In daily study, work or life, everyone inevitably comes into contact with some familiar poems, which are full of the author's thoughts and feelings and rich imagination. What poems have you read? The following is a poem I compiled for you about love when it snows. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.
Poor bones by the river, I am still a dream girl.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Homesickness, Lanzhou urges hair. Holding hands, staring at each other with tears, speechless and choking (Liu Yong's Lin Yuling)
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
Holding hands, I miss the Moon Pavilion and smell the flute on the bridge. I miss the past, dreaming, and crying like rain (Zhou Bangyan's The Warrior Lanling). If you don't miss life, you will miss it and hurt it.
Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months.
A thousand daughters buy each other like gifts. Who can complain about this situation?
The haggard Jiangnan is tired and unbearable, and is eager to straighten out the strings (Zhou Bangyan's Man Ting Square)
People feel sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental.
Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
The mountains have no edges, the rivers are endless, the Lei Zhen in the East, the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are in harmony, dare to decide with you.
I want to know you and live a long life. The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth become one can we break with you.
Why don't you wear a red skirt in the back of the car when you go for a walk in Dongshan Cloud? Luo Yiquan was in tears, so he kept silent and gave it to the king. You live in a painted building by the river, and my concubine lives in a cape to send tide. There are my homesick tears in the tide, but they don't flow in front of the building. My concubine is willing to draw a picture for the cloud, and you promise to see her come home on the 10th. I'm afraid you'll look back at the high city and lean against the tower to watch the sunset.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. -Ouyang Xiu's Two Liang Zhu Poems
The fallen flowers have danced over the flowers and sent yellow flowers to rain. Xiao Lai's courtyard is half red, but the sky is clear, with a thousand feet of hair. Yin joined hands with him and drank a glass of wine. Beauty doesn't have to gather her eyebrows, and I'm sentimental, but when I quit drinking!
On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off. The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower. Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears. -Fan Zhongyan's Su Muzhe
In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent. (Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian")
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
After the New Year, it should be a good morning and a good scene. Even if there are thousands of bells in Qian Qian, who can you tell (Liu Yong's Lin Yuling)
Everyone says, like Iraq, how can it be like a slave (from "Pinling")
Affectionate feelings hurt separation since ancient times, and it is even worse to neglect the autumn festival (Liu Yong's Lin Yuling)
It's not the moon that hates you, it's east, west, north and south. East, west, north and south, only each other.
Red bean shrubs grow in the south. In spring, they sprout many branches and take them home for a hug. Because of me, this thing is even more lovesick.
Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.
There is also a small peach and plum garden, leaving flowers for you to return.
There is no doubt about love when you are married.
If the road dust is raised and the cement is muddy, when can we meet in harmony?
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Wangfu, the river is long; A woman turned to stone and never looked back. After days of rain, pedestrians turn to stones. Ten years of life and death are endless. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -The Book of Songs by Anonymous. The wind. Drumming "he was born with a passion, and there is no room for acacia in the world." -Kuang Zhouyi's "Reducing the Word Huanxisha"
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. At this point, the night is awkward. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
One is Xianpa in Yuen Long, and the other is flawless jade. If there is no strange fate, I will meet him again in this life; If you say there is a strange fate, how can you be worried? -Cao Xueqin's Bridled Eyebrows
There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy. -Anonymous "Huang. Qin Ge was originally written in Tian Zi, two branches of a tree on the earth where it grew together. ..
This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends. -Zheng Chouyu's Farewell
Repeated tears seal the word, and life is only difficult to die. -Wen, "The Recent Flowers"
Before your honor, I intend to say the date of my return, but before I say anything, I will swallow it painfully. -Ouyang Xiu's Lou Yuchun
On this day last year, in this door, people's faces and peaches set each other off in red. People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. The moon is high in the sky, the building is dusty and muddy. When shall we meet? Poetry describing love.