Tang - Wang Wei
Red beans are born in the southern country, how many branches do they sprout in spring?
Wish you would pick more, this thing is the most lovesick.
This is a piece of work that recalls a friend, with a beautiful and elegant mood, full and unrestrained thoughts, simple language, and harmonious and soft rhymes, which can be called the best of the best lines.
The Three Fifths and Seven Words
Tang Li Bai
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright,
The fallen leaves are still gathering and dispersing, and the cold crows are perched and startled again,
When will we know how long it will take to think of each other and meet each other, and how will we know when we will meet each other, and how will we know when we will meet each other, and how will we know how to love each other at this time?
It's a good idea to enter the door of my love life and know the pain of my love life.
It's a good idea to have a long love life and a long memory, and a short love life and a long memory.
If I had known that this is the way to trip up people's hearts and minds, it would have been better if I hadn't met them in the first place.
Late in the autumn night, the poet saw the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and the cold crows perched on the trees that had already finished falling leaves, leaving in the bottom of the heart of the indissoluble thoughts floated up to the heart, poignant and touching.
Long Xiang Si
Southern Tang Dynasty - Li Yu
One mountain, two mountains,
Mountains far away, the sky is high, the smoky water is cold, and the maple leaves of longing for each other are dyed.
The chrysanthemums bloom, the chrysanthemums are left in ruins,
The geese are flying high, the people have not yet returned, a curtain of wind and the moon are idle.
Li Yu said, my thoughts are as deep and passionate as the flaming maple leaves.
"Long Xiang Si - Long Xiang Si"
Song Yan Ji Dao
Long Xiang Si, Long Xiang Si.
If you ask me if there is any end to my lovesickness, it is only when I see you.
Long love for each other, long love for each other.
If you want to tell me about your love for each other, I don't know who you are.
If you ask when is the end of this love affair, unless it is at the time of meeting. To whom is this love for each other spoken? The thin-skinned people can't experience it.
The Complaint of Acacia
Tang - Li Ye
The sea is deep, but not half as deep as the love of each other.
The sea has an end, but the love of each other has no shore.
When I went up to a high building with my violin, the building was full of moonlight.
Playing the song of love, the strings are broken for a while.
People say that seawater is deep, but in fact it is not half as deep as the love of love. The deep water is a metaphor for the love of love, which can be described as concrete and graphic, but not half of it, so it can be seen that the depth of the love of love.
"Raccoon River Sand"
Tang Weizhuang
Night after night, the sadness of the bright moon by the appendices,
Thinking of you thinking of me, the brocade coverlet is cold.
The hall of paintings is as deep as the sea, and I can only read the old books in my memory.
When will we join hands to enter Chang'an?
The love affair is a matter of two people. Wei Zhuang thought about his lover until the night is quiet, he gazed at the sad moon, long time to lean on the railing. I think you also miss me and feel the coldness of the brocade blanket, the coldness of the brocade blanket.
Bu San Zi
Song - Li Zhi Yi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the tail of the Yangtze.
Day by day I think of you and don't see you, **** drinking water from the Yangtze River.
When will this water end? When will this hatred end?
I wish your heart was like mine, and I would not be ashamed of it.
The love is not in the distance, just hope that you your heart as my heart, I will not fail to live up to your love intention, long water long flow love long in.
"Newly added sound Yang Liu Zhi words two - its two"
Tang - Wen Tingjun
Well bottom light deep candle Yi, **** Lang long walk Mo Weiqi.
Long dice and red beans, into the bones of the love know not know?
The poet uses the acacia as a metaphor for the woman's deep love. The seven words, "I don't know if I love you", are the key point of the whole article.
"Looking at the Moon"
Tang - Zhang Jiuling
The moon was born on the sea, and the end of the world was **** this time.
The lover complains about the distant night, and thinks of each other in the evening.
The candle is out, the light is full, the coat is full of dew.
It's not a good idea to give them a gift, but it's a good idea to go back to bed and dream about them.
Whenever the moon rises, the thoughts come with it. I wish that the bright moon could bring my thoughts to the faraway places and send them to the people I love.
Su Mou Zhi - Nostalgia
Song - Fan Zhongyan
The sky of blue clouds, the ground of yellow leaves, the colors of autumn are even on the waves, and on the waves there is cold smoke and green.
The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky is connected to the water, and the fragrant grass is unfeeling, even beyond the slanting sun.
Darkening the soul of the countryside, chasing the thoughts of travelers, night and day, unless, unless, a good dream to stay asleep.
The moonlight building is high up in the sky, and the wine has turned into tears of longing.
Here, the term "lovesickness" refers to thoughts of the countryside. Fan Zhongyan, who was far away from the border in the northwest, looked at the scenery outside the sunset mountains, and felt homesick for his home, and used his sorrows as a means of eliminating them, but when the wine entered his intestines, it turned into tears of lovesickness, which added to the bitterness of his homesickness.
Linjiang Xian
Song Yan Guidao
The building was locked up after the dream, and the curtains were hanging low when I woke up. Last year, when the spring hate came,
The fallen flowers were independent, and the swallows flew in the slightest rain.
Remembering the first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
Speaking of love on the strings of the lute,
Then the bright moon was there, and it used to shine on the colorful clouds.
Yan Guidao misses the songstress Xiaobing, and remembers that when he first met her, he plucked the pipa dance strings to tell the taste of lovesickness, and the moonlight was so bright as jade, and she was like a beautiful colorful cloud returning.