Nalan s poems about missing his wife, poems about missing his wife in ancient poems

Golden wisps. When is this hatred gone? Dripping empty steps, cold and rain, funeral weather. Three years of long soul dreams, is a dream that should wake up for a long time. The material is also sense, and the world is tasteless. It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted, and a sad place. The hairpin made a covenant and abandoned it.

If there is a Pisces in Chongquan. I know him well, and he has been bitter and happy all the time, and with whom he is dependent. I turned from midnight to side, and endured listening to the re-arrangement of Hunan strings. When it is over, he knows it. I'm afraid that both of them will have a thin life, and then they will be saved and the moon will be left in the wind. The tears are gone, and the paper is dusty.

Qinyuan Spring. Three days before Ding Si's Chongyang Festival, the deceased woman in the dream was dressed lightly, choked with her hands, and could no longer remember many words. But there is a cloud of parting: "I wish to be the moon in the sky, and I still have to pay to Lang Yuan every year." "Women are not working on poetry, I don't know how to get this, and I feel it.

Fleeting, thin life, how to forget. remember the embroidery couch when it is free, and blow the rain; The carved place is bent, and the sun is leaning on the same side. The dream is so hard to stay, the poem is not continued, and it wins a deeper cry. The remains are there, only a turn of spirit, not allowed to look at it.

Re-searching for the blue in the vast. The material is short, and there must be frost in the morning. In the heavens on earth, the edge of the dust is not broken; Spring flowers and autumn leaves, touching still hurt. If you want to take precautions, turn over and shake down, and reduce the fragrance of Xunyi yesterday. It's really helpless, the sound of the flute is next to the flute, and the ileum is composed.

Painting hall spring. One generation and one pair in a lifetime, fighting for two souls.

Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring for the sky?

The pulp is easy to beg for the blue bridge, and the medicine is difficult to run into the blue sea.

If you visit Oxford, you will be relatively poor.

Butterflies love flowers. Hard work is the most pitiful to the sky and the moon, the night is like a ring, and the night is a night. If it is like the moon ring is finally bright and clean, it is hot to give up the ice and snow.

Without that dust, it is easy to die, the swallow is still, and the soft curtain hook said. Singing the autumn grave is not over, and the spring cong recognizes the amphibian butterfly.

Poppies. The silver bed is old with asphalt, and the autumn is swept with powder. The incense picking line is full of money, and it is unspeakable to find Cuiqiao.

The corridor is an inch of lovesickness, and the moon is lonely. The back light and the moon are in the shade, and it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.

Huanxi Sand. Who reads the west wind is cold alone, and Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window. Contemplating the past and setting up the remnant sun.

was shocked by the wine, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea. At that time, it was just ordinary.

There are many more, you can go to read Rong Ruo's poetry collection, or An Yiru interprets Rong Ruo's "At that time it was just ordinary".

Pipa Immortal Mid-Autumn Festival.

The blue sea is every year, try to ask, who is the ice wheel short of? Blowing a piece of autumn fragrance, the clear light is like snow. In sorrow, I am optimistic about the good night, and I strive to know that I will be sad.

Only the shadow is now, which can be recalled, the bright moon in the old days. Hide and seek in the flower path, once provoked Xiao Xiaojing Wuye. Remember whether to light the small fan, and a few times hot and cold.

only ended up with all kinds of feelings, and there was always a lot of parting. A purple jade is ruthless, and the night cold blows and cracks.

1, "Midnight Wu Song." Autumn Song" Li Bai.

Chang'an is a month, and thousands of households pound clothes.

The autumn wind blows endlessly, and it is always a jade relationship.

He Riping Hu Hu, the beloved man went on an expedition.

2, "Spring Thoughts" Li Bai.

The swallow grass is like bisi, and Qin Sang has low green branches and big pei brothers.

When Jun Huai returned to the middle hall of the day, it was the concubine who broke her bowels.

The spring breeze doesn't know each other, what is going on.

3, "Waves and Sands. Ask about the river tide and sea water" Bai Juyi.

By asking the river tide and the sea, what is the love of the monarch and the heart of the concubine?

It is not as good as the tide to have a letter, and the lovesickness is not deep.

Life is just like a March flower, and I will miss it for the rest of my life.

Come like flying flowers and scatter like smoke, drunk and don't know the limit of years.

Nalan Xingde "Nalan Words".

Floating life is like this, don't have more and less, it's better to meet nothing.

Nalan Rongruo's "Nalan Words".

Half a lifetime of duckweed with the passing water, a night of cold rain burial flowers.

Nalan Ci is like a dream, don't have more and less, it's better to meet.

Nalan Rongruo's "Nalan Words".

I am a melancholy guest in the world, recalling my life in the sound of broken bowels.

Nalan Xingde "Nalan Words".

A couple from generation to generation in a lifetime, fighting for two ecstasies.

Nalan Rongruo's "Nalan Words".

Is the moon like then, and the people like then?

Nalan Rongruo's "Nalan Words".

Konoha has returned one after another, where is the waning moon and the wind. The news is half up and down, and there is a little lovesickness tonight. Autumn rain, autumn rain, half of the west wind blows away.

Nalan Rongruo's "Nalan Words".

The west wind cuts plantains overnight, and the eyes are full of fragrant flowers and always lonely.

Nalan Ci" is boundless, and the love in heaven and earth is a promise.

Nalan Rongruo's "Nalan Words".

The fog window is cold to the twilight, and the twilight is to the cold window fog. The flowers are crows, and the crows are falling.

The sleeve is thin, and the thin shadow is thin. The wind is red, and the red is windy.

Nalan Rongruo's "Nalan Words".

With the general sweeping the window before the month, hold to the night to say goodbye.

Nalan Ci "I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know what the king is crying.

Nalan Rongruo's "Nalan Words".

The people in the dome of ten thousand tents are drunk, and the stars are crumbling.

Nalan Rongruo's "Nalan Words".

Half a lifetime of duckweed with the passing water, a night of cold rain burial flowers. The soul is the willow that blows and wants to break, around the end of the world.

Nalan Rongruo's "Nalan Words".

A faint red before the rain, a few traces of soft green smoke, the soul disappeared before the sunset.

Nalan Rongruo's "Nalan Words".

For fear of affection, don't make pity sentences.

Nalan Rongruo's "Nalan Words".

It was a beautiful face, and a familiar face, familiar. spent half of the lives of two young people, and the familiar dream of waking up Rong Ruo tossed and turned.

Nalan Ci "Xie Family Courtyard Remnant Change, Yansu Carved Beam. The monthly silver wall does not distinguish the fragrance of the flowers.

Nalan Rongruo's "Nalan Words".

Tongyun has never flown the word Qiong for a long time, who is the person.

Nalan Rongruo's "Nalan Words".

A couple for a lifetime.

Nalan Xingde "Nalan Words".

Concentrate on the next life, and wish the next life to continue the unfinished fate, but there will be an afterlife?

Nalan Xingde "Nalan Words".

The March Flower I thought of the smoke and the years were limited.

Nalan Rongruo's "Nalan Words".

The delicate whispers of the year lingered in the ears, and the shy appearance of wanting to speak was still in my heart, and in the small characters of the mandarin duck, it seemed that the figure of this flower Xie Yu was like a shadow. However, a couple who thought they were a lifetime only had a few pages of old books full of lovesickness.

Nalan Xingde "Nalan Words".

1.He misses his wife, sees things and thinks about people, full of sorrow, and a bleak place. "This situation has become a self-contained memory, scattered mandarin ducks, the rain is slightly cool, and it was a dream eleven years ago. ”

In the season of falling flowers, he looked at the red eyes and thought of the benefits of his deceased wife, "One generation and one couple in his life, fighting for two ecstasy." Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring for the sky?

Rong Ruo's eulogy was written with tears in his eyes, and the words were bloody, which made people unbearable to read. The dream is so hard to stay, the poem is not continued, and it wins a deeper cry. ”

He raised his head to look at the bright moon in the middle of the sky, missing his deceased wife, "If it is like the moon ring at the end of the day, he will not give up the ice and snow for the heat." The swallow flew back again, the swallow is still last year's swallow, but the person has already gone to another world, "it is easy to die without that dust, the swallow is still, and the soft curtain hook said".

2.Butterflies love flowers.

Hard work is the most pitiful to the sky and the moon, the past is like a ring, and the past is a jue. If it is like the moon ring is finally bright and clean, it is hot to give up the ice and snow.

Without that dust, it is easy to die, the swallow is still, and the soft curtain hook said. Singing the autumn grave is not over, and the spring cong recognizes the amphibian butterfly.

This poem is made by Rong Ruo to mourn his deceased wife, the tone of the words and sentences is mainly blue and white, revealing a sense of elegance and sadness, lamenting that the good things in the world are too short, and hoping that youth and love can be immortalized. ）

3.The western suburbs of Feng's Garden to see the begonias.

Who is not pitiful? The old travel season is a good day, and the broken intestines go since this year.

A faint red is suspicious of the rain, the evening breeze sweeps the sideburns and clouds, and the soul disappears before the sunset.

Picking mulberries and now saying that it was wrong, my heart is sad, my red tears are secretly drooping, and my eyes are full of spring breeze.

Knowing that there was no plan later, he forced the joy to say that he was not like this, and he fell into the west of the plough and the moon.

Dear, remember to adopt it.

There are too many eulogies for Nalan, but these ones feel quite famous, and they are definitely mourning for his wife, not a lover. Painting Tang Chun is a pair of people from generation to generation in a lifetime, and they compete for two ecstasy. Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring for the sky?

That's a lot. It's not easy to list it for a while, but it's good to be stupid about his work called "Nalan Ci", you can take a look, some words and sentences thought they were missing their wives at the time, but the book said that they missed their friends. Therefore, it is still necessary to combine the background of the times.

If it is like the moon ring is finally bright and clean, it is hot to give up the ice and snow.