Ancient poems about longing for love

1. Li Yu's "Yu Meiren": "When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do we know about the past. The east wind blew again in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the moonlight. The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there, but the beauty is beautiful Change. How much sorrow can you have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward? 2. Xin Qiji's "Qingyu Case Yuanxi": "The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down, and the stars are like stars." It's raining. The car is full of fragrance. The phoenix is ??playing, the jade pot is spinning, the moths are dancing in the snow and the willows are golden. The crowd is looking for him thousands of times, but suddenly I look back, but there he is. Where the lights are dim. "

3. Su Shi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers": "The flowers are faded, red and green, and the apricots are small. When the swallows fly, there are few willow trees on the branches in the sky. Grass. There are people walking outside the wall, and the smiles of the beautiful women gradually fade away. They are passionate but are ruthlessly annoyed. "

" The cicadas are chilling. It's late in the pavilion, and the rain has just begun to subside. I'm nostalgic, looking at each other with tears in my eyes, thinking about it, thousands of miles away, and the sky is covered with mist. Since ancient times, I have been so sentimental about farewell that I can’t stand the cold autumn festival! Where can I wake up from the willow bank, the dawn wind and the moon? Even if there are thousands of beautiful scenes, who can I say?" /p>

5. Zhou Bangyan's "Youth Travel": "The sword is like water, Wu Yan beats the snow, and the slender finger breaks the new orange. The brocade is warm at first, and the scent of beasts is constant. They sit opposite each other and tune the sheng. Ask in a low voice, to Who is staying? It's already three o'clock in the city. The horses are slippery and the frost is thick. It's better to leave. There are only a few people walking." Company camp. Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings are heard outside the wall, and the soldiers are dispatched on the battlefield. The bow is as fast as a thunderbolt, and it is a shame to win the king's world. "

7. Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong": "The anger is soaring, and the rain is resting at the balcony. Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, strong and fierce. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and peace. Month. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, and the shame is still there; the hatred of the ministers will be destroyed, and the Helan Mountains will be broken. , Clean up the old mountains and rivers, and look up to the sky.

8. Su Shi's "Shui Diao Ge Tou": "When will the bright moon come?" Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dance and clear the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world! Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.