Author: Southern Dynasties folk songs
Works: Huashan Ji (crying and remembering)
Content:
Crying and remembering,
Tears are like leaks,
It flows day and night.
Time: Northern Song Dynasty
Author: Su Shi
Works: Shuidiao Song Tou
Content:
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine.
I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight?
I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.
It's too cold up there.
Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs.
This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Time: Southern Song Dynasty
Author: Lu You
Works: Shen Yuan
Content:
The sunset painted mourning in a corner of the city.
Shen Yuanfei repaired the pool platform.
Under the bridge of sadness, the spring waves are green,
It used to be an amazing photo.
Time: Southern Song Dynasty
Author: Lu You
Works: Shen Yuan
Content:
For 40 years,
Shen never blows cotton.
This trip is a tribute to the mountains.
I am still dead!
Time: Southern Song Dynasty
Author: Xin Qiji
Works: Man Jianghong
Content:
Broken sorrow, outside the screen window, the wind shakes the bamboo.
People go to the empty building, the flute is broken, and people lean on the building alone.
Eyeful of March dusk, I only feel Qian Shan green when I look up.
But try to send a book and read it from the beginning.
Acacia words, empty surplus. Acacia, when is enough?
Lapel fell a little, full of tears.
The grass is not lost, and weeping willows only hinder the human eye.
The most bitter thing is to stand at the end of the month and make music.
Time: Northern Song Dynasty
Author: Fan Zhongyan
Works: the pride of fishermen
Content:
Qiu Lai has different scenery,
Nobody cares about Hengyang goose.
The four sides are connected by sound,
Thousands of miles away,
Long smoke and sunset, isolated city closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home.
Ran Yan didn't return to the plan.
The pipe strength is covered with frost.
People don't sleep,
The general was white-haired and in tears.
Time: Northern Song Dynasty
Author: He Zhu
Works: Partridge Sky (Everything is better than Changmen)
Content:
It's wrong to cross the gate,
What's wrong with coming together?
The phoenix tree was half dead, and after the frost disappeared,
The white-headed mandarin duck lost her companion.
Original grass, first dew,
Old habitat and new growth.
Lying in an empty bed, listening to the rain from the south window,
Who will mend the clothes after burning the midnight oil?
Time: Northern Song Dynasty
Author: Li Qingzhao
Works: prune.
Content:
Red fragrant jade mushroom autumn,
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.
Who sent the brocade book?
The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation.
Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.
Time: Northern Song Dynasty
Author: liuyong
Works: Wonderful introduction
Content:
A small boat with a light sail was temporarily anchored on the south bank of the Chu River.
Lonely city at dusk attracts resentment.
The water is boundless and the geese are scattered.
Smoke gathers in cold forest clusters, painting screen exhibition.
The mountains are small and the eyebrows are shallow.
Reward the old and throw it lightly, and you will become a tourist here.
It's too late to feel tired.
Being in a foreign land, you can bear hardships and worry about your eyes.
Credit of imperial city, resistance of Qin Lou, wandering soul confusion.
The grass is wide and the afterglow is full.
There is no news of beauty, and the cloud is far away.
Year: Yuan
Author: Wang Shifu
Works: Yao folk song "December"
Content: Bieqing
After parting, the distant mountains are faint,
What's more, it is as far as a fish scale.
Watching the willows fly,
Drunk peach blossom.
Through the cupboard, the fragrance bursts,
It rained heavily at dusk.
Afraid of sudden dusk and dusk,
Why aren't you ecstatic?
The new tears overwhelmed the old ones,
Heartbroken people remember heartbroken people!
This spring, Xiang's muscles lost a little weight.
The bandwidth is three inches.
Age: Modern and Contemporary
Author: Lu Xun
Works: Other Brothers
Content:
Dreams often run to their hometown,
At first, I believed that the world was bitter and parting.
Sleep in bed at night, think of my brothers,
When the residual light is like a bean moon. Five, two, three farewell to Yangguan.
Say goodbye to you in tears,
How many spring and autumn songs are gone?
Watching Jun Jun all day,
Just watch the sunset slanting.
Say goodbye to you in tears,
What can I do with grief?
In my dream, I told Jun Jun not to talk.
I woke up empty.
Say goodbye to you in tears,
Loneliness is not a hero.
Where will Mingyue go with Jun Jun?
The mountains are towering all the way. It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind rises and a hundred flowers blossom.
At sunset, every night, the candles will dry the wick, and the silkworms in spring will weave until they die.
Lonely clouds return to birds, a thousand miles of time.
Miss me for a long time and leave home for a long time.
Trees in the sun are hidden in the distant mountains in autumn.
If you dare not look at the water, you dare not calm down. Modern: Missing.
Karl Marx (Germany)
Even if the earth spirals back to Xiang,
You are brighter than the sun and the sky.
Let the world blame me indefinitely,
As long as you love me, I will do anything.
Missing is longer than the eternal universe,
More expensive than a temple in space,
More beautiful than an imaginary country,
An anxious heart-deeper than the ocean.
Missing is endless, endless,
The impression you left on me—
As if it were shaped by god,
Let me remember you forever.
You are worth making friends with; Miss, but miss the word.
Can't express my warm heart;
It can be said that missing is burning like fire.
It will stir in my heart forever and ever. Dense fog and faint moonlight.
The wind chimes are ringing in my ears.
Take me into a distant dream
It is windy every afternoon.
Stop before dawn
The whistle outside the window has disappeared.
Deep eyes and shallow smile.
Always think of some people at midnight.
Accustomed to holding the pen firmly under the lamp.
I open my clean heart.
Let the flashing memory shine deep into the soul.
Yesterday's flowers were still swaying outside the window.
All life is sinking.
All the days will pass.
Only missing is always new.
Outside the storm, it was as quiet as ever. . . . . . The heavy rain pours out the call of missing your heart.
expect
dear
The heavy rain washed away the thoughts of dreams.
You can't see.
drop by drop
sentimental
Wake up and open your eyes.
Tears flow in my heart.
The rain has stopped. Look at the sky.
The wind scattered layers of thoughts.
dear
listen to
Rain poured out of my mind. ...