What do you think is the most touching poem or phrase?

When I was in elementary school, I memorized a song by Meng Jiao's "The Wanderer's Yin", which contained a sentence: "Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late." "I didn't feel it at the time, but I realized it many years later.

Before leaving, the child's clothes were carefully sewn, but I was worried that the child's return party would be damaged, and every time I left home to go to school, the parents' instructions and the contents of the suitcase made me feel that this love was heavy.

Maybe you won't understand a lot of things until you reach a certain age!

I think the most touching poem is that companionship is the most affectionate confession. Because I think no matter how touching the vows you have to another person, it can't be as important as you always being by his side. I think if a person can always be with another person, you must be very special and important in his heart.

I was not born, and I was old. You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.

It is a kind of happiness to meet the right person at the right time, and it is a kind of cruelty to meet the right person at the wrong time.

In fact, this poem can be extended to many aspects, and I think it still wants to tell us: cherish the people in front of you. Don't wait until you lose to know how to cherish it, maybe the people around you now are the most important people for you.

I'm quite happy now, I've been married for a long time, my child is going to kindergarten soon, and I hope everything will be fine in the future.

I think the most touching thing I have read is a sentence in the "Xiang Zhi Xuan Zhi" written by Gui Youguang to commemorate his wife: There is a loquat tree in the garden, and it was planted by my wife in the year of her death, and now it is like a pavilion.

This sentence has been circulating on major social platforms in recent times, although there is not a single word about sadness in the whole sentence, but the emotions it expresses can be deeply felt by everyone who reads it, and it can be said that silence is better than sound at this time.

The loquat tree that his wife once planted is now flourishing, which also means that his wife has left him for many years, but he still remembers her, and when he sees this loquat tree, he will think of her.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt"。When I was a child, I was very familiar with the melons I carried on my back, but I still didn't understand the true meaning. But when this poem is unique at every age, it is always inexplicably touched by many plots of my mother.

Although nowadays my mother doesn't make clothes for us at night with the lamp on. But her heart for us has never diminished, but as we get older, more and more.

When I was a child, I always made her angry, and at that time I was as hard as a stone, and I never apologized to her. But getting bigger and bigger, I was always afraid of my own words, which broke my mother's heart. I think I must have grown up and understood my mother's deep love for us.

Su Shi's words for his deceased wife are 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.

Gently I go, just as softly I come. Actually, I know this poem. It's too late for me.

But I don't know why, but these two sentences, which are mostly repetitive, grabbed my heart at once.

Later, I knew that this was Xu Zhimo's modern poem, and then I also knew about the emotional entanglement between him and Lin Huiyin. "You are the April day in the world. (Lin Huiyin's modern poems. These two talented women still make people feel a little bit of pain in their hearts.

We kept looking at our memories, but we could never get back to ourselves.

There are the following:

1. You are my dream of gain and loss, and I am your dispensable person. After all, the arrows that cross the mountains and rivers are stabbed by people with extreme affection.

Second, you have never replied to my messages in seconds, and even every sentence of the reply is perfunctory. Later, I realized that in addition to the joy of the two loves, all the likes are sad.

3. In the past, it was always said that the moon under the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is the sweetheart. Later, I realized that the moon under the sea can't be fished, and my sweetheart can't reach it.

Fourth, the person you love most in your life is the person in someone else's arms!

5. Movies are always merciful and can make people who missed meet again. Life is different, and the person who said goodbye will never be seen again.

Sixth, the cruelest thing is not quarrels, not distances, not long-distance relationships, but when I am full of joy planning our future, and you are planning how to leave.

Drunken Huayin Li Qingzhao.

The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is a gold beast. The festival is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn cupboard, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrated.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao does not kill the soul, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Yu Linling Liu Yong.

The cicada is poignant. On the long pavilion late, the showers first rested. The capital tent has no clue, and the nostalgia and the blue boat are urging.

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times. Even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival. Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.

This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even if there are thousands of styles, who to say.

Parting with hatred Yoo Yong.

Thousands of hatreds and sorrows, will be young and heartfelt. The dream is broken, the wine wakes up in the lonely hall, and the night is long and tasteless. It's a pity that there is no end to the two in front of Xu Zhen. Alone, winning can't sleep, and become haggard.

Add sadness, what will be done. Empty and tired. There was nowhere to think about it, and I wept several times. I won't have to do something, and I won't be able to give up at the end. At the end of the day, I asked Yi how it was.

Butterfly loves flowers 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.

Waves of sand Liu Yong.

Dreams, a line of wind through the window, and a cold lamp.

That can wake up from wine, smell the empty steps, and the night rain drops frequently.

Follow the path and be a world-savvy guest for a long time.

Negative beauty, a few promises, then endure, the past party, suddenly turned into sorrow.

Extremely sad. Remembering again and again, in the depths of the cave room, several times drank and scattered the songs, and the fragrant mandarin duck quilt was warm, how could it be temporarily evacuated, Fei Yi's mental strength.

There are thousands of kinds of clouds and rain, and they pity each other.

Just now, the sky is long and eternal, and there is no reason to alienate one's own family.

I know when, but I support Qin Yun, I am willing to bow down and whisper, talk softly, Jiangxiang night and night, count the cold and remember. The most meaningful poems since ancient times are love poems. The content is permeated with parting pain and complex feelings. Liu Ci is a representative work of love poetry.

Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell".

The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The Dumen tent was clueless, and the nostalgia place, Lan Zhou urged, holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, and was speechless and choked.

Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide. Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival. Now.

Where do you wake up? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. It's been a long time. It should be a good day and a good time. Even if there are thousands of styles, who to say.

Li Qingzhao "Slow Voice".

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable.

When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy, and the wind is in a hurry late!

The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now?

Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark?

The sycamore is more drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit.

This time, how can you get a sad word?

Two lines of poetry that I really like, and I think the emotions in them are very touching:

Where does the eternal night go? Absolute sound. The incense pavilion is covered, the eyebrows are constricted, and the moon will sink. Fighting for patience and not looking for each other? Resentment and loneliness. Change my heart, for your heart, I know each other deeply. - Appeal to the Heart

After parting, memories meet, and several soul dreams are with you. There is a silver light left tonight, and I am afraid that the meeting is in a dream.

"Partridge Days".

The most important thing is that the world can't keep the Zhu Yan Rhetoric Mirror Flower Tree.

If it weren't for the depths of love, how could it be soft and cold.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

Nian NujiaoOver Dongting (Song) Zhang Xiaoxiang.

Dongting green grass, near the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is no wind color. Yujian Qiongtian is 30,000 hectares, and I have a leaf in the boat. The moon is bright, the bright river is shadowed, and the surface and the inside are clear. Leisurely heart will be, the wonder is difficult to say to you.

Ying Nian Ling table after years, lonely light self-shine, liver and gallbladder are ice and snow. Short hair, cold sleeves, steady and wide. As far as the West River goes, the Beidou is tilted, and Vientiane is the guest. Buckle the side alone, I don't know what day it is!

Xiao out of Jingci Temple to send Lin Zifang (Song) Yang Wanli.

After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is not the same as the four seasons. The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red.

Tour Xishan Village (Song) land tour.

Mo laughs at the farmer's wine, and the guests are full of chickens and dolphins in the harvest year. There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

The flute and drum follow the spring society, and the clothes are simple and ancient. From now on, if you are allowed to ride the moon idlely, you will knock on the door all the time and night.

Drink the lake after the first sunny rain (Song) Su Shi.

The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always appropriate to apply light makeup and heavy makeup.

Dengjinling Phoenix Terrace (Tang) Li Bai.

The phoenix tour on the phoenix platform, the phoenix goes to the empty river of the building. Wu Palace flowers and plants buried in the path, the Jin Dynasty dressed into ancient mounds.

The three mountains are half in the blue sky, and the two waters are divided into Egret Island. It is always because the clouds can cover the sun, and Chang'an is not worried.

Half dreaming, half awake and half floating, a smile and a deceased The moonlight is like smoke, and the stars are suddenly in the breeze, but I don't know how slender and leisurely.

Like a passing year, tirelessly, in vain to pursue half a lifetime, but also thinking about who in the past to tell the ancient rhyme of the light bell, and who played some delicate strings, do not ask, do not ask.

Let's look at the dawn moon like a hook, and the stars are rippling.

How the shower complained about the wind, Chunying only remembered that prosperous moment.

Who said that the years were like a brocade and turned into an epiphany.

But it is also a leisurely life, and the red curtain is dreaming.

Absurd trivial things float in the new green, and ripples are placed in the prosperity.

The new branches of the grass are new, but I don't know what to do, and I can't find the scorching heat.

Draw thoughts, like quicksand, like water, only memories are difficult to move.

I didn't love it, but I missed it very much.

The clear eyes are already full of tears, and the eyelashes are hung with crystal cream.

If you haven't said anything, you suddenly feel in your heart

The phantom of the wind remained in my heart, and the soft voice still lingered in my ears. Thank you for that moment of spring night, a curtain of dreams ......Half dreaming, half waking and half floating, a smile and a ...... of the deceased

Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, she was in a hurry, and she had no choice but to come to the cold rain and the wind in the evening. Rouge tears, drunk each other, when is it heavy, since people grow and hate the water Changdong.

Jun was born and I was not born, I was born old Jun hates me for being late, I hate Jun was born early, Jun was born early Jun was born I was not born, I am old I am old and hate not to be born at the same time, day by day and you are good, I am not born, I am old I am from the end of the world, I am born from my cape, I am old Butterfly to find flowers, night perched on the grass I like very much.

Try to love Chunhua, don't forget the joy, life should return, death should be Sauvignon Blanc. - Su Wu has to become a more than a mum and die, willing to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals. ——Lu Zhaolin wishes to be a winged bird in heaven and a branch on the ground.

Bai Ju is easy to make a trick, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win and there are countless people 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 they be there, morning and twilight?

"Seeing and Not Seeing" - Cangyang Gyatso.

You see, or you don't see me.

I was right there.

Not sad or happy. You read me, or you don't read me.

The love is there.

Don't come and go. You love, or don't love me.

The love is there.

Neither increase nor decrease. You follow, or you don't.

My hand is in yours.

Don't give up. Come into my arms.

Or let me live in your heart.

Silently in love.

Silence and joy.