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1. Poems about memory (what is a poem about memory)

Poems about memory (which poems express memory) 1. What poems are there to express memory and nostalgia?

1.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor.

However, he pleaded with the viceroy and went to his post in Shu.

2.

Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you.

-Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off"

3.

Spring grass will grow green next year, my friend, will you come back?

-Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass.

4.

Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest room is green and willow.

I advise you to drink more wine, there is no reason to go out to the west.

-Wang Wei: "Send Yuan Er An Xi"

5.

It's freezing and rainy, and it's night in Wu, and Chushan is quiet.

-Wang Changling's "Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Parting".

6.

Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you.

-Gao Shi "Don't move big"

7.

Peach Blossom Pond and thousands of feet are not as good as Wang Lun's.

-Li Bai's "To Wang Lun"

8. Sailing alone in the blue sky, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

-Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou

9. We watched him go east through the tower gate, leaving only hoofprint behind him.

-Cen Can's Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Homecoming, Song of Snow.

10.

Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue.

The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.

Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered.

A ladle of muddy wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight.

-Li Shutong's farewell.

1 1.

During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village.

-Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

12.

No flowers, no wine, crystal clear, and the taste is bleak like a wild monk.

Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and the window was separated from the desk lamp by a layer.

-Yu Wang's Tomb-Sweeping Day

13.

15 years ago, at the end of the flower, followed by Zeng Fu's poem of appreciating flowers.

Today, flowers and moons are similar, and the feeling of peace is the same as before.

-Li Qingzhao's Accidental Success

14.

Last January night, the flower market was brightly lit.

The willow shoots on the moon, people about after dusk.

On the night of January this year, the moon and the lights were still there.

I haven't seen you last year, and my sleeves are wet with tears.

-Ouyang Xiu's Life Inspector Yuan Xi

15.

On this day last year, in this door, people's faces and peaches set each other off.

People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

-Cui Hu's "The title city is the south village"

16.

Throughout the ages, heroes are nowhere to be found, and Sun Zhongmou is among them.

On the stage of pavilions and songs, the wind is always blowing away the grass trees in the sunset, ordinary alleys and humanitarian slaves who once lived.

At that time, Jin Ge was an iron horse and devoured Wan Li.

Jia ordered Cao Cao to stop the wolf and retreat hastily.

Forty-three years, I still remember that in the hope, I was on fire in Yangzhou Road.

Looking back, there is an elegant club drum under the Buddhist temple.

Who will ask, how is Lian Po's appetite when he is old?

-Xin Qiji's Song of Eternal Sorrow

17.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

-Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

2. Poetry related to memory

Poetry related to memory

1: When the kite is tired of the sky, will it fall into the sea without hesitation?

The broken promise was mended yesterday.

3. With memories, life can be rich, and years can be full of poetry. Indulge in memories, youth is inevitably pale, and men's hearts are also sad.

4. Memory is a lamp that illuminates the mind. Let you see clearly that your inner darkness is not your own defect, but because of the angle of illumination, you misunderstood and ignored it.

Life is actually a lonely journey, and no one can accompany you to the end. A brief meeting is only the foreshadowing of the next parting. Cold lurks and comes out by chance. All the pain and beauty will eventually fade away with the long river of years. Until there is no trace to be found, and there is nowhere to pursue. Finally, there are some faint sadness and memories left.

6: With good friends around, hell becomes heaven! The only rose in the world without thorns is friendship.

7. Birds' wings flutter in the air, which is a noisy and cold sound, full of fear and uncertain destination flow.

8. The most regrettable thing in life is to give up what you shouldn't give up easily and stick to what you shouldn't.

9. Memory is an old musical on the old phonograph, covered with dust and scars. Yi-ya, Yi-ya, Yi-ya, seems to be pouring out the usual bleak and broken life, like reading endless vicissitudes.

10: I used to think that my star wouldn't fall, but when it did, I found out that there is really no eternity in the world.

1 1: There are no ifs in life, only consequences and results. The past is gone forever, and what comes back is no longer perfect.

12: Young people have dreams and old people have memories. Be reckless when you are young and regret when you are old.

13: Falling in love is a feeling. When this feeling is gone, I am still forcing myself. This is called responsibility! Breaking up is courage! When this courage is gone, I am still encouraging myself. This is called tragic!

3. Poetry expressing memories and memories

The breeze entered nine places, and the jade face of the mining team fluttered, and the acacia lost its soul and sang, and the jade face was intoxicated with Kyushu.

If beautiful women are famous, how can white hair be shown to the world? In Tomb-Sweeping Day, which Du Mu commemorates, it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. There are no flowers or wine in Qingming Yu Wang, and its taste is as bleak as that of a wild monk.

Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study. Qingming Huang Tingjian Festival Qingming Taoli smiles, and Noda wasteland is only sad.

Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain. People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine, but people are willing to burn to death.

Smart fools have known who it is for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of Artemisia. There are many tombs in the south and north of Gaozhu in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but Tomb-Sweeping Day is different.

Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas. When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.

As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop. At a banquet at Taoist Mei's house, I lay on my bed in the forest, sad that spring was coming to an end, and lifted a curtain on the flower path.

A shining bluebird called me to the residence of the Korean pine elf. What kind of flame is his golden crucible? Peach trees are in bud! .

Also because he held his youth in his face, the rosy flowing wine! ! Tomb-Sweeping Day, the Wei family demoted Bai Juyi by imperial edict, and Tomb-Sweeping Day was lonely and depressed. Leave porridge and cold porridge, and cook new tea on the fire.

Without wine, there must be flowers. Move south. Where? This place is far away.

Tomb-Sweeping Day watched prostitutes dance and listened to guest poems. Bai Juyi watched Yan Ruyu dance and listened to poems like gold. Laugh at yourself, and the string tube might as well sing.

Unfortunately, the spring breeze is old, and there is no doubt that wine is deep. Send flowers to send cold food, and at this time.

On the night of Qingming, Bai Juyi is surging, and on the night of Qingming, Hongxuan's blue bricks stab historians. Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers.

During the Qingming Festival, go to Laojun Pavilion and watch Los Angeles present scenery, fireworks and fireworks, singing and crying between cities to Han Daoshi Bai Juyi. Why don't you go with Dongluo Water and bury his family in North Mangshan Mountain?

There are no chariots and horses in the middle bridge, and crossing the boat is not idle. There are a sea of people burying graves, and Liaodong is disappointed to see cranes flying back.

Qingming is something that Emperor Meng Haoran attached importance to, and people were worried. The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.

Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.

On Qingming Day, from the West Fifth Bridge to Guayan Village, it was raining at Longmen, and the spring wind was born in your cave. Birds sing quietly, flowers fall and ruin.

Yu Ming is ashamed of his generation. He is old. The old tourist left and was disappointed with Luochengdong.

On Qingming Day, the Longmen Tour was Pan Liqiao's Qingxiaoguomen Pass, and all the doors were open. There are many roads in Luoyang, looking south at Yichuan Que.

Yan Yang rides the wind, and the Qingming Festival sends the pink moon. Two mountains move in the forest and a thousand niches in the water.

Rommel willow silk, fragrant radial hair. Have fun, have fun, and be afraid to leave a fragrance.

Tomb-Sweeping Day cold food went to Wangmen early, which caused tourists from Liqiao to flock to the two places and enter Taichu in the morning. The locust smoke disappears at dawn, and the elm fire should bloom in spring.

The sun shines on the sunny rainbow, and the flowers come with the early butterflies. Riding in glory, blowing light ash.

On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, people hosted a banquet in honor of Ningwang Mountain Pool, saying that today's Tomb-Sweeping Day banquet is a good place to remember. Under the swaying flowers, delicate warblers fly around.

Green Pearl Song List, Hongqiao Dance Flag. The gentle wind is partial, and the drizzle does not touch the clothes.

Grace is like changing fire, spring goes and spring comes. Liu Langzhong, the director of the Qingming Banquet, did not leave Zu Yongtian's Jiafu Jin Chen to eat, drink and be merry.

Good garden, new Qingming fireworks. Make friends with a long history and take Germany as your neighbor.

The pool water shines in the dark window, and the cup smells like spring. Flowers cover the eaves in front of the ground, and birds outside the bamboo peep at people.

Why do you live in Taoyuan? After Tomb-Sweeping Day, I went to the city to see the scenery of Liu Changqing, and Yunshan was above me.

Flowers bloom like the old days, and new smoke comes from thousands of wells. There is no clearing in the grass, and the river flows to the sky.

Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset. On Qingming Day, I was relieved to think that my brother Wei's cold food recipe was sick.

Finally, I miss the county seat, and fireworks filled Qingchuan. Apricot porridge is still delicious, and elm soup has been slightly fried.

I just hate being a good girl, kissing my face and spending this glorious year. 1. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place. (Farewell the viceroy to his post in Shu) II. Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you.

(Li Bai: "Send a friend" 3. The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? ? (Bai Juyi: Farewell to Ancient Grass) 4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.

(Wang Wei: "Send Yuan Twenty Shi An Xi") 5. Cold rain at night Wu, Fujian in Chushan. (Wang Changling: Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 6. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows a gentleman.

(Gao Shi: "Not Big") 7. Thousands of feet in Taohuatan is not as good as Wang Lun's. (Li Bai: To Wang Lun) 8. Lonely sails are far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.

(Li Bai: Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou) 9. We watched him go east through the wheel tower door, leaving only hoofprint behind him. (Cen Can: Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home in a Song of Snow) 10. Outside Changting, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue.

The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered.

A ladle of muddy wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. Li Shutong: Farewell.

4. Poetry describing nostalgia

1, verse: On this day last year, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off in red.

From: Cui Hu in the Tang Dynasty, named "South Village of Capital"

Interpretation: Last spring, in this family's home, I saw that beautiful face and peach blossom set each other off, which was particularly rosy.

2. Poetry: A moment that should last forever. Before I knew it, the copy had come and gone.

From: Jinse by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty.

Interpretation: The feelings of joys and sorrows can't be recalled today, but they were unintentional and have long been disappointed.

3. Poetry: Since we left each other and drifted like clouds, ten years passed like running water until we finally got together again.

From: Liang Chuanhe, an old friend of Huaishang/an old friend of Huaishang in the Tang Dynasty.

Interpretation: After parting, it is like a cloud, and the years are like running water, and the ambition is swaying for ten years.

4. Poem: Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, a ten-year lamp in Jianghu.

From: Song Dynasty Huang Tingjian's "Send Yellow Several Times"

Interpretation: In the spring breeze, I watched peaches and plums drink wine together, and the rivers and lakes were down and out. After leaving for ten years, I often miss you in the autumn rain while listening to the lonely lamp.

5. Poetry: I feel the dream of Yangzhou for ten years and get the name of a brothel.

From: Farewell by Du Mu in Tang Dynasty

Interpretation: Yangzhou has been a dissolute dream for ten years. When I woke up, I got a fickle reputation among prostitutes.

5. Poems about memories

1, "Who reads the west wind and is cool alone in Huanxisha" Qing: Nalanxingde who reads the west wind and is cool alone, Sasha Vujacic closes the window and misses the ancient sunset.

It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea. The autumn wind blows cold, who misses that lonely feeling? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past.

Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want. 2. Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao often gets drunk with plum blossoms in the snow every year.

Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my 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. When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I was often addicted to the interest in plum blossom.

Later, although Mei Zhi had it, she was not in a good mood to enjoy it. She just wiped it casually, but tears flowed all over her clothes. When the plum blossom bloomed again this year, I lived alone in a very remote place, and my short and thin hair in my ears had turned gray.

Looking at the blooming plum blossom blowing in the wind that night, it is probably hard to see its splendor. 3. Five generations of "stepping on the six songs and leaning on the green trees": the six songs are leaning on the green trees, and the willow wind is light and golden.

Who moved the cymbals and Zheng to the jade column and flew over the curtain and Haiyan? Eyes full of gossamer catkins, when red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while.

When you sleep, you will talk nonsense, be in shock and have a good dream. In the shade, unique and quiet buildings stand quietly alone, and the winding railings are close to the green trees, which set each other off.

The spring breeze is warm and gentle, and the yellow-green willows are swaying in the wind. The spring is beautiful, the sky is clear in Wan Li, the hairspring is curling, and catkins are flying. This is already the scene of late spring. Just as the apricot blossoms were in full bloom and delicate and charming, it began to rain lightly.

In such a deep relationship, she couldn't help falling asleep. While sleeping soundly, she was awakened by the crisp sound of warblers outside the window, and her dream was nowhere to be found. 4. "Two Poems of Shenyuan" Song Dynasty: A corner of the sunset painting on Luyou City is sad, and Shenyuan is not revived by the pool platform, and the spring waves under the sad bridge are green. It used to be a stunning photo.

The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.

The horn painting on the wall seems to be wailing, and Shen Garden is no longer the original pool pavilion. The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful shadow floating here like a rainbow.

It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to talk about. I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.

In Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji raised the flag at the age of seven and suddenly rode across the river. Jinmen soldiers are preparing quiver at night, and our Han army shoots arrows at the enemy's mother-in-law early in the morning.

Recalling the past and lamenting myself today, the spring breeze can't dye my white beard black. I think these tens of thousands of words can pacify Jin's strategy and exchange people from the east for the book of trees.

When I was young, I crossed the Yangtze River with more than 10,000 soldiers and elite cavalry. Jin's soldiers prepared rocket launchers at night, but our Han army fired an arrow named Jinpu Valley at the enemy in the early morning.

Recalling the past and sighing about myself now, spring breeze can't dye my white beard black. I think we should change the tens of thousands of words' strategy of pacifying Jin people into a book of planting trees with orientals.

6. What are the ancient poems about memory?

1. Today, flowers and moons are similar, and the feeling of peace is the same as before.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place.

We watched him walk eastward through the gate of Lunta and enter the snowdrift of Tianding Road. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? ?

It's freezing and rainy, and it's already night in Wu, so it's calm to see the guests off.

1. Today, flowers and moons are similar, and the feeling of peace is the same as before.

Source: Accidental Success-Li Qingzhao

Interpretation: Today, it is exactly the same as the past, but how can it feel like the past?

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place.

Source: Farewell to the viceroy and post in Shu.

Interpretation: You and I are both people who have gone far away to be officials. You go to Zhou Shu, and I'll stay in Chang 'an. Although going and staying are different, the meaning of farewell at this moment is the same!

We watched him walk eastward through the gate of Lunta and enter the snowdrift of Tianding Road. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

Source: Snow White Farewell to the Field-Secretary Wu Comes Home.

Commentary: The author sent his good friend Judge Wu eastbound, dozens of miles out of the city, and came to the foot of Tianshan Mountain, so they went down to a post station to say goodbye at last. It snowed heavily that day, and the author watched his friend walk far away until he could not see it, but a series of horseshoe prints were left on the snow.

The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? ?

Source: Bai Juyi's Farewell to Fude Guyuan Grass

Interpretation: The spring grass will be green next year, my friend, will you come back?

It's freezing and rainy, and it's already night in Wu, so it's calm to see the guests off.

Source: Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn-Wang Changling

Commentary: Last night, the spring rain fell on the earth, and the misty rain enveloped Wudi Jiangtian. When I say goodbye to my friends in the morning, I feel as lonely as Chushan.