1. Poems about lovers
1. I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground
2. If the love lasts for a long time, How come it’s day and night?
3. I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River; I miss you every day and don’t see you, but I drink the water of the Yangtze River. When will this water stop? When has this hatred ended? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love for you.
4. Hold your hand and grow old with me!
5. 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!
6. I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved 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.
7. It is difficult 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. Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.
When I look into 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.
8. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time! -
9. I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind.
10. When you asked about the return date, the autumn pond was filled with rain at night in Bashan. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and say that it rains at night in Bashan?
11. The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, the showers are beginning to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia.
Holding hands and looking at the tears in the eyes, there was no rain in them. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and neglected in the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon.
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?
12. Sima Guang Xijiang and the moon are fighting each other as if they are not seen, how can being affectionate seem to be ruthless
13. Li Zhiyi, the divination operator, only hopes that your heart will be like mine, and he will live up to his love
14. The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, and this hatred will last forever. 2. Poems about lover's resentment
The moonlight is clear, and I feel sad for a long time.
The cold moonlight cannot wash away sorrow, the heart is desolate, and the night is still young. I walk alone, worried like a wolf, thinking about it now, painting the west window of the building, hoping to chase the shadow of the moon and accompany you forever.
Once upon a time, it was difficult for the sea to be eliminated by water. Wushan was not a cloud. I looked back lazily in the bushes, half-married to Taoism, half-married to the king. After washing myself, I relied on Wangjiang Tower alone. All the thousands of sails that have passed are not the same, the afterglow is long and the water is long, the heart is broken, the lovesickness of Bai Pingzhou is day and night, the vastness is like flowing waves.
I’m afraid of lovesickness, I’m already lovesick, but when it’s my turn to miss lovesickness, I have no words to say, and there is a hint of love between my eyebrows. The clear wind and rain are mourning the distant night, and the passers-by are fighting against the wind and sand. The princess plays the pipa with deep resentment and hears the neighbor's wife crying all night long, which makes me feel sad.
I asked why, but the soldiers did not return from the battle. How deep is the resentment of a beauty? She relies on the Golden Pavilion with affection.
No more words, red tears fell in both directions. Longshou complained about the Western Expedition, while Lingnan geese looked northward.
Pedestrians and flowing water are heading toward the center of Fujian. Tears dried up, my face turned red, my heart turned white and I bowed my head.
From then on, I knew my resentment, and I never believed in my sorrow. I regret my original wish to be alone.
After years of price, 20% of the resentment. If you cross the water and Wushan Mountain, you can play like a barrier.
Nai looked up alone and carelessly. Watch the fireworks and listen to the string instruments.
Pictures of laughter and heartbreak. I show off my paintings during the update, and force myself to read letters frequently.
They compete with each other and meet each other closely. Several golden chrysanthemums and hibiscus.
Lingluo is heartbroken. I don’t know how much resentment and tears weep in the east wind.
After the people dispersed, the moon was bright. The night is cold.
Xie Niang lies down in sorrow, Pan Ling sleeps leisurely, how can the past be so poor. When the broom is opened, the golden palace is opened, and the fan is lingering for a while.
The jade face is not as bright as the color of a jackdaw, but still carries the shadow of the sun. Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch it alone in my boudoir.
I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an. Silently, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard.
Constant cutting and confusion are the sorrow of divorce, not the ordinary feeling in the heart. The flowers in the forest have faded their spring reds, it’s too hasty, and the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.
When will the tears of rouge and drunkenness last? Naturally, life grows and hates water forever! When are spring flowers and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back at the bright moon. The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed.
How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. How much hatred was in my dream last night.
It still feels like the old days of swimming in Shangyuan, with cars flowing like water and horses like dragons, and the moon full of flowers and the spring breeze. How many tears, the broken face regained its expression.
Don’t talk about your worries with tears. The wind and the wind will not blow when you cry, and your heart will be broken. How can we avoid sorrow and hatred in life, and how can we limit our ecstasy and loneliness.
The dream of returning to the motherland brings tears to my eyes. Who can go up to the tall building? I will always remember the autumn scenery. The past has become empty and is still like a dream.
The past can only be sad, but it is difficult to look back at the scene. In the autumn wind, moss invades the steps of the courtyard, and a row of beaded curtains is not rolled up. Who will come all day long? The beauty rolled up the bead curtain and sat deeply with her eyebrows furrowed.
But when I see wet tears, I don’t know who I hate. Where did the two carps come from, how could they not find the book in their belly? The apricot blossoms are melancholy in the spring rain, and I look forward to the end of February in the south of the Yangtze River.
Eternal Xiangjiang Bamboo. What's the point of endless regrets? Bamboo shoots grow every year.
Just a lot of tears! The cold lights are dimmed and brightened again, and the distant village watch is interrupted for the first time through the window. If the jade tower can take pity on me, the golden house can still call you.
But if Luan Jiaoqi is reincarnated, there is no need to resent him for three lifetimes. I chanted notes to check and burn them to death, but I did not leave my name to the world.
When a lonely man is drunk and has not tuned his harp, who can ask for good music from the phoenix? The makeup pavilion has dragged its green mirror shadow, and the night stand should embrace the old man and sing. The thin edge is like the moon but still missing together, and the old dreams are like clouds and cannot be found.
Looking back at the setting sun in the pine house, the sky is filled with lush greenery and the shadow of thousands of peaks. Sleeping in spring, just getting up.
Self-pocketing shoes, standing near the east wind. The embroidered curtain is trying to hook people, but they don't come and linger.
Are the crabapples in bloom or not? I didn't expect Xiaohan to be so severe. Smoke and rain freeze.
You must have a dream of spring. It's very prosperous, so it's a little late.
If you lose to him, Bitao will be easy to spend. The curved railings are low and the courtyard is locked, so people are tired of combing their clothes at night.
The sea of ??hatred is vast, and I feel that I have fallen. It was so troublesome to clear the lights, but dusk came and another shadow was added.
The worst. Even though I mean to pity you, you still don't understand how to pity me.
Why is there a book window, sitting and walking with me? Calculating to drive away and deal with difficulties, avoiding the current is easy, covering up with ropes, pushing down with embroidered curtains.
After the illness started in the new autumn, I was too lazy to embroider in the quiet window. After unwrapping the dowry and unwrapping the medicine, I just sorted out the bookmarks.
The skinny bones are cold first, and the clothes are gradually added in the evening. The waiter really understood the matter and went deep into the north curtain.
Make-up makes you regret too much, but your dream turns out to be sad; it is not as good as Yang Huayi. Spring is flying everywhere.
Autumn in the South is deep and there is nothing to be done about it. I am holding a few red beans and rubbing them. Tiredness is a heartless thing, who gives him leisure and sorrow?
Two poems by Dian Cun Lip 1. A branch of spring resentment welcomes spring and sends away thousands of miles of cold winter clouds. With a loyal heart, who are you searching for? Ask the man: Who is the man in the dream? Light up your rosy lips, droop your temples, and wear my green skirt.
2. Every word in the Western Window Candle Cutting Picture is sad, and there are traces of tears everywhere in the writing. Every sentence is ecstatic, and the face is full of sorrow.
Before I could finish a word, there was a strong west wind outside the window. Is it tolerable, which one is intolerable? Sigh that the world of mortals is rolling in.
4. In the picture of a lady, tears are rolling down the world of mortals, sighing that time is hard to track down. If you don't see your husband, who will you rely on at home? Three hundred and sixty days a year, I hate my heart and my sweetheart.
Wearing my green skirt tonight. Speak out jade sounds and open your red lips.
Dancing with the wind, accompanied by the Yao Qin. Have you ever heard the voice of a person wandering in a foreign land? May 4th, Su Muzhe? Do you know how many worries, sorrows, and tears flowed only to my heart, and I stayed awake all night? I'll ask for it again tomorrow morning and take you to the village.
I once asked, what do you want? With serious words and sincere heart, I advise you not to travel far away. At night, I went up to the highest building alone, surrounded by the cold wind, waiting alone.
Forty-six, the sapphire case? Yin Zhaosen came to see each other under the bright moon from thousands of miles away, but his thoughts were affected by mistake. Don't hold your white hair in front of the mirror, your thoughts are like the sea, surging.
The weather is calm. Ups and downs in the same dream, who is responsible for life and death? The ruthless years are the most ruthless: a long night, sitting alone, sighing until dawn.
Forty-seven, walking on the sand? The picture of a lady with hairpins sends away loneliness and welcomes prosperity. For whom do you compete for beauty and for whom do you become popular? Duoduo is full of tears of lovesickness, Duoduo accompanies me to drift away.
Bid farewell to the cold night and welcome the dawn. The fragrance of flowers fills the city.
Every strand is love, and every branch and leaf is full of love. 3. What are the beautiful sentences about "lock"?
1. "Lock of the same heart!" It is a symbol of eternal knots and growing old together. I picked up a few locks and observed them carefully, and found that the locks were in various shapes and sizes. Some of them are the older ones, which seem to have become rusty after being exposed to the sun and rain. You can vaguely see the names and dates of two people engraved on the black lock surface.
2. Time is the touchstone for testing love. The concentric lock that hopes to lock two hearts really seems too weak in the face of the right and wrong of a pair of lovers in their ordinary years. After the curtain call of each other's vows, mutual trust, appreciation, understanding, and care are the locks of love that allow the two to walk hand in hand into the besieged city and reach the end of their lives. Unfortunately, at this time, they are probably no longer the original "Romeo" and "Juliet", and instead they are often just a pair of ordinary eating and drinking men and women.
3. People often say that a key opens a lock, but a concentric lock has no keyhole.
That is to hope that our love is impeccable! Buy a concentric lock, solemnly engrave your name and the date of the day with the girl you like, and then happily lock it under the Hongshan Tower. What a romantic thing it is! And from that moment on, the little red tower became a witness of our love! And make a beautiful wish in my heart: No matter how many difficulties and dangers we encounter, our love will be as indestructible as the concentric lock!
That moment was romantic, sacred and solemn! The moment the concentric lock is locked, you have made your solemn promise to her (him)! 4. Verses about the word "lock"
Verses about the word "lock":
1. The east wind does not agree with Zhou Lang, and the bronze bird spring locks Erqiao deeply. (Du Mu's "Red Cliff")
2. After the dream, the tower is high and locked, and the curtain is low when one is sober. (Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal")
3. The jade tower is locked in a deep lock for those who are ruthless. Who can resist in the clear night? (Qin Guan's "Memories of Old Friends in Taoyuan")
4. When people think of Wuling, they are far away, and the smoke locks the Qin Tower. (Li Qingzhao's "Reminiscences of Playing the Flute on the Phoenix Platform")
5. The spirit relaxes the screen, and the ambition is forgotten. (Liu Zongyuan's "Construction of the Western Pavilion of Fahua Temple")
6. When wearing new makeup, it is appropriate to face the Zhulou Tower, locked in the spring scenery and the sorrow of the courtyard. (Liu Yuxi's "Spring Poems")
7. Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard.
(Li Yu's "Happy Meeting") 5. Chen Yipeng's "Lover's Lock" Lyrics
Song: Lover's Lock
Singer: Chen Yipeng
Produced by Lin Jinyao
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The red thread turns into an iron rope and never falls in spite of the rain
People in the world have their own control over their marriage
Climbing high at night
A piece of tasting Read all the articles on myths in the world
Gather a handful of vicissitudes
Slowly stroll with the fragrance of grass and trees
Couples share the bumpy journey together
The sea of ??clouds and smoke Seeing the setting sun
Taibai fights drunkenly, a little bit crazy
Lovers' locks at Tiandu Peak
May marriage be supported by the railing
The most bitter knot after wind and rain< /p>
Thousands of locks and thousands of mills
Huangshan knots the same promise
I pray for help for life
You are not enough
I hope that all living beings will make a promise to the end of the sea of ??clouds
Love in the world
It is said that God is the one who pulls the string, but it is also the wish of people
How many lovers have made their long-cherished wish
This mist is vast
Snow, rain, wind and frost
Welcoming guests on the jade bed with pine trees
Dream-like fantasy
Mountaineering in distant mountains becomes a mystery The ropeway is long
Whose melancholy is engraved on the ancient rock
Only the beautiful scenery can be seen but no injuries
When Peng Ju encounters a white ape, do not use a sword or a spear
Lianhua Peak Lover's Lock
The sky welcomes Zuo
Holding hands and growing old together
Through wind, frost, snow and rain
Thousands of years Even if we think we are too thin
Commit to the same heart
Seek support for life
Use a lock to entrust us
Huangshan knot love lock
< p> The promise of marriage is supported by the railingHolding hands and growing old together
The wind, frost, snow and rain have passed
Thousands of years have been too thin
Concentric Promise
I pray to you for the rest of my life
I entrust you with a lock
I hope that all living beings will make a promise to the end of the sea of ??clouds
Produced by Lin Jinyao
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