1. Poems about thinking about your lover with the moon
There is only the moon in the spring garden, which is like a falling flower for someone who has left. -Zhang Mi's "Sending Someone"
The two of them responded to each other after a desolate farewell, the most overwhelming of which was the moonlight. - Nalan Xingde's "Yu Meiren"
Life is full of love and obsession, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. - Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House"
May I be like a star like the moon, and the light will shine brightly every night. -Fan Chengda's "Che Yaoyao Pian"
Sitting alone and leaning high in the Mingyue Tower, the wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness. - Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe"
I don't know that my soul has been broken, but there are dreams accompanying it. No one knows except the moon in the sky. -Wei Zhuang's "One of Two Songs by a Female Crown"
The moonlit night is a dream behind a curtain, and the spring breeze is full of tenderness. -Qin Guan's "Eight-Six Sons"
Who is the lover of opening up Hongmeng? All just for the romantic love. -Cao Xueqin's "Introduction to A Dream of Red Mansions"
The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and its slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn. -Yan Shu's "Magpies Stepping on the Branches" 2. Poems about missing your lover during the Mid-Autumn Festival
I wish you a long life, thousands of miles *** Chanjuan. There are many similar sentences
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"Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
On the night of August 15th of that year, I was at the apricot garden beside the Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.
Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is.
Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.
Tang Pi Rixiu's "Guizi on the Night of August 15th in Tianzhu Temple"
A jade stone falls under the moon wheel, and a new one is found in front of the temple.
So far, there is no such thing as heaven, it should be thrown to people by Chang'e.
"Seeing the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival and Ziyou" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Before the bright moon rises high over the mountains, the auspicious light is shining thousands of feet high.
Before the cup is full, silver surges out, and chaotic clouds break away like crashing waves.
Whoever washes his eyes for God should use thousands of dendrobium water from Minghe River.
So I looked coldly at the people in the world, and I couldn't bear to look at it.
Mars in the southwest is like a projectile, and its horns and tails are as bright as a dragon and a dragon.
Tonight I can’t see anything, but the fireflies are fighting to clear the cold.
Who is the boat in Bian yesterday? Thousands of lights made fish and dragons change at night.
Chase the waves carelessly through twists and turns, go to the festival with a low head and follow the song board.
The green light disappears in front of the mountain, and the waves and winds will not be strong again.
The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse, but when you return and drink wine, you will pay more attention to it.
The moonlight in front of the hall becomes clearer and clearer, and the dew grass sings from the cold throat.
No one is around when the roller blinds are pushed open. Only Old Chu is mute under the window.
Don’t be ashamed of poverty in Nandu. There are several people who write poems about the moon.
The personnel affairs of the Ming Dynasty follow the sunrise, and suddenly I have a dream of a guest from Yaotai.
"Climbing a Tower to Look at the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival" by Mi Fu of the Song Dynasty
The Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights nurture the treasures of clams.
If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel.
Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night
Wang Jian
Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.
Tonight the moon is bright as far as the eye can see, and I don’t know who is missing my autumn thoughts.
Guan Shan Yue
Li Bai
The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.
The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
Han descended to Baideng Road, and Hu glanced at Qinghai Bay.
Origin of the battlefield, no one returned.
When the garrison guests look at the border towns, their faces are full of sorrow as they think about returning home.
The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh.
Drinking alone under the moon
Li Bai
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.
The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me.
For the time being, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.
My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.
We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
Night Thoughts
Li Bai
The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
Moonlight Night
Liu Fangping
The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the North Dipper is tilted towards the south.
Tonight I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.
Chang'e
Li Shangyin
The shadows of candles on the mica screen are deep, and the dawn stars are gradually sinking in the long river.
Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.
The Moon on the Night of August 15th
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The full moon flies into the bright mirror and returns to the heart to fold the sword.
Turn around and travel far away, climb the laurel tree and look up to the sky.
There is suspicion of frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen on the forest habitat.
Looking at the white rabbit at this time, I want to count the hair.
Reminiscing about my brother-in-law on a moonlit night
Du Fu
The garrison drum breaks the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, and the army was not suspended.
Look at the moon and embrace the distance
Zhang Jiuling
The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night!
When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night’s sleep. 3. Poems that use the moon to express the longing for the lover
1. The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
From "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan/Looking at the Moon and Nostalgia for the Past" by Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty
The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night.
When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep.
Definition:
A bright moon rises over the vast sea, but you and I are admiring the moon despite being separated by the world. Passionate people resent the long moonlit night and stay awake all night longing for their loved ones. I extinguished the candles and loved the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes and felt the coldness of the night dew. I can't give you the beautiful moonlight, I only hope to meet you in my dreamland.
2. Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returned, the full moon was on the west tower.
From "A Cut of Plum Blossoms·Red Lotus Root Fragrance Remaining Jade Mat Autumn" by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
Red Lotus Root Fragrance Remaining Jade Mat Autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returned, the moon was 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 just frown, but it is in my heart.
Definition:
The pink lotus has withered, the fragrance has dissipated, and the smooth jade bamboo mat carries the coolness of autumn. He took off his silk skirt, changed into casual clothes, and boarded the boat alone. Looking up at the distant sky, where the white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? When the wild geese flew back, the moonlight had filled the west tower.
The fallen flowers are floating alone, and the water is flowing alone. Both of them miss each other, but they can't talk to each other, so they have to stay alone and feel depressed. The sorrow of lovesickness couldn't be dismissed. As soon as it disappeared from the frown, it faintly lingered in my heart again.
3. The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds.
From "Linjiang Immortal: High Locks on the Tower after Dream" written by Yan Jidao of the Song Dynasty
After a dream, the tower is high and locked, and the curtains are low after drunkenness. Last year, spring regret came. The fallen flower man is independent, and the tiny swift swallows fly together.
I remember when we first met Xiao Ping, Luo Yi had a double heart. The pipa strings speak of lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds. (Ping Tong: Ping)
Interpretation:
I dreamed of returning to the balcony late at night. The red door was locked. The drunkenness had subsided, but the curtains were drooped. When the hatred of last year's spring came to my mind, people were quietly independent among the falling flowers, and swallows soared in the breeze and drizzle. I remember meeting Xiao Ping for the first time, wearing a Luo Yi scented with two layers of "heart". The pipa plays Weiwei lightly to express the feeling of lovesickness. The bright moon was still there, illuminating her colorful cloud-like figure when it returned.
4. The bright moon does not understand the pain of separation and hatred. The slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn.
From "Butterfly Loves Flowers" by Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty: The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the smoke orchid and weep the dew.
The chrysanthemum on the threshold is worried about the smoke orchid and weeps the dew. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn. (Two Flying Away, One Work: Two Coming and Going, One Work: The Pain of Parting, One Work: The Pain of Parting)
Last night the west wind withered the green trees, and I climbed up to the tall building alone, looking across the road to the end of the world. If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, where can you tell if the mountains are long and the rivers are vast?
Definition:
The chrysanthemums outside the fence are shrouded in a layer of sad smoke, and the orchids soaked in dew seem to be crying silently. The curtains were hanging down, the air was slightly cold, and a pair of swallows flew away. The bright moon does not understand the pain of parting, and the slanting silver glow still penetrates Zhuhu until dawn. The autumn wind blew strongly last night and withered the green trees. I climbed up the tall building alone and looked at the road that disappeared into the horizon. I want to send a letter to my sweetheart. But the mountains are endless, the clear water is endless, and I don’t know where the person I miss is.
5. It is not like the autumn light, it only illuminates the heartbreak of those who have left.
From "Magnolia Spring Moon" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
In the spring garden at noon, the fragrant mash is shaking and the light is dancing. Walking around the corridor, half-fallen plum blossoms are fragrant.
The light clouds and mist are always a place for young people to enjoy themselves. It's not like the autumn light, it only shines on people who are leaving.
Definition:
In the spring courtyard, with the bright moon in the sky, I have a drink in front of the hall, feeling drunk and dancing. Nine winding corridors, dancing steps revolving, half of the plum blossoms on the trees withered, the fragrance of wine and plum blossoms, harmonious and pure. The light clouds, thin mist, and the moonlight in the spring night are a good place for young people to have fun in time. It's not like the moon in autumn, which persistently shines on the parting person, causing sadness in both places. 4. Poems about the moon missing people
1. Ten rounds of frost shadows turn around the courtyard, and this evening, people are alone in the corner. Su'e may not be without regrets, but the jade toad is cold and the sweet-scented osmanthus is lonely. ——From the Song Dynasty: Yan Shu's "Mid-Autumn Moon"
Vernacular interpretation: The Mid-Autumn moon is full, the moonlight shines in the courtyard, and the shadows of the plane trees in the courtyard are dancing. I am traveling alone in a foreign land. During the festival, I look at the shadows of the trees under the moon. , time passed slowly, and the shadow moved unconsciously. Looking at the bright moon in the sky from a distance, thinking about Chanjuan in the moon palace, I feel regretful now. After all, the only ones accompanying her are the cold moon and the lonely laurel tree.
2. Crows roost on the white trees in the atrium, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in autumn? ——From Tang Dynasty poet Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night and Mailing it to Du Langzhong"
Vernacular interpretation: Magpies and crows are perched on the snow-white trees on the courtyard floor, and the autumn dew silently wets the osmanthus flowers in the courtyard. Tonight, the bright moon is in the sky. Everyone in the world is looking up at me. I wonder whose house this autumn love will fall on?
3. The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened with lustrous dew. The startled magpies have not yet settled down, and the flying fireflies roll in behind the curtain. The cold shadows of the locust tree in the courtyard are sparse, and the neighbor's pestle sounds urgently at night. How long is the good time? Standing looking at the sky. ——From the Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran's "Autumn Night and the Moonlight"
Vernacular interpretation: A bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the dewdrops reflected by the moonlight are crystal clear, as if they were wet by dew. Under such beautiful moonlight, the cold magpie doesn't know where to rest. And fireflies don't dare to compete with the moonlight for a little bit of light. He flew into the room as the curtain rolled up.
The only branches of the locust tree in the yard cast their shadows in the moonlight, looking sparse and desolate.
At this time, the sound of pestle coming from the neighbor seemed so clear and urgent in the silent autumn night. Far apart. How to make an appointment for a date to get together? I can only look at the same distant moon melancholy, unable to do anything, just standing there stupidly.
4. The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night. When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep. ——From the Tang Dynasty: "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" by Zhang Jiuling
Vernacular interpretation: A bright moon rises over the vast sea, and at this time you and I are looking at each other at the end of the world. Loved people resent the long moonlit night and stay awake all night longing for their loved ones. I extinguished the candles and loved the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes and felt the coldness of the night dew. I can't give you the beautiful moonlight, I only hope to meet you in my dreamland.
5. There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. ——From Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"
Vernacular interpretation: The bright moonlight shines on the window paper in front of the bed, as if there is a layer of frost on the ground. I couldn't help but raise my head and look at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day. I couldn't help but lower my head and think about my hometown far away. 5. Ancient poems about missing your lover
1. Dielianhua·Farewell to Li Gongze in late spring
The author Su Shi Dynasty Song Dynasty
The flowers are rustling without wind.丸In the lonely garden, old willows and cherries pass by. The setting sun is sentimental and I still sit there. The mountains are green and the clouds are breaking.
At the end of the road, the river turns back thousands of times. Xianyan fishing village, the moon is dark and the lights are alone. Rely on the flying soul to attract Chu. I miss you, you miss me.
Translation
The rustling sound of falling flowers was not blown by the wind, but fell to the ground leisurely by itself. In the lonely garden, the flowers and trees are flourishing and withered. The seemingly affectionate setting sun shines on the guests, and the towering green mountains seem to pierce the horizontal clouds.
The sender has reached the "end of the road" on the shore; the traveler in the boat finds that the rudder has turned. Tonight, I stayed awake all night in a deserted fishing village, facing a solitary lamp, accompanied only by the dark moon. I summoned my departed friends just like Qu Yuan was summoned in "The Songs of Chu: Calling the Soul". When I miss you, you are also missing me.
2. Butterfly Loves Flowers
Author Yan Shu, Dynasty and Song Dynasty
The chrysanthemums on the threshold are sad, and the orchid weeps with dew. The curtain is slightly cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred. The slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn.
Last night the west wind withered the green trees. Climb a tall building alone and look out to the end of the world. I would like to send colored paper and ruler. The mountains are long and the rivers are vast.
Translation
In the early morning, the chrysanthemums outside the railing are shrouded in a layer of sad smoke, and the dew on the orchids seems to be weeping dew. There were wisps of light coldness between the curtains, and a pair of swallows flew away. The bright moon does not understand the pain of parting, and the slanting silver glow still penetrates Zhuhu until dawn. The west wind was fierce last night and withered the green trees.
I climbed up the tall building alone and looked at the road that disappeared into the horizon. I want to send a letter to my sweetheart. But there are endless mountains and endless clear water, and I don’t know where my sweetheart is.
3. Su Muzhe
Author Fan Zhongyan, Song Dynasty
The blue sky, the yellow leaves on the ground, the autumn colors are rolling, and the cold smoke is green on the waves. The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country, the thoughts of the journey. Unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
Translation
The blue sky with floating blue clouds, the earth with flying yellow leaves. The autumn scenery is reflected in the blue waves on the river, and the water waves are covered with cold smoke and green. The distant mountains are bathed in the sunset sky and connected to the river. The grass on the shore seems to be ruthless, and it is outside the setting sun. Silently missing my hometown makes me sad, and the lingering thoughts of traveling abroad are hard to get rid of.
Unless you have a good dream every night, you can get a moment of comfort. When the bright moon shines on the high-rise building, don't rely on yourself. Pick up a glass of wine to wash away your sadness, but it will all turn into tears of lovesickness.
4. Shengchazi·Yuan Xiu
Author Ouyang Xiu Dynasty Song Dynasty
On the night of Yuan Dynasty 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 Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears.
Translation
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as daytime. The moon rises above the willow trees, and he invites me to chat with him after dusk. During this year’s Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the moonlight and lights are the same as last year. I can no longer see my lover from last year, and my clothes are soaked with tears.
5. Night Rain Sends to the North
Author Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty
Jun asked about the return date but had not yet arrived, and the night rain in Bashan filled the autumn pond.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
Translation
You asked about the return date, but it is difficult to say exactly. It rained heavily all night in Bashan, filling the autumn pond. When will I return, I will cut the candles from the west window and tell my face to my face how bad the rain is at night in Bashan. 6. Poems about missing your lover on August 15th
Playing with the moon in Taoyuan on the night of August 15th
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
Seeing the moon in the dust makes my heart feel free. In the fairy mansion in Qingqiu.
The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time.
There are no clouds in the blue sky, no wind can move, there are pines growing on the mountains and water flowing down from the mountains.
Taking a leisurely look at the group of animals, the sky is thousands of miles apart.
Young Master led me to the jade altar, where I bowed to the true immortal official from afar.
The clouds were about to move, and the stars were moving, and Tianle let out a cry of coldness in his muscles and bones.
The golden clouds and clouds gradually move eastward, and the shadows of the wheel are still seen frequently.
It is difficult to combine beautiful scenery and good times again, so he should feel melancholy on this day.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou·When will the bright moon appear
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily until the end of the day, getting drunk, writing this article, and pregnant with a child Depend on.
When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dance and clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world? (What is like? One word: when; and one word: fear; one word: only / only fear)
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the lower Qihu, the light is sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan. (Long Xiang, one work: bias) 7. Poems describing the moon missing relatives
"Moon over the Mountains" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
Han descended to Baideng Road, and Hu glanced at Qinghai Bay. The origin of the battle was that no one returned.
The garrisonmen looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home. The tall building is like this night, sighing is not enough.
"Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" by Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty
The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night.
When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep.
"Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The garrison drum breaks the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
"Farewell on a Bright Moon Night" by Tang Li Ye
When people leave, they are speechless and the moon is silent, but when the moon shines, people are sentimental. After farewell, I miss you like the moon, and the water in the clouds reaches the city.
"Reflections on the River Tower" by Zhao Gu of Tang Dynasty
When I go up to the Jiang Tower alone, I feel like being quiet, the moonlight is like water and the water is like the sky. Where are the people who came to play on the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year.
"Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in autumn?
"Shengchazi" Tang Niu Xiji
The crescent moon is as curved as an eyebrow, but there is no reunion. Hong Dou couldn't bear to look at her, and her eyes were filled with tears of lovesickness.
Chopping peach flesh all day long, Ren'er is in my heart. Two wallflowers will get married sooner or later.
"Happy Meeting" by Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty
Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook,
The lonely phoenix tree in the deep courtyard locked the autumn.
Continuous cutting and confusion are the sorrows of separation.
There is no ordinary feeling in the heart.
"Picking Mulberries" Song Lu Benzhong
Hating you is not like Jiang Louyue, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, we can only follow each other without separation.
Hate for you, but like the moon on the river, it is full but still losing money, and it is full but still losing money. How long will it take to be reunited? 8. Poems describing longing for your lover
Qing Ping Le Song Yan Shu
Small characters on red paper, all about ordinary business,
The swans are in the clouds and the fish are in the water, melancholy is here Love is hard to send.
The setting sun leans against the west tower alone, and the distant mountains are just opposite the curtain hook.
The human face is unknown, but the green wave is still flowing eastward.
The Magpie Bridge Immortal, Qin Guan, Song Dynasty
The fine clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness.
As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people 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 stay together day and night?
Dielianhua Song Ouyang Xiu
How deep is the courtyard? The willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are countless.
The jade-carved saddle is in the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road.
It’s rainy and windy at the end of March, the door is blocked at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.
With tears in her eyes, she asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.
Magnolia, Song Dynasty, Yan Shu
Green poplars and fragrant grass pavilion road, young people are easy to go.
There is a lingering dream at the top of the building, and there is a March rain at the bottom of the flower.
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.
The Sapphire Case, Yuan Eve, Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji
The east wind blew thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and even the stars fell like rain. BMW carvings fill the road with fragrance,
The sound of phoenix flutes, jade pots turning light, and fish and dragons dancing all night long.
The golden strands of moth snow and willow trees are filled with laughter and hidden fragrance. The crowd searched for her thousands of times,
Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place.
The Sapphire Case He Zhu, Song Dynasty
Lingbo could not reach Hengtang Road, but he watched Fangchen go. Who will spend the golden years?
Yueqiao Garden, with small windows and red doors. Only Chun knows the place.
The flying clouds are rising slowly into the twilight sky. New inscriptions with colored pens on heartbreaking sentences. If you ask how much leisure and sorrow you have?
Yichuan Tobacco is everywhere in the city. Plum yellow Shiyu.
Slow Voice Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao
Searching and searching, deserted and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold.
Three cups and two glasses of light wine are no match for him. The wind is coming late at night.
The wild goose is passing by, and I am sad, but we are an old acquaintance.
The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now?
Guarding the window, how can one live in darkness alone?
The phoenix trees also drizzle until dusk, bit by bit.
This time, how can you say "sorrow"?
Yu Linling, Song Dynasty, Liu Yong
The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the place of nostalgia and the orchid boat urge the hair.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the evening mist sinks and the sky widens.