A poem describing self-love

The poem describing narcissism is as follows:

1, I gave my heart to the moon long ago, but the moon shines on the ditch. The fallen petal intentionally follows the flowing water, and the flowing water has no beloved fallen petal. -"Chronicle of Qing Poetry" Qian Zhonglian in Qing Dynasty.

Originally, I devoted all my efforts to the bright moon, but the bright moon didn't care, just showed no intuition in the ditch. Falling flowers are interested in being with running water, but running water doesn't care about falling flowers.

2. The clear autumn is thousands of miles away, the water goes with the sky, and the autumn is endless. -"Shui Deng Healthy Heart Pavilion" Xin Qiji in Song Dynasty.

Although the empty autumn sky is red, my heart is a thousand miles cold and desolate. The barren river can only drift with the tide. Where will it end? This autumn is endless, showing the author's self-love, but the river has no emotion.

3. Yue Ming Building exists independently. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears. -"Su Muzhe Nostalgia" Fan Zhongyan in Song Dynasty.

I don't want to look at the distance alone in the high-rise building on a moonlit night, raise a glass to drown my sorrows, and wash my sorrows with wine, but all of them turn into tears of acacia. This is also a kind of self-love that I fall in love with the moon, but the moon and I are both disappointed.

4. Clear autumn is a thousand miles away, and water goes to autumn with the day. -Xin Qiji, a poet of the Song Dynasty, "Shui Long Yin Deng Jian Kang Xin Ting"

Although the empty autumn sky is red as fire, my heart is desolate and stretches for thousands of miles. The barren river can only drift with the tide. Where will it end? This autumn is endless, expressing a poet's romantic self-mockery.

5. Yue Ming Building stands on its own feet. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears. -"Su Muzhe Nostalgia" Fan Zhongyan in Song Dynasty.

I don't want to see the distance alone in a tall building on a moonlit night. I raised my glass to drown my sorrows, but I finally washed away my sorrows with wine, but they all turned into acacia tears.