Poetry expressing the love between lovers: First, I wish that my husband will live a thousand years; second, I wish that I will always be healthy; third, I wish that I will be like the swallow on the beam, and see each other every year.
Poems that express the love between lovers include:
1. The journey is long and the soul is in pain. The dream soul cannot reach the mountain. The longing for lovesickness is heartbreaking. "One of Two Poems of Li Bai's Lovesickness"
2. Love is afraid of lovesickness. Looking forward to the long embankment, the grass is all red. It's so sad that it's moving, it's blue and falling in the yellow spring, it's hard to find two places. "High Balcony" by Zhu Yizun
3. Change my heart for yours, and we will know each other deeply and remember each other deeply. Gu Xun's "Revelation of Heartfelt Love"
4. When the ends of the earth are limited, there is only endless love. Yan Shu's "Spring in the Jade House"
5. It's useless to be longing for lovesickness, but melancholy is pure madness. Li Shangyin's "Third of the Six Untitled Poems"
6. I know that my body and my love will always be there, and I look forward to the sound of the water at the head of the river. Li Shangyin's "Wandering Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn"
7. Asking what love is in the world, it tells you about life and death. Yuan Haowen's "One of Two Songs About Touching Fish"
8. The last two echoes of the desolate farewell, the most overwhelming of which is in the moonlight. "Poppy Beauty" by Nalan Xingde
9. The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears will dry up. "Untitled" by Li Shangyin
10. Du Dao is a good match between gold and jade. I only remember the alliance between wood and stone. Facing the sky, you can see the crystal clear snow in the mountains; never forget the lonely forest in the fairyland. "Lifelong Mistake" by Cao Xueqin
11. We are married as husband and wife, and there is no doubt about their love.
"Wedding Hair as Husband and Wife" by Su Wu
12. The king is like dust on the road, and the concubine is like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet in harmony? Cao Zhi's "The Moon Ascends a High Building"