1. Silent verses about true love
This is for you. It will definitely be a hit if you give it to others! ! ! ! ! ! > If a man comes to the mountains, he is led by Xue Li, who is carrying a girl; With Du Heng, the fragrance is fragrant and I leave behind my thoughts; The rest of the place is secluded and the sky is nowhere to be seen, and the road is dangerous and difficult, so I am the only one coming back; the appearance is independent on the mountain, and the clouds are beautiful and beautiful below; the sky is dim and the Qiang is dim, and the east wind is attacking The Gui reed contains two floating rains of spirits; the spirit is left to cultivate and forget to return; the old age is gone and who is the flower; the three beauties are gathered in the mountains, the rocks are covered with vines; the young master is resentful and forgets to return, you. Thinking of me, I have no time to relax; people in the mountains are fragrant, drinking from stone springs, shaded by pines and cypresses; you are thinking of me, but I am suspicious; thunder fills the rain, and the pits chirp at night; the wind rustles, the trees rustle, and I miss you. Just stay away from worries. 2. Poems about love, hate and sorrow
The west wind is still shining, and the mausoleum of the Han Dynasty (Li Bai's "Recalling Qin'e") The weak willows lift their sleeves from the wind, and the orchids spill out like wet towels.
Sitting alone is frowning (Liu Yuxi, "Recalling the South of the Yangtze River") Chu guests want to hear Yao Se's complaints, Xiaoxiang is full of moonlight in the middle of the night (Liu Yuxi, "Xiaoxiang God") Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion head. When will we come back again (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan") I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return home.
People lean against the building in the bright moon (Bai Juyi's "Long Love") It's almost dusk in the season, and I'm bored and leaning against the door alone (Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man") There are thousands of sails that pass by, and the water is long and slanting, and my heart is broken by Bai Pinzhou (Wen Tingyun) "Dream of Jiangnan") Don't return to your hometown before you are old, otherwise you will have to break your heart (Wei Zhuang, "Bodhisattva Man") I plan to marry you and live in peace for the rest of my life. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang, "Sidi Xiang") The waning moon is bright on the face, don't cry at dawn (Niu Xiji, "Sheng Chazi") There are too many words, but the love is not over.
Looking back, I still remember: Remember the green skirt, pity the fragrant grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's "Shengchazi") I made a thousand wishes before the pillow, I want to rest and wait until the green mountains are rotten (Dunhuang Ci) I want him to win a husband I came back early, but I turned around and let me go into the blue clouds (Dunhuang Ci), looking back with deep affection in secret. Two green leaves are left behind.
Riding on an elephant and crossing the water first (Li Xun's "Nanxiangzi") I often get sick and drink in front of flowers every day, and I don't hesitate to see my beautiful face thin in the mirror (Feng Yansi's "Magpies Stepping on the Branch") How many tears can't limit hatred , leaning against the Langqian (Li Jing's "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi") If you keep cutting, the principles will remain chaotic, which is the sorrow of separation. There is no ordinary feeling in my heart (Li Yu's "The Cry of the Black Night") Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward (Li Yu's "The Poppy") Don't lean on the railing alone, there are infinite rivers and mountains, it is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see when you are gone.
When the flowers fall on the flowing water and the spring is gone, the world is in heaven and on earth (Li Yu's "Lang Tao Sha") It is difficult for a slave to come out, but I teach you to be merciful. (Li Yu's "Bodhisattva Man") After the lonely people in the other lanes dispersed, I looked down on Can Tobacco.
The incense of the stove floats like a phoenix. Holding Luo Dai empty, looking back and hating Yiyi.
(Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy") Change my heart for yours, and we will realize that we remember each other deeply (Gu Kui's "Revelation of Heartfelt Love") When will the green poplar grass stop? The tears in my eyes and the sadness in my heart have already broken (Qian Wei's "Spring in the Jade House") In the past, I was sick and tired of the fragrant bottle, but today I am afraid that the fragrant bottle will be shallow (Qian Wei's "Spring in the Jade House") I lean alone high in the Mingyue Tower, and the wine fills my heart with sorrow, turning into lovesickness. Tears (Fan Zhongyan's "Sumuzhe") Every year and tonight, the moon is as bright as the moon, and the person is thousands of miles long (Fan Zhongyan's "Yujie Xing") The heart is broken and there is no reason to get drunk. Before the wine arrives, tears first come.
The lamp is turned off and the pillow is turned off, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone. Everyone came to this matter, with their eyebrows in their hearts, and they couldn't avoid each other (Fan Zhongyan's "Royal Street Journey") When will Chun Chun be back? Facing the evening mirror, the scenery is hurt, and the past is empty in the later period (Zhang Xian's "Tian Xianzi"). The flowers have fallen helplessly, and the familiar swallows have returned, and the fragrant path of the small garden is wandering alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand") The bright moon does not know the pain of separation, and the slanting light comes Dawn passes through Zhuhu (Yan Shu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") I want to send colorful notes and rulers. The mountains are long and the rivers are vast, and I know where to go (Yan Shu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") When growing up, I hate pleasure and have few pleasures, but I am willing to love a thousand pieces of gold and smile lightly.
I hold wine for you to welcome the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers. (Song Qi's "Spring in the Jade House") It was raining and windy at the end of March.
The door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. Tearful eyes ask the flowers, and the flowers are silent, and the wild reds fly across the swing (Ouyang Xiu, "Butterflies in Love with Flowers") The sorrow of separation gradually becomes endless, and the distance is endless like spring water (Ouyang Xiu, "Traveling on the Shasha") Every inch of the soft intestine is filled with pink tears (Ouyang Xiu, "Traveling on the Shasha") 》) The music and songs disperse among the tourists, only to feel the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu, "Picking Mulberries") If gathering and separation are in a hurry, this hatred is endless.
This year’s flowers are more red than last year’s, but it’s a pity that next year’s flowers will be even better. I don’t know who knows the same. (Ouyang Xiu's "Lang Tao Sha") I just started to send spring back, and then I sent you back.
If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch the spring, be sure to stay there in the spring (Wang Guan's "Businessman") The falling flower is independent, and the flying swallows fly together (Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal") There are only a few Yinggang steel left tonight, I'm afraid Meeting each other is like a dream (Yan Jidao, "Partridge Sky"). It's too late to go to sleep, and it's unforgettable, even if it's ruthless, it's heartbreaking (Yan Jidao, "Nanxiangzi"). The temples are pitifully green, just because of the old lovesickness (Yan Jidao, "Sheng Chazi") ) Reluctant to paint a small household, the spring breeze is free and the poplar flowers bloom freely (Wang Anguo's "Qing Ping Le") Ten years of life and death are blurred, without thinking, one cannot forget it (Su Shi's "Jiang Cheng Zi") Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
Looking at each other without words, there are only thousands of tears (Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi"). Looking closely, they are not poplar flowers, but the tears of people leaving (Su Shi's "Water Dragon Song"). Picking up all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold (Su Shi's "Bu Shuanzi") 》) There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world (Su Shi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") The laughter gradually becomes quieter and quieter, but the passion is ruthlessly annoyed (Su Shi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") Everything in life becomes empty with a snap of the finger, and it is broken. The soul is melancholy and nowhere to be found (Lee Zhiyi's "Traveling on the Sand"). When thinking about it, only dreams come and go, let alone being afraid of the river (Huang Tingjian's "Wang Jiangdong"). The most important thing is that the sound of love is heard forever, and the shadows of flowers are secretly moved (Chao Yuanli's "The Mallard") 》) The man is strong, green and pure, with a long-term wish to be with you (Chao Yuanli, "The Mallard") I sigh at the good dreams, but there is no evidence for them one by one, and I sit with my eyes covered with golden flowers in despair (Chao Yuanli, "Yulin Bell") I am tired of saying goodbye, The skin should be fragrant, and the skin should be thinner and thinner (Chao Yuanli's "Yulin Ling") The plum blossoms are sparse, the ice is melting, and the east wind secretly changes the years (Qin Guan's "Looking at the Sea Tide") If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they be in court? Morning, dusk and dusk (Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal") Shaohua is not reserved for young people, hate is long, when will it rest (Qin Guan's "Jiang Chengzi") Even the spring river is filled with tears, endless flow, and many sorrows (Qin Guan's "Jiang Chengzi") ) When will we see you again? There are traces of crying in the sky above the sleeves (Qin Guan's "Man Ting Fang") There is an old hatred on the cardamom tips, and ten years of dreams can only be frightened (Qin Guan's "Man Ting Fang") Helpless clouds fall and the rain disperses.
By the lantern, the east wind has teary eyes (Wang Shen's "Remembering Old Friends") It only takes a few evenings to ruin a life of haggard (Zhao Lingzhi's "Qing Ping Le") How many leisure and sorrows are there? A river of tobacco fills the city, and the plum blossoms are yellow and rainy ("The Sapphire Case" by He Zhu). The original grass is showing its first dew, and the old buildings and new ridges are leaning against each other. Lying on an empty bed listening to the rain outside the south window, who will turn on the lamp to mend clothes at night (He Zhu's "Partridge Sky") Where nostalgia is, the orchid boat urges you to leave.
, It should be a false display of good morning scenery. Even if I have a thousand feelings, who can I tell you (Liu Yong, "Yulin Ling"). After a song of Yangguan, the sound of heartbreak is gone, I am leaning on the railing alone (Liu Yong, "Youth Travel"). Did you know it before?
I regret that I didn’t lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong’s "Ding Fengbo"). In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, I can’t say who would lean on the railing. (Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") The clothes and belts are getting wider and wider, but they are not destroyed in the end, and people are haggard because of the beauty.
(Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") The fragrance is not in the stamens, the fragrance is not in the calyx, the fragrance is deep in the bones (Chao Buzhi's "Yan Jiao'er") The golden thread of spring comes. 3. Poems expressing sadness
1. With tears in my eyes, I asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.
2. The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
3. The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
4. There is no way to be ecstatic. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
5. Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
6. As your clothes get wider, you will never regret it. It makes people feel haggard because of Yixiao.
7. Searching and searching, deserted and miserable.
8. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. The thought went away, thousands of miles away, and the dusk mist fell deep in the sky.
9. Lonely in the boudoir, there are thousands of sorrows in the soft intestine. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?
10. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
11. Cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow more. Raise a cup to relieve sorrow and make it more sorrowful.
12. I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
13. How can three glasses and two glasses of light wine defeat him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
14. The white hair is three thousand feet, and the fate is as long as the worry.
15. If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
16. If you are a master, you will be truly famous in the world. Who can be compared to others in a thousand years?
17. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
18. Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard.
19. I compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminated the canal.
20. The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness?
21. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, in a dimly lit place.
22. Young people don’t know what it’s like to be sad, so they forcefully talk about it in order to write new words.
23. Drinking wine turns into tears of lovesickness.
24. Thousands of sails crossing the border are not the same, but the slanting light and the flowing water are long.
25. The spring breeze makes horses hoofy, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
26. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
27. The autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad!
28. In the blink of an eye, the smoke and clouds dispersed with the wind, transforming into lonely pine trees on the golden roof. Divide, unite and unite love in the world, originate and destroy everything. All thoughts are gone, and I am becoming haggard. I only envy the monks and monks outside the world. I, the Buddha, am merciful and save suffering people, and I am willing to escape all sentient beings through the empty door. 4. Poems about lover's resentment
The moonlight is clear, and I feel sad for a long time.
The cold moonlight cannot wash away sorrow, the heart is desolate, and the night is still young. I walk alone, worried like a wolf, thinking about it now, painting the west window of the building, hoping to chase the shadow of the moon and accompany you forever.
Once upon a time, it was difficult for the sea to be eliminated by water. Wushan was not a cloud. I looked back lazily in the bushes, half-married to Taoism, half-married to the king. After washing myself, I relied on Wangjiang Tower alone. All the thousands of sails that have passed are not the same, the afterglow is long and the water is long, the heart is broken, the lovesickness of Bai Pingzhou is day and night, the vastness is like flowing waves.
I am afraid of lovesickness, but I already miss lovesickness. When it is my turn to miss lovesickness, I have no words to say, and there is a hint of love between my eyebrows. The clear wind and rain are mourning the distant night, and the passers-by are fighting against the wind and sand. The princess plays the pipa with deep resentment and hears the neighbor's wife crying all night long, which makes me feel sad.
I asked why, but the soldiers did not return from the battle. How deep is the resentment of a beauty? She relies on the Golden Pavilion with affection.
No more words, red tears fell in both directions. Longshou complained about the Western Expedition, while Lingnan geese looked northward.
Pedestrians and flowing water are heading toward the center of Fujian. Tears dried up, my face turned red, my heart turned white and I bowed my head.
From then on, I knew my resentment, and I never believed in my sorrow. I regret my original wish to be alone.
After years of price, 20% of the resentment. If you cross the water and Wushan Mountain, you can play like a barrier.
Nai looked up alone and carelessly. Watch the fireworks and listen to the string instruments.
Pictures of laughter and heartbreak. I show off my paintings during the update, and force myself to read letters frequently.
They compete with each other and meet each other closely. Several golden chrysanthemums and hibiscus.
Lingluo is heartbroken. I don’t know how much resentment and tears weep in the east wind.
After the people dispersed, the moon was bright. The night is cold.
Xie Niang lies down in sorrow, Pan Ling sleeps leisurely, how can the past be so poor. When the broom is opened, the golden palace is opened, and the fan is lingering for a while.
The jade face is not as bright as the color of a jackdaw, but still carries the shadow of the sun. Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch it alone in my boudoir.
I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an. Silently, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard.
Constant cutting and confusion are the sorrow of divorce, not the ordinary feeling in the heart. The flowers in the forest have faded their spring reds, it’s too hasty, and the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.
When will the tears of rouge and drunkenness last? Naturally, life grows and hates water forever! When are spring flowers and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back at the bright moon. The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed.
How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. How much hatred was in my dream last night.
It still feels like the old days of swimming in Shangyuan, with cars flowing like water and horses like dragons, and the moon full of flowers and the spring breeze. How many tears, the broken face regained its expression.
Don’t talk about your worries with tears. The wind and the wind will not blow when you cry, and your heart will be broken. How can we avoid sorrow and hatred in life, and how can we limit our ecstasy and loneliness.
The dream of returning to the motherland brings tears to my eyes. Who can go up to the tall building? I will always remember the autumn scenery. The past has become empty and is still like a dream.
The past can only be sad, but it is difficult to look back at the scene. In the autumn wind, the moss invades the steps in the courtyard, and the row of bead curtains is not rolled up. Who will come all day long? The beauty rolled up the bead curtain and sat deeply with her eyebrows furrowed.
But when I see wet tears, I don’t know who I hate. Where did the two carps come from, how could they not find the book in their belly? The apricot blossoms are melancholy in the spring rain, and I look forward to the end of February in the south of the Yangtze River.
Eternal Xiangjiang Bamboo. What's the point of complaining? Bamboo shoots grow every year.
There are just a lot of tears! The cold lights are dimmed and brightened again, and the distant village watch is interrupted for the first time through the window. If the jade tower can take pity on me, the golden house can still call you.
But if Luan Jiaoqi is reincarnated, there is no need to resent him for three lifetimes. I chanted notes to check and burn them to death, but I did not leave my name to the world.
When a lonely man is drunk and has not yet tuned his harp, who is asking for good music from the phoenix? The makeup pavilion has dragged its green mirror shadow, and the night stand should embrace the old man and sing. The thin edge is like the moon but still missing together, and the old dreams are like clouds and cannot be found.
Looking back at the setting sun in the pine house, the sky is filled with greenery and the shadow of thousands of peaks. Sleeping in spring, just getting up.
Self-pocketing shoes, standing near the east wind. The embroidered curtain is trying to hook people, but they don't come and linger.
Are the crabapples in bloom or not? I didn't expect Xiaohan to be so severe. Smoke and rain freeze.
You must have a dream of spring. It's very prosperous, so it's a little late.
If you lose to him, Bitao will be easy to spend. The curved railings are low and the courtyard is locked, so people are tired of combing their clothes late at night.
The sea of ??hatred is vast, and I feel that I have fallen. It was so troublesome to clear the lights, but dusk came and another shadow was added.
The worst. Even though I mean to pity you, you still don't understand how to pity me.
Why is there a book window, sitting and walking with me? Calculating to drive away and deal with difficulties, avoiding the current is easy, covering up with ropes, pushing down with embroidered curtains.
After the illness started in the new autumn, I was too lazy to embroider in the quiet window. After unwrapping the dowry and unwrapping the medicine, I just sorted out the bookmarks.
The skinny bones are cold first, and the clothes are gradually added in the evening. The waiter really understood the matter and went deep into the north curtain.
Make-up makes you regret too much, but your good dreams turn into sorrow; they are not as good as Yang Huayi. Spring is flying everywhere.
Autumn in the South is deep and there is nothing to be done about it. I hold a few red beans in my hand and rub them. Tiredness is a heartless thing, who gives him leisure and sorrow?
Two poems by Dian Cun Lip 1. A branch of spring resentment welcomes spring and sends away thousands of miles of cold winter clouds. With a loyal heart, for whom do you pursue so hard? Ask the man: Who is the man in the dream? Light up your rosy lips, droop your temples, and wear my green skirt.
2. Every word in the Western Window Candle Cutting Picture is sad, and there are traces of tears everywhere in the writing. Every sentence is ecstatic, and the face is full of sorrow.
Before I could finish a word, there was a strong west wind outside the window. Is it tolerable, which one is intolerable? Sigh that the world of mortals is rolling in.
4. In the picture of a lady, tears are rolling down the world of mortals, sighing that time is hard to track down. If you don’t see your husband, who will you rely on at home? Three hundred and sixty days a year, I hate my heart and my sweetheart.
Wearing my green skirt tonight. Speak out jade sounds and open your red lips.
Dancing with the wind, accompanied by the Yao Qin. Have you ever heard the voice of a person wandering in a foreign land? May 4th, Su Muzhe? Do you know how many worries, sorrows, and tears flowed only to my heart, and I stayed awake all night? I'll ask for it again tomorrow morning and take you to the village.
I once asked, what do you want? With serious words and sincere heart, I advise you not to travel far away. At night, I went up to the highest building alone, surrounded by the cold wind, waiting alone.
Forty-six, the sapphire case? Yin Zhaosen came to see each other under the bright moon from thousands of miles away, but it affected his heart by mistake. Don't hold your white hair in front of the mirror, your thoughts are like the sea, surging.
The weather is calm. Ups and downs in the same dream, who is responsible for life and death? The ruthless years are the most ruthless: a long night, sitting alone, sighing until dawn.
Forty-seven, walking on the sand? The picture of a lady with hairpins sends away loneliness and welcomes prosperity. For whom do you compete for beauty and for whom do you become popular? Duoduo is full of tears of lovesickness, Duoduo accompanies me to drift away.
Bid farewell to the cold night and welcome the dawn. The fragrance of flowers fills the city.
Every strand is love, and every branch and leaf is full of love. 5. Poems about love
1 I wish to be a winged bird in the sky and a twig on the ground
As time goes by, this hatred will last forever
2 Since This is the life that grows and hates the water.
3. Looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
4. Life is full of love and infatuation. This hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon
5 Hatred is not as good as the tide and faith. I realize that the sea is not deep until I miss you
6 I miss you for a long time and remember each other
7 Fallen leaves gather and disperse again
What do you know when you miss each other? day? It’s embarrassing at this time and night
8 I don’t know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze
9 I know that my love will always be there, and I look forward to the sound of the river at the head of the river
< p> 10 How much lovesickness can last for a one-night stand? The ends of the earth are not long11 Remembering your heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest
12 Being ruthless is not as painful as being passionate
13 Tears ask the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers fly across the swing
14 Seeing each other is like fighting but not seeing each other, how can love seem to be heartless
15 Love is without words. Don’t waste tears on flowers and paper
16 Can you bear to pay thousands of dollars for a smile? After all, lovesickness is not as good as meeting each other
17 Don’t be infatuated with love in this life, there is no place in the world for lovesickness
19 What’s wrong with being intoxicated for you? I'm afraid it will break my heart when I wake up!
You will never grow old in 20 days, love will never die. The heart is like a double mesh, with thousands of knots in it
21 Passionate but always ruthless, I can't laugh in front of the bottle; I still say goodbye to the candle with tears, I will weep for you until dawn
22 The wind blows and the clouds move, but the stars don’t move, and the current and the boat move along the shore.
23 Once the wind and rain fall on the water, I hope you will find it and take pity on it.
24 It’s useless to miss lovesickness, but melancholy is pure madness.
25 It used to be difficult to make water, but Wushan is not a cloud.