? Do I miss the good old days,

Or miss the ups and downs of the past,

? There is a sadness in it.

? The following ten nostalgic poems,

What kind of mood are you in?

? Meet you.

? Five Dynasties Li Yu

? Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry.

? Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

? Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.

Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

This word was written after Li Yu was captured and surrendered, and after the country collapsed, Li Yu became a prisoner, and his painful life made him miss the good life before.

Red flowers have withered, flowers bloom and fall, always in such a hurry, but helpless. There are too many things to complain about in life, just like the river that died in the east, endless and endless.

Qingming is the most important thing

Tang Meng Hao ran

Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic.

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 this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, Meng Haoran remembered his former friends and felt sad.

The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day in Beijing makes people feel sad and nostalgic. The carriage is noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng are green. Flowers bloom and fall, the grass grows and warblers fly, and butterflies play in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, recalling the past, replacing wine with tea, drinking and chatting.

Title Chengnan village

Tang cuihu

Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.

Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

It is said that Cui Hu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, came to Chang 'an to take the Jinshi exam, met a beautiful girl in the southern suburbs of Chang 'an, and revisited the girl in Tomb-Sweeping Day the following year, so he wrote this poem.

No matter what the true story is, this poem is recalling last year's events. Whether it is people or things, the whole poem reveals a sense of disappointment that the past is hard to come by.

Quail day

Song Yan Dao Ji

The first time I met you, in the crisp cup where I met you for the first time, it was so gentle, beautiful and affectionate that my face flushed when I took a sip.

We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.

Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times.

Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream.

Poet Jun thinks Yan is very lucky. Many poets can only recall the past, but never meet anyone who remembers each other again. It's really enviable that Yan can meet people who remember each other again.

The first film of this word describes Yan's previous encounter with a woman, holding a bell with colored sleeves and dancing. Such a day is very memorable. After experiencing countless dreams, when the poet really reunited with that woman, he suddenly felt that it was a dream. Life is like a play, it always surprises people.

? lily magnolia

stretch

The water in the pond is green and the wind is slightly warmer. I remember when Yu Zhen first met.

The rhyme of the first song is ringing and the waist is red in the broken dance.

The jade hook stops at the fragrant stage, and I don't know if it will be late after being drunk.

At that time, * * * I enjoyed flowers, and now I don't have half of tally.

The author of this word recalled the past and met the beautiful woman in the pond for the first time. The breeze blew the green pond, which evoked the poet's memories of the past. The joy of seeing a beauty at first sight is different from the melancholy of today's figures. In retrospect and comparison, the poet expressed his sigh that the good time is not long and life is short.

At that time, the poet and Yu Zhen met for the first time, and their love for singing and dancing was hard to stop. I counted the people who came here to enjoy the flowers and play with them. Now that my old friends are separated, I have to rely on wine to drown my sorrows.

Deng Xiaoge from Linjiang Xian Ye recalled his old tour in Luo Zhong.

Song chenyuyi

I remember drinking on the bridge at noon yesterday, and most of the people sitting inside were Hao Ying.

Long ditch Ryutsuki was silent.

In the thin shadow of apricot flowers, I played the flute until dawn.

It has been like a dream for more than twenty years, although I am shocked.

Go to the pavilion to see the new sunshine.

How many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third.

When I wrote this word, Chen was almost fifty years old. Chen, a native of Luoyang, recalled an outing with friends twenty years ago.

At that time, there was nothing in the world, and Youxing gained the upper hand. Later, the northern nomads went south and the Northern Song Dynasty perished. Chen He fled to the south, and he tasted the bitterness and joy again. Recalling the past more than 20 years ago, he had mixed feelings.

At that time, poets liked to drink with friends, enjoy flowers and play the flute, and those apricot flowers became memories.

Shuilongyin

Song Cheng Gai

There must be few flowers in my hometown in the stormy night.

Sorrow and resentment, idleness and loneliness, a year of kindness.

People are easily trapped in willows and careless about peaches, small apricots and plums.

Spring blossoms, flowers look so long. It's just that people are haggard

Looking back on my past in China, I hated the stars and couldn't bear to remember them again.

But now, I see presbyopia, and when I get hurt, I clear my tears.

I am not afraid that every time I meet Huadu, I am afraid that I will taste it when I am old.

You must be drunk if you stay in chaos and borrow the moon from the clouds.

Cheng Gai was a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. In this poem, the poet expressed his homesickness and feelings of self-harm.

There must be not many flowers left in the garden because of the sudden storm all night. I am very bitter and resentful, so I easily failed to live up to a good spring day, such as tired peach blossoms, lazy catkins, green apricots and small mums, and spring flies so casually. Even if the beautiful spring comes back year after year and the blooming flowers are fragrant and gorgeous year after year, people's mood has long been haggard.

? Xiaozhongshan

Zhang Songliang can

The dark flowers are bright and the spring is deep. The little red peony has been smoked.

Rain and soft wind break into songbirds. The delay of the day was still a little cloudy.

Don't dwell on the past. Arrange leisure time and board the plane.

Old tours are hard to find anywhere. Nowhere to find, only a teenager's heart.

From the semantic point of view, it seems that the poet has been an official in other countries for many years and finally returned from a long trip, or he once lived in a certain place when he was a teenager, and now he is close to his hometown, looking for traces of the past again.

There is no need to look back and think about the past. Take advantage of the beautiful spring to have a good trip to the great rivers and mountains. Traces of old plays can be found everywhere now. But nowhere to be found, this is a young heart.

Tang Duoling.

Song Liuguo

Reed leaves are full of Tingzhou, and the cold sand zone is shallow.

Twenty years have passed, South Tower.

Liu Xia's mooring is not stable yet, but it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days.

The yellow crane broke the rock head, so the old friend was there?

Old rivers and mountains are new troubles.

I want to buy osmanthus with wine, but I don't like it.

This is also a poem recalling the past. The south building in the word refers to Anyuan building. When the South Building was first built, Liu Guo once roamed Wuchang and lived a luxurious life for a period of time.

Twenty years later, Liu Guo and a group of friends boarded the South Tower again, and their eyes were full of desolate old mountains and old waters. The poet is old, the country is depressed, and his ambition is difficult to express, which is sad.

Step on the sand

Luzon benzhong

Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow.

It's great to like and dislike.

A nasty smell. Who knows? Find the month of the south building.

I remember last year, when plum blossoms were in full bloom.

Nobody said anything about the past.

Who are you drunk for and who are you awake for? I still hate leaving lightly.

During the plum blossom season, poets reminisce about the past, making the beautiful scenery more lovesick.

I remember it was the same season in previous years, but I was walking with you in the snow in Xun Mei. The moon shines on both of us. As time goes on, people get old and things become a thing of the past. No one mentioned it again! I am drunk and awake, awake and drunk, but for whom? Alas, until now, I still regret leaving you so easily!