Poems about dying for love
Four poems from Yantai · Li Shangyin's spring scenery slowly wanders east and west, and his beloved soul cannot be found for a few days.
The honey house is full of love, and we know each other everywhere. The warm glow is late in the peach tree to the west, and the high servant girl stands in front of the peach servant girl.
Where are the male dragons and female phoenixes? The sky is also confused by the messy silk threads. When you are drunk, the sun is like the first dawn, and you can hear the lingering words in your dreams.
I am worried that the iron net will destroy the corals, and the vast sea and sky will confuse the place. The belt is ruthlessly wide and narrow, and the spring smoke is white from the blue and autumn frost.
After researching the elixir and breaking the stone, Heaven does not know, and I hope that the souls of the poor will be locked up in Heaven’s prison. The casing is wrapped in a single silk yarn, and the fragrant skin is cold and lined with a jade pendant.
Today the east wind is unstoppable and turns into a dim light into the West Sea. In the summer, the rain curtain in the front pavilion is not rolled up, and the fragrant trees in the back hall are shady.
The scenery in Stone City is like a yellow spring, and the sky is empty in the middle of the night. The silk fan calls to the wind and closes the sky, and the light curtain of green curtains spins the waves.
Does the lonely soul of Shu have company? A few nights of miasma bloomed with kapok flowers. The flowing shadows and light of Gui Palace are hard to come by, and the soft words of Yan Xun orchid break through.
Zhi taught Yin Han to fall into his arms and did not send Xing Fei to come and go. The turbid water and the clear waves have different origins. The water of the Ji River is clear and the Yellow River is muddy.
Ande's skirt is lifted up by the mist, and she holds the cloud in her hand and calls out to the emperor. The autumn moon is full of waves, the sky is wet, and all the cool toads have fallen, and the few stars have entered.
The cloud screen does not move to hide the solitary sleep, and the kite flies anxiously in the West Tower all night. I want to weave lovesickness flowers and send them far away, but I miss each other all day long but resent each other.
But the sound of the Big Dipper is heard, and the water of the long river is not clear and shallow. The goldfish locks off the red osmanthus spring, and in ancient times the dust was covered with mandarin ducks and yew.
It is sad that the small garden is a long road, but the jade tree has no pity for the people who lost the country. Yao Qin is stunned and hidden in Chu Nong, Yue Luo is cold and thin, gold and mud are heavy.
The parrot with the curtain hook is frightened by the frost at night, evoking the dream of clouds in the south. The two characters are combined with a ruler, and the place where we met in Xiang and Sichuan is recorded.
Ge Lip held the rain in her mouth all her life, but it was a pity that the fragrance died in her hands. In winter, when the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, the female phoenix flies alone and the female dragon is left alone.
The white rocks of the Qingxi River are not facing each other, and the green and wild fields are far away in the hall. The frost and flowers on the frozen wall are hidden, and the fragrant roots are cut off and the fragrance is dead.
When riding the waves, I recall the toad, but the moon goddess may not be the moon goddess. Chu Guan's barbaric strings are full of sorrow, and he is dancing in the empty city with his waist propped up.
At that time, joy was sold in the palm of my hand, twin sisters with peach leaves and peach roots. The broken servant girl fell into Ling Chaohan, the white jade swallow hairpin and the golden cicada.
The windmill and the rain will not go away, and the candles will cry red and complain about the dawn. Jinse Li Shangyin's Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss. Untitled Part 2 Li Shangyin A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond.
The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well. Mr. Jia peeked behind the curtain, Young Master Han, and Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei.
In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray. In the spring rain, I lie down in the white clothes of the New Year, and the white door is so lonely and unsatisfactory.
The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead foil floating lantern returns alone. The long journey should be sad in the late spring, and I still have vague dreams in the remaining night.
How can the jade seals and seals be reached? A wild goose flies in the clouds thousands of miles away. Untitled and heavily draped, it is deep in the Mochou Hall. After lying down, the night is slender.
My life as a goddess was just a dream, and my sister-in-law had no husband. The wind and waves do not believe that the water chestnut branches are weak. Who teaches the fragrance of osmanthus leaves to the moon dew?
It’s useless to be longing for lovesickness, but it’s frivolous to feel melancholy. It's hard to say goodbye when we meet each other without a title, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and candles will not dry until they turn to ashes. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting. The untitled phoenix tail incense is several layers thin, and the green dome is met late at night.
Shan Cai Yue is so embarrassed that he can’t hide his shame, and the car is driving and the sound of thunder can’t make sense. It used to be lonely, fragrant and dark, with no news and pomegranate red.