Nostalgic ancient poems

1. Ancient poems and sentences about good memories

2. Ancient poems about memories

An ancient poem about fond memories 1. A poem 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 saw peaches and plums and drank wine, and the rivers and lakes were down and out. I have been away for ten years, and I often miss you listening to the autumn rain.

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.

2. Poems describing memories

Sentences describing good memories

1. Memory is a photo frame, an old photo with yellowing and fading. Staring silently, youth is gone, beauty is gone, and the past is old. Tear drops, fall, words can't say, can't say.

2. The past is like the river reflected by the sunset. I choose the shining treasure in my heart, and I choose your beautiful picture in the most beautiful place in my heart.

3. Those youthful feelings that spread crystal clear in beautiful legends will end in separate seals, or fall in desolate places like wrongly addressed stationery. Every sentence recorded has warm and beautiful intentions. ...

I want to see the warmest sunshine and the most powerful smile. I want to hear cherry maruko and Doraemon go to a better tomorrow.

5. I once had these pasts.

3. Poetry about the past

1, ten years of sorrow and joy like a dream, clap your hands and exclaim, the past is like smoke. -Ye Mengde

2, the past has become empty, still like a dream. -Li Yu

3. In the past, the sales volume of * * * sank, and it declined in the early stage and later stage. -Yuan Zhen

4, the past without trace, in a hurry to gather and disperse. Today, I had a good time with several guests. —— Ouyang Xiu

5, the past is like a cloud, and 3,000 people are drunk. (The author is unknown)

Li Shangyin's Jinse

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

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

Yan Dao Ji

Partridge, hand pick incense notes, in memory of filial piety.

I remember that Xiaolian was holding a fragrant note in her hand, and I wanted to pass on my resentment. When I go back to sleep alone at night, I will meet you in my dream.

Flowers are easy to fall, but the moon is hard to be round, so flowers and the moon should be like fate.

Shengchazi

Jin' anmei juvenile with faults

Jin 'an is a beautiful boy. He rides a green horse. He and Lou Yuren formed an indissoluble bond, embroidering on a chilly night in spring.

The news didn't come back, but pear flower died. There is no place to talk about lovesickness, but under the swing on my back.

Magnolia swing courtyard curtain sunset

Swing the courtyard to curtain the dusk, crayons are idle embroidery households. The wall is full of flowers, and the outside is green and sunny.

If you know where the clouds are, spring dreams will help you. Zi Ai knew the old road and hissed across the road on the east side of Huaqiao.

Ancient poems about memories 1. Ancient poems describing memories

Xiao Feng entered nine places, Zheng rain fell on the jade surface, and Xiao gave it. Acacia lost her soul and sang Xiao Xiaoqu, while jade-faced fish drowned in Kyushu. If a beauty is famous, how can white hair show dust? In memory of Du Mu's rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day, pedestrians on the road want to lose their souls. 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 seems dull. The window and the desk lamp are separate. Huang Tingjian's Tomb-Sweeping Day, peaches and plums are smiling, and Noda's wasteland is only sad. The thunder stung the dragon snake, and everything in the suburbs was soft in the rain. People begged for sacrifices to my arrogant concubine, but they were willing to be burned to death. Sages and fools have known who it is for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of Artemisia. During the Qingming period, there were many tomb fields on the north and south hills of Gaozhu, and the Qingming sacrifices were different. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are stained with blood. At night, children smile in front of the lights. If you have wine in life, you have to drink it, and a drop does not reach Jiuquan. At a banquet at Taoist Haoran's house in Meimeng, I was lying on my bed in the forest, sad that spring was coming to an end. I raised a curtain on a flower path, and a shining bluebird called me to the residence of the Korean pine elf. How charming the golden crucible and the peach tree with tender buds were! Why not get drunk? On Qingming Day, Wei was sent to the court. Bai Juyi in Qianzhou was lonely and depressed, and Sima's family was also unhappy. Leave the syrup and cold porridge and cook new tea on the fire. No wine, no flowers. Move south. Where? This is the end of the world. During the Qingming Festival, Bai Juyi watched the prostitute dance, listened to the guest's poem Yan Ruyu, and listened to the rhyme as gold. Laugh from Xu, and the harp may as well sing. It's a pity that the spring breeze is old and the wine lamp is deep. Flowers send cold food, and the heart is at this time. On the night of Qingming, Bai Juyi is beautiful and clear, and the historian is made of bricks. He walked around the cloister alone, listening to stringed instruments and looking at flowers in the dark. Tomb-Sweeping Day, singing and crying, went to see the old gentleman, with mixed feelings of sadness and joy. If you don't follow Dongluo Water, who will be buried in Beimang Mountain? There are no chariots and horses in the middle bridge, and you can't be idle when crossing the boat and sailing. The tombs are full of people who bother you. Liaodong is disappointed to see the crane fly back. Tomb-Sweeping Day means that Emperor Meng Haoran emphasized Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people were worried about it. The sound of cars on the road is harmonious, the oriental willows are green, flowers and plants are blooming, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and butterflies are playing in pairs. Sitting in the empty hall, remembering the wind in your cave in spring. Birds sing quietly, flowers bloom and fall and destroy the wall. Jade is ashamed of the times, and old tourists learn from old people. Old tourists can't see it and are disappointed in the east of the city. Tomb-Sweeping Day, Longmen travels all over Liqiao, and all the doors will open. Luoyang Road is one after another, looking south at Yichuan Que. Yan Yang rides the wind, and the Qingming Festival sends the pink moon. The forest sees two mountains moving, and the water sees thousands of valleys. Afraid of leaving the rest of the world, Tomb-Sweeping Day cold food went to Wangmen early, led tourists from Liqiao to Liangfu, and entered Chutai in the morning. Sophora japonica smoke dispersed in the morning, elm fire should open in spring. When the weather is fine, flowers come with the early butterflies. Glory takes advantage of the seasonal festival, and the rest is blown lightly. Tomb-Sweeping Day, Ningwangshanchi banquet is endowed with flying words, saying that today Tomb-Sweeping Day is a feast, and the good situation cherishes incense. The flowers are swaying and the warblers are charming. Spring has gone, and it has come back. Shun lau Langzhong, secretary of the Qingming Banquet, left again, and Zuyong's family came back as a near minister. They were happy and did not violate their loved ones. On the seventh day, the garden is good and the Qingming fireworks are new. It has a long history and made friends. Only Germany has become a neighbor. It's dark by the pool, and a cup of fragrant medicine tastes spring. Flowers cover the eaves, birds peep out of the bamboo. Why do you live in a secluded place like Taoyuan? After Tomb-Sweeping Day, we went to the city to see the scenery in Liu Changqing. The river goes far away. Where is Chang 'an, pointing to the edge of the sunset. On Qingming Day, I felt sick when I recalled my brother Wei's cold food recipe, and his heart suddenly opened. Finally, I miss my hometown, and fireworks filled Qingchuan. Apricot porridge is still delicious, and elm soup is slightly fried. I only hate my dear relatives, so I spent this glorious year. 1. We said goodbye to each other sadly. We two officials took opposite paths. However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor. (Wang Bo: "Apricot porridge is still delicious." (Bai Juyi: Farewell to Ancient Grass) 4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. I advise you to drink more wine and go out to Yangguan for no reason. (Wang Wei: "Send Yuan Twenty Shi An Xi") 5. Entering Wu on a cold rainy night, seeing Fujian off alone. (Wang Changling: "Parting with Xin Jian at Furong Inn") Not as good as a gift from Wang Lun. (Li Bai: To Wang Lun) 8. Lonely sails are far away, 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. (Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji Wu home) 10. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the willow flute.

2. 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. Yan 62616964757a68696416fe58685e5aeb9313336303164 The night soldiers hit the silver beard, and the Han arrow flew towards the golden servant.

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.

3. Nostalgic poems

1: A moment that should last forever has come and gone before you know it. 2. When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, it's raining late. 3. Back in those days, Wan Li was swallowed by the tiger. 4. Looking back, when Miss Qiao just got married, she was handsome, with a feather fan and a black scarf, talking and laughing, and the fly ash was gone. 5: I don't know the moon when I was young, so I called it Bai Yupan, and I suspected that there was a Yaotai Sutra, flying at the end of Qingyun Mountain. 6. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot. 1, "Night Shift" Tang

The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.

My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.

2, "Home" Tang Du Mu

The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?

3. Song Ligou in Homesickness

People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.

Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.

The letter from Shi Jing was written by Yuan Kai.

The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.

5, "Hao Chu sees the mountain with the Lord to send friends to Jinghua" Liu Tang Zongyuan

The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.

How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!

6, "Yan Wen" Tang Wei Wu Ying

Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.

7, "Miscellaneous Poems" Tang

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?

8. "Thinking of my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains" Tang.

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

9, "Jingmen Ferry Farewell Friends" Tang Libai

Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

10, "Moonlight Billion My Boy" Tang Du Fu

A vagrant heard drums heralding battle, and geese sang in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Delivering books is often late. What can we expect in a war? .

1 1, climb the mountain in autumn to see the Changqingtai Temple of General Wu.

The dilapidated vegetation has withered, and the autumn scenery has aroused my homesickness. There are few people in the wild temple, and the clouds are separated by water.

The sunset clings to the old city, and the clear sound echoes in the empty forest. Southern dynasties, what's left? , today alone in the Yangtze River.

12, "Bamboo Branch" Yuxi, Liu Tang

Spring grass grows in the head of Baidicheng, and the Qingjiang River in Sichuan is at the foot of Baiyan Mountain.

Southerners come up to sing a song, but northerners don't come up to be nostalgic.

4. What are the poems related to "memory"?

The poems related to "memory" are: 1, followed by recalling the martial arts palace.

-Tang Meng translated "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival: Memories of Jiangnan" and then went to the memory of Wu Palace in Suzhou. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, it's too small to know where the capital is.

-Tang Du Fu's Moonlit Night Translation: Poor young children, how can they feel the sadness of missing? 3. Guanshan in March and May, the guest recalled Qinchuan. -Guan Shanyue translated by Xu Ling in the Northern and Southern Dynasties: The moon on the 15th is reflected in Guanshan Mountain, which makes people homesick for Qinchuan.

4, Sauvignon Blanc is like a memory, and short acacia is infinite. -Tang Libai translated "Three Five Seven Words/Autumn Poems": Forever lovesickness is always a memory, but short-lived lovesickness is endless.

5, Jiang Nanyi, the most unforgettable is Hangzhou. -Tang Juyi translated "Three Stories of Jiangnan": Hangzhou is the most memorable Jiangnan.

6. Send a message to the river and you will remember it. -Tang Li Bai's "Seventeen Songs of Qiupu" Translation: I asked the river: Do you still remember me Li Bai? 7. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

-Tang Li Shangyin translated "Jinse": Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.

8, sad memories of Chen Houzhu, erotic half-baked waist dance. -Tang Niuchan's translation of Pipa: The tune sounds sad and reminds me of Chen Houzhu in the Southern Dynasties, watching the thin-waisted women in the Spring Temple dance when they are half drunk.

However, when it comes to the hardships of desert war, today we will mention Li, a great general who lived a long time ago. -Tang Gaoshi translated Ge Yanxing: You didn't see how miserable it was to fight on the battlefield, and you still remembered General Li, who was brave and good at fighting.

Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you. -Tang Du Fu's "Two Dreams of Li Bai Part I" Translation: Old friend, you suddenly came to my dream because you know that I often think of you.