Nostalgia Poems in Ancient Poetry
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
A touch of crimson lips is a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the heart. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken. "A Piece of Plum" Li Qingzhao is fragrant with red lotus roots.
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 frown and mind. Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, cold and clear, sad and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled on the ground, haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now?
Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is also the rain in Mao Mao until dusk, dribs and drabs. This time, what a sad sentence? Li Qingzhao was drunk and worried forever, and her mind was refreshed and the golden beast disappeared.
Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come.
The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight. Bodhisattva's wind is very soft, but it's still early spring, and at first glance it's a good mood.
I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples. Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk.
Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear.
2. Poems about nostalgia, the deceased is like a husband.
This is the most common.
Do you know how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?
Did you see that in the bright mirror of the high room, lovely hair, though still silky black in the morning, turned into snow at night?
Yan Shu's "Huanxi Yarn";
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back?
There is no choice but to let the flowers fall, as if meeting Yan's return. The fragrant path in the small garden wandered alone.
Shu Yun (Li Bai), the school book sent off by Xie Xianlou in Xuanzhou.
I had to leave Potter and me since yesterday.
It hurts my heart even more today!
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
Jiao Shan (Li Shangyin)
Never wear a long rope,
It's hard to hate water when it goes to the clouds.
If you want to buy the sea from Magu,
A cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.
Linjiang county Yang Shen
The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes. Success or failure is empty. The green hills are still there, with a few rays of sunset.
White-haired fishermen and firewood collectors are used to watching the autumn moon in the spring breeze. A pot of muddy wine, a brief encounter. Everything in ancient and modern times is a joke.
Li Yu's Ci Wu Ye Diao;
Hua Lin thanked Chun Hong. Too hasty. But the cold rain came early and the wind came late. Tears are intoxicating. When did it weigh? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Wang Bojuan 55_ 12 Wang Teng Pavilion
Wang Teng sings the praises of Linjiang Pearl,
Yu Pei sings and dances.
Draw a building facing Nanpu Cloud,
At dusk, the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills.
Clouds and pools are shadows,
Things have changed for several autumn days.
Where is the emperor in the cabinet today,
Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.
Absolute beauty, it's hard to get up every day. It's time to encourage yourself. Time waits for no one. Tao Qian
Didn't you see that the water of the Yellow River came from all over the world, entered the ocean and never came back? Don't you see, in the high room, in the bright mirror, lovely hair, though still silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night. -Li Bai
Heaven and earth, the journey of all things; Time flies and generations have passed. -Li Bai
"Life is like a blink of an eye, just suddenly." -Zhuangzi
Flowers are similar year after year, and people are different year after year. Liu Xiyi
Time flies and makes people old, and the sun and the moon run like teenagers. -Brilliant.
The deceased is like a husband, and he never leaves day and night. Confucius
Tomorrow follows tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. If people are tired of tomorrow, they will go to Qiu Lai in spring to watch the flowing water and the sunset at dusk. If tomorrow can become geometry in a hundred years, please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia's Song of Tomorrow)
The Yellow River flows eastward, the white sunset shines on the West Sea, and the Sichuan and the streamer disappear, and they are in love with each other. -Li Bai
Flowers bloom again and people are no longer young. -Guan Hanqing
3. Poems about nostalgia, the deceased is like a husband.
Do you know how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?
Did you see that in the bright mirror of the high room, lovely hair, though still silky black in the morning, turned into snow at night?
Yan Shu's "Huanxi Yarn";
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back?
There is no choice but to let the flowers fall, as if meeting Yan's return. The fragrant path in the small garden wandered alone.
Shu Yun (Li Bai), the school book sent off by Xie Xianlou in Xuanzhou.
I had to leave Potter and me since yesterday.
It hurts my heart even more today!
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
Jiao Shan (Li Shangyin)
Never wear a long rope,
It's hard to hate water when it goes to the clouds.
If you want to buy the sea from Magu,
A cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.
Linjiang county Yang Shen
The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes. Success or failure is empty. The green hills are still there, with a few rays of sunset.
White-haired fishing fires on the river are used to watch the spring breeze of autumn moon. Met with an old friend and drank a glass of wine. There are many in ancient and modern times. Go on like this
Do you know how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?
Did you see that in the bright mirror of the high room, lovely hair, though still silky black in the morning, turned into snow at night?
Yan Shu's "Huanxi Yarn";
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back?
There is no choice but to let the flowers fall, as if meeting Yan's return. The fragrant path in the small garden wandered alone.
Shu Yun (Li Bai), the school book sent off by Xie Xianlou in Xuanzhou.
I had to leave Potter and me since yesterday.
It hurts my heart even more today!
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
Jiao Shan (Li Shangyin)
Never wear a long rope,
It's hard to hate water when it goes to the clouds.
If you want to buy the sea from Magu,
A cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.
Linjiang county Yang Shen
The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes. Success or failure is empty. The green hills are still there, with a few rays of sunset.
White-haired fishermen and firewood collectors are used to watching the autumn moon in the spring breeze. A pot of muddy wine, a brief encounter. Everything in ancient and modern times is a joke.
Li Yu's Ci Wu Ye Diao;
Hua Lin thanked Chun Hong. Too hasty. But the cold rain came early and the wind came late. Tears are intoxicating. When did it weigh? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Bo Wang
Wang Teng sings the praises of Linjiang Pearl,
Yu Pei sings and dances.
Draw a building facing Nanpu Cloud,
At dusk, the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills.
Clouds and pools are shadows,
Things have changed for several autumn days.
Where is the emperor in the cabinet today,
Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.
Absolute beauty, it's hard to get up every day. It's time to encourage yourself. Time waits for no one. Tao Qian
Didn't you see that the water of the Yellow River came from all over the world, entered the ocean and never came back? Don't you see, in the high room, in the bright mirror, lovely hair, though still silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night. -Li Bai
Heaven and earth, the journey of all things; Time flies and generations have passed. -Li Bai
"Life is like a blink of an eye, just suddenly." -Zhuangzi
Flowers are similar year after year, and people are different year after year. Liu Xiyi
Time flies and makes people old, and the sun and the moon run like teenagers. -Brilliant.
The deceased is like a husband, and he never leaves day and night. Confucius
Tomorrow follows tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. If people are tired of tomorrow, they will go to Qiu Lai in spring to watch the flowing water and the sunset at dusk. If tomorrow can become geometry in a hundred years, please listen to my song of tomorrow. (Wen Jia's Song of Tomorrow)
The Yellow River flows eastward, the white sunset shines on the West Sea, and the Sichuan and the streamer disappear, and they are in love with each other. -Li Bai
Flowers bloom again and people are no longer young. -Guan Hanqing
4. The poem about nostalgia is like a dream, which makes the wind and rain suddenly rise last night, so that you can sleep soundly without drinking.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
A touch of crimson lips is a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the heart. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken. "A Piece of Plum" Li Qingzhao is fragrant with red lotus roots.
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 frown and mind. Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, cold and clear, sad and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent.
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled on the ground, haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now?
Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is also the rain in Mao Mao until dusk, dribs and drabs. This time, what a sad sentence? Li Qingzhao was drunk and worried forever, and her mind was refreshed and the golden beast disappeared.
Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come.
The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight. Bodhisattva's wind is very soft, but it's still early spring, and at first glance it's a good mood.
I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples. Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk.
Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear. Complaining that it was too late to remove makeup, plum calyx got stuck in the branch.
When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in spring and your dreams will never return. People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging.
It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time. Good things are close to the wind, flowers fall deep, and there is red snow outside the curtain.
I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring. The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright.
I can't bear to dream, and I cry even more (left "affirmation" right half, right "bird"). In the snow of Qingpingle every year, plum blossoms are often drunk, so they are all removed, and it is impossible to win tears all over the clothes! I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin.
Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous. Recalling Qin E's lofty position, the chaotic mountains and Ye Ping are thin and smoky.
The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk. The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn. Spread the happy sand, rub the gold and cut into layers of jasper leaves.
The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright. Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough.
Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless. Spread out the Huanxi sand, get sick, have a noise in the sideburns, and lie down and watch the window screen break the moon.
Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea. Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day and spend more time with osmanthus.
Who planted banana trees in front of the window where mulberry seeds were picked? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the heart and leaves warm the heart. Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening! The spring breeze in Wuling has exhausted the fragrance of dust, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes.
I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear.
Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. In the southern song, the stars turn and the curtain on earth hangs.
Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night? The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather and old clothes, only feel different, hometown! Complain about the boundless wind on the Sun Lake, the autumn dusk, and the red fragrance.
Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite. Lotus seeds become old lotus leaves, green dew washing, apple flowers and plants.
The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early. These words are all from an outstanding poetess [Li Qingzhao], and most of her words are bleak.
5. There are many ancient poems about "homesickness", such as Su Mu's homesickness _ _ Fan Zhongyan, young beauty's return to the courtyard _ _ Li Yu, English style's weakness in Spring Festival Evening _ _ Wu Wenying and so on.
1, Su Muzhe nostalgia
Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan
Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.
Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep. The bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
2, girl, the wind returns to the yard, green.
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
The wind returns to the yard, and the spring scenery continues. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon.
The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. The candle is bright and fragrant, the painting hall is deep, and the temples are covered with green frost and snow.
3. Huai Mianchi sent his son to show his strength.
Song Dynasty: Su Zhe
Farewell to Jacky, * * * long distance afraid of snow mud.
Back to cycling, I'm still looking for the bridge, and the pedestrians have gone west.
Have you ever been a county magistrate? On the wall of the old monk's house.
Think about traveling alone, it's delicious, but there's no way to lick horses except hiss.
6. There are many ancient poems about "nostalgia", such as Su Huaigu _ _ Fan Zhongyan, Feng Lu, Li Yu, and Ying Tixu's Spring Festival Evening _ _.
1, Su Muzhe nostalgic Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan with blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.
The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.
Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep.
The bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
2. Five generations of Yu Meiren wind returning to small courtyard green: Li Yufeng returning to small courtyard green, and Liu Yanchun continuing. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon.
The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. The candle is bright and fragrant, the painting hall is deep, and the temples are covered with green frost and snow.
3. Song Huai Mianchi sent a war bear: Su Zhe bid farewell, and the distance is afraid of snow and mud. Back to cycling, I'm still looking for the bridge, and the pedestrians have gone west.
Have you ever been a county magistrate? On the wall of the old monk's house. Think about traveling alone, it's delicious, but there's no way to lick horses except hiss.
7. Poems expressing homesickness 1. "Enjoy Lotte Yangzhou First Banquet" Year: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi Bashan Chu River desolate, abandoned in 23 years.
People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed. On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up. 2. "Neighborhood Sending Fangshan" Time: Northern and Southern Dynasties Author: Xie Lingyun only left the imperial city and stayed in Ouyue.
Homesickness can't be sent when the cable is released. On the Decline of Bright Moon in the Woods.
Feelings are easy to get, but it's hard to rest at the last moment. Accumulate food and worry about your life, and you want to be small.
You can live in seclusion forever. Encourage each other to continue their ambitions, and the sound of dust soothes the silence.
3. "Like a dream, the rain suddenly blew last night" Time: Song Author: Li Qingzhao last night, the rain suddenly blew, a deep sleep without residual wine. I asked the shutter man, but I still know Haitang. Know what? Know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
4. "Huanxisha" Age: Song Author: Su Shi ethereal dangerous building purple and green room. It was hard to be happy in the past.
Feel nostalgic and lonely. The moon is bright and the branches are empty, and the chrysanthemum looks year after year.
I wonder who I will see next year. 5. "Xijiang bright moon bamboo tube lamp eternal night" Time: Song Author: Xiang Lang bamboo tube lamp eternal night, Jiangcheng yellow leaves high autumn.
At that time, making friends with cultural relics made the flute sound more nostalgic. I've been thinking about it all my life, and my mind is full of romantic poems.
Inviting Qingzhou, the drunkenness gradually faded.