Verses about strange love

Gentlemen are as light as water, the longer the love, the more true.

The gentleman is as light as water, and the love is more genuine after a long time.

Once the Houmen entered the sea, from now on, Xiao Lang is a passer-by.

Giving a Handmaiden is a poem written by Cui Jiao in the Tang Dynasty. The poem describes the sadness of a loved one being robbed, reflecting the tragedy of love in feudal society due to the disparity of rank. The poem's moral is quite deep, and the expression method is subtle but not revealing, resentful but not angry, and euphemistic and tortuous.

Background:

During the Yuanhe period, the aunt of Cui Jiao, a scholar, had a servant girl who was beautiful and in love with Cui Jiao, but she was sold to a nobleman, Yu Di. The girl was sold to a nobleman, Yu Di. Cui Jiao could not forget her, and he longed for her. During a winter eclipse, the servant girl occasionally went out and met Cui Jiao, who wrote this poem "For the servant girl" with mixed feelings. Later, when Yu Di read the poem, he asked Cui Jiao to take the servant girl to him, and it became a famous story in the poetry world. (Fan set forth "Yunxi Youji")

"Pipa Xing" (The Walking of the Pipa) Tang. Bai Juyi We are all at the same end of the world, why should we ever meet? In the 10th year of Yuanhe, Yu left to move to Jiujiang County.

In the fall of next year, I sent a guest to the mouth of the Penpu River, and I heard a pipa player in the boat at night. I heard the pipa player playing in the boat at night, and when I listened to his voice, there was the sound of Kyoto.

Asked the person, the Chang'an advocate for women, tasted learning Pipa in the Mu Cao two good talent. Older, weakened color, committed to the Jia people women.

Then make the wine make fast play a few songs. The song finished pity, since the recounting of the joy of a few hours, now drift down and emaciated, turned to the jungle between the remaining two years out of the government, quiet and at ease, feeling the words of the Sirens, is the beginning of the night feel the intention of relocation.

Because of the long lines of song to gift, where six hundred and sixteen words. Life said "pipa line".

Xunyang River at night to send guests, maple leaves and dirigible flowers in the fall. The master dismounted from his horse and the guest was in the boat, and he raised his wine to drink without the pipa.

Drunkenness is not a joyful and miserable farewell, farewell to a vast river drenched in moonlight.

The first time I heard the sound of a pipa on the water, the master forgot to return to the guest.

The sound of the lute was not heard on the water, but the master forgot to return to his house. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.

The lute has been in the air for a long time, but the lute is still in the air. The first time I saw it was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.

The strings of the pipa are so full of thoughts that they seem to be complaining about the lack of ambition in their lives. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

The first thing you need to know is how to get the best out of your life, and what you need to do to get there. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

Noisy and confused play, big pearls and small pearls fall on the jade plate. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid, and the third time I saw it was when I was a kid.

The water springs are cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation never passes. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

The bottle of water bursts at first, and the iron horsemen protrude with their swords and spears. The song ends with the dialing of the heart, and the four strings sound like cracked silk.

The east boat and the west boat are silent, and the only thing that can be seen is the white moon in the center of the river. The only thing I can see is the white moon in the center of the river.

She said that she was originally a woman from the capital, and her family lived under the toadstools. The first thing I learned was to play the pipa, and it was the first thing I learned to play in a workshop.

The song is often taught to the good talents, and the makeup is always made up by the Queen of Qiuniang's stove. The young people of Wuling were so eager to get married that they didn't know the number of red songs they were playing. The first time I saw it, I was so happy to see it, and I was so happy to see it.

I've been in the army for a long time, and my aunt died, and I'm still in the same color. The oldest of them is married to a businesswoman.

The businessman is a man who emphasizes profit over parting, and he bought tea at Fu Liang the month before. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and it was a very good time for me.

The night is deep and I suddenly dream of my youth. I've heard that the pipa has already sighed, and I've heard it again.

We are all at the same end of the world, and we don't need to know each other. I have been in the same place since last year, and I've been living in Xunyang City for a long time.

Xunyang is a remote place with no music, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard for years. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.

What do you hear in the middle of the day and night, the azalea cries blood and apes wail. The night of the spring river flowers towards the autumn and moonlight, often take the wine and also pour alone.

I don't know if there is a mountain song or a flute, but it's hard to hear. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

I am not going to sit down and play a song, but I am going to play a pipa song for you.

The words of the poet, "Pipa", are not the same as the words of the poet, "Pipa", "Pipa".

It is not like the sound of the previous song, but the whole audience heard it again and wept.

This is the first time I've heard of this.

The translation of the Tang Emperor Xianzong Yuanhe ten years, I was relegated to the Jiujiang County Secretary. One day in the fall of the following year, I sent a guest to the mouth of Penpu, and at night I heard someone playing the pipa on the boat.

Listening to the sound, it had the popular sound of Kyoto. The sound of the pipa was very popular in Kyoto. When I asked about this person, it turned out that she was a singer from Chang'an, and she had learned the art from two pipa masters, Mu and Cao.

Later, when she got old, she was married to a merchant. So he ordered people to set up wine and asked her to play a few songs freely.

After she played, some sullen look, they talked about the joy of youth, and now wandering and sinking, emaciated, in the rivers and lakes between the wandering. I left the capital to transfer out of the post for two years, as the case may be, self-satisfied, and now by this person's words touched, this night before the feeling of being demoted.

So composed a long poem to her, *** six hundred and sixteen words, entitled "Pipa Xing". On an autumn night I went to the head of the Xunyang River to see off a returning guest, and the cold wind blew the maple leaves and reeds with the sound of autumn.

Pipa Xing Illustrations (16) I dismounted from my horse and my guest to have a farewell banquet on the boat, and I raised my glass to drink, but there was no music to cheer me up. The wine is not happy and sad to be parted, and the moon is reflected in the vast waters of the river at night.

Suddenly heard on the river came pipa crisp sound; I forgot to return to the guests also do not want to move. I'm looking for the source of the sound and I'm asking who is playing the lute.

We moved closer to the boat and invited her to come out to meet us; we told our subordinates to add more wine and return to the lanterns to re-establish the banquet.

Turning the axle of the lute and plucking the strings to try to play a few sounds; not yet into the tune of that form is very emotional.

Gently gather, slowly twist, a moment to wipe, a moment to pick. The first time I played the "Nishang Yuyi Song" and then the "Six Youngest".

The big strings are as loud and long as the storm; the small strings are as gentle and delicate as a whisper. The cacophony of sound is intertwined with the sound of cutting; it is like big pearls and small pearls falling from a jade disk.

Pipa sound for a while like a flower under the smooth sound of birdsong, a moment like the water under the ice flow blocked difficult low, whimpering intermittent sound. As if the water spring cold pipa sound began to condense, condensation and not smooth sound gradually interrupted.

Like another kind of sadness and hatred secretly grows; at this time muffled soundless but more moving than sound. Suddenly, it seems like a silver bottle crashed and splashed; and it seems like an iron armor cavalry fighting with swords and spears.

The end of the song she aimed at the center of the strings scratching; four strings of a roar as if tearing the cloth. The people in the east and west boats were all listening quietly; they could only see the white autumn moon reflecting in the center of the river.

She collected the plectrum and inserted it in the strings in a deep voice; she straightened her clothes and still showed a dignified face.

I learned to play the pipa at the age of thirteen; my name was listed in the first team of the orchestra. Every time I played, I was admired by masters of the art; every time I made up, I was envied by fellow courtesans.

The rich and wealthy children of Kyoto came to offer their colors; the red silk they received after playing a song was countless. The silver hairpin and the silver grate were often broken and shattered, and the red dress was stained with wine, but she did not regret it.

Year after year, they spent their time in laughter and jokes; the good times were wasted in the fall and spring. My brothers are in the army, my sisters are dead, my family is in ruins, and I am getting old and senile.

Beauty is in the distance, that is the beauty that the feeling of strangeness gives you; it is a place you can not reach, just as you can not reach the world of fairy tales, but can only gaze across the thick wooden fence at the paradise of those who are made up of pictures and words.

2, happiness is like holding a piece of ice in your hand, when the ice slowly melts, that a short distance, is the moment of happiness to you, learn to enjoy happiness, is the most worthwhile in life. 3, said "optimism is a beautiful", think about the fact that the sadness is also a beautiful, one of the most true, the purest beauty, is a kind of wind after the wind. The beauty of the wind after the calm, is a kind of experience after the quiet beauty, is a kind of love to the beauty, is a kind of maturity of the beauty! Forgive me for telling your cell phone number to a stranger, his name is Cupid, he is going to help me tell you; my heart likes you, my heart cares for you, my heart waits for you.

Love turns two people from strangers to familiar, and from familiar to strange. Love is precisely a game that turns a pair of strangers into a couple and a couple into strangers.

After the breakup, often think of you, occasionally want to see you, we have been strangers since. Your world no longer has me, my world no longer has you.

I can no longer cherish you, but can only think of you ...... Maybe love is just because of loneliness. Need to find someone to love.

Even if there is no ending. Embrace the time, strange the city's noisy desolation, holding hands of the day, do not look at those heartbreaking injuries, love you, love you, in the eyes of our first encounter, the heart is captured by you, love is collected by you.

There are tears and touches in life, there are twists and turns and a straight path, there are opportunities and dreams. Along the way, we are familiar with the strange world, familiar with the strange faces, encountered countless people, hurry and hurry, some of them into our forgettable back, some of them into the scenery of our life.

The life of this passer-by, why a thousand knots, the most familiar things, the most easy to have a sense of strangeness. The most familiar things, the most easy to have a sense of strangeness.

From a psychological point of view, the longer you get along with two people, the less interest in understanding each other. So there is a blind spot of love.

The most distant person in the world may be the person closest to you. The sound of the cello is like a river, the left bank is the memories that I can not forget, the right bank is the bright years that I deserve to hold on to, and the middle flows, is my years and years of faint sentimental! A person always have to walk a strange road, see strange scenery, listen to strange songs, and then in a moment of inadvertence, you will find that the original effort to forget things really so forget.

The distance is too far, too long, are not distance, strange heart is the farthest distance. The most long-lasting possession in life is not to cherish for a while, but to cherish for a lifetime.

The people who really love you will not say a lot of words to love you, but will do a lot of things to love you. Ordinary companion seems to be plain, in fact, is to cherish the immediate; understanding of know seems simple, in fact, is to treat the heart.

In the world of love, companionship and understanding are more important than love itself. When love comes, we have also been ecstatic, but, again, the beautiful love will always have so many times to let you and I down in tears.

We learned to sigh, learned to say. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

Every day on the Internet, regardless of whether she has a new dynamic, we will go into her space to see. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.

There are some people living in the memory, engraved in the bones; there are some people living in the side, but very far away. This world is very big, even if it is a stranger passing by, when they meet, there is also a faint edge floating, so the edge is you, I cherish; edge end you go, I put.

A very wonderful feeling is that once a stranger, suddenly became your whole world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.

Grasp every role you will face, only to laugh at the ups and downs of life, bumps and bruises. Because, no matter how much you have paid, how much you have gotten and how much you have lost, it has all been embedded in the scenery of the past.

Walked through to understand that happiness is used to feel, pain is used to grow. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of them.

Who enters your life, decided by fate; who stays in your life, decided by yourself. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of your life, and then you'll be able to get the best out of your life.

I really want to be like this to like people good, do not think much, do not seek results, no purpose, do not ask after. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've had a good time, and I'm sure I've never had a good time.

However, it's always a good idea to walk alone on a strange road, see a strange landscape, and listen to a strange song. For you, I can always only miss as a stranger.

It's hard to love someone, and it's even harder to give up your beloved. Those partings and disappointments hurt, and can no longer make a sound.

I love you, for your happiness, I am willing to give up everything. From strangers to familiar to together, and finally return to strangers, become the most familiar strangers.

If you already know such an ending, you will continue to choose the original decision? But if I don't try how do I know if it's possible? If successful, you can proudly say to others: "I and my girl together to defeat two BOSS, one called years, the other called reality." I believe there is a star among the stars that leads my life and brings me to you.

Your voice through the long telephone line, heavy knock on the heart, but suddenly become strange, I do not know is the space is not right, or time dislocation. Time fades all the sadness, the most familiar things, the most easy to have a sense of strangeness.

Nearby people, it is most difficult to understand. From a psychological point of view, the longer you get along with the two people, the less interest in understanding each other.

So there is a blind spot of love. The most distant person in the world may be the person closest to you.

In order to, do not let happiness come too fast, do not let happiness go too fast, although the years are difficult to endure, we wait together. A lifetime is long, but the past is just a snap of the fingers.

You will continue to meet some people, but also non-stop and some people to say goodbye, from strangers to familiar, from familiar and then back to strangers, from the stink to go their separate ways, from the hate to see each other to better than not to see ... No one can go back to the past to start again, youthful words slowly feel strange, the wheel of the year is always very easy to branded with the imprints of the old. I thought it was always something long-lasting, in fact, in the turn of God and a split second will not be around.

Once loved, missed the person will easily become a familiar stranger. The majority of the people you meet in your life are from strangers.

Fang Haiquan's top ten classic love quotes

One: life only through the experience of sweet and sour, to understand the flavor of the earth, so also must learn to cherish life and cherish feelings.

Two: No matter how beautiful she is, or so bad, you have to be grateful to her. Thank her within the wind and rain, are not retiring willing to accompany you, that is from the heart of love, so you should not give up.

Third: that virtuous woman cries her misfortune, one feels a burst of heartache, only to pray silently that God bless the good people. If possible, let her husband in her heart to hide for a minute, savor the pain of tearing the heart, he will come back to the heart. Let's not just fail people.

Fourth: the cold of winter to know a branch of the plum blossom alone, the warmth of spring to recognize the hundred flowers full of spring color. The only way to know the value of a sweet life is to experience suffering.

Fifth: the parting of the party to know the joy of meeting, lost to know the satisfaction of having. So we should cherish the people in front of us, and we should know how to love each other.

Six: the man who can understand the heart of a woman is a good man, and the man who can understand the heart of the public is a good man, because he thinks of others in everything.

Seven: meet worthy of love is difficult, each other are worthy of love and come together more difficult. If you meet them, you should cherish them, that's a blessing.

VIII: Lotus is less sentimental than peony, and it is difficult to move the capital when it blooms, but its flowers and fruits bloom at the same time, and it will not be beautiful though empty into the eyes. There is a good result of things, our payment will produce infinite meaning.

Nine: beautiful face must have a beautiful heart will be perfect, know the love of the heart must meet know the love of people will be happy.

Ten: The happiest love is nothing more than the two loves and the same heart, the wind and rain do not retreat for the partner.

1. Under the Luo Jia Mountain, on the shore of the East China Sea, peaches and plums do not speak, the next from their own grooves.

2. Falling red is not an unfeeling thing, but it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. 3. The silkworms are not finished until they die, and the candles are drying up.

4. The green silk to add Chinese hair, three feet of the podium swing laughter. 5. Dedication to a few blood and sweat, do not want to stay in the history of the name.

6. 7. Three-foot podium, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums; ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain, one hundred thousand beams.

8. Four times the spring winds into silk, several times the autumn rain wash chasm. The black hair accumulated frost weaving day and month, chalk without words to write spring and autumn.

9. Silkworms spit out the spring has not aged, the candle tears into ashes in the fall more thick. The spring sowing three thousand beds of peaches and plums, the fall of the fruit full of God's country.

10. Crane hair and silver threads reflect the sun and the moon, the heart and blood of the new flower. 11. One day as a teacher, life as a father.

12. The gift of a word, all my teachers. The teacher is like a red candle, burning the torch in the hearts of the students, but burned himself, until the red candle into ashes.

The teacher is like a gardener, nurturing our flowers, but hard work, until the physical exhaustion. We must grow up to become a pillar of the country, ah! Teachers are so selfless! Ah! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on the best of the best, and you'll be able to do it with the best of your ability. It's you! Teacher! You've used the sweat of your brow to nurture.

1. Luo Jia Mountain, the East China Sea, the peach and plum do not say, the next from the fish. 2. Falling red is not an unfeeling thing, turning into spring mud to protect the flowers.

3. Silkworms are not finished until they are dead, and candles dry up when they turn into ashes. 4. The green silk between the hair, three feet of the podium swinging laughter.

5. Dedication to a few blood and sweat, do not want to stay in history. 6. Bend your head and be willing to be a Confucian cow.

7. Three-foot podium, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums; ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain, one hundred thousand beams. 8. Four degrees of spring wind into silk, several times the autumn rain wash chasm.

Black hair accumulated frost weaving the sun and moon, chalk without words to write spring and autumn. 9. Silkworms spit out the spring is not old, the candle tears into the ashes of the fall more thick.

Spring sows three thousand beds of peaches and plums, and autumn fruits fill the state of God. 10. Crane hair and silver threads reflect the sun and the moon, the heart and blood of the new flower.

11. One day as a teacher, life as a father. 12. The gift of a word, all my teachers.

Give: ★★★ Praise teachers poem two: ★★★ I love my teacher teacher is like a red candle, burned up the torch in the hearts of students, but burned himself, until the red candle into ash. The teacher is like a gardener, nurturing us a flower, but hard work themselves, until the physical exhaustion.

We must grow up to become a pillar of the country, ah! The teacher is so selfless! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular and popular products and services in the world. It's you! Teacher! You use the sweat of hard work, nurturing the spring has just broken the ground of the seedlings. Who taught the naughty ones to be considerate and helpful? It's you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze warmed our hearts.

Who is it that nurtured us into a mature and understanding young man? It is you! Teachers! Your protection allows us to grow up healthy. In the fall of the fruitful.

You have worked hard! Teacher! The people who work hard in the heat and cold. You have worked hard! The teacher! People who have given their youth without a second thought.

We salute you! I can only help here teacher teacher - you as the spring rain, nourishing the flowers, irrigating the earth, and we then sucked the rain to grow up. Teachers - you as a wind in the fall, blowing the earth, calling the golden rice, and we get the fruit of the harvest.

Teacher - in my dark life on the road is you for me to light a brightest lamp; Teacher - then my confused life on the road is you do my guide; Teacher - in my stumble on the road is you do my guide; Teacher - in my stumble on the road is you do my guide; Teacher - in my stumble on the road is you do my guide; Teacher - the road is you do my guide. -In my stumbling in the road of life is that you point out the direction for me to move forward; Teacher - is that you gave me a pair of strong wings, so that I roam in the world of knowledge! ★★★ Praise teacher poem four: ★★★ Golden wind to send laughter, Dan Gui flower fragrance floating. The teacher's holiday, today came again.

Teachers for our growth, I do not know how much hard work. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

The teacher's day has come again today! People compare the teacher to a red candle, illuminating others and burning themselves. People compare the teacher to the gardener, cultivating the peach and plum blossom all over the world.

Teachers are a noble cause under the sun. Teachers give us the sunshine of ideal and the sunshine of wisdom.

Teachers guide us to embark on the road of life full of sunshine. Teachers expect us to become the sun of the new century.

The teacher's words are like spring rain that moisturizes my heart. The teacher will water us with the dew of knowledge.

The gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us. The teacher's words and teachings are like the spring rain that moistens things silently.

The teacher is willing to be a green leaf, and put us as a red flower to lift. The teacher is a green leaf, happy to quietly dedication.

The green of the leaf symbolizes the teacher's youth. When we like flowers bloom, never forget the favor of green leaves.

Teachers are like big trees, head of the blue sky, feet on the earth, silently for the benefit of society. The teacher is a big tree, bringing a piece of spring color to the world.

The teacher sows seeds of hope and nurtures us into a forest. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

Yes, the teacher's passion is like the sun, the teacher's teaching is like the spring rain, the teacher's style is like the green leaves, the teacher's career is like the big tree. It is you who gave the seed, the warmth of the sun; it is you who watered the seedling with sweat.

Your eyes are like bright stars, sparkling with charming light; your voice is like a spring stream, bringing joy to everyone. Wherever we go, always remember your love; wherever we go.

Always remember your words. No matter where we go, we will always remember your love; no matter where we go, we will always be one of your flowers.

★★★ Praise the teacher poem six: ★★★ September, as expected. The world is brilliant.

We sing of September, for it is your eternal festival. We remember September, because it is our sincere confession.

September is a cup full of love, and we raise our hands in the air, and in the midst of all the sincere blessings, we ask you to drink a toast. The music of September has been played, please accept our September.