1. What are the poems with the word "mo"
1. "Dan Ge Xing" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Cao sang to wine, what a life! Like morning dew, it will be more painful every day when it goes away.
Generosity should be treated with generosity, and worries will be unforgettable. How to relieve worries? Only Du Kang.
Green Zi Jin, my heart is leisurely. But for your sake, I still ponder it.
The deer roars, eating apples in the wild. I have guests, harp blowing Sheng.
It’s as bright as the moon, when can you shake it off? Worry comes from it and cannot be cut off. The more unfamiliar you are, the more you cross the border, the more useless you are.
Let's talk about it, thinking about old kindness. The moon and stars are few and far between, and magpies are flying south.
Walking around the tree three times, where is the branch to lean on? The mountains never get too high and the sea never gets too deep. The Duke of Zhou vomits food, and the world returns to its heart.
Translation: Sing loudly in front of the wine, life is short and the days and months fly by. Just like the morning dew, it is fleeting and there are too many lost days! The singing at the banquet was passionate and generous, and melancholy filled my heart for a long time.
What can you rely on to relieve depression? Only binge drinking can provide relief. Students wearing blue collars, you make me yearn for you day and night.
It’s just because of you that I still recite it in pain. Under the sunshine, the deer chirped happily and ate leisurely on the green slope.
Once talented people from all over the world come to my house, I will play the harp and sheng to entertain the guests. When will I be able to pick up the bright moon hanging in the sky? The sorrow and anger I have stored in my heart suddenly spurt out and form a river.
Guests from far away came to visit me one by one along the field roads. Reunited after a long absence, we had a feast and talked freely, vying to tell the story of past friendships.
The moonlight was bright and the stars were sparse, and a group of nesting magpies flew south. They flew around the tree for three weeks without folding their wings. Where can they find shelter? The mountains are majestic only if they do not abandon the earth and rocks, and the sea is majestic only if it does not abandon the trickling water.
I would like to be as courteous and courteous as the Duke of Zhou, and I hope that all the heroes in the world will sincerely submit to me. 2. "Yong Yu Le·Nostalgia for the Past in Guting, Bei Jingkou" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji Throughout the ages, heroes have never found Sun Zhongmou.
On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind and rain always blow away the wind. The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived.
I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger. Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won a hurried visit to the north.
Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum.
Who can ask: Lian Po is old, can he still make a living? Translation: Through the ages, it will be difficult to find a hero like Sun Quan. The dance pavilions and singing stages of the past are still there, but the heroes have long since disappeared with the passage of time.
The setting sun shines on the ordinary alleyway covered with grass and trees. People say that this is where Liu Yu once lived. Looking back, he was so powerful when he led the Northern Expedition and regained the lost territory.
However, Liu Yu's son Liu Yilong was so happy about his success that he rushed to the Northern Expedition. Instead, Tuoba Tao, Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty, took the opportunity to send his troops south. His troops arrived on the north bank of the Yangtze River and returned, but were severely damaged by their opponents. It has been forty-three years since I returned to the South. Looking at the Central Plains, I still remember the scenes of raging war on the Yangzhou Road.
How can we look back, when there were people worshiping Tuoba Tao outside his palace, crows pecking at the sacrifices, people were celebrating social days, and they only worshiped him as a god. Who would ask, Lian Po is old, does he have a good appetite? 3. "Santai·Qingming Yingzhi" Song Dynasty: Wan Qi Yong: See the pear blossoms with the night moon at the beginning, and the begonias half with the morning rain. In the spring of the inner garden, you can't help but pass through Qingmen, and the Yugou rises and dives into Nanpu.
The east wind is calm, and the thin willows are hanging with golden threads. Looking at Fengque, there is neither smoke nor fog.
In good times, the government and the public are rejoicing, with flutes and drums all over Jiumo and Taiping. The orioles chirped intermittently, and the swallows flew here and there.
Near the green water, the pavilion reflects the swing, there are grass fights and pairs of swimming girls. The fragrance is more fragrant and the wine is cold for an outing.
Know secretly and live in a young and beautiful family. Towards the end of the night, there is a horse with a carved saddle, a drunken lapel and a mess of flowers and catkins.
It is slightly cold and slightly warm, and it is half cloudy and half clear at dusk. It's a fire-forbidden day, it's time to try out new makeup, and you're at your prime.
Watch the Qingming Festival and pass the wax torch in the Han Palace. Green smoke scatters and flies into Huai Mansion.
The soldiers and guards were gathered, the doors were opened, the propaganda was spread, and the business was closed. Translation: See the pear blossoms with the night moon at the beginning, and the begonias half with the morning rain.
The spring light of the Royal Palace could not be blocked and extended to the distant city gate. The imperial ditch was filled with new water and flowed secretly to Nanpu. The east wind is calm and quiet, and the thin willows are draped with golden threads.
Looking at the magnificent palace towering into the clouds, it is not a smoky fairyland. During the Qingping era, the court and the people were so happy, and the roads in the imperial city were filled with the sound of flutes and drums.
The orioles sing intermittently, and the little swallows fly around. Approaching the green water, the terraces and pavilions on the shore are reflected in the green water, and the shadows of the swings are rippling with the water waves.
People gather to play grass-fighting games, pairs of wandering girls are filled with the aroma of selling sugar, and the outing road is full of people bringing wine and picnics. You may be lucky enough to meet that person's face with peach blossoms. The wealthy family. Gathering together in the evening, the young man was riding a horse with a carved saddle. He was so drunk that his clothes were stained with red patches and flecks of catkins.
It is the long day with mild cold and pleasant warmth, and the dusk with half cloudy and half clear sky. In this fire ban season, young people have tried on new makeup. They are in their prime, and they are at their best.
During the Qingming Festival, the Han Palace transmits wax turbidity.
Wisps of green smoke flew into the noble man's house where a locust tree was planted in front of the door. All the soldiers and guards were removed, the palace opened its doors, no more edicts were heard, and all official duties were suspended.
4. "Lang Tao Sha·Wish the Wine to the East Wind" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu toasted the wine to the East Wind, and the sex was calm. Weeping poplars and purple moss hang to the east of Luocheng.
We always join hands and travel around the world. Gathering and separation are painful and hurried, and this hatred is endless.
This year’s flowers are more red than last year’s. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Who knows? Translation: Pick up the wine glass and pray to the east. Please stay a little longer and don’t rush away.
The country trail with weeping willows in the east of Luoyang City is where we traveled together last year. We visited the colorful flowers. The reunions and separations are so hasty, but the regrets in my heart are endless.
This year’s bonus is better than last year’s, and next year’s flowers will be even more beautiful. Unfortunately, I don’t know who I will be with then? 5. "Miscellaneous Poems" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming Life has no roots, floating like dust on the road. Scattered and turned around by the wind, this is no longer the case.
We are brothers, why should we be close by flesh and blood! Have fun and have fun, fight and drink with your neighbors. The prime years will never come again, and the morning will never come again.
Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one. Translation: Life has no roots in the world, drifting like dust on the road.
Life changes with the wind. This body has gone through many hardships and is no longer what it used to be. Everyone in the world should be regarded as brothers. Why should biological brothers be able to have a blind date? When you encounter something pleasant, you should have fun, and if you have wine, invite your neighbors to drink.
Once youth has passed, it is impossible to come back, and you will never see the second sunrise in a day. You should encourage yourself when you are young and strong. Time passes by and does not wait for others. 2. Poems or beautiful sentences with the word "mo"
Sending Master Tian Sanduan back to Ezhou
I love Cangzhou all the way, and I persuade the pear blossoms to grow old after drinking. Nanmo sent him back to the car and rode together,
Dongcheng complained about the farewell orchestra and sorrow. The people in the green oil curtain are like jade, and the moon is hooked in the middle of the Yellow Crane Tower.
When you go to ask for help from Duke Yu, you are thinking about the great river flowing thousands of miles away.
I have many similar poems in my life, and I am not allowed to accompany you to serve the emperor.
It is better to use gold dysprosium to catch the swan first, and lead sword to learn to carve the worm first.
"Reward Li Jingzhang's Ancestors"
Orioles sing and willows line the Guan Road, and swallows catch flying flowers and circle the Han Palace.
Jiu Mo Fangfei bids for the prize, but at this time, the heart is in separation.
I have many similar poems in my life, and I cannot accompany you to serve the emperor.
It is better to use gold dysprosium to catch the swan first, and lead sword to learn to carve the worm first.
The orioles sing and the willows line the Guan Road, and the swallows catch the flying flowers and circle the Han Palace.
Jiu Mo Fangfei bids for the prize, but at this time, the heart is in separation.
"Six Chou·After the Rose Fades" I am tasting wine in my single clothes, but I am disappointed that my time has been wasted in the guest room. May spring stay for a while, and return like a passing wing, leaving no trace. Why are the flowers there? The wind and rain came at night, and the palace of Chu was buried in ruins. Where the hairpin fell, it left behind a fragrant scent. Dot the peach leaves randomly, turn over the willow road lightly, who are you cherishing passionately? But the peak matchmaker, the butterfly messenger, knocks on the window from time to time. The East Garden is silent and gradually becomes dark and green. Quietly walking around the bottom of the treasure bush, sighing. Because it is long, it offends travelers. It's like holding the clothes and waiting for words, but there is no limit to the other's feelings. The disabled young man wears a hairpin and a turban; but in the end, he looks like a hairpin with a trembling head, leaning towards others. Don't take advantage of the tide when drifting. I'm afraid Duanhong still has the word "Lovesickness", how can I see it?
---------Su Shi Jiumo is in a miserable wind and teeth, and the silver cups are carried by horses and carriages.
I also know that if I don’t make a solid jade, I can’t help but bloom flowers in an instant.
Wine makes you happy and sad. Whose house will you sleep with behind closed doors?
You must love the warm sun in front of the stage, but the cold fish under the ice are gradually forkable.
Qing Ping Le
I am worried about the south road in spring, separated by music and books from my hometown.
The drizzle is falling, the pear blossoms are white, and the swallows are brushing the curtains.
Looking at each other all day long, the clothes are stained with tears.
Who plays the flute to the bridge and stands looking westward in ecstasy.
A Song to Send Shen Ya - Li He
The talented people in Wuxing resented the spring breeze, and the peach blossoms filled the streets with thousands of miles of red. Purple Silk Bamboo Broken Cong Ma Xiao lives in the east of Qiantang and Fudong. The white vines intertwine the woven books and scrolls, and the short strategies are cut together like Buddhist folders. Xiongguang Bao Mine offers Chun Qing, and a sudden wave rides on a leaf at the bottom of the smoke. Chunqing gathered materials under the broad daylight and threw gold to untie the dragon and horse. Returning to the river with the book and re-entering the country, who is the one who pities the king? I heard that a strong man has his heart and bones, and that the ancients could not defeat them even if they walked three steps. Please wait until the day comes and use a whip, and return the chariot and the law of autumn one day. 3. What are the poems about love?
I wish to have the person I love and stay together forever. ——Zhuo Wenjun's "Baitou Yin"
The exquisite dice and the red beans make people miss each other deeply. ——Wen Tingyun's "Two Poems of Nan Ge Zi"
Who do you want to describe lovesickness like? Lovers don't know. ——Yan Jidao's "Sauve Acacia·Sauve Acacia"
Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing that we had met before we were married. ——Zhang Ji's "Yin of a Chaste Woman·A Letter to the Master Li Sikong in Dongping"
I look back lazily at Huacong, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
——Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Lisi·Part 4"
Jun asked about the return date but there was no timetable, and the night rain in Bashan filled the autumn pond. ——Li Shangyin's "The Night Rain Sends to the North"
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. ——Li Zhiyi's "Businessman·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River"
I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will definitely live up to your love. ——Li Zhiyi "Bu Shuzi·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River"
Hate for you is not like the moon on the river, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, we can only follow each other without separation. ——Lu Benzhong's "Picking Mulberries: Hating the King is Not Like the Moon in the River Tower"
The beauty rolled up the bead curtain and sat deeply with her eyebrows furrowed. ——Li Bai's "Resentment"
The Qiang Guan is covered with frost, people are sleepless, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears. ——Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts"
In the heart of spring, don't let the flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray! ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled·The rustling east wind and drizzle are coming"
I hope you will pick more, this is the most lovesick thing. ——Wang Wei's "Lovesickness"
The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir's dream! ——Chen Tao's "Four Poems on a Journey to Longxi·Part 2"
Beauty is like a flower in the clouds! There is the long sky of Qingming above, and the waves of Lu River below. ——Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc·Part 1"
I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink the water of the Yangtze River every day. ——Li Zhiyi's "Bu Shuzi·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River"
When the ends of the earth are limited, there is only endless love. ——Yan Shu's "Jade House Spring·Spring Hate"
When we are married as husband and wife, there is no doubt about their love. ——Su Wu's "Leaving a Farewell Wife"
After putting on makeup, she asked her husband in a low voice, and her eyebrows were slightly darker than usual. ——Zhu Qingyu's "Recent Examination of Zhang Ji's Water Department"
I heard that you have two minds, so I came to make a decision. ——Zhuo Wenjun's "Baitou Yin"
Suddenly I saw the color of willows on the street, and I regretted teaching my husband to find a title. ——Wang Changling's "Girlfriend's Grudge"
Famous beauties love each other and make the king smile. ——Li Bai's "Qing Ping Tiao·Part 3"
Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night. ——Zhang Jiuling, "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"
May I ask how the river tide and the sea water are like the love of a king and the heart of a concubine? Hatred is not as good as tide and faith. When you miss each other, you will realize that the sea is not deep. ——Bai Juyi's "Lang Tao Sha·Ask about the River Tide and the Sea Water"
Since the king came out, who can see the precious mirror? Missing you is like a long river, I always hear the sound of whimpering. ——Xin Hongzhi "Since the King's Departure"
Life is about coming back, and death is about longing for love. —— Su Wu's "Leaving a Farewell Wife"
I hold wine for you to greet the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers. ——Song Qi's "Jade House Spring·Spring Scene"
If you miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring? ——Nalan Xingde's "Spring in the Painting House: A Pair of People in a Lifetime"
It is pointless to say that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled · Heavy Curtains and Deep Down in Mochou Hall"
Seeing Zhu Chengbi full of thoughts, haggard and fragmented, I remember you. ——Wu Zetian's "Ruyi Niang"
The humble concubine stays alone in the empty room. She is worried and misses you, but she dare not forget her. Unconsciously, her clothes are stained with tears. ——Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing"
The red candle is on the back, the embroidered curtain is hanging down, and you don't know the dream. ——Wen Tingyun's "Genggluzi·Liu Si Chang"
Recalling the king's heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest. ——Yu Xuanji's "Jianling Worry and Hope for Children"
When flowers fall and flowers bloom, they always rely on the monarch of the East. ——Yan Rui's "Businessman·Not Love the Wind and Dust"
I wish to be the southwest wind and live long in your arms. ——Cao Zhi's "Moonlight on a High Building"
You know that I have a husband, so you give me a pair of pearls. ——Zhang Ji's "Ode to a Chaste Woman: A Letter to Master Li Sikong in Dongping" 4. Poems about love
This feeling can be recalled, but it was already at a loss at that time. The flowers drifted by themselves and the water flowed by itself. A kind of lovesickness, Two places are idle and sorrowful. I look back lazily at a flower bush. I am half-cultivated and half-married. You know my intention and feel your pity. I need to ask God for this feeling! Seeing each other is like fighting but not seeing each other, and being in love seems to be heartless. Heaven is never old, and love is hard to break. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have been saddened by farewell, and even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival! After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who should I tell them to? 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 only lower my eyebrows, but it is in my heart. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams.
If the love between the two lasts for a long time, how can they stay in court? Life has been full of love and obsession since ancient times, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
The beauty rolls up the bead curtain and sits deeply with her eyebrows furrowed. But seeing wet tears, I don’t know who I hate.
You are like road dust, and I am like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet in harmony? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love. Can you bear to pay thousands of dollars for a smile? After all, missing each other is not as good as meeting each other.
The thin figure is self-pitying in the autumn water, you must pity me and I pity you. There is only the sentimental moon in the spring garden, which shines upon the fallen flowers for those who have left.
Sitting alone and leaning high in the Mingyue Tower, the wine fills my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness. Life is a time to come back, death is a longing for love.
I don’t know that my soul has been broken, and there are only dreams accompanying me. No one knows except the moon in the sky.
After seeing each other again, we meet again and share our dreams with you. Returning Qing's bowl of merciless tears, wishing we could meet before we were shaved.
I miss you all day long, and I am exhausted for you, and there are hundreds of flowers. The wild geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water. It is hard to send me this feeling of melancholy. The fate is gone, but love makes people happy. The jianjia is green, and the white dew is like frost.
The so-called beauty is on the water side. If you follow it back, the road is blocked and long; if you follow it, you will wander in the middle of the water.
The bright moon rises over the sea, and the world is at the end of the world. At this time, the lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night. The candles are extinguished and the light is full, and the clothes are covered with dew. I can’t bear to give them away, but I still have a good time to sleep in dreams. Come. Empty words disappear, the moon slants above the clock at five o'clock. The dream is so far away that it is hard to call out, and the book has been urged into ink that is not thick. The wax shines on half the cage of golden jade, and the musk slightly embroiders the hibiscus. Liu Lang already hates Pengshan for being far away. , more than 10,000 weights of Pengshan. Last night's stars and last night's wind, west of the painting building and east of Guitang. There are no colorful phoenixes flying on the body, but there is a clear connection in the heart. The next seat is warmed by Gouchun wine, and the red wax lamp is shot on the cao. Sighing, I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's request. I walked around Malantai and turned around.
Bian water flow, Si water flow, flowing to Guazhou ancient ferry, Wushan is a little sad. I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, I hate it until I return home, and I lean on the building under the bright moon.
Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.
Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart.
The precious bun is tied loosely, with light makeup. The red and green mist is light, and the flying catkins are uncertain. Seeing each other is as if they have not seen each other, and being in love seems to be ruthless. After the singing and singing, I wake up slightly from the wine. .The moon is slanting in the deep courtyard and people are quiet. The green peaches planted and dew in the sky are not ordinary flowers. The water is scattered deep in the chaotic mountains. For whom does a jade-like branch bloom? What's the limit to the light cold and drizzle? It's hard to control the spring if you don't know it. So why not be intoxicated for you? I'm afraid it will break my heart when I wake up! Feng Qiwu Liu Yong Standing leaning against the dangerous building, the wind blows softly. Looking forward to the extremely sad spring, the sky is gloomy.
The grass is dimly illuminated by smoke. Who would be speechless?
I plan to get drunk on the madness. Singing to wine, strong music is still tasteless.
I will never regret it as my clothes get wider. It makes people feel haggard because of Yixiao.
Recalling the Emperor’s Capital Liu Yong The weather in a thin quilt and small pillow. The feeling of separation.
After a few colder nights, I still fell asleep when I woke up. After all, without sleep, a night is as long as a year.
I also planned to wait, but returned to collect the bridle. They fought for Nai again, and the plan has been made.
Thousands of thoughts, many solutions, only lonely and tired. Dedicated to my whole life, I will bear your thousands of tears.
Butterflies are in love with flowers, chrysanthemums are worried about smoke, and orchids are weeping with dew. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slant light reaches the dawn and penetrates the Zhuhu. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and stood alone. From the high building, you can see the road to the end of the world. If you want to send a colorful note, there is no ruler. You will know where the mountains are and the river is far away. The colorful sleeves of the partridge and the sky are holding the jade bell diligently, but they were drunk and red when they fought hard. Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan.
After seeing each other again, we meet again and share our dreams with you. I only have a few silver photos left tonight, as if I was afraid that the meeting would be a dream.
Unlocking Lianlian Zhou Bangyan has no basis for resentment. The sighing lover is cut off, and the message is far away.
Have faith in the magic hand and be able to untie the chain, like the wind scattering and the rain gathering, the mist is light and the clouds are thin. The Swallow Tower is empty, covered in dark dust and a bed of strings.
If you want to change the roots and change the leaves, it is all the same as in the old days, planting red medicine by hand. Du Ruo gradually grew up in Tingzhou.
The material boat is leaning against the shore, and the people are at the corner of the sky. I remember the music of that day, and the idle talk will be burned away.
When spring comes back in Shuiyi, I hope to send you my plum calyx in the south of the Yangtze River. Fighting for this life, drinking flowers and drinking wine, shedding tears for her.
The Sapphire Case He Zhu Lingbo cannot reach Hengtang Road. But I watched Fang Chen go.
Who will spend the golden years? Yueqiao Garden, with small windows and red doors. Only Chun knows the place.
The flying clouds slowly rise into the sky. New inscriptions with colored pens on heartbreaking sentences.
If you ask about leisure time, how much is it? Yichuan Tobacco fills the city.
Plum yellow Shigure. The Sapphire Case, Yuan Eve, Xin Qiji. The east wind blows thousands of flowers into the trees at night, and even blows them down, making stars like rain.
BMW’s carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.
The golden strands of moth snow and willow trees are filled with laughter and hidden fragrance. People look for him thousands of Baidu.
Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place. Fisherman's Proud Chen Xishan Leaning alone in front of the peak of Jiuling Mountain.
The brows are furrowed and the intestines are broken. The beauty in pink is sad and farewell.
No matter what. Climbing mountains and facing water is a must every year.
Always remember that we came together and are here alone. The lone boat floats in the lake light at night.
The fading grass and the setting sun are infinitely meaningful. Who will send it? The water of West Lake is the tears of lovesickness.
Jiang Chengzi Qin Guan The willows in the west city make spring soft. Move away from worries.
The tears are hard to hold back. I still remember how sentimental I was and how I once returned to the boat.
What happened that day at the Bi Ye Zhu Bridge, no one was seen and the water flowed empty. Time is not reserved for young people.
Hate Youyou. When will you rest?
When the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, I go upstairs. The spring river is full of tears, endless flow, and a lot of sorrow.
A Cluster of Flowers Zhang Xian hurt Gao Huaiyuan when he was poor. Nothing is as strong as love.
The sorrow of separation is causing thousands of things to be in chaos, and the wind is flying in the east road. The cavalry is getting further and further away, and the dust is constantly collecting. Where can I find the trace of Lang?
The water in Shuangyuan Pond is soluble. The north and south are connected by Xiaoradi.
After dusk in the Ladder Henghua Pavilion, the moon is still slanting and the curtains are hanging. Deep regret and careful thinking are not as good as peaches and apricots, but they are still married to the east wind.
Qianqiu Sui Zhang Xian said several times. Report to Fangfei again.
Xichun even broke off the remaining red. The rain is light, the wind is stormy, and the plums are green.
Yongfeng willow, no one is there, and the sun is flying with flowers and snow. Don't pluck the unitary string.
The resentment can be said. As time goes by, love never ends.
The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it. The night has passed, and the moon is still shining brightly at the east window.
The magnolias and Zhang Xian are separated only to dream of meeting each other, and the dust of horse hooves has moved outside the door. The song of resentment is left to be listened to when drunk, and it is sent to the sky from afar. Tonight, the wind and moon know who is sleeping, and the sound of the phoenix on the pipa trough is heard. There is nothing in life that can be more sentimental than rivers. Mountains and rivers are not deep or heavy. When Ouyang Xiu, a student of Chazi, last year on the night of Yuan Dynasty, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. In the moonlit willow branches, people meet at dusk.
On Yuan Night this year, the moon is with. 5. Poems about love
Love poems 1.
I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most lovesick thing. --Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Lovesickness
Red beans grow in the south. How many branches will grow when spring comes? I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
Love Poems 2.
No one knows where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. --Cui Hu of the Tang Dynasty, titled Nanzhuang of the Capital City
Last year on this day, in this gate, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Love Verses 3.
The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is always a sunny day. --Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, Bamboo Branch Poems (3)
The willows are green and the river is green, and I hear the singing on the Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It is either sunny or sunny.
Love Verses 4.
Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. --Li Si by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty
Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Love Verses 5.
The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears until dawn. -- Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty Farewell (two poems)
Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February.
The spring breeze blows ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when the bead curtain is rolled up.
Passionate but always seeming ruthless, only Jue Zun can't laugh in front of him.
The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears for others until dawn.
Love Verses 6.
It is hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. --Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty Untitled
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
When I look in the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
Love Verses 7.
There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart. --Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, Untitled
Last night the stars and the wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang. There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.
The next seat will be warmed by spring wine, and the red wax lamp will shine on each seat. Sighing, I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's request. I walked around Malantai and turned around.
Love Verses 8.
This feeling can be recalled, but it was already at a loss at that time! --Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, Jinse
The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past. Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time!
Love Verses 9.
How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? --Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty Night rain sent to the north
You asked about the return date but it has not yet been scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and say that it rains at night in Bashan?
Love Verses 10.
The flowers bloom and must be broken, but don’t wait until there are no flowers to break the branches. --Du Qiuniang of the Tang Dynasty Golden Threaded Clothes
I advise you not to cherish your golden threaded clothes; I advise you to cherish your youth.
Flowers bloom and must be broken, don't wait until there are no flowers and break branches 6. Poems about love
The farthest distance in the world
It is not the distance between life and death
It’s me standing in front of you
You don’t know I love you
The farthest distance in the world
It’s not me standing in front of you
You don’t know that I love you
But I love you to the point of obsession
But you can’t say I love you
The farthest in the world Distance
It’s not that I can’t say I love you
It’s that I miss you so much that my heart aches
but I can only bury it deep in my heart
The farthest distance in the world
It’s not that I can’t say I miss you
, but that we love each other
but can’t be together
The farthest distance in the world
is not loving each other
but not being able to be together
but knowing that true love is invincible but pretending to be Zuo doesn't care
The furthest distance in the world
is not the distance between trees
but the branches growing from the same root
But we can't rely on each other in the wind
The furthest distance in the world
It's not the branches that can't rely on each other
It's the stars looking at each other
But there are no intersecting trajectories
The farthest distance in the world
It is not the trajectories between stars
But even if the trajectories intersect
But in the blink of an eye, I can’t find it.
The farthest distance in the world
It’s not that I can’t find it in an instant.
But I haven’t met yet.
< p> They are destined not to be togetherThe farthest distance in the world
is the distance between fish and birds
One is in the sky, and the other is deep under the sea
p>If you cry because you have lost the sun, you will also lose the stars.
"Sea water, what did you say?"
"It is an eternal question."
"Sky, what did you answer?"
"It is eternal silence."
Make life as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.
In the dream we were strangers, but when we woke up we found that we were in love with each other
The career of fruits is noble, the career of flowers is sweet, but let us do it Ye's career
There are no traces of birds in the sky, but I have flown by. 7. Poems about love
Guan Ju > Guan Guan Jujiu, in the River Island.
A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to fight. There are various water plants flowing left and right.
A graceful lady, I long for her. poo.
Leisurely, leisurely, tossing and turning. There are different kinds of watercress, pick them from left to right.
A graceful lady, a friend of the piano and the sesquito. There are different kinds of watercress, with leaves on both sides.
A graceful lady, played with bells and drums. Zijin > Qingqing Zijin, my heart is leisurely.
Even if I don’t go, will Zi Ning not inherit the sound? Qingqingzi wears it, and I think about it for a long time. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come? Xi Xi pick up in the city of Xi Que.
One day without seeing you is like three months. Jing Nu > Jing Nu and her concubines are waiting for me in the corner of the city.
Love without seeing, scratching one’s head and hesitating. The quiet girl is promiscuous, which makes me troublesome.
Tong Guan Youwei, said that the girl is beautiful. Since shepherding and returning to grassland, it is beautiful and unique.
The gangster girl is beautiful, and the beauties are spoiled. Jianjia > Jianjia is green and the white dew is frost.
The so-called beauty is on the water side. If you follow it back, the road is long and blocked; if you follow it, you will find it in the middle of the water.
Mountain Ghost> If someone comes to the mountains, he will be taken by Xue Li to carry a girl. He looks at you with his eyes and smiles, and his son admires him. He is good and graceful. Riding on a red leopard, he comes from Wenli, Xinyi chariot. The osmanthus flag is tied here; the orchid is carrying Du Heng, and the fragrance is fragrant and the thoughts are left behind; the rest of the place is dark and the sky is not visible, the road is dangerous and difficult, and I am the only one coming; the surface is independent on the mountain, and the clouds are beautiful below; it is dim The Qiang is dark, the day is dim, the east wind is drifting with the rain of gods; the souls left behind are melancholy and forget to return, the year is over 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, Jun is thinking. I can't be idle; people in the mountains are fragrant, drinking from stone springs, shaded by pines and cypresses; you are thinking of me, but you are suspicious; thunder is filling the rain, and moans are chirping in the cave at night; the wind is rustling, the trees are rustling, and I miss you. Leave worries. Feng Qiu Huang·Qin Ge Anonymous There is a beauty coming, I will never forget it when I see it.
I miss you so much after not seeing you for a day. The phoenix is ??soaring, and the phoenix is ??begging for it from all over the world.
But the beauty is here, not on the east wall. Use the qin to represent your words, and write your heartfelt chats.
When I see Xu Xi, I will comfort my hesitation. Wish to match virtue, hand in hand.
If I can’t fly, I will perish. Something to Think About Han Yuefu Something to think about is in Hainan.
Why ask Yijun? A double-beaded tortoiseshell hairpin, dazzled with jade. I heard that you had other intentions, so I pulled them, destroyed them and burned them.
Destroy and burn it, and the wind will blow away its ashes. From now on, don’t miss me again.
I miss you so much! When roosters crow and dogs bark, brothers and sisters-in-law should know it. The concubine is shouting! The autumn wind solemnizes the morning breeze, and the east knows it in a moment.
Shangxie Han Yuefu Shangxie! I want to know you and live a long life. There are no mausoleums in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, I dare to be with you! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, leave.
More than ten thousand miles apart, each is at the end of the world. The road is long and difficult, but we know the meeting will be safe.
Hu Ma follows the north wind and crosses the southern branch of the bird's nest. The day is far away from each other, and the clothes are worn slowly.
The floating clouds cover the day, and the wanderer does not care about returning. Missing you makes you grow old, and the years are suddenly too late.
Don’t give up donating, don’t return to the road, and work hard to get more food. Collecting hibiscus in Shejiang River > Collecting hibiscus in Shejiang River, there are many fragrant grasses in the orchids.
Who do you want to leave behind? Thoughts are far away. I still look back at my old hometown, the long road is long and vast.
We are of the same mind but separated, and we end up in sorrow! Lovesickness Wang Wei Red beans grow in the southern country. How many branches will grow when spring comes? I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing. Looking at the moon, Huaiyuan, Zhang Jiuling, there is a bright moon on the sea, the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night. The candles are extinguished and the light is full, and the clothes are covered with dew. I can’t bear to give them away, but I still sleep in the dream. Autumn Breeze Poems Li Bai The autumn breeze is clear , the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost again.
We know the day when we meet each other, but I am embarrassed at this time and this night. Entering the door of my lovesickness, I know that I miss my lovesickness painfully. Long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness lasts forever. I had known that it would be such a stumbling block to people's hearts. How could it be like before? Don't know each other. Liu Yuxi's Bamboo Branch Poetry The poplars and willows are green at the level of the Qingjiang River, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.
Poetry on Bamboo Branches by Liu Yuxi The mountains are covered with peach blossoms, and the spring water of Shujiang River beats the mountain flow. The bonus fades easily like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like Nong's sorrow.
Yanzi Tower Zhang Zhongsu The remaining lamps upstairs accompany the dawn frost, and the person sleeping alone gets up on the acacia bed. How many lovesick one-night stands? The ends of the earth are not as long as the ends of the earth.
Jinse Li Shangyin has fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past. Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies at dawn, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea has tears in its pearls, and the sun in Lantian is warm and jade produces smoke. This feeling I can wait to recall it, but I was at a loss at that time. The untitled Li Shangyin came with empty words and left without a trace. The moon was tilted upstairs at five o'clock. The dream was far away and it was hard to recall, and the book was rushed into ink. The wax shone half in the cage of golden jade, The scent of musk is slightly embroidered with hibiscus. Liu Lang already hates that Pengshan Mountain is far away, and it is even more separated by ten thousand layers. Untitled Li Shangyin hides in the Mochou Hall with heavy curtains. After lying down, the night is slender. The life of a goddess was just a dream, and the life of my sister-in-law was originally a dream.
If you don’t believe that Lingzhi is weak in the storm, who will teach you the fragrance of osmanthus leaves in Moon Dew? It is clear that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness. Untitled Li Shangyin It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworms will die when the silkworms are dead, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before the tears dry. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples have changed, and the night chants should feel the moonlight is cold. There is not much left in Pengshan. On the road, the bluebirds are diligent in looking around. Untitled Li Shangyin's Last Night Stars and Wind, To the west of the painting building and to the east of Guitang. There are no colorful phoenixes flying on the body, but there is a clear connection in the heart. Gou Chun wine is given to every other seat to warm it, and the red wax lamp is shed on the cao.
I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's call, walking around Malantai and turning around the tent. Traveling Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn by Li Shangyin When the lotus leaves are growing, spring hates them, and when the lotus leaves wither, autumn hates them. I know that my love will last forever, and I look forward to the sound of the water at the head of the river.
The night rain sent to the north Li Shangyin to ask about the return date. The night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. How could I cut the candles from the west window, but said that it was raining in Bashan at night. I thought about Yuan Zhen once, it was difficult to make water out of the sea, except for it. Wushan is not a cloud. I took a look back lazily from the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. It was written by Cui Hu of Nanzhuang in the capital city. On this day last year, in this gate, the peach blossoms on the human face reflect each other's red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Farewell to Du Mu is sentimental but always seems to be ruthless. I can’t laugh in front of the bottle. I feel sorry for the candle. I shed tears for others until dawn. I send Zhang Bi’s farewell dream to Xie’s house, and the small corridor turns to Qulan. incline. There is only the sentimental moon in the spring garden, which shines upon the fallen flowers for those who have left.
Writing of Love by Li Yi The water-patterned jade is a long-lasting thought, and the good times of a thousand miles will rest in one night. From then on, I had no intention of loving the good night and let him go down to the west tower under the bright moon.
As soon as Hou Men entered it, it was as deep as the sea, and Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.
Send to Li Yiyuan Yu Xuanji The sun covers my sleeves in shame, and I am too lazy to put on my makeup in spring. It is easy to find priceless treasures, but it is rare to find a lover.
Tears are shed on the pillow, and the heart is broken among the flowers. Why should I hate Wang Chang when I can get a glimpse of Song Yu? Jiangling's worries and hopes are filled with fish mystery. Thousands of maple leaves turn into thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail.
Recalling your heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest. Sauvignon Blanc by Bai Juyi Bian water flow, Si water flow, flowing to the ancient ferry of Guazhou, Wushan is a little sad.
Siyouyou.