The most beautiful poems:
Classical love poems
Jian Jia
From: "The Book of Songs"
Jian Jia Cang Cang , white dew turns into frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side.
If you follow it back, the road will be long and blocked. Traveling back from it, Wan is in the middle of the water.
The leaves are luxuriant and the white dew is not yet clear. The so-called beauty is on the water.
Retrospect and follow it, but the road is blocked and you can advance. If you go back and swim from it, you will feel like you are swimming in the water.
The jianjia is collected, and the white dew has not stopped. The so-called beauty is in the water.
Looking back, the road is blocked and to the right. If you travel back from it, you will find it in the water.
Guan Ju
From: "The Book of Songs"
Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of quarrels. There are various water plants flowing left and right. A graceful lady, I long for her.
I can’t get what I want, so I sleep hard and think about it. Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning. There are different kinds of watercress, pick them from left to right. A graceful lady, she is a friend of the piano and the harp.
There are different kinds of waterlilies, with leaves growing on both sides. The fair lady is played with bells and drums.
Shangxie
From: Han Yuefu
Shangxie, I want to know you, and live a long life.
The mountains have no mausoleums, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you.
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Author: Li Shangyin
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.
When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to Penglai, so the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
Jin Se
Author: Li Shangyin
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart in love with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
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Author: Li Shangyin
Last night the stars and the wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind.
Gouchun wine is given to every other seat to warm it up, and the wax-covered lamps are red.
I listened to the drum and went to answer the official question, walking around Malantai and turning around.
Inscribed on Nanzhuang of the Capital City
Author: Cui Hu
On this day last year, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Bamboo Branch Ci
Author: Liu Yuxi
The willows are green and the river is green, and I hear the singing on the Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It is either sunny or sunny.
Farewell
Author: Du Mu
Pingping Tingting is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February.
The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and I don’t know if the bead curtain is rolled up.
Sentimental but always ruthless, I can't laugh in front of you.
Candles say farewell with intention and shed tears for others until dawn.
Lisi
Author: Yuan Zhen
Once the sea was filled with water, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Looking back lazily at Huacong, I am half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
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The green Zi Jin is so long in my heart. Even if I don't go, will Zi Ning have no heir?
The green purple robe makes me think about it. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come?
It is in the city gate. Not seeing him for one day is like missing him for three months.
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Jing Nu’s concubine is waiting for me in the corner of the city. Love but not see, scratch one's head and hesitate.
The quiet girl is promiscuous, which makes me troublesome. Tongguan Youwei, said that the girl is beautiful.
Since shepherding and returning to grassland, it is beautiful and unique. The gangster girl is beautiful, and the beautiful woman is the beauty.
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Jianjia is green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side.
If you follow it for migratory steps, the road is long and blocked; if you follow it for migratory steps, you will find it in the middle of the water.
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If someone comes to the mountains and is taken by Xue Lixi to take the girl Luo; Admiring Yu, he is good and graceful;
I ride on a red leopard and follow Wenli, and Xinyi's chariot comes with laurel flags; I am led by Shi Lan and Du Heng, and I leave behind the fragrance and my thoughts;
The rest of the place is dark and dark, but the sky is not visible, and the road is difficult and difficult. I am alone behind; I look independent on the mountain, and the clouds are beautiful and beautiful below; the sky is dim, the Qiang day is dim, and the east wind is drifting, and the rain of gods is left; When I am spiritually cultivated, I forget to return home.
As I age, who is the most beautiful person? When I gather three beauties in the mountains, the rocks are covered with vines and vines. When I resent the young master, I forget to return home.
Jun Thinking of me, I have no time to relax; people in the mountains are fragrant, drinking from stone springs, shaded by pines and cypresses; you are thinking of me, but I am suspicious;
Thunder fills the rain, and the caves chirp at night; the wind rustles. The trees are rustling, I miss the young master and I am worried about leaving.
Feng Qiuhuang·Qin Ge Anonymous
There is a beauty here, I will never forget it when I see it. Not seeing you for a day makes me miss you like crazy.
The phoenix flies and soars, and the phoenix is ??sought from all over the world. Unfortunately, the beauty is not on the east wall.
Put the qin in front of you and express your heartfelt conversations. When I see Xu Xi, I will comfort my hesitation.
I would like to be worthy of my words and work hand in hand. If I can't fly, I will perish.
Thinking about Han Yuefu
Thinking about it is in Hainan. Why ask Yijun? A double-beaded tortoiseshell hairpin, dazzled with jade. When I heard that you had other intentions, I pulled him, destroyed him and burned him. Destroy and burn it, and the wind will blow up its ashes. From now on, don’t miss me again. I miss you so much!
Brothers and sisters-in-law should know when chickens crow and dogs bark. The concubine is shouting! The autumn wind solemnizes the morning breeze, and the east knows it in a moment.
行行行行行<< They are more than ten thousand miles apart, and each is at the end of the world. The road is long and blocked, but we know the meeting will be safe.
Huma relies on the north wind and crosses the southern branches of the bird's nest. The day is far away from each other, and the clothes are worn slowly. Floating clouds cover the day, and the wanderer does not care to return.
Thinking of you makes you grow old, and the years are suddenly too late. Don’t give up and don’t return to the road, but work hard to get more food.
Wading the river to pick hibiscus << Who do you want to leave behind? Thoughts are far away.
I still look back at my old hometown, the long road is long and vast. We are of the same mind but separated, and we end up in sorrow!
Acacia Wang Wei
Red beans grow in the south. How many branches will grow when spring comes? I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
Looking at the moon and Huaiyuan Zhang Jiuling
The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world *** At this time, lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night.
Extinguish the candle and fill it with pity and light, I feel the dew in my clothes. I can't bear to give it away with my hands, but it's a good time to sleep in dreams.
Autumn Wind Poems by Li Bai
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened again. We know the day when we meet each other, but we are embarrassed at this time and night;
Enter my lovesickness gate, knowing that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless love,
Morning Knowing that this is such a stumbling block to people's hearts, why don't we know each other before.
Bamboo Branch Ci Liu Yuxi
The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I can hear the singing on Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.
Bamboo Branch Poetry Liu Yuxi
The mountains are covered with red flowers, and the spring water of the Shu River beats the mountain stream. The bonus fades easily like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like Nong's sorrow.
Yanzi Tower Zhang Zhongsu
The remaining lamp upstairs is accompanied by the dawn frost, and the person sleeping alone gets up on the acacia bed. How many lovesickness does one night stand have? The ends of the earth are not long.
Jin Se Li Shangyin
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past. Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies at dawn, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart entrusted to the cuckoo.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian creates smoke. This feeling can be recalled, but it was already at a loss.
Untitled Li Shangyin
What came is empty words and disappears, the moon is leaning over the building It's five o'clock. The dream is far away, and it's hard to call it out. The book has been rushed into ink.
The wax shines on half the cage of golden jade, and the musk slightly embroiders the hibiscus. Liu Lang already hates Pengshan for being far away. Ten thousand layers are separated by Peng Mountain.
Untitled Li Shangyin
The heavy curtains are deep in Mochou Hall, and the night after lying down is slender. The life of a goddess was just a dream, and the life of my sister-in-law was originally a dream.
Feng Bo doesn’t believe that Lingzhi is weak. Who teaches the fragrance of osmanthus leaves to Moon Dew? It is clear that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness.
Untitled Li Shangyin
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworms will die when they die, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up.
Looking in the morning mirror but worrying about the change of clouds on the temples, I should feel the cold moonlight when singing at night. There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the bluebirds are diligent to look around.
Untitled Li Shangyin
The stars last night, the wind last night, To the west of the painting building is the Guitang to the east. There are no colorful phoenixes flying on the body, but there is a clear connection in the heart.
Gouchun wine is given to every other seat to warm it, and the red wax lamp is shot into the cao. Sighing, I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's request. I walked around Malantai and turned around.
Wandering Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn by Li Shangyin
Spring hates me when the lotus leaves are growing, and autumn hates me when the lotus leaves wither. I know that my love will always be there, and I look forward to the sound of the water at the head of the river.
Send a message to Li Shangyin in the north after a night rain
You asked about the return date but it has not been announced yet. The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond. How can you cut the candles from the west window and say that it rains at night in Bashan?
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Li Si Yuan Zhen
Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. I took the flowers and looked back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Tied to Cui Hu, Nanzhuang, Capital City
On this day last year, in this door, people’s faces and peach blossoms reflected each other’s red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Farewell to Du Mu
Sentimental but always seeming ruthless, I can’t laugh in front of the bottle. The candle has a heart to say goodbye, and weeps for others until dawn.
Send someone Zhang Bi
Farewell to Meng Yiyi when he arrived at Xie's house. The small corridor turned towards the winding corridor. There is only the sentimental moon in the spring garden, which shines upon the fallen flowers for those who have left.
Written by Li Yi
The precious silk with water patterns makes me think about it for a long time, and the good times of a thousand miles will rest overnight. From then on, I had no intention of loving the good night and let him go down to the west tower under the bright moon.
Gift to the maid Cui Jiao
The princes, princes and grandsons are chasing after each other, and the green beads are dripping with tears. As soon as Hou Men entered it, it was as deep as the sea, and Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.
Send to Li Yi, Yu Xuanji
I am ashamed of the sun and cover my sleeves, and I am too lazy to put on my makeup in spring. It is easy to find priceless treasures, but it is rare to find a lover.
There are tears on the pillow, and the hearts are broken among the flowers. Why should I hate Wang Chang when I can get a glimpse of Song Yu?
Jiangling is worried about the mystery of sending fish
The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridges cover the late evening sails. Remembering you, my heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
Sauvignon Blanc Bai Juyi
Bian water flow, Si water flow, flowing to the ancient ferry of Guazhou, Wushan is a little sad.
I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, I hate it until I return home, and I lean on the building when the moon is bright.
Dream of Jiangnan by Wen Tingyun
After washing up, I leaned alone on Wangjiang Tower. All the thousands of sails that have passed are not the same, the slanting light and the flowing water are long, and the heart is broken by Bai Pingzhou!
Sauvignon Blanc Lin Bu
Wu Shan Qing, Yue Shan Qing. The green mountains on both sides of the Taiwan Strait greet each other. Who knows the love of parting?
The king is filled with tears, and the concubine is filled with tears. The knot of Luo and Dai has not been completed. The tide at the head of the river has subsided.
Happy meeting Li Yu
Speechless, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.
Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart.
Crying in the night, Li Yu
The forest flowers have withered the spring red, it is too hasty, but the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.
The tears of rouge will make you drunk, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows and hates water.
Visiting Kinmen Feng Yansi
The wind picked up and blew a pool of spring water.
In the path where the mandarin ducks are fragrant, I stroke the red apricot pistils with my hands.
The fighting duck leans alone on the railing, and the jasper scratches its head and falls sideways. I look forward to seeing you all day long, and I raise my head to hear the magpies rejoice.
Jade House Spring Ouyang Xiu
In front of the bottle, he planned to tell the date of his return. Before he could say anything, Chun Rong swallowed hard. Life is full of love and infatuation, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
Don’t renovate Li Ge, a song can teach you how to be tight. I have to see all the flowers in Luocheng before I can say goodbye to the spring breeze.
Sima Guang on the Xijiang River
The bun is loosely tied, and the plum blossoms are lightly made up. Red and green The mist is light, and the flying catkins are uncertain.
Seeing each other is as if they have not seen each other, and being affectionate seems to be ruthless. After the music and songs are over, I wake up slightly. In the deep courtyard, the moon is tilted and people are quiet.
Magpie Bridge Immortal Qin Temple
Slender clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver and Han are far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they be together day and night?
Poppies Qin Guan
The green peaches planted in the sky and dew are not ordinary flowers. The water is scattered deep in the chaotic mountains. For whom does a jade-like branch bloom?
What’s the limit to the light cold and drizzle? If it’s not spring, it’s hard to control it. So why not be intoxicated for you? I'm afraid it will break my heart when I wake up!
Yulinling Liu Yong
The chilling cicada is sad. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia.
Looking at each other with tears in their hands, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times. Even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival. Where will I wake up from my drunkenness tonight? On the bank of willows, with the dawn wind and the waning moon.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
Feng Qiwu Liu Yong
Standing against the dangerous building, the wind blows softly. Looking forward to the extremely sad spring, the sky is gloomy. The grass is dimly illuminated by smoke. Who would be speechless?
I plan to get drunk on the madness. Singing to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt gradually becomes wider and I will never regret it. It makes people feel haggard because of Yixiao.
Recalling the Emperor’s Capital Liu Yong
The weather with a thin quilt and a small pillow. The feeling of separation. After a few colder nights, I still fall asleep again after I wake up.
After all, without sleep, a night is like a year. I also planned to wait, but returned to collect the bridle. They fought for Nai again, and the plan has been made.
Thousands of thoughts, many solutions, only lonely and tired. Dedicated to my whole life, I will bear your thousands of tears.
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Last night the westerly wind withered the green trees. I went up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world. If I want to send colorful notes, there is no ruler. The mountains are long and the rivers are far away.
Partridge Tianyan's few words
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The colorful sleeves held the jade bell diligently, but in those days, they were drunk and beautiful. Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan.
After seeing each other again, we met again and again, and shared our dreams with you several times. I only have a few silver photos left tonight, as if I was afraid that the meeting would be a dream.
Jie Lianhuan Zhou Bangyan
There is no basis for resentment. The sighing lover is cut off, and the message is far away. Believe in the magic hand and be able to untie the chain, like wind scattering and rain gathering, mist light and thin clouds. The Swallow Tower is empty, covered in dark dust and a bed of strings. If you want to move the roots and change the leaves, it's all the same as in the old days, planting red medicine by hand.
Du Ruo gradually grew up in Tingzhou. The material boat bends along the shore, and the people are at the corner of the sky. I remember the music of that day, and the idle talk will be burned away. When spring comes back in Shuiyi, I hope to send you my plum calyx in the south of the Yangtze River. Fighting for this life, drinking flowers and drinking wine, shedding tears for her.
The Sapphire Case He Zhu
Lingbo cannot reach Hengtang Road. But I watched Fang Chen go. Who will spend the golden years? Yueqiao Garden, with small windows and red doors. Only Chun knows the place.
The flying clouds come slowly into the dusk. New inscriptions with colored pens on heartbreaking sentences. If you ask about leisure time, how much is it? Yichuan Tobacco fills the city. Plum yellow Shiyu.
The Sapphire Case, Yuan Eve, Xin Qiji
The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and the stars fall like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.
The moths are covered with golden strands of snow and willow, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance. People searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place.
Yujiaao Chen Xishan
The front gate of Jiuling Peak leans alone.
The frown hurts and the heart breaks. The beauty in pink is sad and farewell. What's the point of love?
Mountain climbing and facing water every year. Always remember that we came together and now we are alone. The lone boat floats in the lake light at night. The fading grass and the setting sun are infinitely meaningful.
Who wants to send it? The water of West Lake is the tears of lovesickness.
Jiang Chengzi Qin Guan
The willows in Xicheng make spring soft. Move away from worries. The tears are hard to hold back. I still remember how sentimental I was and how I once returned to the boat. What happened that day at Biye Zhuqiao?
No one was seen and the water flowed empty.
Time is not reserved for young people. Hate Yoyo. When will you rest? When the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, I climb up the stairs. Even the spring river is full of tears.
There is no end to the tears, and there are many sorrows.
A Cluster of Flowers by Zhang Xian
When did Gao Huaiyuan become poor? Nothing is as strong as love. The sorrow of separation is causing thousands of threads to be in chaos, and the wind and rain are flying in the east road.
The horses are getting farther and farther away, and the dust is constantly collecting. Where can I find the trace of Lang?
The water in Shuangyuan Pond is soluble. The north and south are connected by Xiaoradi. After dusk in the Ladder Heng Hua Pavilion, it was still the slanting moonlight curtain.
Thinking about it deeply is not as good as peaches and apricots, but it is better to marry the east wind.
Qianqiu Sui Zhang Xian
Sing the 鶗鴴 several times. Report to Fangfei again. Xichun even broke off the remaining red. The rain is light, the wind is stormy, and the plums are green. Yongfeng Willow,
There is no one and the sun is flying with flowers and snow.
Don’t pluck the unitary string. The resentment Ji Xian can say. As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
The night has passed, and the moon is still shining brightly in the east window.
Magnolia Zhang Xian
There is only a dream of meeting each other after separation, the dust of horse hooves has moved outside the door.
Leave the song of resentment to be listened to when you are drunk, and send it to the distant sky. .
Tonight the wind and moon know who is sleeping, the sound of the phoenix on the pipa trough is swallowed.
Nothing in life can be more sentimental, and the river is not deep and the mountain is not heavy.
生CHE Zi Ouyang Xiu
On Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were like daylight. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I can't see anyone from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are filled with tears.
Bu Shuzi Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day but don’t see you.
I drink water from the Yangtze River. When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end?
I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love for you.
Revealing one’s true feelings, Gu Hong
Where do people go in the eternal night? When the sound comes, the fragrant pavilion covers it. The eyebrows are furrowed, the moon is about to sink, how can we bear to find each other?
Resent to the lonely quilt. Change my heart for yours, and we will know and remember each other deeply.
Maipitang Yuan Hao asked
What is love in the world? Direct teaching promises life and death. Traveling from all over the world, Lao Chi'er has experienced many cold and heat events.
Happiness is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more idiotic children in it. You should say something, the clouds are thousands of miles away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains,
Who is the shadow going to?
On Hengfen Road, when I was lonely, the drums were beating. The desolate smoke is still plain and clear. How come the souls are summoned, and the mountain ghosts secretly cry in the wind and rain.
The sky is also jealous, and if you don’t believe it, the birds and swallows will all turn into dust. For thousands of years, in order to entertain the poets, they sang and drank wildly,
visiting Yanqiu.
Shengcha Ziniu Xiji
The spring mountain smoke is about to close, the sky is pale and the stars are few and far between, the waning moon is bright around the face, don’t cry at the dawn.
Too many words. , the love is not over, I still look back and say: I remember the green skirt, the grass is everywhere.
Jiangchengzi Su Dongpo
Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely grave,
There is no place to express desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream, and I was dressing up outside the small window. Looking at each other without words,
only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.
Drunk Flower Yin Li Qingzhao
The mist is thick and the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival and it's the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
A Cut of Plum Blossoms by Li Qingzhao
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows, a kind of lovesickness and two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Ye Mengde, Poppy
The fallen flowers have already danced before the wind, sending another rain of yellow flowers. At dawn, the courtyard is half red, with only a thin thread of hair in the clear sky. Hand in hand with the diligent flowers, we can drink more wine from the cup. Beauty doesn't need to frown, I'm also passionate, but I can't help but drink late!
Yulou Chun Yan Shu
The Changting Road with green poplars and fragrant grass is easy to get to when you are young. The lingering dream at the top of the building is five o'clock in the morning, and the March rain is leaving the flowers behind.
Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands. When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love.
Wang Jian's Stone Wang Jian
The place where I look at my husband is a long river; it turns into stone and does not look back. On the top of the mountain, it is windy and rainy every day, and the stone responds to the words of travelers returning.
Jiu Jue wrote Hu Chu for Ya Qing
When you go to Dongshan to ride on the chaotic clouds, why don’t you take the red dress in the car behind you? The clothes are full of spring tears, and I can only hold them in silence to send you off.
You live by the river and build a painting building, and I live on the promontory to watch the tide. In the tide, there are tears of lovesickness among my concubines, and they won’t even flow until they are in front of the building.
I would like to draw a bow for the clouds, and you will see the return voyage in ten days. I am afraid that you will look back at the high city, leaning against the river tower to watch the sunset.
Die Lian Hua Nalan Xingde
Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky, it is like a ring overnight, and becomes a jue every night.
If it is like the moon that is always bright and clear, I will not hesitate to keep you warm in the ice and snow.
No matter how easy it is to cut off the fate, the swallow remains the same, softly stepping on the curtain hook.
After singing, the sorrow of the autumn grave has not stopped, and the spring bush recognizes the two-dwelling butterfly.
The highest building, Cheng Gai
I am worried about the old days, and my eyebrows are embarrassed when I talk about it. Remember, travel with your shoulders. The skirts and stockings are on the peach blossom bank, and the thin shirt is gently fanning the apricot blossom tower. Travel several times, get drunk several times, stay several times.
Unexpectedly, the spring breeze has broken. Who would have expected that the morning clouds would also fly away. It is easy to grow old, but it is difficult to repay hatred. Bees don't understand people's suffering, swallows don't understand people's sorrows. Old feelings will never disappear, when will they end?
Yulinling
Author: Liu Yong
The cicadas are chilling, it is late in the pavilion, and the shower has begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the capital's tent. Fang is nostalgic, and the orchid boat destroys his hair.
Looking at each other with tears in their hands, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go thousands of miles away, the sky is vast and the mist is heavy at dusk.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival. Where to wake up tonight, on the bank of willows, with the waning moon in the morning breeze.
After so many years, it should be a time of good times and good times. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
The Sapphire Case, New Year's Eve
Author: Xin Qiji
The east wind blows thousands of trees and flowers down at night, and the stars fall like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance.
The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and fish and dragons dance all night long.
The moths are covered with golden strands of snow and willow, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance. People searched for him thousands of times.
Looking back suddenly, that person was there, in a dimly lit place.
A Cut of Plum
Author: Li Qingzhao
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower
. The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart.
Magpie Bridge Immortal
Author: Qin Guan
The clouds play tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
Shengchazi
Author: Ouyang Xiu
On the night of the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I can't see anyone from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are filled with tears.
Die Lianhua
Author: Su Shi
The flowers have faded to red, green and apricot are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds the house. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world!
There is a swing in the wall, a road outside the wall, pedestrians outside the wall, and a beautiful woman in the wall smiling. The laughter gradually becomes quieter and quieter, but the sentimental one is annoyed by the ruthlessness.
Businessman
Author: Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River; I miss you every day and don't see you, but I drink the water of the Yangtze River.
When will this water stop? When will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to your love!