Do you know I'm thinking about you? 2, a few autumn days in life, the years are long. Ten years of talking and laughing are now, when can I stop thinking about those endless memories?
3. Missing is like chocolate, bitter and sweet ... I dare not miss you for fear of missing you: I dare not say that I miss you for fear of missing you more ... In fact, I really miss you. It is better to have someone who can at least miss you than no one.
5, a little miss, flowing like water. The past is like smoke, those memories are stuck in my mind, and all corners of my world are about you. Love thrush, you know your mood; Probably worried about transplanting rice seedlings.
7. Missing someone is like drinking a glass of cold water, and then dripping into tears. 8. I really miss you: day and night, the more I think about it, the more I think about it; Regardless of the season, it is warm even in the cold winter; No matter how far or near, it is far but deep.
9. Who says I haven't seen you for a day like Sanqiu? It feels like thousands of years, baby. I miss you so much! 10, how long has it been? I thought you were there, you lived in my heart, accompanied by my breath. 1 1, the stars are full, and love spreads in eternity. The poetic legend of you and me is the most beautiful constellation on the horizon! Love can shine like a star! 12, a person is not alone, only when he misses someone.
13, it was chilly in the spring for several days upstairs, with curtains hanging all around, and the jade fence was dry and careless. Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad.
When you miss me, my eyes are stars in the sky. When you miss me, my hand is the soft wind blowing around you; When I miss you, your smile is the golden moon in the night sky. When I miss you, your arms will always be spring.
15, the memories that one person thinks are unforgettable have long been forgotten by others. The spring breeze came to Jiang Nanan again. When will the bright moon shine on me? 17, my thoughts are flowers that have been pushed open by years and are blooming everywhere! Flowers turn into butterflies and fly into your dreams every night! 18, acacia turns to hate, lyre.
Spring is pleasant and exciting. 19, some unspeakable memories often come crashing in the dead of night, stinging the softest place in my heart and unable to struggle.
20. Lonely people will always think of everyone who has appeared in their lives, so I will always think of you endlessly every night when the stars fall and count my loneliness over and over again. 2 1, suddenly disappeared, breaking my heart.
22. One day, I went to the seaside again, facing the sea. The wind blows from the distant sea, and the hillside is full of cherry blossoms. Some people say that if you write down the people you remember on the beach and are taken away by the sea in the rain in June, () you can stop thinking about them. 23, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.
24, painting a pavilion soul pin, high-rise buildings are broken, and the sunset only sends waves far away. Endlessness is sorrow, and the world is full of thoughts.
25. The cello sounds like a river. The left bank is a memory I can't forget, and the right bank is a glorious time I deserve to persist in. What flows in the middle is my faint sadness every year. 26, the dog will not lose weight, because it will not miss.
People are thin because they miss others. People are always tortured by missing, and be a poor stray dog in missing.
27, the sun has no face, and it is difficult to sleep at night. Until the Double Ninth Festival, the moon in other places is more round ... 28. Leaving the palace upstairs on the mountain, the river flows by the palace in front of the building.
Graduation is a cruel season. Ripe and immature crops should be harvested together. At the moment when autumn and winter alternate, everything will drift with the wind. Only the memory in my heart is like a clear mountain stream flowing forever ... 30. The water is light, the sky is blue and the road is boundless. Eyes high, beauty is coming, infinite thinking.
3 1, forgetting is our unchangeable fate. Everything is like a misplaced painting. Everything in the past can't go back to the past, so it slowly extends out bit by bit. Maybe we should really forget what interleaving is. 32. How did you know that you missed Sanqiu for two years?
33, flow, heart with the beginning, how much spring! The sky is crisp and the smoke is rolling. Is it sunny today? 34. When people are away, when the moon is full. The letter was delayed.
I was thinking about it, but I just missed it. 35. I was told that the memory of fish is only 7 seconds. After 7 seconds, it doesn't remember the past, and everything becomes new.
Therefore, the fish in that small fish tank will never get tired. I'd rather be a fish, forget everything after 7 seconds, and the people I met and the things I did can disappear.
But I'm not a fish. I can't forget the people I love, the pain I care about, and the pain of lovesickness. 36. The feeling of missing you is like: cooking without salt; Apples should not be too sweet; Smoke less; Forgot to bring money when shopping.
I will miss you when I have time, and I will miss you when I have no time. If I really can't spare the time, I will-do nothing but miss you! 37. The ends of the earth are poor and white, only endless lovesickness. 38. There is nothing wrong with the moon and the stars, because you have left; The breeze is silent because I am crying; I didn't say anything because I still miss you.
39. Send two lines of tears to my hometown. 40, can see, can't see.
Mr. Xia blew gently and disappeared instantly. I forgot everything I remember. Leaving only the faint shadows swaying slightly.
4 1, when there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia. 42. When you are lonely, you should guard your thoughts. Where there is shadow, there is light.
2. What are the poems about recalling the past? 1. "Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha" Qing: Nalanxingde
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
The autumn wind blows cold, who misses that lonely feeling? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past. Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want.
2. Song Xueli Dynasty in Qingping Music Year: Li Qingzhao
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I often indulged in the enthusiasm of plums. Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes.
I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I was often addicted to the interest in plum blossom. Later, although Mei Zhi had it, she was not in a good mood to enjoy it. She just wiped it casually, but tears flowed all over her clothes.
When the plum blossom bloomed again this year, I lived alone in a very remote place, and my short and thin hair in my ears had turned gray. Looking at the blooming plum blossom blowing in the wind that night, it is probably hard to see its splendor.
3. Upper Ruzhou County Tower/Upper Ruzhou Tower
Tang Dynasty: Li Yi
At dusk, drums are like a border state. I went to this building thirty years ago.
Today, the mountain city is sad not only for autumn, but also for tears.
Climbing the Ruzhou Tower, I watched the dim dusk scenery in front of me, as if I were in a frontier fortress, and the familiar drums sounded in my ears. It was thirty years ago that I first climbed the tower.
I think that the war has not been extinguished and the country is devastated; Full of melancholy is not only because of this bleak autumn!
4. Song Shenyuan's Two Poems: Lu You
On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the non-pool platform in the garden is revived.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
The horn painting on the wall seems to be wailing, and Shen Garden is no longer the original pool pavilion.
The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful shadow floating here like a rainbow.
It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to talk about.
I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.
5. Brother Deng Yexiao of Linjiang County recalled his old tour in Luo Zhong.
Song: Chen
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.
I remember drinking in Wuqiao, and everyone present was a hero. Moonlight reflected on the river, quietly passed away with the water, and in the faint shadow of apricot flowers, bamboo flutes blew until dawn.
Twenty years seems like a spring dream. Although I am here, I look back with trepidation. Bored, I boarded the attic to watch the new rain. Throughout the ages, many historical stories have made fishermen sing in the middle of the night.
3. Poems about dreams 1. Life is like a dream, and statues are still on the moon. -Stone "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia"
Interpretation: Life is like a dream. A toast to the eternal moon.
Second, last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. -Tang Zhang Xuruo's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"
I dreamed of falling flowers in the idle pool last night. Unfortunately, in mid-spring, Zhidao couldn't go home by himself.
Third, you can see the sword and dream back to the corner when you are drunk. -Song Xin Qiqi's "Destroying the Son to Chen Tongfu Zhuang Ci"
In my drunken dream, I lit the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I went back to all the camps in those days and blew the horns one by one.
Fourth, there is more wind and snow, and the dream of hurting the country's heart has not come true, so there is no such voice in my hometown. Answer-Qing Nalanxingde's "Sauvignon Blanc, A Journey to the Mountain"
It was windy and snowy outside, which woke the sleeping soldiers and reminded them of their hometown, where there was no such sound.
Five, lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. -Song Luyou, The Storm of November 4th
As the night drew to a close, I lay in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain. I dreamt in a daze that I rode an armored war horse across the frozen river.
4. A famous poem about dreams: Jinse 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.
Meng Xiao
Li Qingzhao
Dreams and sparse clocks, floating clouds;
Because anqisheng, green flowers are everywhere.
Autumn wind hooligans blow out jade well flowers;
* * * Look at the lotus root like a boat and eat dates like melons.
A beautiful woman with drooping hair, good looks and beautiful language;
Laughter and sophistry, live fire to cook new tea.
Although there is a lack of metaphysical skills, amusement is endless;
Life is like this, why go home?
Get up and fold clothes and sit down, covering your body, tired by noise;
You can't see what you know, but you can't see what you think.
Jiangchengzi sushi
Ten years of life and death, two endless thoughts, unforgettable lonely graves, nowhere to talk, a desolate place, even if we meet, we don't know how to sit on our temples, such as frost, and dream of going home at night. Xiao Xuan window is wordless dressing and caring for each other, but the tears are sad year after year, and the moon is bright and the night is short.
Langtaosha (Li Yu)
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading.
Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.
I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away.
Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Song Li at midnight
How can we avoid sadness and hatred in life? What is the limit of ecstasy alone!
The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes.
Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny.
The past is empty, still like a dream.
Wang Jiangnan Liyu
How much hate, in my dream last night.
Also like the old garden, the car is like flowing water in Ma Rulong;
Flowers and the moon are spring breeze!
"Seven Laws" Untitled Lu Xun
It is a custom for young women to have silk on their temples on long nights in spring.
In my dream, I vaguely shed tears for my mother, and the flag of the king on the city head changed.
Endure watching peers become new ghosts, and look for small poems in anger.
There is no place to write after singing, and the moonlight is like water.
5. Poems related to memory and poems related to memory
1: When the kite is tired of the sky, will it fall into the sea without hesitation?
The broken promise was mended yesterday.
3. With memories, life can be rich, and years can be full of poetry. Indulge in memories, youth is inevitably pale, and men's hearts are also sad.
4. Memory is a lamp that illuminates the mind. Let you see clearly that your inner darkness is not your own defect, but because of the angle of illumination, you misunderstood and ignored it.
Life is actually a lonely journey, and no one can accompany you to the end. A brief meeting is only the foreshadowing of the next parting. Cold lurks and comes out by chance. All the pain and beauty will eventually fade away with the long river of years. Until there is no trace to be found, and there is nowhere to pursue. Finally, there are some faint sadness and memories left.
6: With good friends around, hell becomes heaven! The only rose in the world without thorns is friendship.
7. Birds' wings flutter in the air, which is a noisy and cold sound, full of fear and uncertain destination flow.
8. The most regrettable thing in life is to give up what you shouldn't give up easily and stick to what you shouldn't.
9. Memory is an old musical on the old phonograph, covered with dust and scars. Yi-ya, Yi-ya, Yi-ya, seems to be pouring out the usual bleak and broken life, like reading endless vicissitudes.
10: I used to think that my star wouldn't fall, but when it did, I found out that there is really no eternity in the world.
1 1: There are no ifs in life, only consequences and results. The past is gone forever, and what comes back is no longer perfect.
12: Young people have dreams and old people have memories. Be reckless when you are young and regret when you are old.
13: Falling in love is a feeling. When this feeling is gone, I am still forcing myself. This is called responsibility! Breaking up is courage! When this courage is gone, I am still encouraging myself. This is called tragic!
6. The poem about memories is 1, "Who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha" Qing: Nalan Xingde.
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
Translation:
The autumn wind blows cold, who misses that lonely feeling? Watching the yellow leaves dancing to cover the window, standing in the sunset, recalling the past. Take a nap after drinking, the spring is suddenly leaking, the boudoir is gambling, and the skirt is scented with tea. The past is normal and I can't get what I want.
2. Song Xueli Dynasty in Qingping Music Year: Li Qingzhao
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I often indulged in the enthusiasm of plums. Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes.
I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
Translation:
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I was often addicted to the interest in plum blossom. Later, although Mei Zhi had it, she was not in a good mood to enjoy it. She just wiped it casually, but tears flowed all over her clothes.
When the plum blossom bloomed again this year, I lived alone in a very remote place, and my short and thin hair in my ears had turned gray. Looking at the blooming plum blossom blowing in the wind that night, it is probably hard to see its splendor.
3. Five Dynasties "Queta, Six Songs, Dead Trees and Green Flowers": Feng Yansi.
Six songs lean against the green trees, the willow wind is light, and the golden glow is exhibited. Who moved the cymbals and Zheng to the jade column and flew over the curtain and Haiyan?
The eyes are full of gossamer, and when the red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. When you sleep, you will talk nonsense, be in shock and have a good dream.
Translation:
In the shade, a unique and quiet building stands quietly alone, and the winding railings are close to the green trees, which set each other off. The spring breeze is warm and gentle, and the yellow-green willows are swaying in the wind.
The spring is beautiful, the sky is clear in Wan Li, the hairspring is curling, and catkins are flying. This is already the scene of late spring. Just as the apricot blossoms were in full bloom and delicate and charming, it began to rain lightly.
In such a deep relationship, she couldn't help falling asleep. While sleeping soundly, she was awakened by the crisp sound of warblers outside the window, and her dream was nowhere to be found.
4. Song Shenyuan's Two Poems: Lu You
On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the non-pool platform in the garden is revived.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
Translation:
The sound of painting corners on the wall seems to be mourning, and Shen Garden is no longer the original Chige.
The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful shadow floating here like a rainbow.
It has been more than forty years since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to talk about.
I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.
5, "Partridge Sky, One Guest Talk about Fame Because of Young Current Affairs" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
When I was young, I took 10,000 soldiers and elite cavalry and spent too much time with them. Jinmen soldiers are preparing quiver at night, and our Han army shoots arrows at the enemy's mother-in-law early in the morning.
Recalling the past and lamenting myself today, the spring breeze can't dye my white beard black. I think these tens of thousands of words can pacify Jin's strategy and exchange people from the east for the book of trees.
Translation:
When I was young, I crossed the Yangtze River with more than 10,000 soldiers and elite cavalry. Jin's soldiers prepared rocket launchers at night, but our Han army fired an arrow named Jinpu Valley at the enemy in the early morning.
Recalling the past and sighing about myself now, spring breeze can't dye my white beard black. I think we should change the tens of thousands of words' strategy of pacifying Jin people into a book of planting trees with orientals.
7. Are there any poems about memories and dreams? Youth is a beautiful dream, but it will wake up one day. Youth is a small river, but it will dry up one day. Youth is a rainbow, but it will disappear one day. Youth is a blooming flower, but it will fade one day. Youth is the fine sand in your hand, which leaks unconsciously. Youth is a meteor in the sky, although beautiful, it will disappear in an instant. Youth is the fragrance left by happiness. I want to cherish it. We have crystal purity and youth, we have the vitality of grass, we have the fiery youth of the sun, we have the ambition of an eagle, and youth grows with us. Youth is our hope for the world, flying to the unknown world in the sky, giving us infinite reverie, depicting the years in the dreamy world, leaving us with beautiful memories and spreading our youthful youth in the trajectory of life. Different vitality, different styles, different dreams, let us fly our youth and look for a different future. Modern poetry, the song of youth, is grasping the pen tip without direction, sailing to the ends of the earth with the sails of youth, never stopping, stepping on the blue waves of the times, dancing with the beat of the years, rippling with ordinary youth, wave after wave, bathed in light, people put their ideals on a huge ship, set sail and sail, singing about the decline of autumn, the glaciers of Jiangrun River in spring and winter, and the Xia Yong Galaxy cooking songs of labor and eating spicy food. Sunlight interweaves, wears sweat, and ripens the fruit of fragrant coffee in the soil. It is not difficult to laugh at Yaotai's mother, praise the hero's countless feats, listen to the song of youth shining by the sun and the moon, step on the clay ball of mountains and rivers and grind iron into needles. Hard work and courage wiped out the hard-to-soak rice. Hundreds of millions of flowers of science and technology have passed, and the years that have not yet arrived are mixed. The noise and bumps of wind and rain are hidden, and we tug at the rope woven by youth and tug-of-war with the years.