I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing. ——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Lovesickness
Red beans grow in the southern country. How many branches will grow when spring comes? I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
When heaven and earth are united, I dare to be with you! ——Han Han Yuefu Shangxie
Shangxie! I want to know you and live a long life. There are no mausoleums in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, I dare to be with you!
I don’t know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. ——Cui Hu of the Tang Dynasty, titled Nanzhuang of the Capital City
Last year on this day, in this gate, the peach blossoms on the human face complemented each other in red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It means it is sunny or sunny. ——Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, Bamboo Branch Poems (3)
The willows are as green as the Qingjiang River, and I hear the singing on the Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It is either sunny or sunny.
Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but it was not clouds except Wushan. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Afraid of lovesickness, I already miss lovesickness, but when it’s my turn to miss lovesickness, I have no words to say, and there is a hint of love between my eyebrows.
Looking at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk, I miss you when I walk and miss you when I sit.
I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe"
Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don't know who is missing my autumn thoughts.
Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, the only thing in life is love that is hard to die. ——Wen Tingshi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
When will we know when we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night.
I miss you so much, but there is no place in the world to arrange it. ——Li Guan's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers"
Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch can become thousands of strands. ——"Spring in the Jade House"
Thousands of gold can buy a gift like a gift, but who can complain about this feeling? ——Xin Qiji's "Touching the Fish"
Even if you shed tears, your ability will eventually be traced, but you will find it difficult to express your words without words. ——Chen Duansheng's "Sending Abroad"
Half a piece of paper has no weight, and thousands of leaves and sorrows can be endured. ——Sister Chen Peng's "Two Songs to Send Outside"
Enter my lovesickness door, knowing that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless love.
Speechless, secretly missing each other, no one knows outside the two hearts. ——Bai Juyi
Life is full of love and obsession, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House"
When the ends of the earth are limited, there is only endless love. "Spring in the Jade House"
The geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water. It is difficult to convey the melancholy. - Yan Shu's "Two of the Two Qing Ping Le"
The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light Go to Zhuhu at dawn. ——Yan Shu's "Magpies Stepping on the Branches"
It is useless to be longing for lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness. "Third of the Six Untitled Poems"
Don't come to the half-year-old music book, an inch away from the intestines with thousands of knots. ——Wei Zhuang's "Ying Tianchang"
After being drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars.
Yu Shen Yan Yao Tianya Road, began to believe that separation in the world is painful. ——Dai Shulun's "Acacia Song"
Farewell is sad and stormy; lovesickness is painful, cold, frost and snow; the past is dotted with starry nights; waiting for tomorrow's colorful sky.