Ancient poems expressing good expectations

1. Ancient poems about good expectations

Ancient poems about beautiful expectations 1. Ancient poems describing expectations

In the crowd, I searched for her again and again in vain. When I suddenly turned my head, I found her there, dimly lit.

Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it?

Yin Yan shuttled through the air, dancing, and Iraqis only went back to Shu, looking up at the swallow going west, and thinking about their feelings from afar.

Green and green, leisurely in my heart.

The Book of Songs Zheng Feng Ji Zi is about a woman in love's longing and expectation for her lover. The meaning in the poem is that your green collar touched my endless sorrow for you.

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Li Chi Ngai

I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day. I drank a river. When will this water stop and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart, like mine, will live up to your yearning.

Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice never forgot to tell Nai Weng.

-Lu You's "Xiuer"

When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it talks to the rain at dusk.

-Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night

Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.

-Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village

2. Poetry expressing expectations

The Book of Songs Zheng Feng Ji Zi

(pre-Qin)

Green and green, leisurely in my heart.

If I didn't go to see you, didn't you receive my letter?

Qing Qing Zi bah, leisurely thinking about me.

If I never visit you, can't you take the initiative?

At the city gate, within reach.

I haven't seen you for a day, like March!

A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night.

(Tang) Li Shangyin

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

Yihuai

(Qing) Huang Jingren

Several times, I sat under the flowers and played the flute, and the red wall of Han Yin looked into the distance.

Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.

The lingering thoughts are exhausted, and the heart is peeling bananas.

In March and May of 1935, that poor glass of wine not fade away.

"three, five, seven words"

(Tang) Li Bai

The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright.

When the fallen leaves gather and disperse, Western jackdaw in the west will be pleasantly surprised again.

Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.

Flowering tree

Xi Murong

How to let you meet me

In my most beautiful moment

for this reason

I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.

Begging for it makes us have a dusty relationship.

Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.

Follow the path you may take.

In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.

Every flower carries my previous hopes.

When you get close,

Listen carefully

Trembling leaves are the passion I am waiting for.

You finally walked past without paying attention.

On the ground behind you

Friend, that's not a petal.

It is my withered heart

3. Poems describing dreams.

Chai Lu WANG Wei: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.

Wu Xinyi by Wang Wei: The Red Calyx of Hibiscus in the Mountain. There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.

Autumn in a Mountain Residence by Wang Wei: An empty mountain stands on an autumn night after the rain. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Wang Wei's Birding Creek: When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

Wei Shui Farmer by Wang Wei: In the setting sun in the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.

Wang Jian's Tian Guxing: Men are happy, women are happy, but people don't complain. In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper. There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die. There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes. In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government. Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate!

Zhang Ji's Wild Old Songs: The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of Shan Ye. Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil. At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns. The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat.

Nie Zhongyi's Wounded Family: selling new silk in February and harvesting new grain in May. Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle. Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room.

Wei's "Housekeeper": A light rain blooms new flowers, and thunder rises. Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge. When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi. Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy. There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet. Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.

Du Xunhe's Widow in the Mountain: My husband clung to Mao Peng because of the soldier, and all my linen clothes were burned. Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings. When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves. If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.

Wei Shui Farmer by Wang Wei: In the setting sun in the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring: In the house, spring pigeons are singing and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees. Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.

Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village: Prepare chicken rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

Du Fu's "The Year of Yan Xing": There are many clouds in the north wind, and in the snow in Xiaoxiang Dongting. The fisherman's net is cold, and he doesn't shoot geese and sing sangbow. Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers. High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish more than birds, so they should not kill Nan in vain. It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used. Carved clay is the easiest thing to get, and likes and dislikes can't be concealed by looks. When will the sadness of this song end?

Wen Tingyun's "Burning Songs": Get up and look at Nanshan, and the mountain will burn the mountain. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected. The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red. Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian. Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet. The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest. Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine. Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps. Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.

Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Notes on Four Seasons (I): Plums are golden and apricots are fat, and wheat and white cauliflower are sparse. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory (II): Children in the village go out during the day and take care of their own affairs. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

Loser-Yan Shu.

Swallows come to Spring Club, pears fall after Qingming Festival.

At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves.

The days are long and the ice floes are light.

Smile at the female companions in the East and please them in Sandao.

The suspect had a good sleep last night. It turns out that today's grass fight won.

Laughter comes from two faces.

4. Ancient poems about expectation

"Jing nu Shu Qi, I arrived in the corner. Love but not see, scratch your head. " (The Book of Songs. Beautiful wind. A quiet woman ")

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.

One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.

On the third night, the bitter rain will eventually clear up.

Guogurenzhuang

Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm.

We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.

We open your window and overlook the garden and fields, holding cups and talking about mulberry and hemp.

Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.

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Li Chi Ngai

I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day. I drank a river. When will this water stop and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart, like mine, will live up to your yearning.

Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice never forgot to tell Nai Weng.

-Lu You's "Xiuer"

When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it talks to the rain at dusk.

5. About beautiful poems

I regret my ignorance and happiness.

Hu

I regret that I know nothing about a happy family and naively put on gauze.

Parents love each other, be careful, copy and protect, and learn to wear rouge.

Children get together to fight, jump over trees and play house.

When I first entered the school, I didn't expect it to be more prosperous in a few years.

When you put on your makeup, a gentleman envies you, and when you look back, you smile and show your teeth.

The four books and five classics are packed on the chest and the paper is full of flowers.

The seeds of love filled Fang Fei, and the village head in front of the stream was loud.

Flying needles show pillows, eyebrows draw boudoir.

On that day, Qin and Qin got married.

Live together, build a love nest together, and make Qin Jinsheng a charming baby forever.

In spring, I love flying kites in the earth, and Baigeng loves to spit green shoots in the wilderness.

Kiss rape, get drunk, climb mountains, play in the water.

In summer, I saw the demon lotus on the boat, and the rain man was holding an umbrella.

Misty rain and hazy roses, smoky wind messed up my hair.

At the end of autumn, the red leaves are high and the clouds are light, so you can climb high and look at the angle.

Hongyan flies south to deliver letters, and the persimmon in front of the door is red.

Love bamboo in winter is full of solar terms, and stepping on snow in Xun Mei is more natural and unrestrained.

Joan jade fluttered in the sky in vain, whipped the top and walked on the ice.

6. Describe the desired poem

An old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles (Cao's "Turtle is Long")

One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea. (It's hard to go through Tang Li Bai)

This will be crucial, and all the other mountains look small under the sky .. (Tang Du Fu's "Looking at Yue")

Why didn't the great man take weapons to collect the fifty States of the mountain? (South Garden by Don Lihe)

As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain. (Wang Song Anshi's "Deng Fei Lai Feng")

May all beings be full and sick. (Song Ligang's "Sick Cow")

I hope that all people will warm their hearts and go out of the mountains tirelessly. (Ming Yuqian's Ode to Coal)

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. (Qing Gong Zizhen's "Jihai Miscellaneous Poems")

If you are selfish, the country will live or die. Why avoid it because of misfortune? (Lin Qingzexu, "Going to the Garrison to Show the Family")

A cavity of blood is diligent and precious, even if spilled, it can become Bi Tao. (Modern Qiu Jin's Drinking)

7. What poems express good wishes?

1, Erlang Shen Yan guangxie

Song Dynasty: Liu Yong

Thanks. After sunset and rain, the fragrant dust is lightly sprinkled. At first glance, the cold wind is clear, the sky is as cold as water, and the jade hook is hanging far away. It should be that Xing 'e has been holding back for a long time, catching up with the old appointment and rushing to drive. Looking around, the darkness in Wei Yun makes the galaxy diarrhea.

Elegant. You know, this scene is priceless at all times. Lucky thinking, threading needles upstairs, lifting powder, clouds. Where Chai Jin whispers, who is in the shadow of the monastery? May heaven and earth enjoy themselves, every year tonight.

Translation:

The summer heat subsided, and the dust was swept away after a yellow rain. When the dew just formed, the cold wind cleared the courtyard. The blue sky is like water, and a crescent moon hangs in the distant sky. Maybe the weaver girl left her husband for a long time, and with a sigh, she flew over the Milky Way on a fast wind wheel to make an appointment. Looking around, the high night sky is full of colorful clouds floating across the Milky Way. The bright galaxy hangs high.

Quiet night sky. You know, this kind of situation can't be bought by any money. The girls in the boudoir looked at the moon in the moonlight and asked Weaver for tips. The powder is rising and the clouds are drooping. Guess who is in the shadow of the cloister, exchanging tokens and whispering. May heaven and earth be happy every year.

2. The car is far away

Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda

The car is far away and the horse falls.

You travel east to the east, and you can fly to the west wind.

May I be like a star, like the moon, shining every night.

The moon is dark and the stars are always bright.

Until the full moon, three to five * * * Yingying.

Translation:

Post horses gallop thousands of miles, horseshoes leap and horse shadows sway.

To travel to Shandong, you have to drag the autumn wind to travel east and west.

How I wish I were a star and you were a moon. Every night, you and I shine bright white light.

Autumn night! At dusk, the moon is often hidden in the clouds, but the stars are high. How I look forward to the moon!

Looking forward to the full moon in May, you and I are a bright couple all day.

3, Song Su Shi's' Water Tune Song Tou Yue Mingdang'.

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Translation:

When did the bright moon begin to appear? I raised my glass and asked the distant sky. I don't know the date of the palace in heaven. I want to ride the breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid that the buildings built by Meiyu can't stand the cold of nine days. Dancing under the moon and enjoying the clear shadows is not like on the earth.

The moon revolves around the scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. Mingyue shouldn't have any resentment against people, should she? Why is it round when people are gone? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon changes from sunny to sunny. This kind of thing has been difficult to be comprehensive since ancient times. I only hope that all the relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, and even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can enjoy this beautiful moonlight.

4. Zhang Tang's Nine-year-old "Looking at the Moon and Thinking about the Past".

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

Translation:

A bright moon rises in the vast sea, and now you and I are facing each other at the ends of the earth.

All living beings hate the long moonlight and miss their loved ones all night.

Put out the candles and cherish the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes, feeling the cold at night.

I can't give you beautiful moonlight, I just hope to meet you in my sleep.

5. Farewell the viceroy to serve in Shu/send him to Ren Shuchuan.

Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place.

Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.

Translation:

Wei Chang 'an, the land of Sanqin; Far away in Sichuan, but far away.

You and I have similar fates, running around in official career, far from home.

As long as you have intimate friends, you don't feel far away within the four seas. Even at the ends of the earth, I feel like a close neighbor.

Breaking up at a fork in the road really doesn't need to be immersed in love and shed tears.