* * * Cut the western window and talk about the late rain.
It was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
The sword is pale and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Tracing back and forth, the road is blocked and long. Swim back from it, in the middle of the water
It's been a long time, and it hasn't changed for thousands of years. The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Walking back and forth from it, the road was blocked and broken, walking back and forth from it and drowning.
Jia Cai, peace and prosperity have not passed. The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Go back and follow, the road is blocked and turn right. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.
If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind?
6 A love that consumes everything can be paid back slowly.
2. I want to write a love letter to someone I like in ancient Chinese, and please help me recommend Tao Qian's leisure fu. The original text is: Fu and Gui Yi are elegant and outstanding in the world.
Show the beauty of the whole city, there is victory over no rumors. Pei Ming is better than Jie Yu, and Qi Youlan is competing for fen.
Light tenderness is in vulgarity, negative ambition is in high clouds. Sad for the relaxed dusk in the morning and feel the long diligence of life; In the same century, He Huan is widowed and melancholy! Wanzhu is sitting, full of ambition.
Just send your fingers. The sleeves are colorful. Instantly beautiful eyes flow, and there is no point in talking and laughing.
Halfway through the song, the scene falls to Xixuan. Sad businessmen knock on the forest, and white clouds lean on the mountains.
Look up at the heavenly road and lean down to promote string singing. Charming spirit and elegant manners.
Inspire the voice to feel more, I am willing to talk to my knees. I want to swear to myself, but I'm afraid I'll leave. Wait for the phoenix bird to speak, lest others get ahead of me.
I am confused and frustrated, and my soul turns nine times in an instant: I am willing to be the leader of clothes and inherit the first fragrance of China; I am sad for leaving Romania at night and complaining for the unfinished autumn night! I am willing to tie my slim body with the belt in my petticoat; It's cool and weird, and it's new! I am willing to be proud of my hair and brush my head on my shoulders; The repeated bathing of sad beauty has dried up from the white water! I would like to have fine eyes, I would like to have idle eyes; Sad powder is still fresh, but it was ruined by China's makeup! I am willing to be a seat in Dongguan, but I am weak in Sanqiu; The sad generation of Wen Yin is an emperor, and only after many years can you see it! I am willing to walk on silk, persistent enough to cope; Sadness is restrained, before the empty Committee abandons the bed! I am willing to be the shadow of the day, always following the shape and facing the west; There are many shades of sad trees, and generosity varies from time to time! May it be a candle at night, and a jade shine on two trees; Sad and sorrowful, the light of mulberries, the election destroys the scenery and hides the light! I would like to be a fan of bamboo, with a soft grip and sorrow; Worry about the white dew and the morning, the sleeves are full of Myanmar! I would like to be a tung tree in the forest and a piano on my knee; Sadness, joy and sorrow come, and finally push me to stop! The test will be the opposite of what you want, and the action will be hard. Embrace labor feelings without regrets and walk with Lin Nan step by step.
The remains of Mulan are exposed, and the pines are overcast. There are some flaws in your behavior, and you are afraid of your heart. I was lonely and didn't see it. I wanted to find it in the air.
Gather light and go back to the road, sighing at the sunset. Forget the fun step by step, and the color is miserable.
Ye Xie is angry and sad, and the sun is gone, and the moon is charming in the clouds. Birds cry alone, but occasionally wild animals don't come back.
Mourning the dusk of that year, I hate myself for being old. Thinking about dreams at night, God is restless; If you rely on the loss of the ship, you won't climb the cliff.
At that time, it was full of enthusiasm, the north wind was piercing, it was intense and sleepless, and the public was wandering. Taking pictures in the morning, the frost is in the prime stage.
If the chicken doesn't crow, it will gather its wings, and the flute will flow far away. At the beginning, it was wonderful and dense, and at the end, it was bright and hidden. The Italian lady is here, asking for a cloud to send her arm; Yun He died without words, but died after being elected.
Those who think hard and feel sorry for themselves will eventually block the mountain and stagnate the river. Facing the breeze, I am afraid of being tired, and sending weakness back to the waves.
Especially "Creeping Grass" is an opportunity to recite the remaining songs of "Calling the South". Be honest and rest on eight distant feelings.
Translation: Ah! What a peerless beauty, overwhelming all the beautiful women in the world. It is rumored that you are whiter than the crystal jade you wear, and you don't reveal lofty aspirations like the white clouds in the sky. Unfortunately, life is short, and the morning turns into dusk in a blink of an eye. I really hope to spend a hundred years with you. Don't worry, you lift the red veil, sit down and enjoy playing the piano. How beautiful the slender fingers are, the white sleeves are dancing, and the beautiful eyes are turning. Just like talking and laughing, no one can tell the tune. It's only halfway through. The sun has set at the west window, and the autumn wind is blowing the Woods and white clouds in the mountains, looking up at the path in the mountains. You bent down to play the piano again. At this time, your moving posture is so vivid and beautiful that I really want to talk to you. I really want to get to know you in person. I'm afraid of rudeness, and I dare not wait. I'm afraid of others in front of me, but I can't be quiet. My soul seems to fly to the horizon. I want to be the collar of your clothes and encircle your fragrant neck. I'm afraid the night will leave you. How long is the autumn night? I want to turn into a ribbon around your delicate waist, but I'm afraid the weather is hot and cold. You often change clothes. I want to be the hair on your temples and stick it on your ears. I'm afraid you always have to take a bath in ruthless hot water and fry me. I want to turn into the color of your eyebrows and turn with your eyes. I'm afraid you suddenly want to change your face when you make up gorgeous. I want to be a bamboo mat on your bed so that you can lie on it, but I'm afraid I'll change it into a leather mattress in winter. I have to wait for a whole year. I want to be embroidered shoes on your feet and wrap your feet, but I'm afraid you'll leave me by the bed when you rest. I want to be your shadow during the day, but I am afraid that you will go with you under the big tree. I'm sorry I can't understand you. I want to be a candle at night, the candle is gone, the sunshine is so strong, I want to be a small bamboo fan in your hand, and I am afraid of dew. Cold fans never suffer for a year. When I want to turn into a buttonwood to be your piano, I am afraid that you will push me aside if you are unhappy, but it is also difficult to think about my heart carefully. Who knows that I wandered into the southern Woods with full feelings, who can I tell, and the magnolia tree dripping with dew. Huge pine trees wander alone in the shade, and who can they meet? It's so lonely here that I can't see anything. A person fantasizes about looking for you, lifting your skirt and returning the same way. Look at the sunset and sigh. What's the fun of walking alone? At dusk, the scenery is dark, the leaves fall, the wind blows, the sun suddenly loses sight of the bright moon, birds fly away alone screaming in the clouds, beasts and other spouses don't want to leave, sighing that youth is gone and dusk is coming. What hope is there? Can I dream about you tonight? I am so at this time, the sky is full of stars outside the window, and the north wind is sad. I can't sleep with my eyes open. There are countless thoughts wandering on my chest, getting dressed and waiting for dawn. The cock crowed in the distance before spreading its wings, and the flute sounded like running water. The sound was peaceful at first. Why do you suddenly seem so sad? Dear people, where are you now? You are willing to convey my thoughts. The clouds passed silently, and soon they were carefree. Don't we feel the same way across the river and across the mountain? The breeze can't blow away the infinite thoughts, and the flowing water is endless. If we can meet suddenly and sing love poems in the Book of Songs, only sincere love and true love between heaven and earth will last forever.
It is better to express your love for your sweetheart with a long ancient prose.
Dynasty: Han dynasty
Author: Sima Xiangru
There is a beautiful woman, I will never forget her.
I want to go crazy if I can't see you for a day.
The phoenix flies high, and the four seas seek to burn.
Helpless beauty, not in the east wall.
Use the piano instead of language. Tell me about it.
When I see Xu Xi, comfort me.
Willing to match virtue with words and work together.
I can't fly, which makes me fall.
Feng Feng returned to his hometown and traveled around the world looking for his death.
I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today?
There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines.
Why do you want to be a mandarin duck? You are flying!
Burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning.
Who knows in the middle of the night?
My wings fly high and my thoughts make me sad.
translate
There is a beautiful woman. I saw her face, which was unforgettable.
I don't see her for a day, and I feel crazy.
I am like a phoenix flying high in the sky, looking for phoenixes all over the world.
Unfortunately, the beauty is not near the East Wall.
I use the sound of the piano instead of the feeling in my heart. Just describe my inner feelings.
When can I promise to get married and comfort me to wander back and forth?
I hope my virtue can match you and work together.
I don't know what to do. I can't fly with you in a good mood for a hundred years. As a result of this injury, I fell into emotional sadness and wanted to die.
Phoenix bird, phoenix bird, returned to their hometown and their whereabouts are unknown. He traveled all over the world just to find the phoenix bird in his heart.
I didn't know where I was going before I met a bird. How can I understand my feelings after I come to the door today?
There is a beautiful, elegant and quiet woman in her bedroom. Although I live near, this beautiful woman is far away from me, and the feeling of missing is tormenting my heart.
How can we get this good marriage, get married and be the loving couple? I hope I, a phoenix, can fly with you and fly in the sky.
Burning bird, burning bird, I wish you and I can live together, be inseparable, raise children and be my spouse forever.
Love is congenial, and two hearts are in harmony. Follow me in the middle of the night, who will know?
Spread your wings and fly away, thinking of you in vain makes me sad.
4. Ancient prose and wife's book reply 100 words. My husband is very encouraged. I don't know if you can read this book, but I'll tell you everything. I love you very much, and you love my concubine. When writing this book, my concubine was very sad and unable to extricate herself.
This world, Murphy Wang Tu, belongs to the Qing Dynasty. I know you are patriotic, but at present, the people have no food and clothing, and officials have officials, so you insist. I believe that Mr. Sun Yat-sen will do his best to serve the country, the people and the children. You have the heart to leave my concubine and work hard for the well-being of the world.
I am not afraid of the hardships of life. With my hands and relatives, I will be able to raise my second son by my own efforts, so that he can grow up in a safe place without being harmed by pollution.
Losing you, I can't get the word "sad", but I'm worried about everything. May you be with my heart, your soul will always be with me, and my cry will correspond to you. I miss you very much.
The expression of love in classical Chinese is seven words. My heart is happy. Does the Jade Man know? Two hearts meet and walk hand in hand;
Under the gaze of Mu Chanjuan, they fell in love;
May this beautiful day last for 10 thousand years, and you will grow old together.
My heart is happy, the jade man is on the side, and the wind and rain depend on each other. What else can I ask for in this life?
Poems about love:
1, blue sky and yellow flowers, close to the west wind, flying north and south. Who is drunk in Xiao Lai's frost forest? Always in tears.
When will the water stop and the hatred end? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
3. Wait for bloom to be alone with you.
4, lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
5, ghosts Xi Lan oars, strike the sky and trace the streamer. I'm pregnant, I hope beautiful women stay away!
6. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.