2, the past has become empty, still like a dream. -Li Yu
3, the past is gone, the early decline of the late. -Yuan Zhen
4, the past without trace, in a hurry to gather and disperse. Today, I had a good time with several guests. —— Ouyang Xiu
5, the past is like a cloud, and 3,000 people are drunk. (The author is unknown)
The past is like sand, but who won't forget it?
Time is like water, gone forever.
Time is like a flower, but it disappears as soon as it appears.
Do you remember how many unforgettable moments there were?
When we say it will never be forgotten, it is forgotten.
Bathe in the sunshine and let the warmth fill my heart.
I'm not alone, at least I have my own company.
The breeze brushed my hair and brushed my face.
I didn't cry, that was my time.
Sitting on the steps near the teaching building, waving goodbye to the paradise that has accompanied me for three years.
Give a hug to the blue sky, and I will sail away.
No longer lonely, no longer sad, riding the wind, trying to fly.
Give the sun a smile, thank you for warming my heart.
If I am tired, I will build a new paradise on the sea of clouds.
The past is like sand, who doesn't forget it?
Time is like water, gone forever.
Time is like a flower, but it disappears as soon as it appears.
Do you remember how many unforgettable moments there were?
When we say it will never be forgotten, it is forgotten.
Bathe in the sunshine and let the warmth fill my heart.
I'm not alone, at least I have my own company.
The breeze brushed my hair and brushed my face.
I didn't cry, that was my time.
Sitting on the steps near the teaching building, waving goodbye to the paradise that has accompanied me for three years.
Give a hug to the blue sky, and I will sail away.
No longer lonely, no longer sad, riding the wind, trying to fly.
Give the sun a smile, thank you for warming my heart.
If I am tired, I will build a new paradise on the sea of clouds.
2. Hold fast to the past poem 1, which used to be an eternal amber.
2. When poverty exists forever, and this endless sadness lasts forever.
3. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
4, life is born with infatuation, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance.
5, a kind of acacia, two leisure feelings, only under the brow, but in the heart.
6. Looking back at tears, I hate not meeting and not getting married.
7. I want to know you. There are no graves in the mountains, rivers are inexhaustible, and it rains and snows in Lei Zhen in winter and summer. Heaven and earth are one, but I dare to be with you.
8, Guo Yan, too, although sad, is an old acquaintance.
9, hate is not as good as tide, acacia began to feel that the sea is not deep.
10, ten years of life and death, unforgettable.
3. 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.
4. Let bygones be bygones, life has been stormy. This is not a poem. This quote comes from a song sung by Sandy Lam. Love is a thing of the past.
When did you stop loving me?
Singer: Sandy Lam/Jonathan Lee
Lyrics: Jonathan Lee
Don't mention it again.
Life is full of wind and rain.
Even if the memory can't be erased
Love and hate are still in my heart.
Really want to break the past.
Let tomorrow continue to get better.
Don't ask me any more questions.
Love is a difficult problem.
It's too dazzling
Perhaps, forget the pain.
It's not easy to forget you
You never really left.
You in my heart forever.
I still love you.
There's nothing I can do about myself.
Because I still have dreams.
Still put you in my heart
Always easily moved by the past.
It's always for your heartache
Don't wander in the years.
I don't mean to be tender.
Don't ask me if I will meet again.
Never mind whether I mean it or not.
Why don't you understand?
As long as there is love, there is pain.
One day you will know the truth.
Life won't be different without me.
Life is too hasty.
I was scared. I always burst into tears.
Forget me, there will be no pain.
Let blowing in the wind pass.
Don't mention it again.
Life is full of wind and rain.
Even if the memory can't be erased
Love and hate are still in my heart.
Really want to break the past.
Let tomorrow continue to get better.
Don't ask me any more questions.
Why don't you understand?
As long as there is love, there is pain.
One day you will know the truth.
Life won't be different without me.
Life is too hasty.
I was scared. I always burst into tears.
Forget me, there will be no pain.
Let blowing in the wind pass.
Why don't you understand?
As long as there is love, there is pain.
One day you will know the truth.
Life won't be different without me.
Life is too hasty.
I was scared. I always burst into tears.
Forget me, there will be no pain.
Let blowing in the wind pass.
Extended data:
When Love Is Past is 1993, the theme song and ending song of Farewell My Concubine starring Leslie Cheung, ZhangFeng yi and Gong Li, and originally sung by Sandy Lam and Jonathan Lee. It has been included in 1993 Sandy Lam's "Farewell My Concubine" soundtrack, Cantonese album "Why not start over" and Mandarin album "Don't care who I am".
The movie star Leslie Cheung once covered this song, which was included in 1995' s solo album Favorite.
5. Is there any Mulan that cannot be repeated in the past?
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night.
More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
Huanxisha
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.
Inlaid harp
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.
This situation may be worth 100 million dollars, and it has come and gone before I know it.
6. Tchaikovsky's music is full of poems about the past.
(of a writing style) like floating clouds and flowing water—natural and smooth
Beautiful and gentle.
The legend of Swan Lake moved me and made me look forward to it.
Tears are my uncontrollable arms.
You spin on the stage,
Your eyes are staring at me.
The curtains were drawn and the lanterns went out.
There was a commotion in the audience,
The flood flooded into the empty hall.
My sky began to be quiet and galloping.
Quiet is the bright moon and stars outside the window.
Galloping is our figure in the wild and the idea of returning to our dreams.
The past is the source of the past.
I can block the past, but I can't imprison it.
I daydream in the sunshine of real life.
You are still singing a farewell song in a distant city.
Your sorrow can't hide your vicissitudes.
My vicissitudes can't bury my sadness.
I long to go back in time,
Watch you stand on tiptoe and dance ballet.
You put the red rock in the sunset glow,
Wandering quietly outside my window.