1. Ancient poems describing expectations
People looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was in a dimly lit place.
The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved; the hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed?
The silver swallows shuttle and dance in the sky, and the beauty returns to Shu alone. Looking up at the returning swallows in the west, I miss you.
Qingqing Zijin, lingering in my heart.
"The Book of Songs·Zheng Feng·Zijin" writes about the longing and expectation of a woman in love for her lover. The meaning of the poem is: Your green collar makes me feel endlessly sad about you.
"Bu Shuzi"
Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live on the Yangtze River. At the end of the day, I miss you every day without seeing you, and I drink a river of water. When will the water stop, and when will this hatred end. I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to my love.
Master Wang On the day when the North sets the Central Plains, family sacrifices are made without forgetting to tell the old man
——Lu You's "Shi'er"
Why should *** cut off the candles on the west window, but talk about the rainy night in Bashan< /p>
——Li Shangyin's "The Night Rain Sends to the North"
On the Double Ninth Festival, I'll come back to see the chrysanthemums
——Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village" 2. Expressing expectations
"The Book of Songs·Zheng Feng·Zijin"
(Pre-Qin Dynasty)
Green Zijin, leisurely my heart.
Even if I don't go, I would rather not have an heir?
The green purple robe makes me think.
Even if I don’t go, will Zi Ning not come?
It’s like looking at you in person, it’s like looking at you in the city gate.
Not seeing you for one day is like looking at you for three months!
"Night Rain Sends to the North"
(Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin
When you asked about the return date, the autumn pond was filled with rain at night in Bashan.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
"Qi Huai"
(Qing Dynasty) Huang Jingren
Several times, I sat under the flowers and played the flute, and looked into the distance against the red wall of silver flowers.
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
The lingering thoughts are exhausted and the remaining cocoons are drawn, and the heartache is peeled off.
It was March or May of 1935, but the glass of wine still lingered.
"Three Five Seven Words"
(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright.
The fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the cold The crow roosts again and is startled.
When will we know when we miss each other, it is embarrassing at this time and this night.
"A Blossoming Tree"
Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
At my most beautiful moment
For this
I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years
p>Ask it to let us have a mortal relationship
The Buddha then turned me into a tree
Growing by the road you must pass
Flowers bloom carefully under the sun
Each flower is my hope in the past life
When you come closer
Please listen carefully
< p> The trembling leaves are my passion for waitingAnd you finally walked by without a care
What fell on the ground behind you
My friend, that’s not it Petals
are my withered heart 3. Poems describing beautiful dreams
Wang Wei's "Deer and Chai": No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.
Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu": There are hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood and red calyxes in the mountains. There is no one in the stream, and they are opening and closing one after another.
Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn": After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noises return to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream": People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, the night is quiet and the spring sky is empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia": The slanting light illuminates the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return to the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The pheasants are flying and the wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation, the song of sadness has faded away.
Wang Jian's "Tian Jia Xing": The male voice is cheerful and the female face is cheerful, and people don't complain when they say goodbye. Although it is hot in May, the wheat wind is clear, and the sound of cars is buzzing on the eaves. Wild silkworms make cocoons that no one can take, and moths flutter among the leaves. When the wheat is harvested and the silk is on the axis, the officials know enough to lose. Don't look forward to the entrance to get back on your body, and don't sell yellow calves to the city. The Tian family's food and clothing are not rich, and they are happy when they don't see the county gate!
Zhang Ji's "Old Song of the Wild": The poor old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. The seedlings were so sparse and taxed that they could not be eaten, so they were imported into official warehouses and turned into soil. At the end of the year, people are hoeing and plowing in an empty room, and calling their children to climb mountains to collect acorns. Xijiang Jia Ke has hundreds of dendrobium trees, and the dogs raised in the boat will eat meat.
Nie Yizhong's "Shangtian Family": Sell new silk in February and sell new grain in May. Healing the sores in front of the eyes, but cutting out the flesh in the heart. I wish the king’s heart to turn into a candle of light. If you don’t take care of the Qiluo Banquet, you will take the light of the escape house.
Wei Yingwu's "Guan Tian Jia": A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder startled the insects. The Tian family was free for a few days, and farming began. The young and strong are all in the wild, and the fields and gardens are also in order. Jing Changyan came back and drank water from Duxi Stream. Hungry people do not suffer from it, and nourishment brings joy. There is no storage in the warehouse, and the corvee is still there. Those who are ashamed and do not cultivate will be rewarded with food and money.
Du Xunhe's "The Widow in the Mountains": The husband defended Pengmao because of the soldiers, and his linen clothes and temples were scorched. Even if the mulberry trees are abandoned, they still need to pay taxes; if the fields are desolate, they still need to collect seedlings. Sometimes you pick wild vegetables and roots and boil them, and spin the firewood with leaves to cook. No matter how deep the mountain is, there should be no way to avoid the corvee.
Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia": The slanting light illuminates the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return to the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The pheasants and wheat seedlings are showing, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.
Wang Wei's "Spring Pastoral": Spring doves are singing in the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees. Holding an ax to cut down distant poplars, hoeing spring veins. Returning swallows know the old nest, and old people see the new calendar. When I'm standing in front of my cup, I suddenly feel helpless, and I feel melancholy as a traveler from afar.
Meng Haoran's "Visiting an Old Friend's Village": An old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.
Du Fu's "Sui Yan Xing": The clouds are turning late in the year, and there is a lot of north wind, in the white snow in Xiaoxiang Dongting. When the weather is cold and the fishnets are frozen, don't shoot wild geese and sing with mulberry bows. Last year, rice was expensive for the army, but this year, rice is cheap, which greatly hurts farmers. High-powered officials are tired of wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish but not birds, so don't kill Nan Feihong in vain. I heard that men and women are flirting with each other everywhere, cutting off kindness and forbearing love, but returning rent and mediocrity. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are allowed. Carving clay is the easiest to get, and if your likes and dislikes don't match your appearance, you will be confused. The horns are blown on the city walls of all nations, when will this sad song end?
Wen Tingyun's "Song of Burning": Standing up and looking at Nanshan, the mountains and fields are burning. The reddish sunset seems to be extinguished, and the short flames are connected again. Drifting towards the rock, slowly climbing the green wall. When the wind blows away, the red eaves shine from a distance. The neighbor next door can speak clearly, and he can't help but sigh. He said that the Chu country was more customary, and burning rice was called "Haotian". Bean sprouts and insects are swarming, and the flowers on the fence serve as houses. The pigs return to their pens in the abandoned stacks, and the chickens peck at the millet in the square. The New Year brings rain and clear weather, and the sound of racing is everywhere. When you hold money, people will tell you, and when you knock on tiles, you will hear the sound in the forest. The divination on the mountain was revealed, and he came back under the mulberry jujube tree. Blow the fire to the white grass, and the sickle on your waist reflects the sugarcane. The wind drives away the mist of oak leaves, and the oak trees connect the mountains. The stars are shining outside the clouds, and the flying embers are falling in front of the steps. She groaned and sneezed on her back, and the crow girl cursed for a prosperous life. Who would have thought that the green beauty would be used as official tax?
Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany (1)": The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse, and the white cauliflower flowers are sparse. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
Fan Chengda's "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons (2)": Farming in the fields during the day and planting hemp at night, the children of the village are responsible for their own affairs. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
Breaking the trap----Yan Shu
The swallows come at the Spring Society, and the pear blossoms lag behind the Qingming Festival.
There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, and one or two oriole calls at the bottom of the leaves.
The sun is long and the flying catkins are light.
The charmingly smiling female companion from the east neighbor greets her on the mulberry picking path.
I wonder if I had a good sleep last night because I won the grass fight today.
Smiling comes from both faces. 4. Ancient poems about expectations
"The quiet girl and her sister are waiting for me in the corner of the city. I love you but don't see you, scratching your head and hesitate." ("The Book of Songs. Beifeng. Jing Nu")
< p> There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back even after I have spent all my money.
There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the cloud sails are hung directly to help the sea.
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The green trees border the village, and the green hills and mountains slant outside.
Let’s open up the pavilion and talk about mulberry and hemp over wine.
I’ll come back on the Double Ninth Festival. Chrysanthemum.
"Bu Shuzi"
Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I think about you every day and don't see you. I drink water from the river. .When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and you will live up to your love.
On the day when Wang Shibei set the Central Plains, he did not forget to tell Naiwen during family sacrifices
——Lu You's "Showing Children"
Why should *** cut off the candles from the west window, but talk about the rainy night in Bashan 5. Poems about beautiful things
It's a pity that I am ignorant Happy Family
Hu Bingyan
It’s a pity that I don’t understand Happy Family and am innocent and innocent.
My parents love me and take care of me, and I learn to speak rouge.
Children get together to chat, jump and climb trees and play house.
When I first entered the school to study human relations, I didn’t realize that I became more youthful in a few years.
After putting on her delicate makeup, she looked back and smiled, revealing her beautiful teeth.
The Four Books and Five Classics are in my heart, and the catkins are holding the pen and paper with flowers.
Love is blooming for the first time, and the leader of the village in front of the stream is the boss.
Flying needles and threads show off the mandarin duck pillow, and the eyebrows are painted with fragrant powder in the boudoir.
On that auspicious day of that month, Qinse and Mingyue got married.
Spring loves the earth and flies kites, and every watch loves the wilderness sprouting green buds.
Kissing rapeseed and getting drunk happily, climbing mountains and playing in the water like crazy.
In the summer, the demon lotus rides on a boat and holds a flower umbrella to let the rain hit.
The misty rain made the roses bloom, and the wind ruffled the slender hair.
The red leaves of the autumn family are high and the clouds are pale. When you climb high, you can see the dogwood branches in the distance.
The wild geese fly south to carry the letter, and the persimmons in front of the door have red cheeks.
Love in winter is full of green bamboos, and walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms is even more chic.
Qiongyu flies in the sky and the earth is white, whipping the top and sliding on the ice. 6. Poems describing expectations
The old man is still in trouble, but his ambition is thousands of miles (Cao Cao of Wei Dynasty, "The Turtle is Longevity")
There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the cloud sails will be hung directly to help the sea. ("Difficulty in Traveling" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty)
When you reach the top of the meeting, you can see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance. ("Wang Yue" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty)
Why don't men take Wu hooks and collect the fifty states in Guanshan? ("South Garden" by Li He of the Tang Dynasty)
Don't be afraid of the floating clouds covering your eyes, just because you are at the top. ("Climbing Feilai Peak" by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty)
I hope that all living beings will be well fed and will not hesitate to suffer from illness. ("Sick Cow" by Li Gang of the Song Dynasty)
I hope that all people will be fed and warm, and they will go out of the mountains and forests without any trouble. (Yu Qian of the Ming Dynasty, "Ode to Coal")
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ("Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai" by Gong Zizhen of the Qing Dynasty)
If you seek to benefit the country's life and death, how can you avoid it because of misfortunes and blessings? (Lin Zexu of the Qing Dynasty, "Go to the garrison and tell family members at the entrance")
If you are passionate and diligent in cherishing it, it will still turn into blue waves if you let it go. (Modern Times·Qiu Jin's "Wine") 7. What are the verses that express good wishes
1. Erlang Shen·Yan Guangxie
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
Yanguang thanks. After the dusk rain, the fragrance dust is lightly sprinkled. A cold breeze blows through the courtyard, the sky is refreshing like water, and jade hooks hang far away. It must be that Xing'e has been complaining for a long time, talking about the Old Testament, and trying to drive the wheel. As far as the eye can see, there are slight clouds and darkness, and the Milky Way is high and clear.
Easy and elegant. It should be noted that this scene is priceless in ancient and modern times. The girl upstairs is using her ingenuity to thread needles, and she is carrying powdered noodles, and the servant girl is looking at her. Where the tin alloy hairpin whispers, who is there, under the shadow of the corridor. May heaven and earth have joy and joy every year and tonight.
Translation:
The summer heat has subsided, and after a dusk rain, the dust has swept away. The cold wind cleared the courtyard just as the dew was forming. The sky is as blue as water, and a crescent moon hangs in the distant sky. It may be that the Weaver Girl lamented being separated from her husband for a long time, so she took a fast windwheel to fly across the Milky Way to go on a date. Looking around, colorful clouds drift across the Milky Way in the high night sky. The bright Milky Way hangs high.
The quiet and quiet night sky. You must know that no amount of money can buy this situation. The beautiful ladies in the boudoir looked at the moon under the moonlight, threaded needlework, and begged the Weaver Girl for her skills. Lifting up her powdered face, her temples drooped. Guess who is exchanging tokens and whispering in the shadow of the corridor. May everyone in heaven and earth be happy today and every year.
2. The car is far away
Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
The car is far away and the horse is longing.
You travel eastward from Shandong to eastward, and you fly hard to chase the west wind.
May I be like a star, like the moon, and the light will shine brightly every night.
The moon is temporarily dark, but the stars are always bright.
Stay until the moon comes back, and it will be full of money on the 3rd and 5th day of the year.
Translation:
The stagecoach galloped on a long journey, its hooves leaping and its shadow swaying along the way.
Your stagecoach has been traveling to the east of Mount Tai for a long time, and you have to follow the autumn wind to pursue it eastward and eastward.
How I wish that I was the star and you were the moon. Every night, you and I would shine with our bright and white brilliance.
Autumn night! The moon is often hidden in the clouds at dusk, but the stars are shining brightly. How I look forward to the moon's appearance!
I look forward to the full fifteenth month, when the stars and the moon will shine brightly and you and I will become a beautiful couple in the sky.
3. "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·When Will the Bright Moon Come" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dance and clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world?
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the Qihu is low, and the light is sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Translation:
When did the bright moon begin to appear? I picked up my wine glass and asked the sky. I don’t know what year or month it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the cool breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a building made of beautiful jade. Dancing gracefully and admiring the clear shadows under the moon, it doesn't feel like you are in the human world.
The moon turned around the vermilion pavilion and hung low on the carved windows, illuminating myself who was not sleepy. The bright moon shouldn't have any resentment towards people. Why does it become full only when people leave? People undergo changes in joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This kind of thing has been difficult to understand since ancient times. I just hope that all the relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, and can enjoy this beautiful moonlight even if they are thousands of miles apart.
4. "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan/Looking at the Moon and Nostalgic for the Past" by Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty
The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night.
When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night’s sleep.
Translation:
A bright moon rises over the vast sea. At this time, you and I are looking at each other at the end of the world.
Sentimental people resent the long moonlit night and stay up all night longing for their loved ones.
I extinguished the candles and loved the moonlight in this room full of moonlight. I wandered around in my clothes and felt the coolness of the night dew.
I cannot give you the beautiful moonlight, I only hope to meet you in my dreamland.
5. Send Du Shaofu to Shuzhou/Send Du Shaofu to Shuchuan
Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo
The city fortress assists the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke look out. Wujin.
I want to say goodbye to you, both are eunuchs.
There are close friends in the sea, and we are like neighbors across the world.
If you do nothing, you will go astray, and your children will be in trouble.
Translation:
The majestic Chang'an occupies the land of the Three Qin Dynasties; the insignificant Sichuan is far away.
You and I have similar fates, running for official careers and being far away from home.
As long as you have close friends, the world will never feel far away. Even though we are far away from each other, we feel like we are close neighbors.
Breaking up on the wrong side of the road really doesn’t require the love of children to shed tears on your clothes.