The 22 poems about "love" are as follows:
Long March
My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood. We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy. When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh. I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls. But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love. Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower. When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water. Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky. I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves. Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden. Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade. Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! . I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng. I remember in my boudoir, I don't know the smoke. Marry a long-term cadre, and the sand will wait for the wind. The south wind starts in May, and I want you to go to Baling. The west wind rises in August, and I want you to carry it forward. How about being sad? You see less and leave more.
When I arrived in Xiangtan a few days ago, my dream became more and more turbulent. Last night, the wind was so strong that it broke the trees on the river. Simon Simon is dark, where there are pedestrians. Good riding clouds, Li Zhu Landong. Yuanyang Qingpu, Yujinping. Self-pity for more than fifteen, the color is peach blossom red. As a businesswoman, she is worried about water and wind.
Thoughts of spring
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green. When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. Spring breeze, you and I don't know each other. Why do I feel sad when it blows to Luo Zhang?
The thirteenth autumn pu
The water is clear and plain, and the egrets fly to the moon. Lang listened to the girl picking ling and returned with a nocturne.
Qiufengqing
The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright. When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises. Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.
complain
The beauty has been waiting for the bead curtain and has been sitting with tight eyebrows. I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself.
Sit at night
The winter nights are cold and the nights are long. I sat in the North Hall for a long time. Ice and Jingquan enter the boudoir on the moon, and the golden urn glows sadly. When the golden urn goes out, the crying turns more. Cover my tears and listen to your songs. The song has sound, and my concubine has feelings. Love is in harmony with sound, not against it. I didn't understand a word. I flew from Junwanqu to Liang Chen Fei.
Four Seasons Ballad: Autumn.
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
Four Seasons Folk Songs: Winter.
Tomorrow morning, the courier on horseback will leave, and the women are rushing to make cotton-padded clothes for the expedition husband. Thin hands are cold, not to mention the cold scissors for cutting clothes. My wife will send clothes far away. How many times can we reach the border of Lintao County?
Lotus picking song
A woman who picks lotus flowers by the stream will laugh at the lotus flowers. Rizhao's new makeup is bright under the water and fragrant in the wind. Who swims on the shore, 3355 reflects weeping willows. Zi Juan hissed into the fallen flower and saw the emptiness and heartbroken.
Long-term separation
Don't go home for a few months, see cherry blossoms at the jade window. There is a brocade book that makes people dumbfounded. At this point, my heart is broken, my heart is broken. Clouds and smoke are tied to the temples, and sorrow is like running back to snow. Last year I sent books to the balcony, and this year I sent books again. The east wind blows clouds for me.
Take the west. Come but not come, the fallen flowers are silent and covered with moss.
Clear tone
Famous flowers fall in love and laugh like kings. Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion is northward.
Shuang Yan Li
The freedom of fly with me in heaven is envied by the sky. They always build love nests in pairs in Yulou Bamboo Pavilion and play with each other in golden window embroidery. The terrace caught fire and burned their nest, so they had to build a nest in Wu's palace. Wu Gong was burned again, and this time it was even worse, burning an empty nest. Only the emaciated widow swallowed it by herself, and the female Yan was thin with infinite love for the male Yan. The days of Fly with Me are gone forever, which really makes people want to break.
Folding willow
The weeping willows brush the green water, shaking the east wind year. Flowers and jade shut off the snow, leaves warm the golden window smoke. The beauty thought for a long time and felt very sad. Climb the fence to fold the spring scenery and send it to Long Ting.
Farewell to Taoist Chu Sanqing's visit to Nanyue.
A female Taoist in Wujiang wears a lotus towel. The clothes are not wet or rainy, and the balcony clouds are special. The first step is a long journey, and Ling Bo is dusty. When you go to Nanyue to ask for immortality, you should go to see Mrs. Wei.
Pomegranate ode of neighbor's daughter in the east window
Under the east window of Lu Nv, the sea willow world is rare. Coral reflects green water, which is not enough to compare with Guanghua. Incense rises with the wind, and good birds return at dusk. I would like to raise my skirt low for the southeast branch. There is no * * * to climb and fold, leading the Golden Gate.
Seeing prostitutes in Nanting, Handan
Singing drums and swallowing Zhao's son, playing silk. Pink is bright and colorful, and the dance sleeves are brushed. For the beauty of wine, please sing Handan Ci. Why Zheng Qing lingered and Lv Yun was hanged? Ping Yuanjun is peaceful, and an ancient pool was born in Kodou. There are 3000 guests and we know who they are today. We have no fun, but we are sad for future generations.
Prostitute Jin Lingzi introduced Liu Liuer.
Southern Xinfeng wine. Dongshan prostitute Song and Jun Jun broke up in discord. What's on Flower Moon's mind?
Thinking edge
When did you say goodbye to your concubine last year? Butterflies are flying on the green grass in the South Garden. When I think of you this year, the snow in Xishan is dark and clear. Jade Pass has reached this 3,000-mile-long place. To send books, you can smell them.
Give Duan qiniang
Ling Bo was born clean and can visit relatives. Why not quit drinking and killing people with red makeup?
Don't go in and collect three songs.
Wang Ming did not return after three expeditions, and the Ming Dynasty left Wuguan. You can't see the White Jade Pagoda, but you must go to Wang Fu to see Acacia.
When I went out, my wife grabbed my clothes and asked me how long it would take to go back to the west. If you wear a golden seal when you return, don't learn from Su Qin.
Jade builds a golden ladder, and no one leaves the door alone to cry. Sitting in the cold light at night, even crying her eyes out in the Central Kansai region in the morning and evening.
Two cups of sauvignon blanc.
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an. Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror. High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon. Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds. There is a clear sky in the world. Below, I see the green and agitation of water. Heaven and earth are far away, can I dream over the portal and over the mountains? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night. I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu. This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan. I miss you in a distant place, outside the blue sky. It used to be an eye, but now it's a fountain of tears. If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!