Sad poem, about missing.

The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. At this point, the night is awkward. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"

There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy. -Anonymous "Feng Qiu Qin Huang Ge"

This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends. -Zheng Chouyu's Farewell

When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"

Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months. -"The Mermaid" by Nalan Xingde

How can we be heartless if we don't see each other? -Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"

The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. -Zhang Xian's "Chitose"

Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night. -Huang Jingren's Two Poems of Love.

Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life. -Li Shangyin's Untitled Six Third Songs

I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou. -Li Shangyin's Walking Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

How many lovesickness one-night stands are there? The ends of the earth are not long. -Zhang's Swallow House

The beast furnace sinks hookah, and pieces of green marsh flowers write the biography of acacia. -Zhang Kejiu's Sai Qiu Hong

After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia. -Xu Zaisi's "Gui Gui Ling"

There is no arrangement in the world for an inch of acacia. -Li Guan's "Dead Hua Lian"

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

Repeated tears seal the word, and life is only difficult to die. -Wen, "The Recent Flowers"

He is infatuated with love, and there is no place in the world where he misses it. -Kuang Zhouyi's "Reducing the Word Huanxisha"

Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky. -Ouyang Xiu's Lou Yuchun

A thousand daughters buy each other like gifts. Who can complain about this situation? -Xin Qiji's "Fishing"

Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. -Wen, "More Leaking Three Third Songs"

Who can complain about loneliness? Foreword is always faint. -Liu Yong's Happy Day and Night

Shen Yan, a fish, traveled around the world and began to believe in the separation of human beings. -Dai Shulun's acacia.

For my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply. -Gu Zhen's Confessions

Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night. -Yu's Sorrow and Hope in Jiangling

Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? . -Li Shangyin's Six Untitled Poems (No.6)

Linglong dice Ann Monkey Bean, do you know how much you miss it? -under the writing.

Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time. -Yan Shu's Lou Yuchun

People enter the river like the wind, and love enters the river and rain. -Zhou Bangyan's Lou Yuchun

Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people. -Zhang Mi "The Sender"

The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears. -Fan Zhongyan's Su Muzhe

A piece of paper and a half have no weight, and thousands of people can bear sorrow. -Sister Chen Pengjie's "Send Two Songs Outside"

Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. -Yan Shu's Lou Yuchun