometown.
On a spring night in Los Angeles, I heard the flute, and Li Bai's Yu Di was flying in the dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to feel homesick.
Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, Qiu Si, I want to write a book with a lot of meaning. I can't talk about my fears in a hurry, and pedestrians are coming to Kaifeng. In winter, I feel homesick in the mountains-Zhouhe Daye begins to be strict, and the sky is clear and the color is clear. Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in mountains.
collect the snow from the window on the back of the day, and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice. Suddenly I returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling.
homesick outside the river, Wei Zhuang is sad in a foreign land every spring, which Du Qu and Oriole can know. See the river bank gradually falling sun, as if the heart was torn into pieces of willow leaves.
Autumn winds lead Liu Yuxi to the autumn wind, and the rustling sends the geese. Lonely guests are the first to smell it when they come into the courtyard trees. Sauvignon Blanc (a trip to Nalan) takes a trip to the mountain and a trip to the water, and it is a thousand lights at night. As soon as the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of breaking the hometown fails, so there is no such sound in the garden.
In Tianjingsha, Qiu Si is a faint crow with withered vines, a small bridge with flowing water, and a thin horse with an ancient road and a west wind. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
red bean when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches. Hope miss the person to collect more, Xiao Xiao red bean caused people.
A plum boat crossing Wujiang (Jie Jiang) is full of spring worries. The boat on the river shakes and the curtain moves upstairs.
qiuniangdu and tainiangqiao. The wind is fluttering and the rain is drizzling.
when will you go home to wash your guest robes? The silver word is sheng Diao, and the heart word is fragrant.
streamers throw people away easily. Cherry is red and banana is green.
I have a feeling about a chapter (Tan Sitong). Everything in the world is anxious for spring, and now I cry to Cang Ming. 4 million people shed tears together, where is China in the end of the world?
a letter from Beijing Normal University [Ming] Yuan Kaijiang River is 3, miles long, with 15 lines of letters. There is no other word between me, just tell me to return to my hometown as soon as possible.
17 songs! Please, pick me ~ ~ ~. 3. Poems expressing feelings of missing
that we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree..
earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever. If the two feelings are long-lasting, they will not be in the court.
-------Qin Guan's "Queqiao" will not be lovesick all his life, but will be lovesick, which will harm lovesick. -Yuan Xu Zaisi's "themoon Qu * Chun Qing" is full of affection and hate since ancient times, and the origin of good dreams is the easiest to wake up.
-clear; Shi Qing's "The Story of the Creek" is full of acacia and tears, throwing red beans, and endless spring flowers and flowers. ----Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions says that he is homesick under the acacia tree, but Silang hates mandy.
-Republic of China: Liang Qichao held hands and looked at him with tears, but he was speechless and choked. Affection hurts parting since ancient times.
this past year should be a good time and a good scene. Even if there is full of emotion, and who can enjoy it with? ! -Liu Yong's "Yulinling" flowers drift and water flows.
one kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure worries. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to mind.
looking for it, it's lonely and sad. This time, what a sad word? -Li Qingzhao's "The Sound is Slow" went to the West Building without a word.
the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
keep cutting. The reason is still chaotic.
it's sadness. It's not the usual taste. and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.
---------Li Shangyin's "Jinse" looked for him in the crowd, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. -Xin Qiji's "Qingyun Case * Yuanxi" flowers can be folded straight, so don't wait for no flowers to be folded! -Tang Du Qiuniang's "The Witchwear" is full of fragrance, and it is heartbreaking.
-------Li Bai's "Qingpingdiao No.2" shows no regret when the belt gradually widens, which makes people haggard for the sake of Iraq. -Song; Liu Yong's "Fengqitong" has become empty and still like a dream.
--------Li Yu's "Midnight Song * How Can I Avoid Life's Sorrow and Hatred?" You know what I mean, and I feel pity for you. You must ask for it! -----Li Yu's "More Leaky Golden Birds" is on the head of a willow, and people are about after dusk. -Zhu Shuzhen's "Shanchazi" meets each other, and it seems to be ruthless.
---------Xijiang Moon by Sima Guang. When there is poverty in the horizon, there is only endless lovesickness. ---------"Spring on the Jade Building" in yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn, though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix.
-Tang; Li Shangyin's Untitled Life has been infatuated since ancient times, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. -Song; Ou Yang Xiu's "Spring on the Jade Tower". 4. An ancient poem expressing the feelings of missing
Thinking about the moonlight in front of Li Bai's bed in the quiet night is suspected to be frost on the ground.
look up at the moon, and look down at your hometown. Wang Wei of on the mountain holiday thinking of my brothers in shandong is a stranger in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives every festive season.
I know from a distance where my brother climbs, and there is one less person in the dogwood. Fifteen nights looking at the moon, Wang Jian's atrium, Bai Shu roosting crow, Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.
I don't know whose house Qiu Si will fall into tonight. Qiu Si, a native of Luoyang, saw the autumn wind, and he wanted a writer to write a book.
I can't talk about the fear in a hurry, and pedestrians are coming and opening. -Autumn wind attracts-Where does Liu Yuxi get autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the geese.
when the morning comes into the court tree, the lone guest hears it first. -Sauvignon Blanc takes a trip to Nalanxing Deshan, a trip to the water, and walks towards Yuguan, with a thousand lights at night.
when the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of breaking the hometown fails, so there is no such sound in my hometown. Tianjingsha Qiu Si withered vine old tree faint crow, small bridge flowing water family, ancient road west wind thin horse.
when the sun sets, heartbroken people are far away. It's only seven days since Xue Daoheng entered the spring, and it's been two years since I left home.
when people fall into the wild goose, they think before the flowers. Homesick in winter-Zhou He Daye begins to be strict, and the sky is clear and the color is clear.
the trees are cold, birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains. Collect the snow in the window on the back of the day and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.
I suddenly returned to my old country, thinking of Xiling alone. Homesickness outside the river Wei Zhuang is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu Oriole can know it.
I was even more heartbroken by the sunset on the river bank. Now, nearing my village, meeting people, I dare not ask a single question-Don Song Zhiwen > You who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there! was the plum, when you passed my silken window, Han Mei with flowers? -Don Wang Wei > So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already? lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home-Don Li Bai > The water waves in the river, the water birds white feathers, the mountains green, red flowers form a contrast, you want to burn.
spring has passed again, and when will it be the year of return? (Du Fu's quatrains) Every festive season, I miss my relatives twice-Don Wang Wei > Tonight, the moon is full of expectations, and I don't know whose house Qiu Si will fall into-Don Wang Jian > When a young man leaves home, the old man returns, and the local accent remains unchanged.-Don He Zhizhang > He knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!-Don Du Fu >; Miss in Poetry 1. you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there!.
was the plum, when you passed my silken window, is Han Mei blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems") 2. When the young left home, the old man returned, and the local accent did not change. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhizhang: "Homecoming Couplet Book") 3. Lingwai Yinshu, winter after winter, spring after spring.
now, nearing my village, meeting people, I dare not ask a single question. (Song Zhiwen: Crossing the Han River) 4. under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water.
until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail. ...Night now yields to a sea of sun, Jiang Chunren in the old year.
at last I can send my messengers, wildgeese, homing to Loyang. (Wang Wan: a mooring under north fort hill) 5. People are only seven days old in spring and have been away from home for two years.
when people fall into the wild goose, they think before the flowers. (Xue Daoheng: Homecoming Every Day) 6. so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home. (Li Bai: Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of Yu Di's dark flying scattered into the spring breeze filled Los Angeles.
I heard that the willow was broken in this nocturne, so no one can miss his hometown. (Li Bai: "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. It has been ten frosts in the guest house and Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
crossing the mulberry river for no reason, but hoping that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North"). 5. Poems about missing
looking at the moon and thinking of one far away (Tang) Zhang Jiuling
the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * At this time.
brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night.
it is no darker though I blow out my candle, it is no warmer though I put on my coat.
so I leave my message with the moon, and turn to my bed, hoping for dreams
Su Shi, the head of Shuidiao
When will there be a bright moon? I fetch the wine glass from afar. I don't know what year it is today. I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid it's too high to be cold. Dancing to see the shadow is like being on earth.
Jin Sutang. Li Shangyin
I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth.
the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.
mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.
and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.
Untitled Tang Li Shangyin
a misty rain comes blowing with a wind from the east, and wheels faintly thunder beyond Hibiscus Pool.
The golden toad is locked and burned incense, the jade tiger tells, on its cord, of water being drawn.
a great lady once, from behind a screen, favoured a poor youth, a fairy queen brought a bridal mat once for the ease of a prince and then vanished.
in love, there is no competition between flowers, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?.
autumn wind clears the Tang dynasty. Li Bai
autumn wind clears the moon.
When the fallen leaves gather and disperse, Western jackdaw's habitat regains its fright.
it's embarrassing to know when lovesickness will meet.
For Wang Lun and Li Bai
Li Bai was about to go in a boat when
he suddenly heard the singing on the shore.
Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet,
It is not as good as Wang Lun's. 6. What are the poems about missing
It used to be difficult for the sea to touch the water, forever amber.
-forever amber, Tang Yuan-zhen's departure from thinking that it was difficult to cross the sea. Hurried by the flowers in the walk, lazy look back; This reason, half because of the ascetic ascetic, half because of you once you.
Candles have a heart to say goodbye and weep for others until dawn. -Tang Du Mu gave farewell (two songs) for more than thirteen times, and cardamom was crowned in early February.
The spring breeze is ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you roll up the bead curtain. Affectionate but always ruthless, you can't laugh before you feel proud.
Candles have a heart to say goodbye and weep for others until dawn. Time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
-Tang Li Shangyin untitled time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone. And the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song. There are no many ways to get to Pengshan, oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn. -Tang Li Shangyin Untitled the stars of last night and the wind of last night, are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall.
though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn. Guessing the hook and playing with each other, the wine warms the warm heart; The group came to drinker's betting, a victory or defeat by candlelight red.
till the rolling of a drum, alas, calls me to my duties, and I mount my horse and ride away, like a water-plant cut adrift. And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew! -Tang Li Shangyin, Jin Se, I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth.
the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo. Mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.
and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew! When * * * cut the candle at the west window and said evening rain. -Tang, Li Shangyin, note on a rainy night to a friend in the north, Jun asked about the untimely return date, and evening rain rose to the autumn pool.
when * * * cuts the candle at the west window and says evening rain. flower