Please! Poems that can remember or express the pain of lovesickness

I haven't seen you all day, Sanqiu. The Book of Songs

I miss you like a full moon, and the brightness is decreasing every night. -Zhang Jiuling

When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia-Yan Shu.

Red bean shrubs grow in the south. In spring, they sprout many branches. People who miss them hope to collect more. Mix red bean has attracted people's attention. (Wang Wei's Acacia)

When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia-Yanzhu.

What is the ultimate homesickness when playing the piano on a moonlit night? Bo Wang

If you don't miss life, you will miss life, and life will hurt you-Xu Zaisi.

It is infatuated with love and makes people miss it everywhere-Kuang Zhouyi.

I just hope your heart is the same as mine, and you won't miss me-Li Zhihua.

Acacia * * flowers compete for hair, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? . -Li Shangyin

I want to weave acacia flowers and send them far away, but I miss each other all day long. -Li Shangyin

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -Liu Yong

Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. -Li Qingzhao

After a farewell, we missed each other for five or six years only in March and April.

The lyre has no intention of playing, eight lines can't be turned, and nine chains are never interrupted.

Ten-mile pavilion is eager to see, full of longing and longing, strange lang helpless.

A thousand words can't be finished, and you are bored.

Chongyang climbs to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round.

In July, everyone shakes his heart when he burns incense and holds a candle to ask for heaven.

Pomegranate in May is like fire, watered by cold rain. April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused with the mirror.

In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March;

Falling and falling, the kite line was broken in February.

Hey! Lang lang,

I hope you are a woman and I am a man in the next life!

-Zhuo Wenjun