1. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of Yi. ——Liu Yong's "Feng Qitong"
2. Among the heroes of the world, between you and Cao, who among the remaining sons can win the wine cup? ——Liu Kezhuang's "Qinyuanchun·Meng Furuo"
3. If you want to send colorful paper and ruler, you will know where the mountains are and the rivers are wide. ——Yan Shu's "Magpies Stepping on the Branches"
4. Since the king came out, the bright mirror and the dark will not cure it. Missing you is like running water, there is no end to it. ——Xu Qian's "Thoughts on the Chamber"
5. Desolate farewell, the last two echoes, the most overwhelming is the moonlight. ——Nalan Xingde's "Yu Meiren"
6. Talking about a gentleman, warming him like jade, in his wooden house, disturbs my heart. ——"Qin Feng·Xiaorong"
7. I asked you why it is so easy to say goodbye, how many moons can be seen in a year. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·Ask you why you should take parting lightly"
8. 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 "Fishermen's Proud Autumn Thoughts"
9. If you don't write diligently when you miss me, my words will remain stubborn after you say goodbye. ——Wang Shouren's "Two Poems Sent to Longli Road by Various Sects"
10. Farewell to the half-year-old music book Jue, one inch separated from the intestines has thousands of knots. ——Wei Zhuang's "Ying Tianchang"
11. I miss you all day long, and I am haggard for you, and there are hundreds of flowers. ——Wen Tingyun's "Four Songs from Nan Gezi"
12. Going in and out of your arms, the breeze blows. ——Ban Jieyu's "Song of Resentment"
13. Asking about lovesickness, looking in the mirror tomorrow, Xiaoxiao hair. ——Yan Yu's "Man Jiang Hong·Send Liao Shuren to Que"
14. My husband died on the battlefield with his son in his belly, but my body remains like a candle in the day. ——Zhang Ji's "Wife's Resentment"
15. The heart of remembering the king is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest. ——Yu Xuanji "Jianling's Sorrow and Hope"
16. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. ——Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms, the Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and the Remaining Jade Mat in Autumn"
17. The autumn scenery comes to the empty boudoir, sweeping the sycamore leaves at night. ——Xia Wanchun's "Businessman·Autumn Colors Arrive in the Empty Boudoir"
18. A virgin is noble and loyal to her husband, and the same goes for sacrificing her life. ——Meng Jiao's "Women's Exercises"
19. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time. ——Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"
20. I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to your love. ——Li Zhiyi's "Business Operator"
21. The red beans are unbearable to look at, and their eyes are filled with tears of lovesickness. ——Niu Xiji's "Shengchazi·The Crescent Moon Is Like an Eyebrow"
22. I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return. ——Bai Juyi's "Long Love"
23. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, because the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled"
Twenty-four, Junge Yang rebels, and my concubine persuades Xinfeng to drink wine. ——Li Bai's "Yang Bei'er"
Twenty-five, the moonlight night is a curtain of dreams, and the spring breeze is full of tenderness. ——Qin Guan's "Eight-Six Sons"
26. I have been missing you forever, and I will curse you all the time. ——Sichuan prostitute "Magpie Bridge Immortal·Speaking of Alliance and Swearing"
Twenty-seven, one line is written in the biography of lovesickness. ——Zhang Kejiu's "Sai Hongqiu·Spring Love"
Twenty-eight, weeping in the dim light with wet hands, I heard that the neighbor's husband had returned. ——Yu Xuanji's "Girlfriend's Grudge"
29. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it. ——Zhang Xian's "Thousand Years Old"
Thirty. One night of lovesickness, the waterside is clear and shallow, and the branches are thin. ——Chen Liang's "Dian Lips·Ode to the Plum Moon"
Thirty-one, the king chooses the color of jade and sleeps on the golden screen. ——Li Bai's "Songs of Resentment"
Thirty-two, hating each other is not as good as trust in the tide. When you miss each other, you will realize that the sea is not deep. ——Bai Juyi's "Lang Tao Sha"
Thirty-three, you are as clear as road dust, and I am as muddy as cement. ——Cao Zhi's "The Moon on a High Building"
Thirty-four. Who do you want to describe lovesickness like? A lover doesn't know. ——Yan Jidao's "Long Acacia·Long Acacia"
Thirty-five, there is no fate in the previous life, waiting to be reunited, and making wishes in the next life. ——Le Wan's "Bu Suanzi·An Shi"
Thirty-six, this song is intended to be passed on by no one. I would like to send it to Yan Ran with the spring breeze, recalling that you are far away across the blue sky. ——Li Bai's "Three Songs of Sauvignon Blanc·Part
Thirty-seven. When the mandarin ducks are both white-headed, they are three thousand miles south of the Yangtze River and north of the Yangtze River. ——He Zhu's "Cherishing the remaining spring·Hard rain harvests the spring"
Thirty-eight, long lovesickness, heartbreaking! ——Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc·Qi"
Thirty-nine, there was a time when the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. ——Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems of Lisi"
Forty, these years have passed, which should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them? ——Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell"
41. Knowing that the love will last forever, I look at the sound of the river at the head of the river with regret. ——Li Shangyin's "Wandering Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn"
Forty-two, lovesickness is as deep as the sea, and old things are as far away as the sky. ——Le Wan's "Divination"
43. No matter where you look at the same acupuncture point, it will be even harder to predict his fate. ——Yuan Zhen's "Three Poems of Sorrow and Feelings"
Forty-four, there are thousands of lovesickness in one inch.
——Li Guan's "Die Lian Hua·Spring Evening"
Forty-five, after seeing each other again, we meet again, and we have the same dreams as you. ——Yan Jidao's "Three Poems of Partridge in the Sky"
Forty-six, when all the floating flowers and ripples are gone, I will be alone with you. ——Su Shi's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom·Xia Jing"
Forty-seven, the fallen flower man is independent, and the Wei Yuyan flies together. ——Yan Jidao's "Two Poems of Linjiang Immortal·Qi"
Forty-eight, if you don't show your kindness, how can you rely on your humble concubine? ——Cao Zhi's "The Moon on a High Building"
Forty-nine, it spins open, spins down, and spins into the sky, white hair is more cherished by many lovers. ——Sikong Tu "Jiuquanzi·Purchased Apricot Blossoms"
Fifty-April was the day last year when I said goodbye to you. ——Wei Zhuang, "Nvguanzi·April"
Fifty-one, change my heart for yours, and then we will know each other and remember each other deeply. ——Gu Xun's "Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings"
Fifty-two, I miss my return but can't get it, so I write this to thank my lover. ——Li Bai "Send Qie Ang to Banzhong"
53. I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to your love. ——Li Zhiyi's "Bu Shuzi·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River"
Fifty-four, taking a lazy look back at Huacong, half of them are destined to practice Taoism and half to be kings. ——Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Lisi·Qi"
Fifty-five, it is not easy to cut off the worldly fate, but the swallow remains, softly stepping on the curtain hook. ——Nalan Xingde's "Die Lian Hua·Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky"
Fifty-six, I am afraid of breaking the red, but there is still the word "Lovesickness", how can I see it. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Six Chou·Falling Flowers"
Fifty-seven, the king is like a rock, the concubine is like pampas grass, the pampas grass is like silk, and the rock has no transfer. ——"The Peacock Flies Southeast"
Fifty-eight. The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, the man was there, in the dimly lit place. ——Xin Qiji's "Qingyun Case·Yuan Xi"
Fifty-nine, sending you off is like yesterday, the eaves are already exposed. ——Jiang Yan's "Ancient Farewell"
60. When the ends of the earth are limited, there is only endless love. ——Yan Shu's "Spring in the Jade House"
Sixty-one, all have their own hatred of separation, so the painting is about distant mountains. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings and Eyebrows"
Sixty-two, more than a thousand horses with gold medals and purple ribbons, the husband and son-in-law pay homage to the marquis at the beginning of their return. ——Wang Changling's "Two Brothel Songs"
Sixty-three, there are thousands of lovesickness in one inch, and there is no place in the world to arrange it. ——Li Guan's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers"
Sixty-four, ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch can become thousands of strands. ——Yan Shu's "Spring in the Jade House"
Sixty-five, I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe"
Sixty-six, in the spring boudoir month, there is no need to cry in the red sleeves. ——Yuan Haowen, "Jiang Yue Shines Over the Mountain·Written when I First Arrive at Songshan Mountain"
Sixty-seven. Asking what love is in the world, it will teach you how to make love between life and death. ——Yuan Haowen's "Touching Fish"
68. Poor Yue in the boudoir, she grew up in the Han family camp. ——Shen Quanqi's "Three Miscellaneous Poems·Part
Sixty-nine, the beauty rolls up the bead curtain and sits deeply with her eyebrows furrowed. ——Li Bai's "Resentment"
70. The drunken jade bottle spreads towards the cold furnace, calling you to admire the light from the small window. ——Lu You's "Huanxisha·Hewujiuyun" Love poems expressing determination (70)
1. It's useless to be lovesick, but melancholy is pure madness.
2. The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
3. Women, whom I long for. If you don't get what you want, you will sleep hard and think about it. Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning. There are different kinds of watercress, left and right. The fair lady is played with bells and drums.
4. Candles say farewell with intention and shed tears for others until dawn.
5. There are endless tears of lovesickness and red beans thrown away, and endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building.
6. The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir’s dream.
7. May I be like a star and you are like the moon, with bright and clear light every night; I will not grow old together, but I will only be with you till dawn.
8. I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor couples suffer from everything.
9. 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?
10. Life is about coming back, death is about longing for love.
11. If you spend a thousand gold to buy a gift, who will complain about this?
12. 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.
13. Only the moon in the spring garden is sentimental, just like falling flowers for people who have left.
14. When the flowers are blooming, they must be cut off. Don’t wait until there are no flowers to cut off the branches!
15. Once upon a time, everything was difficult to overcome, except Wushan.
16. Spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.
17. People's affection has become less affectionate, and now they are really not affectionate.
18. The agreement between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your son's hand and grow old together.
19. The dew on a branch is fragrant, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are in vain.
20. Only if you don’t miss lovesickness in your life will you miss lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness.
21. If color is not attractive, people will be fascinated by it, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
22. Only the general will open his eyes all night long to repay his life without raising his eyebrows.
23. After seeing each other again, we meet again and share our dreams with you.
24. I know that my love will always be there when I am here, and I look at the sound of the water at the head of the river with regret.
Twenty-five, we are married as husband and wife, and our love is unquestionable.
Twenty-six, we are of the same mind but separated, and we end up in sorrow.
Twenty-seven, why not die if you have achieved success? I would like to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals.
Twenty-eight, people are like clouds flowing into the river after the wind, and feelings are like the wadding stuck to the ground after the rain.
Twenty-nine, the water smoke sinks in the beast's furnace, and the remaining flowers in the green marsh are written line by line in the biography of lovesickness.
Thirty. Asking what love is in the world is a matter of life and death. Asking for lovers, flowers bloom and fall, it is the feather fan silk scarf created by nature.
Thirty-one. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was in the dim light.
Thirty-two. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever!
Thirty-three, when will we know each other after we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night.
Thirty-four, Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of quarrels. There are various water plants flowing left and right.
Thirty-five, passion has hurt parting since ancient times. It’s even more embarrassing to miss the Qingqiu Festival.
Thirty-six, the clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it at all. I feel haggard because of Yi.
Thirty-seven, lovesickness is without words, so don’t waste your tears on the flower paper.
Thirty-eight, if my heart is replaced by yours, we will know each other deeply and remember each other deeply.
Thirty-nine, Yu Shen Yan Yao Tianya Road, began to believe that separation in the world is painful.
Forty, lovesickness is as deep as the ocean, and past events are as far away as the sky.
41. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.
Forty-two, red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches will appear in spring. I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
Forty-three, the sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance continues like spring water.
Forty-four, don’t come to the half-year-old music book, an inch away from the intestines, thousands of knots.
Forty-five, when the flowers bloom, they must be cut off, but don’t wait until there are no flowers to break off the branches!
Forty-six, there is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.
47. Life has been full of love and obsession since ancient times, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
48. Once upon a time, everything was difficult to overcome, except Wushan. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Forty-nine, the fallen flower man is independent, and the little swift bird flies together.
50. Ask the world what love is, and teach it about life and death.
Fifty-one, holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked.
52. There is love and infatuation in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
Fifty-three, Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing we could meet each other before we were married.
Fifty-four. Do you know that the exquisite dice and the red beans make people miss each other deeply?
Fifty-five. If you see a beautiful woman, you will never forget it. If you don’t see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy.
Fifty-six, the most difficult thing is to stay in the world, and the beauty is like the flower in the mirror and the tree.
Fifty-seven, 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 just frown, but it is in my heart.
58. Who can complain about loneliness? Even as a preface, it’s always an easy task.
Fifty-nine, the sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.
60. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
Sixty-one, the bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn.
62. If there is no hatred in your eyes, you don’t believe that there are white heads in the world.
Sixty-three, today or tomorrow, I will meet this beloved man.
Sixty-four, searching and searching, deserted, miserable and miserable. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"?
Sixty-five, this feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time.
Sixty-six, there are thousands of lovesickness in one inch, and there is no place in the world to arrange it.
Sixty-seven. The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, the man was there, in a dimly lit place.
Sixty-eight, hating each other is not as good as trust in the tide. When you miss each other, you will realize that the sea is not deep.
Sixty-nine, to open up Hongmeng, who is the lover? All just for the romantic love.
Seventy. I have been missing you all night, and suddenly I came to the window and suspected that it was you. Love poems expressing sadness (70)
1. It rains in the middle of the night on a sad pillow, and every drop of rain falls. ——Li Qingzhao "Tianzi Chou Nuer·Who planted the banana tree in front of the window"
2. No one is lying on the back of the cow at sunset, bringing the jackdaws back in twos and twos. ——Zhang Shunmin's "Village Dwelling·Water Surrounds Pei Tian and Bamboo Fence"
3. Speechless farewell to spring, heartbreaking return to spring. Spring can come when it goes away, but whether it can come when people go away. ——Wang Pengyun's "Red Lips"
4. The wine sobers up the tranquility and the sadness is deep. ——Xu Changtu's "Linjiang Immortal·Drinking and leaving the pavilion to the west"
5. Ask what love is in the world and teach you how to make love between life and death.
——Yuan Haowen's "Touching the Fish"
6. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi"
7. When the moon breaks at dusk, people's hearts are broken. ——Xie Kejia's "Remembering the King·Yiyi Palace Willows Brushing the Palace Wall"
8. The flowers are gradually withering and becoming less wind-resistant, the painted curtains are hanging to the ground late in the day, and the moss dancing on the steps is red. ——Sun Guangxian's "Huanxisha·The flowers are gradually withering and becoming less resistant to the wind"
9. How many teardrops can limit hatred, leaning against the lantern. ——Li Jing's "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi"
10. After so many years, it should be a good morning and a good scene. Even if I have thousands of feelings, who can I tell anyone about it? ——Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell"
11. Those who neglect their duties and listen when the guests are sad will shed tears on their lapels. ——Li Bai's "Youjianquan"
12. The picture of relaxing mountains and rivers responds to the mournful roar of dragons and fishes, and has no time to worry about poetry. ——Yang Yanzheng's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Deng Duo Jing Lou"
13. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. ——Li Yu's "Yu Meiren"
14. When things are shaken, go to the empty mountain and don't ask about the cuckoo. ——Zhu Zumou's "Slow Voice"
15. Cold food is about to come, and it is late spring in sorrow. ——Song Zhiwen "The cold food on the way is sent to Cui Rong by Huangmei Linjiang Station"
16. Singing in sorrow, Liang's father's chant is like gold and jade. ——Zheng Sixiao's "Er Li"
17. When the two swallows fly, will they meet on the road? It stirs up spring sorrow like catkins. ——Feng Yansi, "The Magpie Steps on the Branch·Where Will the Clouds Go in a Few Days"
18. A husband is not without tears, and he does not shed them during parting. ——Lu Guimeng's "Farewell"
19. Laughter gradually disappears and becomes quieter, passionate but ruthlessly annoyed. ——Su Shi's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers"
20. The dusk is sparse and the rain is wet in autumn - Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha·The cold spring scenery and cold food days"
21. The sun is long and the fence is falling No one passes by, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. ——Fan Chengda's "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons·It"
22. It is sad to return home after the chaos with clothes full of blood, tears and dust. ——Gao Qi "Send off Chen Xiucai and return to the sand to visit the tomb"
23. No one knows this meaning, and the wind fills the curtains after singing. ——Chen Yuyi's "Linjiangxian·Gao Yongchu's Ci Repays the Noonday"
24. The setting sun is only as close as dusk. ——Zhao Lingji's "Die Lian Hua·The wind is so cold"
Twenty-five, helpless clouds fell and the rain dispersed. By Lanqian, the east wind has tearful eyes. ——Wang Shen's "Remembering an Old Friend"
26. Melancholy has ruined the green and daisy eyebrows, and the flowers are alone every day. ——Shi Dazu's "Two Swallows"
Twenty-seven, the river will be full of sorrow, and the vast sky will be as far as the sky. ——Qu Dajun's "Magpie Steps on the Branch"
Twenty-eight, listen to the horizontal flute and worry about it, and lean on the slanting branch to see the disease. ——Cui Daorong's "Plum Blossom"
Twenty-nine, stealing bullets and clearing tears to send smoke waves, seeing an old friend at the head of the river, he is so haggard for his words. ——Yuan Quhua's "The Sword is Near·The Rain Comes at Night"
Thirty. When couples say goodbye in Shihao Village, they shed more tears than in the Palace of Immortality. ——Yuan Mei's "Mawei"
Thirty-one. The heavy curtains are deep in Mochou Hall, and the night after lying down is long and thin. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled · Heavy curtains and deep curtains in the Mochou Hall"
Thirty-two, I don't know when the work will start. ——Wang Guowei's "Plum Poppy: A Day of Playing with Plum Blossoms and Riding on Bamboo"
Thirty-three, red tears are shed, and the spring breeze fills the eyes. ——Nalan Xingde, "Picking Mulberries: It Was Wrong at the Time"
Thirty-four, the army is worried when it hears it, and the people are afraid when it hears it. ——Wang Pan's "Chao Tianzi·Ching the Trumpet"
Thirty-five. I am worried that the wind is fast with an arrow, and the waves are warm with half a pole. I will count the post after turning around. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Lanling King·Liu"
Thirty-six, every word of Feihong is sad. ——Qin Guan's "Reduced Words Magnolia·Old Grudges at the End of the World"
Thirty-seven, being alone and desolate still relieves oneself, and restrains the sadness of separation. ——Gong Zizhen's "Writing Dreams on Langtaosha"
Thirty-eight, it is my life's heart, and I will bear your thousands of tears. ——Liu Yong's "Recalling the Imperial Capital·Thin Quilt and Small Pillow in the Cool Weather"
Thirty-nine, always looking deep into people, but at that time it was in vain and ruthless. ——Lu You's "Chaozhongcuo·Dai Tande"
Forty, Dangui doesn't know how to shake, and Su'e is sad about parting. ——Wang Qi's "Wang Jiangnan·Jiangnan Moon"
Forty-one, the red beans are unbearable to look at, and the eyes are filled with tears of lovesickness. ——Niu Xiji's "Sheng Chazi·The crescent moon is like an eyebrow"
Forty-two, looking back at the place where the heart has been broken, tears are stolen - Nalan Xingde's "Shanhuazi·The wind catkins have turned into duckweeds" 》
Forty-three, I don’t blame the Pingyang guest. I shed tears and played mournful music on the flute. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Dayu·Yuediao Spring Rain"
Forty-four, grass and trees also know sorrow, and their youth turns gray. ——Cao Xueqin's "Tang Duoling·Catkins"
45. Thinking about the past for a while, the catkins fly ruthlessly, but they are still smoke. ——Xia Wanchun's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms·Ode to Willows"
Forty-six, knowing my intention and feeling your pity, I must ask God for this feeling! ——Li Yu's "The Golden Bird Hairpin"
Forty-seven. Reading the red candle in Orchid Hall makes the heart long and the flame short, and weeps to others. ——Yan Shu, "Shaking Tingqiu·Farewell News Thousands of Miles Away"
Forty-eight, Huanjun's pearls both shed tears, wishing they could not meet again when they were not married.
——Zhang Ji's "Yin of a Chaste Woman· A Letter to Teacher Li Sikong in Dongping"
Forty-nine, love is afraid of being in love, looking forward to the long embankment, and the red heart is exhausted. I am moved with sorrow, and the green water falls in the yellow spring. Who can find the two places? ——Zhu Yizun's "High Balcony"
Fifty, my hometown is far away, when will I go? ——Zhou Bangyan's "Su Muzhe"
Fifty-one, there are tears but no words for late spring. ——Nv Huaishang "Reduced Words Magnolia Huaishan Huaiyin"
Fifty-two, hate into the empty curtain Luan shadow alone, tears condensed on the face of the lotus light, ruthless young regret thinking. ——Gu Xin's "Huanxi Sha·The Fragrance of the Lotus Wind and the Light Curtain"
Fifty-three, I can't see you alone in the end, and I know that I shed tears in vain. ——Li Bai's "Alone Without Seeing"
54. Opposite the ruthlessness are mountains and rivers. ——Xin Qiji's "Determining the Storm·Sending Fan Kuo off to Jiankang on the Banquet"
Fifty-five, don't worry about the late night rain and the lonely shadow of the small window light. ——Chen Ke's "Linjiang Immortal·Ten Years of Troubles in the Four Seas Are Not Understood"
Fifty-six, the humble concubine stays alone in the empty room, worried about the king and dare not forget it, and her clothes are stained with tears. ——Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing"
Fifty-seven. With tearful eyes, I asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. ——Ouyang Xiu "Butterfly Love Flower·How Deep the Courtyard"
Fifty-eight, where do you go in heaven and on earth? When old love and new dreams come, the light rain at dusk draws the curtains down. ——Zhang Shu's "Huanxi Sand·Pillow, Fumigator, Furnace and Embroidered Curtain"
Fifty-nine, moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk. ——Meng Haoran "Su Jiandejiang"
60. Who can feel the ruthlessness and hatred? When the moon is clear and the wind is about to fall. ——Lu Guimeng's "White Lotus"
61. The west wind is still shining, and the Han family mausoleum is shining. ——Li Bai's "Recalling Qin'e"
Sixty-two, the wild geese can't bear to listen to the sorrow, the clouds and mountains are like a guest. ——Li Qi's "Farewell to the Capital of Wei Wan"
Sixty-three. At dusk, the drums and horns sounded like Bianzhou. I went up to this building thirty years ago. ——Li Yi's "Shang Ruzhou County Tower"
Sixty-four, Wuzuo Niu Mountain is sad, and tears of sadness are stained with conjecture. ——Li Bai's "A Gentleman Thinks and Actions"
Sixty-five, when riding out of the suburbs on horseback, the eyes are wide open, and it is unbearable to see the daily depression of personnel. ——Du Fu's "Ambition"
66. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk. ——Li Shangyin's "Le Youyuan"
Sixty-seven. This year, I am most in a hurry for flowers. I seem to hate each other when I meet, and I feel sad and haggard. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Flower Prison·Plum Blossoms on Little Stones"
Sixty-eight, the melancholy jade flute urges you to say goodbye, and the orchids bloom, which is not a sad thing. ——Wen Tingshi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
Sixty-nine, lonely in the boudoir, an inch of soft intestine is full of sorrow. ——Li Qingzhao's "Red Lips: Boudoir Thoughts"
Seventy. We meet again in the depths of Qulan, and we tremble with tears. ——Nalan Xingde's "The Poppy·Meet Again Deep in the Qulan" Love Poems Expressing Emotions (70)
1. There is no predestined relationship in the previous life, and we are waiting to reunite and make wishes in the next life. ——Le Wan's "Bu Suanzi·Taishi"
2. I advise you to come to the drunken country frequently. This is a place where you have no worries and no hatred. ——Yan Jidao's "Spring in the Jade House·The carved saddle is good for the orioles to live in"
3. The red beans are placed on the exquisite dice, and I miss you deeply. ——Wen Tingyun's "Two Poems of Nan Gezi"
4. Since the farewell, the sighs have been endless, the cork tree is born towards spring, and the painstaking efforts grow with the day. ——"Song of the Four O'clock in the Midnight"
5. The clear water is vast and the clouds are vast, and the beauty is heartbroken without coming. ——Li Bai's "Early Spring Letter to Wang Hanyang"
6. 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. ——Yuan Zhen's "Li Si"
7. The beauty rolls up the bead curtain and sits deeply with frowning eyebrows. ——Li Bai's "Resentment"
8. The situation is so overwhelming that the boudoir hates it, walking and sitting with black eyebrows. ——Yan Xuan's "Bapai Man·Yunsuo Tender Yellow Smoke and Thin Willows"
9. 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"
10. Driving towards the cold furnace with a drunken jade vase, calling you to admire the light from the small window. ——Lu You's "Huanxisha·Hewujiuyun"
11. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, and I miss the red maple leaves. ——Li Yu's "Sauvignon Blanc·Yizhong Mountain"
12. Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and the moon, Chang Ming Dongjun. ——Li Qingzhao's "Celebrating the Qing Dynasty·Forbidden and Low-Level"
Thirteen. Weeping in the dim light with full hands, I heard that the neighbor's husband had returned. ——Yu Xuanji's "Girlfriend"
14. Don't refuse to say that beautiful vow just because it might change, and don't dare to ask for a heart-to-heart meeting just because you might be separated. ——Xi Murong's "Seal"
15. When couples say goodbye in Shihao Village, they shed more tears than in the Palace of Eternal Life. ——Yuan Mei's "Mawei"
16. Change my heart for yours, and we will know each other deeply and remember each other deeply. ——Gu Xun's "Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings"
17. Hating you is not like the moon in the river, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, we can only accompany each other without separation. ——Lv Benzhong's "Picking Mulberries: Hating the King is Not Like the Moon in the River Tower"
18. It is useless to be longing for lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness. ——Li Shangyin's "Six Untitled Poems·It"
19. When all the floating flowers and ripples are gone, I will be alone with you.
——Su Shi's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom·Xia Jing"
20. Secret lovesickness, nowhere to say, melancholy comes in the misty moon at night. ——Wei Zhuang's "Ying Tianchang·Bie Lai Half Year Old Music Book Jue"
21. Look carefully at a branch of beautiful flowers, and your heart will be like a bundle with thousands of weights. ——Su Shi's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom·Xia Jing"
22. I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to your love. ——Li Zhiyi "Bu Shuzi·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River"
23. Returning the king's pearls both shed tears, wishing they could not meet again when they were not married. ——Zhang Ji's "Yin of a Jiefu·A message to Master Li Sikong in Dongping"
24. When both the mandarin ducks are old, the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River are three thousand miles away. ——He Zhu's "Cherishing the Remaining Spring·Hard Rain Harvesting the Spring"
25. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time. ——Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
Twenty-six, embroidered sleeves, holding the qin, ascending to the gentleman's hall. ——Guan Xiu's "Shanzai Xing·Sad Ancient Songs and No Sound"
Twenty-seven. When the waning moon goes out, the beauty and the tearful words are spoken. ——Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man·A Farewell Night in the Red Mansion Is Melancholy"
28. The water smoke sinks in the beast's furnace, and the remaining flowers in the green marsh are written line by line in the biography of lovesickness. ——Zhang Kejiu's "Sai Hongqiu"
Twenty-nine, the dream breaks the head of the knife, the book opens the tail, and there is no need to miss lovesickness. ——Shi Dazu's "Qi Tianle·Mid-Autumn Stay at Zhendingyi"
Thirty, the fate of the world is just a little bit, looking back at the west wind and its traces have faded. ——Wu Wenying's "Liu Mo Ling·Qixi Festival in Yize Palace"
Thirty-one, spring is not enough, and it is difficult to express the sorrow of the boudoir. Who will take care of the piano? Winding paths lead through flowers to look for butterflies, and empty lanterns teach parrots by the sun. ——Yue Ke's "The River is Red·The Small Courtyard is Deep"
Thirty-two, desolate farewell, the last two echoes, the most overwhelming is the moonlight. ——Nalan Xingde's "Yu Meiren"
Thirty-three, the eyebrows are locked in the Sui Dynasty, and the heart is still in Liangyuan. ——Lu Zugao's "Banquet in Qingdu·Early Spring"
Thirty-four. In the back of the famous concubine with a blue hairpin, a faint lotus-faced king appears beside her. ——Zhang Qiongying's "Man Jiang Hong·Inscribed on Nanjing Yishan Station"
Thirty-five, lonely in the deep boudoir, an inch of soft intestine is full of sorrow. ——Li Qingzhao's "Red Lips: Boudoir Thoughts"
Thirty-six. After putting on makeup, I asked my husband in a low voice. ——Zhu Qingyu's "Recent Examination of Zhang Ji's Water Department"
Thirty-seven, I am exhausted for you, and there are hundreds of flowers. ——Wen Tingyun's "Nan Gezi·The Japanese fell into a low bun"
Thirty-eight, the falling flower man is independent, and the Wei Yuyan flies together. ——Yan Jidao's "Two Poems of Linjiang Immortal"
Thirty-nine, green damask quilt, don't remember the old steps of the golden boudoir. ——Chao Buzhi's "Moyuer·Donggao Residence"
40. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai"
Forty-one, I also made a period of lovesickness, the cold waves danced with sad red leaves, and I gave away the sculls. ——Wu Wenying's "Jie Wan Yu· Drunk Clouds and Awakening Rain"
Forty-two. There is a beauty here, and you will never forget it when you see her. If you don't see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy. ——Anonymous "Feng Qiu Huang·Qin Song"
43. Sima Xiangru lived in Zuoqiao in the west of the state, with Qintai Maoling in the north. After being sick, he still loved Zhuo Wenjun. ——Du Fu's "Qintai"
Forty-four, the huge waves of the Yangtze River make people cry, and the west wind blows the head all night long. ——Song Wan's "Blocking the Wind on the River"
Forty-five, Gu said Mrs. Qi, and she became a full-fledged woman. ——Li Bai's "The Mountain Man Encourages Drinking"
Forty-six. Since the king came out, who knows the precious mirror? Missing you is like a long river, I always hear the sound of whimpering. ——Xin Hongzhi's "Since the King's Coming"
Forty-seven, the stars look like they are not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night. ——Huang Jingren's "Two Qihuai Poems·Part
Forty-eight. You know that I have a husband, so you give me a pair of pearls. ——Zhang Ji's "Jie Fu Yin·A message to Master Li Sikong in Dongping"
Forty-nine, stop saying half a piece of paper without any weight, and I can bear all the sorrow of separation. ——Sister Chen Peng's "Two Songs to Send Outside"
Fifty, if there is a close friend who appreciates it, he will sing Yangchun all over the place without hesitation. ——Yan Shu's "Mountain Pavilion Willow·Gift to the Singer"
Fifty-one, sending lovesickness, cold rain light window, old lotus courtyard. ——Wu Wenying's "A Banquet in Qingdu·Autumn Feelings"
Fifty-two, unable to write about lovesickness, I flew away again in the cold waves. ——Zhu Yizun's "The Wild Geese in Changting Pavilion"
53. People who are not charming will be fascinated by their beauty, but beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. ——Huang Chang's "Collection of Hangzhou Sayings and Poems"
54. Acacia is without words, so don't waste your tears on the flower paper. ——Yan Jidao's "Three Songs of Partridge in the Sky"
Fifty-five, I missed the plum blossoms all night long, and suddenly I came to the window and suspected that it was you. ——Lu Tong's "Thinking"
Fifty-six. Since ancient times, passion has always been full of hatred, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up from. ——Shi Qing's "Anonymous Title on the Creek"
Fifty-seven, lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night. ——Zhang Jiuling "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"
Fifty-eight, looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. ——Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
Fifty-nine, do you know that he is a general from Shanxi and was once a member of the Poetry League. ——Liu Guo's "Qinyuanchun·Zhang Lufenqiu Reading"
60. Looking for a good dream is hard to come true. Who knows how I feel at this time. Tears fell in front of the pillow, rain fell in front of the curtain, and dripped into the morning through the window.
——Nie Shengqiong's "Partridge Sky"
61. I have never had time to miss lovesickness, and I will curse you all the time. ——Sichuan prostitute "Magpie Bridge Fairy·Speaking of Alliances and Oaths"
Sixty-two, the slanting moon shines on the curtains, recalling the king and dreaming. ——Mao Xizhen's "Bodhisattva Man·The courtyard is full of pear blossoms and the fragrant snow floats"
63. Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, the only thing in life is love that is hard to die. ——Wen Tingshi's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers"
64. Entering the door of my lovesickness, I know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness, long memories, short lovesickness, endless. ——Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
Sixty-five, the relationship between life and death is broad, and it is said with Zicheng. Hold your son's hand and grow old together. ——"The Book of Songs·Drumming"
Sixty-six. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground. ——Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Regret"
Sixty-seven, the beauty has long thought about the relationship, and I feel sad about it. ——Li Bai's "Breaking Willows"
Sixty-eight, what's the matter, Dongjun? ——Zhu Xiyan's "One Calyx Red·Plum Plum"
Sixty-nine, lovesickness has no cause, and looks forward to the cool breeze with regret. ——Li Bai's "If you break the lotus, you will get a gift"
Seventy, separation from hatred is like spring grass, and you can walk farther and still be alive.
——Li Yu's "Qing Ping Le"