A poem describing that two lovers can't be together.

1, a touch of crimson lips and boudoir thoughts

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart. Xichun. When will it rain?

Leaning over, just not in the mood. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

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In late spring, the boundless loneliness in the boudoir comes like a flood, but this inch of tenderness has to accommodate countless sorrows. The more we cherish spring, the easier it will pass away. The sound of falling rain urges us to turn red and return home.

In this lonely late spring, every inch of acacia has withered, even if the spring is beautiful, it is also ruthless. Whispered: "My love, where are you?" There is only an endless decadent grassland in front of us, paved with a path that lovers must take.

2. Philip Burkart people, red leaves and yellow flowers are late autumn.

Song: Yan

Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers. Flying clouds pass by, and no letter returns to the flood. Where can I send books? ?

Tears kept flowing. Rotary grinding ink on inkstone. I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless.

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The leaves in the forest have turned red, and Huang Ju is blooming everywhere. Now it is late autumn. I can't help but miss the wanderers thousands of miles away. The clouds on the horizon kept drifting away, and Guiyan didn't send him any news. I don't know where the wanderer is, where can I deliver books?

The more disappointed I am, the more I miss it. I was so sad that I cried at the window. I can't stop crying. I will use it to grind ink and write letters. Bit by bit, until after parting, feelings deepened and tears were even more unbearable. They dripped on the letterhead and even faded the color of the red letterhead.

3. The idea of spring

Tang Dynasty: Huangfu Ran

Ying Ge predicted the New Year, and Ma Yilongdui was a thousand miles away.

I live next to the Han Palace Garden in Jingshi, and my heart flies to the lake with the bright moon.

Brocade palindromes tell the long hatred of missing, and flowers bloom upstairs to make fun of my being single.

Excuse me, when will your coach, General Liu, draw back the stone tablet?

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Yinggeyan language indicates that the new year is coming, and Mayi's dragon pile is a thousand miles away. I live in the Han Palace next to Beijing, and my heart flies to the border with the bright moon. Brocade palindromes tell the long-lasting hatred of missing, and the flowers upstairs make fun of me and still sleep alone.

Excuse me, when will your Commander-in-Chief Dou Xian return to Yanran?

Step 4 think calmly

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

When you leave, the spring tide roams the railing; Now the dew is hanging on the branches. I will always miss the good times. This day passed the day before today. ?

The north of you is as far as spring; I was too late in Nanling, and the delivery was too late. Far away, I have repeatedly divined my dreams; Doubt that you are new here and forget your old friends.

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When you left, the spring tide flooded the railing; Today, Qiu Chan is full of dewless branches. I will always miss that beautiful season; Today, before leaning against the threshold, I didn't realize that time had passed. Your residence in the north is as far as spring; I thought the messenger came too late in Nanling.

Away from the world, I have divined my dreams many times; I doubt that I have a new friend and forget my old friend.

5. Qingjiang Yinchun Temple

Yuan Dynasty: Zhang Kejiu

The oriole sang on the willow tree outside the door. After the Qingming Festival, the rain fell. How many more days, spring will pass, spring is in acacia, and people are haggard. At the pear window, the beautiful woman is sobbing.

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Orioles are singing on the willow treetops outside the door, and it is drizzling after Tomb-Sweeping Day. How many days? Spring is about to pass, and people in spring are haggard and emaciated. In the pear window, beautiful women drown their sorrows in wine.