China's nine most beautiful ancient love poems show how the ancients expressed their love.

Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance.

For thousands of years, only love words are the most difficult to understand.

An ancient love poem, an unforgettable love.

It's always amazing. ......

You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.

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.

Bu operator

Li Chi Ngai

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.

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I want to know you and live a long life.

There are no tombs in the mountains, rivers are exhausted, and Lei Zhen is in winter.

Summer rain and snow, heaven and earth close, but dare to break with you!

A hard trek

You walk, walk, walk all the time, thus separating your life from mine.

Since then, you and I have traveled thousands of miles, I am in heaven, and you are in heaven.

It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and it will be safe.

North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch.

The longer they are apart, the wider they become and the thinner they become.

Wandering clouds cover the sun, and wanderers are reluctant to return in foreign countries.

Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end.

There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.

Queqiaoxian

Qin Guan

The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.

When the golden wind meets the dew, it will win, but there are countless people in the world.

Tender as water, ritual like a dream, you can go home from the bridge!

It's been a long time, and it's still there, day and night

Qiu Yan ci

Yuan Haowen

Ask what love is in the world and teach life and death.

Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.

Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.

If you have something to say, Wan Li has a cloud.

Qian Shan sunset snow, only to whom.

Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.

What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.

The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.

For generations, for poets,

Singing and drinking, visiting Qiu Yan.

Jiangchengzi

Su Shi

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 estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.

Lisi

Yuan Zhen

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.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Liu Yong

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.

In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.

I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless.

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.