Backfire is the norm in life.
Those who didn't have time to say the words, didn't have time to hug. Only when you lose it, will you wake up, and you will gently say to yourself if it was the beginning. It's just that in life, there is never an if, even if you say it many times, it's still just in vain.
So it is with us, and so it was with the ancients. That's why there are so many poems full of regrets.
"Five Songs of Thought: Part IV".
Don Yuanzhen
Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.
Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king.
Translation: A person who has experienced the depths and breadth of the sea can hardly attract him to the water elsewhere; Except for the clouds of Wushan, which are steaming and cloudy, the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. I wander back and forth among the flowers and don't bother to look back, half because I am devoted to the Tao, and half because I used to have you.
This is written by the poet Yuan Zhi to commemorate his deceased wife, and it is the top work in the Tang people's mourning quatrain.
There is nothing more painful in life than the loss of a loved one forever. The rest of my life was spent in memories and nostalgia, infinitely sad.
"Jin Se".
Don Li Shangyin
Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.
Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.
There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking.
Can this be recalled? It's just that it was already clear at the time.
Translation: Why does the exquisite Se have fifty strings, and each string and column remind me of my youth. Zhuang Zhou actually knew that he was just yearning for the free butterfly. Emperor Wang's beautiful heart and deeds can move the cuckoo. The shadow of the moon in the sea is like a pearl made of tears. Only in the blue fields at that time and place can the good jade like raw smoke be generated. Those good things and times can only remain in memories. At that time, those people thought that those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
Many things, many people, after missing out, know that they are precious. I want to look for it again, and that person is no longer there.
"Huanxi Sha, Who Reads the West Wind and Cools Alone".
Ching Nalan Sex
Who reads that the west wind is cool alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, and ponders the past and sets up the sun.
was surprised by the wine and slept heavily, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea, which was only ordinary at that time.
Translation: The autumn wind blows, no one cares about my warmth and coldness, and I can't bear to see Xiao Xiao's yellow leaves and close the window. In the detached house, the sunset shines obliquely, immersed in the memories of the past.
After being drunk, I fell asleep, and my wife paced softly for fear of disturbing my good dreams; Boudoir gambling game, full of tea. The memories that used to be beautiful and happy, at that time, only felt the most ordinary, but now they are different.
When I have it, I always don't care about it, and I think it's normal, but after I lose it, I realize that every bit of the past is precious. It's just that the familiar person is no longer there.
"Magnolia Flowers: Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words Cambodian Friends".
Ching Nalan Sex
If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.
Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.
Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain did not complain.
How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day.
Translation: Getting along with the person you like should always be as sweet, so warm, so affectionate and happy as when you first met. But you and I should love each other, but why have we become separated from each other today? Now that you have easily changed your mind, you have said that it is easy for lovers to change their minds.
I and you are like Emperor Tang Ming and Yang Yuhuan, who made an oath of life and death in the Palace of Eternal Life, but in the end they made a decisive parting, even so, there is no resentment. But how can you compare to Emperor Tang Ming back then, he always had a vow with Yang Yuhuan to compare winged birds and even branches.
It's easy to fall in love, but it's too hard to get along. Warm feelings, with the passage of time, will slowly become non-existent. At the beginning, it was always a vow, a good idea. After a long time, the feelings faded, and even changed their minds (autumn fan donation). I can only say sorry.
"The Title of the Capital City Nanzhuang".
Don Choihu
Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red.
The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
Translation: At this time last year, when I looked through this door, I saw the beautiful face and the crimson of the peach blossoms.
When I come here again today, the beauty is gone, only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling and blooming in the spring breeze.
When you meet someone you like, don't hesitate to speak up. Even if you are rejected, it is better than regret, at least you have worked hard and fought for it, and you will not regret it. Some people, some things, once missed, are for life.
"Festival Women's Yin, Ji Dongping Li Sikong Shidao".
Don Zhang
Jun knows that the concubine has a husband, and gives the concubine a double pearl.
Feeling lingering, tied to the red shirt.
The concubine's high-rise building is even rising, and the lover is holding the halberd in the bright light.
Zhijun's intentions are like the sun and the moon, and the husband vows to live and die together.
Returning Jun Mingzhu's tears, he hated to meet when he was not married.
Translation: You know that I already have a husband, and you still want to give me a pair of pearls.
I am grateful to you for your affection and tying the pearl in my red shirt.
My family's high-rise building is connected to the royal garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd.
Although I know that you are sincere and unabashed, I have sworn to share the hardships and hardships of my husband.
Return your twin pearls with tears in my eyes, regret not meeting you before I got married.
Sometimes, the choice of morality and responsibility is far greater than the choice of emotion. If you like someone, you don't have to run to him without hesitation. met the right person at the wrong time, but I can only regret and say that I will never see you again, and spend the rest of my life nostalgic and forgetful.
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Don Anonymous
The spring water and spring pond are full, and the spring grass grows in spring.
Spring people drink spring wine, and spring birds make spring sounds.
I was not born, and I was old.
You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.
People are thousands of miles away, and the intention is in a cup.
Just think about the long future, sail and wait for the wind.
Since entering the Changxin Palace, each pair of lonely lamps has cried.
Boudoir town can't be opened, where does the dream come from.
Don't travel a thousand miles, and there is no time to come.
On the thirtieth day of the month, there is no night without lovesickness.
I was not born, and I was old. You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early. "The two people were born at very different times, which prevented them from meeting each other at the same wonderful age. When you meet each other, you hate each other and have a good impression of each other, but you can't stay together. Even if the two love each other, they can't stay together for a long time, full of regret and helplessness. It's embarrassing.
"Hairpin Phoenix, Red Crisp Hand".
Song Lu You
Red crisp hands. Yellow silk wine. The city is full of spring palace wall willows. The east wind is evil. Joy is thin. A sorrowful feeling, a few years away. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as ever. People are empty and thin. The tear stains are red and silky. Peach blossoms fall. Idle Pond Pavilion. Although the mountain league is here, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Momomo.
Translation: In your rosy and greasy hands, you hold a cup of yellow silk wine. The city is full of spring, but you are already as far away as the green willows in the palace walls. How hateful the spring breeze blows the joy so thin. Full of sorrow, life has been very bleak in the past few years. Thinking back to the beginning, I can only sigh: wrong, wrong, wrong!
The spring scene is still the same, but the people are haggard and emaciated. Tears washed the rouge off his face, and soaked the thin silk handkerchief. The peach blossoms are blown down by the wind and sprinkled all over the cold pond pavilions. The vow of eternal love is still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Thinking about the beginning, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!
Two people who once loved each other couldn't stay together for a long time for various reasons. When I saw each other after many years, I thought I had let go, but the moment I met, all the emotions came to my heart. It turns out that he has never forgotten a bit, but he has hidden it deep in his heart, and his self-deception has been forgotten. As everyone knows, that person's voice and smile have already been engraved into the depths of his soul.
"Jiangchengzi Yimao Dream on the Twentieth Night of the First Month".
Song Su Shi
Ten years of life and death, without thinking, 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.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. 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.
Translation: It has been ten years since you and I have been separated from each other, and it is hard to forget it after all. Your grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell the sorrow and desolation of my heart. Even if you and I meet husband and wife, I am afraid that I will not recognize me, I am already dusty and my temples are like frost when I run around.
Last night, I returned to my hometown in a dream, and I saw you grooming in front of the window of the small room. You and I are silent and relatively speechless, only a thousand tears. I expect you to be soft for me every year, on that cold moonlit night, on the hill full of low pines.
The saddest thing is that the person you love the most has left you and separated forever. The longing grew stronger as time passed. Love is never forgotten.
"Waves of Sand".
Song Ouyang Xiu
Toast the east wind, and calmly. Weeping poplar purple Moluo east of the city. Always hand in hand at that time, swimming all over the bushes.
Gathering and scattering are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's red. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year, who do you know with?
Translation: Toast to the east wind, let us be calm together. Weeping willows shade the purple streets of East Los Angeles. It was always at that time that we held hands and walked among the flowers. Between gathering and dispersing, our parting is always in a hurry. The thoughts are endless. This year's flowers are even more bright red than last year's. It's a pity that next year's flowers will be even better, and I don't know who to enjoy them with.
The happiest thing is to reunite after a long absence. But after a short reunion, we are about to part. After parting, I don't know when we will be able to meet.
"Sighing Flowers, Poetry".
Don Dumu
Since it is late to go to school in spring, there is no need to be sad and resentful.
The wind fell crimson, and the green leaves were full of branches.
Translation: I only regret that I went too late to find spring, and I don't have to complain that the flowers bloomed too early.
Now the flowers have faded in the wind and rain, and only the ground is full of messes, and the branches and leaves are now shady, and the lush green leaves have long been full of green fruits.
Failed to arrive in time as promised, so that the best time was missed. To love someone, it's too early to love. pretended to comfort himself, but in his heart he was helplessly annoyed and regretted.
"Huanxi Sha, a New Song and a Cup of Wine".
Song Yanshu
A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather old pavilion. When does the sun set?
Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.
Translation: Fill in a new song and drink a glass of wine, or the pavilion of last year's weather, when will the sunset come back?
The flowers always have to wither and make people helpless, and the familiar spring swallow has returned, wandering alone in the flower path.
Missing is missing after all, even if you meet a similar person again, but after all, it is not that familiar person. It's familiar, but it's very different.
"Bitter Heart, Willow Returns to the Pond".
Song Hezhu
The willow returns to the pond, and the mandarin duck is not pu. Luping rose and broke the lotus boat road. There are no bees and butterflies to admire the fragrance, and the red clothes are full of bitterness.
Returning to the tide, the clouds bring rain. It seems to be talking to people. refused to marry the spring breeze back then, but was mistaken by the autumn wind for no reason.
Translation: Willows surround a pond with a twist and flow, and a pair of mandarin ducks frolicking at the water intake. The surface of the pond is covered with thick and dense duckweed, which blocks the girl who picks lotus. There are no bees and butterflies to admire the fragrance of lotus. In the end, the flowers can only wither, and a fragrant heart is bitter.
The return of the setting sun illuminates the evening tide and pours into the lotus pond, and the flowing clouds bring a little drizzle. The lotus flowers swaying in the wind seem to tell the poet about his sorrow: he refused to bloom in the spring back then, and now he can only suffer desolation in the autumn wind.
If you love someone, express it boldly, don't just sneak a look at it from a distance, and love secretly. After all, he boiled himself into a miserable situation that no one appreciated, no one loved, and was full of fragmentation. Don't waste your time.
"When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon of Poppy".
Five generations of Li Yu
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country could not afford to look back at the moonlight.
The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed. How sad can you be? It is like a river flowing eastward.
Translation: When will the time of this year end, and how much do you know about the past? Last night, the spring breeze blew on the small building again, how could I bear the pain of remembering my homeland on this night when the moon was in the sky!
The intricately carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the people I miss are old. If you want to ask me how much sorrow there is in my heart, it is like this endless surging spring water.
The scenery is still the same, but the red face is no more. With the passage of time, there is only endless sorrow.
Do you know any other poems that are full of regrets, welcome to leave a message to communicate.