Red crisp hands, yellow wine. Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.
Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Momomo.
Tang wan chai feng
The world is thin and human feelings are evil. Rain makes flowers fall easily at dusk. The breeze is dry and the tears are residual. If you have to worry, just say it alone. Difficult, difficult, difficult.
People become different. Today is not yesterday. A sick soul tastes like a thousand miles. The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy. Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide.
The first poem was written by Lu You to Tang Wan, and the second was Tang Wan's reply.
2. What ancient poems describe the grief of ancient women who lost their loved ones?
Red crisp hands, yellow wine. Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.
Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Momomo.
Tang wan chai feng
The world is thin and human feelings are evil. Rain makes flowers fall easily at dusk. The breeze is dry and the tears are residual. If you have to worry, just say it alone. Difficult, difficult, difficult.
People become different. Today is not yesterday. A sick soul tastes like a thousand miles. The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy. Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide.
The first poem was written by Lu You to Tang Wan, and the second was Tang Wan's reply.
In ancient times, I couldn't lose my beloved poem. I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you! -Han Yuefu folk song "Evil"
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... —— Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -Liu Yong, "Dead Hua Lian, Living in a Dangerous Building"
Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. If I didn't go to see you, didn't you receive my letter? -The Book of Songs. Ji Zi "
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early. You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day. I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. I am far away from you, and you are far away from me. I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. Become a butterfly, look for flowers every night and live in the grass. -Inscription of Tongguan Kiln Porcelain in Tang Dynasty
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. -"Bu Operator" Li Chi Ngai
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -The Book of Songs. Knock-knock "
4. Ask someone to find a poem. I forgot the words of time.
I can't say what I love.
I lost the right to sing.
But I got a vicissitudes of life.
I lost my wings to fly.
It also broke the weapon of thought.
I lost the scenery in my dream.
But I got the rope of memory.
I lost Chang 'e and Yutu.
But I didn't get WU GANG's wine
I lost the night and the stars.
I didn't get the reward of the moon either.
I lost the fable of spring.
But I got the pain of summer
I lost the trust of the director.
I can't be an actor anymore.
I lost an apple tree.
And lost a forest.
I lost your laughter.
My heart will die slowly
I lost you.
My life will be miserable.
Maybe I lost my soul.
My heart is empty.
I can't say that I have lost my love.
But I saw my tombstone, hoping to adopt it, hehe.
5. Poems about the death of a loved one Hello, I thought of some mourning poems, hoping to help you.
Li Si (4) Tang Yuanzhen
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Song of the partridge sky He Zhu
Overcoming the door is wrong, what is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.
The original grass, the first dew, the old habitat new ridge. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night!
"Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's dream of the 20th day of the first month" stone
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
Qing Na Lan Xing De in Golden Melody: Reflections on the Death of a Dead Woman
When was this hatred? Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless. Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it. If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on. I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse. When it's over, he'll know himself. I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again. Clear tears, confetti.
6. Poems that express inner pain and lose lovers' feelings ~ The falling flowers at the literary point deliberately drift with the tide.
Running water mercilessly buries fallen flowers.
Sadness hurts the most because of love,
Always heartless and hurt.
God is heartbreaking,
Why is bad luck always with you?
At this time, the scene is gaunt,
It's hard to look back.
What is love, how much sadness,
what is love ?
How many heroes are there in the world,
I have to leave my soul for emotion.
Love can be touching or hurtful.
Quitters are fearless and determined.
The lingering desire is soft around the fingers,
Only bones are left to bury the green hills.
I dare not call myself a hero,
Be kind to your health.
Love binds people and makes them crazy.
One day they will fly separately.
A bolt from the blue,
There are thousands of thoughts in my heart to be weak.
Fortunately, life is accompanied by a bosom friend.
Sleeping alone again.
The stars are dim and the years are long.
The meteor flashed.
If love is dull for a long time,
What a sweet night it is in spring.
The limited legacy of spring night has been exhausted,
Leave the skin empty for yourself.
Unfortunately, life is heartbreaking,
Directly turn arsenic into white sugar.
People have no desire to survive,
Want to die in the grave.
Think about how your parents feel,
Live to repay this kindness.
Although I'm not dead, my heart is dead.
Deliberately released into the wild, hiding in the city.
The world of mortals turned a deaf ear,
My ears are very upset.
Shuang Ye blindfolded, composed himself,
The world of mortals can't roll.
May the sun spread its wings and fly,
Wan Li's time is over.
There are no cloud cranes on the wasteland,
Licking the wound alone, heartbreaking.
There's a long day ahead,
This feeling is a long-term memory.
With an empty heart for beauty,
Spring dreams wake up without a trace.
What a pity!
I only hate this kind of life! Damn it! Damn it!