Is there a poem that loves, hates and is helpless?

1, the wind blows the bamboo and knocks the autumn rhyme at night. A thousand leaves, a thousand voices, all hate.

From the Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu's Yulouchun, I don't know how far you are after parting.

I don't know the distance after you broke up. Sad and boring. Drifting away, no books, rich water and heavy fish.

Late at night, the wind blows bamboo and plays autumn rhyme. A thousand leaves, a thousand voices, all hate. So, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream is not a lamp, it will burn.

Explanation:

I want to know where you went after we broke up. Eyes and heart are dark and gloomy, giving birth to endless sadness! You go further and further, and finally you lose the news; How wide is the river? Fish swim deep under the water. Where can I get your news? ?

Last night, the wind blew all over the bamboo forest, conveying the rhythm of late autumn, and the voice of every leaf seemed to be telling resentment. I have a heart resting on a single pillow, hoping to meet you in my dream. Unfortunately, my dream can't come true, but the wick burns in the autumn wind.

2. When will Lang Jun arrive? I didn't want to see him from the beginning.

From the Yuan Dynasty Shi Naian's "Die Hua Lian Yi Jia Yin Shan Xin"

I have been missing you since I left home, and I have missed you for thousands of times, which broke my heart. Swallows don't fly and die, and a spring is sparse.

The ungrateful husband returned one day and recalled the past, so he was not satisfied. The good dream I was about to have was awakened again, and there was a rushing sound outside the screen.

Explanation:

Since I left my hometown, there have been thousands of kinds of lovesickness, which is heartbreaking. Swallows don't fly, flowers wither and clothes are loose in spring. When the ungrateful husband returned to China, it would be better not to meet him. Just when I was about to have a good dream, I was awakened by the sound of warblers outside the screen window.

3, think of dragons, hate dragons, hate back.

From the Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's Speculation on Liu Shui.

Bianshui flow, Surabaya flow, flows to Guazhou Gudutou. Wu Shan is a little sad.

Think long and hate long, until it's time to pay back. Yueming people lean on the building.

Explanation:

Miss her husband's thoughts, like Bianshui and Surabaya, flow southward until Guazhou Ferry, and sorrow rises and falls like mountains in the south of the Yangtze River. Miss, hate, where is the end? You won't stop until you come back. A bright moon shines in the sky, and I lean against the building and feel sad.

It's no use being madly in love. I regret meeting you.

From Zhu Yizun's Memories of Youth and Flying Flowers in Qing Dynasty.

Flying flowers season, weeping willows alley, Dongfeng courtyard. The heavy curtain is the same as before, but the peeping curtain is far away.

Liang, a bottom singer, is always accompanied by bitterness. Acacia is useless. I regret meeting you.

Explanation:

It's the season of falling flowers again. The streets are shaded by weeping willows, and the east wind is blowing in the yard. The heavy curtains are the same as before, except that the peeping people in the curtains are far away from me. I blame you for listening to orioles sing tactfully among the thick leaves and whispering on the beams. Acacia is useless, and I regret meeting it.

White grass No.5, Lengshi Road, Hua Qian, whose tree is the car?

From the Five Dynasties Feng Yansi's "Magpie Tread, Where to Go in a few days"

Where has he gone like a cloud these days? If you forget to go home, you will die in spring. A hundred flowers and a hundred flowers cold food road, whose tree is the car tied to?

Who is he and his horse? Tears on the first floor constantly soliloquize, double swallow, can you meet him on the road? Chaos and spring sorrow are like catkins, dreaming where to find him? (Yi Yi Zuo Yi: Youyou)

Explanation:

These days, where is he like a flowing cloud? Forgot to go home, regardless of Fang Chun's death. The cold food road is covered with weeds and idle flowers. Whose tree is his carriage tied to? Tears kept soliloquizing on the floor, Shuangfeiyan, can you meet him on the way? Chaos and spring sorrow are like catkins. Where can I find him in my dream?