A modern poem about missing beautiful women far away is 1. Is there a poem about missing beautiful women far away?
Tung leaf
Green tung leaves, swaying in the lee,
People who look out are far away.
Green tung leaves beckon in the wind,
People who expect are gentle and graceful.
Green tung leaves, living high,
Miss Iraqi, in the twilight.
Green tung leaves, especially in late autumn,
I lost the news and withered in three days!
Another passage in the Book of Songs
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If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again.
Song Ci Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen?
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
Liu Yong
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
A Piece of Plum by Li Qingzhao
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.
Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
When those red berries come in spring, for my sake, send some in spring and take them home for a hug as a symbol of our love.
2. Modern poems about missing beautiful women
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
-Tang misses those red berries that flush on your southern branches when spring comes? People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. Heaven and earth are one, but dare to separate from you! -Han Han Yuefu is evil and good! I want to know you and live a long life.
There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you! 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. -Hu last year titled Nanzhuang, the provincial capital city. Today, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off.
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. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny.
-Liu Tang Yuxi "Zhi Zhu Ci" ③ The level of Yangliuqing River singing on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. -Tang Yuanzhen's "Li Si" once the sea was difficult for water, and it was amber forever.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
-Tang Du Mu bid farewell to more than thirteen cardamoms (two songs) in early February. The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain.
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh. The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. -Tang Li Shangyin Untitled Time was long before I met her, but it was even longer after we parted. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
-Tang Li Shangyin Untitled Last night's star, last night's wind, is the west of the studio and the east of the cinnamon room. Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it! -Tang Li Shangyin, Jinse, I wonder why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which 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! When * * * cut candles at the west window, it said it would rain late.
-Tang, Li Shangyin's "A note to friends in the north on a rainy night", you asked about the untimely return date, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night. When * * * cut candles at the west window, it said it would rain late.
When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one. -Tang Du Qiuniang Jin Bao advised you not to cherish Jin Bao, and advised you to cherish youth.
When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
-Fan Zhongyan In the Northern Song Dynasty, Su Curtain covered the sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.
The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.
Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Sleep every night unless you have a good dream.
High-rise buildings in Yue Ming are exclusive. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? -In the Northern Song Dynasty, the fairy clouds in the Qin Guanque Bridge were smart, flying stars spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese were dark.
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
If the relationship between two people lasts for a long time, is it a matter of time? Affectionate since ancient times, where to wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. -In the Northern Song Dynasty, Liu Yongyu's bell was cold, the pavilion was late, and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and staring at tears, there is no rain to choke.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
There is no choice but to let the flowers fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns —— Huanxisha, a glass of wine, is a new word in Yanshu in the Northern Song Dynasty. The weather was old last year. When did the sun set? Helpless, let the flowers fall, as if I had met Yan's return, and Xiaoyuan Xiangjing wandered alone. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
-Liu Yong in the Northern Song Dynasty fell in love with flowers and leaned against dangerous buildings. The wind is thin, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. Who will rely on silence in the afterglow of grass smoke? I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. The west wind withered the green trees last night.
A person in a tall building can see the end of the world. -northern song Yan Shu loves flowers, and the chrysanthemum is sad and smoky.
The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world.
I want to send colored stationery and rulers. The mountain is very long and the water is very big! How deep is the yard? How deep is the courtyard of Song Ouyang Xiu's "Die Lian Hua"? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy.
Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road. March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. Ten years of life and death! Never think, never forget.
-Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" in the Northern Song Dynasty was born and died for ten years! Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. There is nothing to say, only a thousand tears.
It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
—— Ouyang Xiu in the Northern Song Dynasty gave birth to tea seeds. Last January night, the flower market was brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
There are plenty of grass in the end of the world, but they are mercilessly annoyed-Su Shi's butterfly flowers withered in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the red apricots were small. Swallows fly and green water surrounds them. There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea! Swing in the outer wall of the road, laity in the wall, beautiful woman laughing in the wall.
Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed. The flower curtain in the courtyard is not rolled, and the grass is far away.
-Song Zhushu swims in Jinmen (it's already half spring). It's already half spring, so this situation is infinite. Twelve railings are idle and worry about the future.
Good weather and warm weather, lost to Yingying Yanyan. The flower curtain in the courtyard is not rolled, and the grass is far away.
Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. -Xin Qiji's "Jade Case" (Yuanxi) in the Southern Song Dynasty, thousands of trees bloom in the oriental night, with stars.
The BMW carved cars are full of incense, the phoenix flute rings, the jade pot flashes, and the dragons and dragons dance together all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.
Looking for her in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
-Southern Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers, Clouds and Clouds", refreshing the brain and eliminating the golden beast. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
How about this time.
3. Poems that miss lovers far away
1, spring thinking of Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green.
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
Spring breeze, you and I don't know each other. Why do I feel sad when it blows to Luo Zhang?
The grass in Yan Di is as green as Beth, and the mulberry trees in Qin are also green. When you are homesick and looking forward to your return, you have long been missed and worried. Spring breeze, you and I are strangers. Why did you blow into my account to cause my anxiety?
2. Jinse Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
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.
Jinse, why do you have fifty strings? Every string and paragraph reminds people of the year of Huang Jinhua. My heart is like Zhuangzi, confused by butterfly dreams; Another example is watching the emperor, turning the cuckoo into a cuckoo. Hai Ming Yue Ming, Jiao Ren's tears are pearls.
Lantian is sunny and warm, and you can see good jade and good smoke. The feelings of joys, sorrows and sorrows cannot be recalled today, but they have been inadvertently long ago. Although it is difficult for readers to understand the ideological content of the poem "Jinse", it is easy to see a poetic scene for wandering in their minds.
3, "Moonlight Night" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
Tonight, the moon in Zhangzhou must be equally clear and round. You can only watch it alone when you miss your wife. Poor little child, how can you feel the sadness of missing? Hazy, perhaps wet his wife's sideburns; The cold moonlight should reflect the cold jade arm of his wife. When can we meet again and enjoy the moon by leaning against the thin curtain? At that time, the moonlight must still be there, so let it dry our tears silently.
4, "Night Rain" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
I miss a person, far away from home. I felt something, and it was deeply rooted in my intestines. I can't be far away from home, and I don't look forward to it every day.
I can't solve the problem in depth and don't think about it every night. What's more, I stayed alone in the empty hall this evening. Autumn is unknown, rain and dust.
If you don't learn Buddhism, you can forget your peace of mind.
I have someone I miss deeply, but I am far away in a foreign land. My feelings are deeply engraved in my heart. My hometown is so far away that I can't go back. Not a day goes by without seeing it. I feel extremely painful inside, but I have nowhere to resolve it. I think about it day and night.
My future seems to be confused and hopeless, sleeping alone in an empty room. Autumn hasn't come yet, but it's already stormy. I have never studied the Dharma of an ascetic monk, so it is hard to forget the past!
5. "Wang Yishan" Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
I hope my husband won't come back all day and become a lonely stone.
It has been thousands of years, just like when I first saw it.
Looking forward to her husband's not coming back all day, she finally became an isolated stone and missed him. This woman has been taking care of her husband here for thousands of years, or she just stood here and looked at it.
There is an urgent need for a modern poem about missing your family.
When the hairy claws on the hillside show their heads
When apricot blossoms are about to bloom with the message of spring.
When the cement road sends my thoughts home.
When my freedom hasn't come yet.
When memories blur your beautiful memories.
Gradually clear
Eve of Tomb-Sweeping Day
I miss my relatives in my hometown.
You have forgotten what I look like.
You gave me a place to bow.
Ordinary grave
But my life is about you.
You have been buried under the grass and wild flowers in spring.
In my heart
You are eternal.
Emotions in this world
Gradually away from me
Everything in this world.
You don't like it anymore.
Grandparents who left early
Look at the feng shui of the ancestral grave.
You are my closest and most ambiguous parents in this world.
Big brother who left early
Your grave is full of weeds.
Apricot flowers bloom early near Gezhen.
Do you remember your beloved Reiko Kobayakawa?
And congenital diseases?
You can't ride a bike all your life.
But I like to sit behind my car.
Talk about the new publication, read it early.
Parents who died of illness
Now, it can only appear in my dreams.
Look everywhere, but I can't see your kindness.
Sometimes I dare not look at your photos.
I always feel that you are right beside me, looking at me.
My uncle is nearby.
Gradually clear in the inherent forgetfulness.
So quiet, coughing occasionally.
There is bitterness in white hair.
The so-called hometown
This is a bloody ancestral grave.
Tall poplars
Send away our figure.
But send our thoughts back.
Destined to have no tears
Sprinkle it in the hometown of worship
Because what you need may be our strength.
Destined to have no smile
Send away our footsteps
Because you are sleeping quietly.
Never mind the children and grandchildren in this world.
But we deeply remember your love.
Your blessing
And your eyes that never give up.
If I leave, I dare not look back.
I'm still afraid of leaving when my tears get wet.
I'm afraid your hand will send out your happiness.
We enjoyed it.
Compared with your departure
I feel more about my own feelings and hardships.
Not worth mentioning.
You sleep quietly.
Is to let us live in peace.
Beyond my veins
This is your continuous supply
Under the tree in front of me.
It's your caring eyes.
Give me a sail for life.
Let me squander the love of this life
Dear people
Spring has come and the earth has awakened.
Love the world
Is my last expression to you.
You sleep quietly.
Is to let us live in peace.