Unpopular and provocative poems
1. Flowers float and water flows, a kind of lovesickness and two idle worries. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, but it is in my heart that I frown. . ——Li Qingzhao's "Moon Full West Tower"
2. A pair of people from generation to generation, competing for two ecstasies. ——Nalan Rongruo's "Painting Spring·A pair of people in a lifetime"
3. I fell drunk for whom I woke up, and I still hate to say goodbye. ——Lv Benzhong's "Treading on the Shasha·Snow Like Plum Blossoms"
4. It reminds me of the cuckoo sleeping in front of the window, and the cuckoo calls again to urge it away. The old vows in the painting are like a letter, and the love of Du Mu is on the Zen couch. After the farewell, the lovesickness was empty, and it has been three lifetimes since we looked back. The clouds, the moon and the earth are still there, and the fragrance travels a hundred times in the sky. ——Huang Jingren's "Sense of the Past"
5. The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine. ——Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poems"
6. Holding hands while reading the moon pavilion, listening to the flute on the exposed bridge, and pondering the past, it is like tears dripping in a dream. ——Zhou Bangyan's "The King of Lanling"
7. There are thousands of lovesicknesses in one inch, and there is no place in the world to arrange it. ——Li Guan/Li Yu "Butterfly Love Flower·Spring Evening"
8. The fragrant ink is drawn in a curved manner, and the swallow fat is light and even. Wearing a blue shirt and apricot-yellow skirt, I lean alone against the jade lantern and touch my sandalwood lips speechlessly. The water flows empty when people leave, and the door is ajar with flying flowers. Where can I find the moving clouds in the chaotic mountains? Another crescent moon shines at dusk. ——Qin Guan's "Nan Gezi"
9. Because of the infinite beauty of the cloud screen, Fengcheng is afraid of the spring night despite the cold. Marry for no reason and get a golden son-in-law, but let him live up to the promise of early courtship. ——Li Shangyin's "Wei You"
10. I will meet this beloved man today or any other time. Zixi, Zixi, what a good person! ——"The Book of Songs·Tang Feng·Prepare"
11. Overlapping hate, overlapping hate, lingering hate, hate all over the night dressing room; accumulation of sorrow, accumulation of sorrow, endless sorrow, sorrow pouring into the jade pot; lazy dressing , lazy to dress up, lazy to set up, lazy to burn the golden beast. Teardrops, teardrops, tears, tears, tears that can’t stop flowing; my body is sick, my body is sick, I am sick, and I am sick in my heart. The flower sees me, and I see the flower, and the flower becomes thin and thin; the moon faces us, and we face the moon, and the moon becomes even shyer; talk to the sky, talk to the sky, and the sky is still worried. ——Liu Tingxin's "Water Fairy·Acacia"
12. In the season of flying flowers, weeping poplars in the alleys, and the east wind courtyard. The heavy curtains are still the same as before, but people peeking behind the curtains are far away. The orioles are singing at the bottom of the leaves, and the swallows are singing on the beams, and their sounds are accompanied by resentment. It's useless to miss each other, and I regret meeting each other in the first place. ——Zhu Yizun's "Remembering the Youth"
13. Since it is late to go to school in search of spring, there is no need to be melancholy and resentful. The strong wind wiped away all the crimson color, and the green leaves turned into shades and covered the branches. ——Du Mu's "Sighing the Flowers"
14. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, because the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. ——Li Shangyin "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"
15. The wild tang flowers have fallen, and the Qingming Festival has passed in a hurry. The east wind in the land deceives visitors from their dreams, and a pillow of cloud screen makes them feel cold and timid. Holding a wine cup on the curved bank, with hanging poplars tied to the horse, this place has never been seen before. The building is empty and people go, but Feiyan can talk about the old travel. I heard that at the east end of Qimo Road, pedestrians saw each other, and the moon was slender under the curtain. The spring river of old hatred flows continuously, and the new hatred clouds rise thousands of times. It is expected that in the Ming Dynasty, when we meet again in front of you, the flowers in the mirror will be difficult to break.
You should also be surprised to ask: How many years have you lost your hair recently?——Xin Qiji's "Niannujiao·Shu Dongliu Village Wall"