Ten years of life and death, not thinking, unforgettable, the relevant verses

Tang Li Zhiyi divination operator.

You live at the head of the Yangtze River, and I live at the end of the Yangtze River.

Every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River.

Poppy Qing Nalan sexuality.

The colorful clouds are easy to disperse into the autumn sky, and the swallows sigh pitifully.

There is always no reason for several clutches, and it has won a time of family members.

Return to the Old Testament before the frost, can you send incense notes?

It's better not to think about the past, and look at the sunset sideways.

Queqiao Immortal, Song Qinguan.

The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark.

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge.

If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

Qing Pingle Song Yanshu.

The small characters on the red note say that the business is flat, the wild goose is in the cloud, the fish is in the water, and it is difficult to send this feeling.

The slanting sun leans on the west building alone, and the distant mountain is just right on the curtain hook.

The face of the person is unknown, and the green wave is still flowing eastward.

Butterfly love flower Song Yanshu.

The threshold chrysanthemum is sorrowful, and the smoke is weeping. The curtain was cold, and the swallows flew away.

Mingyue does not know how to leave hatred and suffering. The oblique light came to the dawn and pierced Zhu Hu.

Last night the west wind withered the green trees. Go up to the tall building alone and look at the end of the world.

I want to send color notes and rulers. The mountains and rivers are wide and you know where!

Magnolia Song Yanshu.

The green poplar grass is long on the road, and it is easy to go when you are young.

The remnants of the dream at the head of the building are five watches, and the bottom of the flower is sad about the March rain.

Ruthless is not as affectionate as bitterness, and an inch is still tens of millions of wisps.

When there is poverty at the end of the world, there is only endless lovesickness.

Siyuan Song Yan said a few times.

The autumn of red leaves and yellow flowers is late, and thousands of miles of travelers.

The flying red is too much, and there is no letter in the return, where to send the book?

The tear bomb is not enough to drop from the window, so the inkstone is swirled and the ink is studied.

Gradually write to don't come, in the depths of this feeling, the red note is colorless.

Butterfly love flower Song Liu Yong.

Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy.

In the grass-colored smoke and afterglow, who will be speechless?

I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture, and I sing about wine, and I have no taste for it.

The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

Sorrow White hair is 3,000 zhang, and the fate is like a long one. Li Bai's.

Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. Li Yu's only fear of the Shuangxi boat can't carry a lot of depression. Li Qingzhao's young man didn't know the taste of sorrow, fell in love with the floor, fell in love with the floor, and said sorrow for the new words.

Now I know all the sorrows, I want to say that I will rest, I want to say that I will rest, but I will say that the weather is cool and autumn.

Xin Qiji's knife is cut off and the water is more flowing, and the glass is more sorrowful!

Su Dongpo's words "Jiangchengzi": Ten years of life and death. Don't think about it, it's unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. Come and dream at night.

Xiao Xuan window, dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand lines of tears, and it is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Ten years of life and death.

Don't think about it, it's unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. [1]

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

Come and dream at night.

Xiao Xuan window, dressing.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Ten years of life and death without thinking about it means that you and I have been saying goodbye to husband and wife for ten years, and I can't bear to miss it. But after all, it is difficult to look at each other, from the Northern Song Dynasty poet Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi Yimao First Month Twentieth Night Dream", full text:

Ten years of life and death. Don't think about it. Unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. Come and dream at night.

Xiaoxuan window. I am dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Jiang Chengzi Yimao first month 20th night dream translation.

You and I have been separated for ten years once in our lives, but we miss each other very dazedly and can't see each other. I don't want to let myself miss it, but I can't forget it. Your lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell you the desolation and sorrow in your heart.

Even if you meet, you shouldn't recognize me, because I'm already dusty and blind, and my sideburns are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a dream, and I saw you dressing up in front of the small window. You and I looked at each other silently, a thousand words didn't know where to start, only wordless tears fell a thousand lines. I think that the grave mountain with small pine trees shining on the bright moon is the place where you miss me year after year and your heart breaks your heart.

Background of creation. This eulogy was written in the eighth year of the reign of Emperor Xining of the Song Dynasty (1075) when Su Shi migrated to Mizhou, Shandong (now Zhucheng, Shandong). When Su Dongpo was nineteen years old, he married sixteen-year-old Wang Fu.

Wang Fu is young and beautiful, and his relatives are very filial, and the two are deeply in love. Unfortunately, destiny is impermanent, and Wang Fu died at the age of twenty-seven. This was a huge blow to Dongpo, and the pain in his heart and mental pain were self-evident.

Su Shi said in the "Epitaph of the Deceased Wife Wang": "In May Dinghai of the second year of Zhiping (1065), Wang, the wife of Su Shi of Zhao County, died in Beijing. On the first day of June, he was buried in the west of the capital.

On the afternoon of June next year, he was buried eight steps northwest of the tomb of the first monarch and the first lady in Kelongli, Anzhen Township, Pengshan County, northeast of Meizhi. In a calm tone, there is great sorrow. The year "Yimao" in the title refers to the eighth year of Xining (1075), when Su Dongpo served as the governor of Mizhou, and he was forty years old.

On the twentieth day of the first month of this year, he dreamed of his beloved wife Wang, so he wrote this poem "There is a sound when the sky is through, and there are tears when the spring is through" (Chen Shidao) and recited the eternal mourning words.

From the Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi Yimao First Month Twentieth Night Dream".

Ten years of life and death orange is missing, not thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestine will be broken next year, and the bright moon will not debate the night, and the short Matsuoka.

Broken intestine One work: broken intestine).

River. City.

Child. - Su Dongpo.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

In the past ten years, separated by the boundary between life and death, two places are boundless, even if you don't think about it, it is difficult to forget.

This is a famous eulogy. Su Shi's ex-wife Wang Fu died in the second year of Zhiping (1065), and when he made this word in the eighth year of Xining (1075), it was exactly ten years. These three sentences are natural and sincere.

The first sentence is wonderful in the word "two", which covers both the living and the dead. If it is a life and a separation, even if it is thousands of miles away, there is always news to be heard; But now, it is separated by the boundary of life and death, the living cannot understand the dead, and the dead should not know the recent situation of the living. "Don't think about it, never forget", wrote an unforgettable memory of his wife.

You don't have to think about her, and you won't forget it, which shows the depth of her feelings. Therefore, knowing that "not thinking" is false, and "unforgettable" is true, those who are not deep in love cannot say this.

This poem belongs to the category of suffering, which expresses the deep feelings of longing in the poet's heart. Calendar ears of ants.

Analysis: The poem is to express the author's nostalgia for the past, condense people's ordinary life, and express the poet's deep suffering in the heart of the poet with symbolic and abstract language such as hidden games, suffocating days, and heartache thoughts and limbs.

Expansion: This poem can help people better understand the truth of love, unswervingly hold on to the person they like, and bear the suffering and pain of the past, only in this way can they complete the long road from suffering to happiness.

This is Su Shi's classic poem containing the excitement of Jiang Chengzi. Belongs to the word type. This poem writes the sense of distance and aesthetics of life and death dreams in the form of longing. Make it unforgettable to talk about good socks.

Su Shi "Jiangchengzi".

Ten years of life and death. Don't think about it, bend and forget. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

Come and dream at night. Xiao Xuan window, dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected to be like destroying the intestines every year, preparing the moonlit night for the slag, and short Matsuoka.

This is a Tang poem, written by the Tang Dynasty poet Xin Qiji. It renders the poet's mood of feeling wild and sighing that life is ethereal and nihilistic, and that things are wrong and wrong, and shows the helplessness and contradictions of life.

This poem was written in "Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi" by the Tang Dynasty poet Xin Qiji. It's all sentences are that I heard that the dragon marked the five streams, and the fishing boat went to the flower shrine last night. The lotus flowers in the waste pond began to bloom, and the clouds and moonlight suddenly appeared.

The courtyard is silently guarding the mirror platform, and the old people will not bear the flowers. Tears wet the curtain waves, red to crisp. The whole poem describes the beautiful scenery of the night of the first day of the wild year, expressing the poet's nostalgia for the good times.

The poems carry the author's yearning for a better time, but also express a deep sentimentality and unforgettable emotions. The whole poem leaves people with an indelible memory, which makes people have endless memories. This poem belongs to the Tang Dynasty's five-character poems, using a large number of rhetorical devices and common vocabulary, and its form and content are classics that are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Ten years: It has been ten years since the death of his wife Wang Fu.

Ponder: Miss. "Quantity" should be read according to the rhythm of Pingsheng liáng thousands of miles: Wang Fu's burial place Meishan, Sichuan Province and Su Shi's place of residence in Mizhou, Shandong, are far apart, so it is called "thousands of miles".

Lonely Grave: Meng Qi's "Ability to Seek Differences Fifth" contains a poem by Zhang's wife Kong who gave a gift to the trapped husband: "If you want to know where the intestines are broken, the bright moon shines on the lonely grave." "The tomb of his wife Wang.

Dreams: Dreams are vaguely noisy, so clouds and dreams are ghostly.

Xiaoxuan window: refers to the window in front of the small room, Xuan: door and window.

Gu: Look.

Ten years of life and death, don't think about it, never forget" The meaning of this poem is: You and I have been saying goodbye to husband and wife for ten years, and it is difficult to see each other after all. From Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty "Jiangchengzi Yimao First Month Twentieth Night Dream".

Original poem: Jiangchengzi Yimao first month 20th night dream "Song Dynasty: Su Shi.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. Broken intestine One work: broken intestine).

Interpretation: The two died in their lives, separated for ten years, but they missed each other at a loss and couldn't see each other. I don't want to let myself miss it, but I can't forget it.

His wife's lonely grave was thousands of miles away, and there was no place to tell her about the desolation and sorrow in her heart. Even if we meet, I shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty, and my sideburns are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, and saw my wife dressing up in front of the small window. The two looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only a relatively wordless tear. It is expected that the grave mountain with the bright moon shining and the small pine trees growing is the place where I miss my wife and want to break my bowels every year.

About author:Su Shi (1037-1101) was a literary scholar of the Song Dynasty. The word Zizhan, the word and Zhong, the number of Dongpo layman.

A native of Meishan, Meizhou (now Sichuan). Su Xun's eldest son. A.D. 1057 (the second year of Jiayou) Jinshi.

Accumulate the Zhongshu Sheren, Hanlin Bachelor, Duanming Hall Bachelor, and Rite Department Shangshu. He was sentenced to Hangzhou, Zhimi Prefecture, Xuzhou, Huzhou, Yingzhou, etc.

From the Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi Yimao First Month Twentieth Night Dream".

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Jiang Chengzi Yimao remembered the dream on the twentieth day and night of the first month.

Song ] Su Shi.

Ten years of life and death. Don't think about it. Unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

Come and dream at night. Xiaoxuan window. I am dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.