Love poems about Cui 1. Poems with Cui.
1. Meet Li Guinian at the lower reaches of the river.
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times.
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
2. Partridge sky rippling West Lake picking green apples
Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda
The rippling West Lake picks green apples. Whip the whip and mourn the world of mortals. Peach blossoms smile and warm the sun, and the wind in the willows is shallow.
Zhang Gongshui, a gloomy and lonely cloud. Affectionate contention seems to return to Jiang Chun. Cui Hui scrolls Yao Ji's dream, even if it fits, it is not real.
3. Gong Ci
Year: Song Author: Wang Jue
Shen Yan shook his head Jin Pu, and secretly put down the jade pot in Julien Town.
Zhao Chang was given a bird barrier recently, but I don't think Cui Bai supports the Lotus Map.
4. "Man Jiang Hongxiao laughed"?
Year: Song Author:
Laughing and carrying each other, as soon as I let go, the rabbit got up and fell. What's more, this is a lovely guest, but he has not been spared by the golden pheasant, where there are gorgeous jade-like stones and exquisite jade shores. Looking at the lake and soaking in the light, it's really beautiful. Clouds can be thin. Clouds can be sticky when they gather. It is expected that the mountain will return to the cave, and nothing will happen. After the romantic figure of Bilong left, the scenery in the stone window was deep in spring. After all, Handan and Meng Ke were shocked, but the cooking was not finished.
5. Eighteen years of Qinyuanchun
Year: Song Author:
In eighteen years, Huang Gong went down to Cui. Sighing how life is like, floating flowers are strangers, I can't support myself and sell the mirror bridge. The clouds are deep and the beams are clear, which does not bear the old shop of poplar branches. The host was good, but leaving a stone annoyed Peng Xuan. Don't sigh for next year. I won't throw four parties for the blue team. Miss the old friend, the old tour is like a dream, the wind is clear and the moon is bright, and the weeds are barren. Throwing without mercy, singing with hatred, the wall has been suppressed for a long time. Qiu Jiang was late, but the river was full and I died.
2. Love poems and Cui, Ya and Fang write a love poem.
There is only one best one left. Cui Houyun collects surf.
How many masters are there in Yayin's former residence?
Fragrant trees shed flowers and rest in the morning.
I live in a leisurely world.
Yong Zuo Huo Deyan returned to Beijing.
Far away, quiet, but happy.
Ai Junshi Le Jia Xingfa
When you come to the secular world, you like to change the proud English old people in Guthrie and Lu.
Liu Qingqing by Camp Yafu.
Fang Liujing is in love with Fu Gui.
I live in a world of fame.
Yongjia Chen Hou is curious
Away from home, the secret of nostalgia
It's good to love the landscape of Huainan.
You come to entertain the over-age landlord! ! ! If the answer is helpful to you, hello, please adopt it! I am on a mission! thank you
Help me write a poem about romantic love, starting with "I, love, you, Cui, Jin, Cheng".
1, I am a good family,
Love is loyalty to the Lord.
If you don't believe in love,
Brief introduction of the breeze in Cuiling.
Golden lotus honor,
Battlements must be tributes.
2. I died spiritually.
Love can't be done.
If you don't mind,
Cui Xia and his two brothers.
Golden ladies in February and spring,
The city is full of spring.
3. Historically,
Love is charming.
If you don't believe in love,
Brief introduction of the breeze in Cuiling.
Jinding is waiting for you to burn it,
The city is far from the sea and the moon.
4. I should know children.
An old official who loves Tang Yu.
If you don't believe in love,
Brief introduction of the breeze in Cuiling.
A golden wisp of painting opened,
The buildings on the edge of the city are located by the sea.
5. I have a good grasp.
I like this Tian She thing.
If you don't believe in love,
Brief introduction of the breeze in Cuiling.
The golden saddle moved to the garden,
A new one, a new body.
6. I am poor today.
Love can last forever.
If you don't mind,
Cui Shi's begging has arrived.
A golden wisp of painting opened,
Song Yuzhai on the edge of the city.