The most beautiful ancient poems: poems with endless aftertaste

Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.

? -Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Tower Spring"

Sauvignon Blanc is like a memory, but short acacia is infinite.

If I had known that acacia was tied in my heart like this, it would not be like you didn't know.

? -Li Bai's autumn wind poem

Life is like the wind,

Joy is sporadic, and sadness is sporadic.

They are all doing Lianjiang and Dianping.

? -Wang Guowei's "Picking Mulberry Seeds"

Four corridors and an inch of acacia land, the moon is lonely.

The background light and the moon are gloomy,

It's been ten years.

-Nalan Rong Ruo's Yu Meiren.

Linglong dice Ann Hericium erinaceus,

Do you know if you miss each other deeply?

? -Wen's "Yang Liuzhi"

I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth.

When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.

-Du Qiuniang's "Witch"