Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
2. "Reducing the word Huanxisha"-Kuang Zhouyi in Qing Dynasty
Cherish the residual red tears full of skirts, never infatuated, everywhere acacia.
If the flowers bloom again, the clouds will stay sad for a while, but they will only become sad if they are not entertained.
3. "Dead Hua Lian"-Li Guan in the Northern Song Dynasty
Take a walk in the pavilion at night.
Just after Qingming Festival, I gradually feel the pain in the Spring Festival Evening.
Count the rain and wind. Hazy moonlight clouds come and go.
Peach and apricot have a faint fragrance.
Who is on the swing, laughing and whispering.
An inch of acacia, despair. There is no place in the world.
4. The color of Jade Tower in Spring-Ouyang Xiu in Northern Song Dynasty
Dongcheng gradually feels that the scenery is good. Welcome guests with wrinkled ripples. Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.
Floating long hates pleasure. Be willing to love your daughter and smile. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night.
5. Jinse-Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
2. What are the reasons for frustrated poetry in love?
The fourth of five songs in Thinking.
Once the ocean is short of water,
Amber forever.
Nalanxingde corn poppy
Sorrow and parting should be the same,
The most is endless resentment.
Sushi jiangchengzi
Ten years of life and death,
Never think, never forget,
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Li Guan di Hua Lian
An inch of acacia,
There is no place on earth that is arranged.
Wen Shi ting die Lian Hua
Overlapping tears and sealed tapestries,
Only love will not die in life.
Ouyang xiu Lou Yuchun
Life is born with infatuation,
This hatred has nothing to do with romance.
Liuyonglin Yuling
Over the years,
It should be a good time and a good scene.
There are thousands of customs,
Talk to who?
Wen tingjun
To make matters worse, there are three buttonwood trees.
It rains in the middle of the night, and it feels so bitter to never leave. A leaf,
With a sound, the empty steps drop to light.
Nie Shengqiong partridge day looking for a good dream, this dream is difficult to achieve.
Who knows my mood at this time?
Tears before pillow, rain before curtain,
Through the window until dawn.
3. What are the reasons for frustrated poetry in love? There are five poems, and the fourth is once the sea is difficult for water, and amber is forever.
The desolation and parting of Nalanxingde corn poppy should be the same, and the most difficult thing is to clear up grievances in the bright moon and bright future. Su Shi Jiangchengzi was born and died for ten years, but he never thought about it, but he was unforgettable, and he had nowhere to talk.
Li Guan fell in love with an inch of acacia, and there was no arrangement in the world. Wen's recent love affair is full of tears, and life is inseparable.
Ouyang Xiuyulouchun was naturally infatuated all his life, and this hatred has nothing to do with romantic affairs. It's been a long time since Liu Yong's Rain Forest Bells, and it should be a good time to exist in name only.
Customs are strange, who to talk to. Wenlian was short of three third buttonwood trees, and it rained in the middle of the night, so it was hard to leave.
A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. Nie Shengqiong partridge day looking for a good dream, this dream is difficult to achieve.
Who knows my mood at this time? Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain drop through a window.
4. Looking for frustrated cicadas on the emotional road
The pure heart is hungry because of this, and you sing in vain all night.
Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! .
Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds.
I thank you for your sincere advice and live a pure life like you.
Living on high branches, it is difficult to eat;
Although your complaining and moaning are futile, your strength is wasted.
After the even, the sparse voice was almost cut off.
The tree is still green, but there is no sympathy.
My official position is as humble as a peach stalk,
This home has been abandoned for a long time, and weeds have buried the feet and calves.
Thank you for calling. I have to warn myself,
I have the same family integrity as you.
It was originally a poem used by ancient officialdom, but it can be used when love is frustrated and you want to leave.