The ancient poems that I secretly love but dare not say are as follows:
1. The clouds want clothes and flowers to make me look good, and the spring breeze blows over the threshold to reveal Hua Nong.
2. I thought my heart was like a bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch.
3, I will tether my horse to a river willow, where to wait for a good wind in the southwest.
4. Affection is only in spring, and it's better to be away from others.
5. The fallen flowers intentionally follow the flowing water, but the flowing water has no intention of falling flowers.
6. I know well enough naught can come of this lovliness, yet how it serves to ease my heart!.
7, the sky is not old, the feeling is hard to break, the heart is like a double screen, with Qian Qian knots in it.
8. You live at the head of the Yangtze River, and I live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water.
9. It seems that this star was not last night. For whom did the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night as a rock and my concubine as a thin reed?
1. Claudia's gentle knocking makes her feel worried about the beautiful woman again. Only when I see a heady smile day after day, can I get rid of my depression.