Ask the world what love is and teach life and death.
May I be like a star, like the moon, shining every night.
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.
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Endless acacia tears cast red beans, endless spring flowers bloom all over the building.
Acacia is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far as the sky.
Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc.
Acacia plum blossom hair all night, suddenly went to the window suspected to be a gentleman.
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.
Looking back on your husband's love, I feel tears growing in my eyes.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.
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.
It's hard to feel that the geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water.
Before your honor, I intend to say the date of my return, but before I say anything, I will swallow it painfully.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. Ladies make gentlemen.
Tears can be chased after, but incoherent words are hard to send.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
People enter the river like the wind, and love enters the river and rain.
Thinking of you is like a candle, frying your heart and containing your tears.
Thin shadow self-pity autumn waters clear, you have to pity me, pity you.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
He is infatuated with love, and there is no place in the world where he misses it.
A piece of paper and a half have no weight, and thousands of people can bear sorrow.
There is no doubt about love when you are married.
Acacia has no words, don't waste your tears on flowers.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment.
Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
Hate is not as good as believing, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep.
If you seek a beautiful dream, it is hard to come true. Who knows my mood at this time? Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain drop through a window.
Under the moon that year, we were drunk like scenes of dreams, and the gentle breeze blew you and me.
My heart is full of stones, but I can't turn it around. I'm full of bandits. I can't get involved.
I also shed a bowl of heartless tears, and I hate shaving without meeting.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
The beast furnace sinks hookah, and pieces of green marsh flowers write the biography of acacia.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
I haven't received your letter for half a year. I miss you like a thousand miles. Every inch of sorrow and every minute of sorrow are pulling my heart.
I don't know if Sloan hates Mandy.
Who can complain about loneliness? Foreword is always faint.
Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times.
The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking.
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.
Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
There is no arrangement in the world for an inch of acacia.
How can we be heartless if we don't see each other?
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
People feel sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental.
I am bent on leaving home and worried to death.
I miss you twice all day, and I am exhausted for you.
I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou.
The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
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.
Only the night will be very long, which is a lifelong worry in your brow.
My concubine looks like a beard mountain in my eyes, and Lang looks like a stone Buddha.
I've been heartbroken since we broke up last time. Now I can only meet you in my dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows?
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk.
Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water.
Love is fear of thinking. Looking at the long beach, the grass is full of heart. It's hard to find two places when you are sad to sing.
A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was as fleeting as this peach blossom, and infinite sadness was like this endless river of water.
If my bosom friend appreciates it, I won't refuse to sing the most difficult and elegant songs for him.
There are many lovesickness, but the ends of the earth are not long.
Away from hate, like spring grass, you are still alive as you go further and further.
He is infatuated with love, and there is no place in the world where he misses it.
Poor bones by the river, I am still a dream girl.
After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia.
A Poem Loyal to Love —— From Yuan Haowen's Touching the Fish and Qiu Yan's Ci in Jin Dynasty
Ask the world, what is love, 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.
You should say something:
Wan Li stratus clouds, 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, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.
A poem loyal to love: The Wind Floats and Falls, written by Naran Xingdeshan in Qing Dynasty.
The wind has gone with the wind, and the mud lotus has just become a lotus root. Be careful not to burn a clove of incense and remember the past life. People feel sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental. Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero. (Not sentimental: sorry)
A Poem Faithful to Love —— Reflections on Lu Tong (Tang)
..... With sadness, I play the lute and raise the strings, but I have no bosom friend. Beauty is a beauty. I don't know why it is raining at dusk, facing the clouds. Acacia plum blossom hair all night, suddenly went to the window and suspected it was you.
A poem loyal to love: from Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's dream on the 20th day of the first month" in the Northern Song Dynasty.
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 tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
A poem expressing loyalty to love: Yu Lou Chun Zun Qian intends to return to China. Author: Ouyang Xiu (Song)
I mean, I'll come back before I respect you. It's hard to swallow before spring. 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. Keep this song, don't renovate it. A song can teach intestinal knots. It's easy to see all the flowers in Los Angeles at first.
Poems Loyal to Love: 357 Poems/Li Bai (Tang)' s Autumn Poems
..... The fallen leaves gather and disperse, and West Western jackdaw is shocked. The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other. When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter. Looking back, I am lovesick and infinite. If I had known this, I wouldn't have known him.