Spring is still old, few people are empty, and tears are streaming down her face.
I am afraid that people will ask questions, swallow tears and make up.
4. Hold hands and look at each other, tears are silent and choked.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory, red makeup and tears.
6. Looking around, lonely and sad.
July/April 17 is today last year.
Farewell My Concubine: With tears in her eyes and a false face, she was half-frowning with shame.
I don't know if my soul is broken, so is my dream.
Nobody knows except the horizon and the moon.
8. Looking at Zhu's thoughts, he is haggard and fragmented.
If you don't believe me, you will cry.
9. How beautiful she is, how quietly she leans against the pearly sash, and how annoyed her forehead is! .
You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much.
10. The rhinoceros is full of flowers, and my concubine has a pair of stolen tears.
If tears are like pearls, they will not disappear.
Know what the limit is, string to HongLing should be one million.
2. An ancient poem about crying: 1. Poetry: I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.
From: Cold Food and Wild Hope by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: The deceased couldn't hear our crying in the dim light, and those who came to pay homage went back in the rustling rain in the evening.
2. Poem: Please go back to the army to hide the dust and bones, and don't teach the soldiers to cry about the dragon shortage.
From: Seven Poems of Wang Changling Joining the Army in Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation: The general went to the emperor's desk and called the small team division to let the bones of the soldiers who died in the battlefield be transported back to their homeland for burial, and the soldiers could not cry for their comrades buried in other places.
3. Poetry: They run with you, crying, pulling your sleeve, and their sad voices float to the clouds.
From: Du Fu's Military Vehicle Shop in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Stop on the road and cry with the soldier's clothes, crying straight into the sky and rushing to the sky.
4. Poetry: How many new ghosts cry in the war, and the old people are lonely.
From: Du Fu's snow in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Most of the people crying on the battlefield are the ghosts of the soldiers who just died, and only the old people are sad to recite poems.
5. Poem: At the beginning, I sat at the beginning, holding my hands, crying and grabbing other people's clothes.
Said by: Du Fu's mother in Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation: One can just walk by the bed and the other can just sit up. The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes.
3. That poem about crying makes you cry. Why don't you meet if you're unmarried?
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
Tears and wet wipes dream, the temple sings before midnight.
Hold back the tears in your eyes.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
In detail, it seems that it is not a flower, but a little tear.
Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Not that lovers don't cry.
He manzi Zhang tie
This ancient country is three thousand miles long, and a maid-in-waiting has lived here for twenty years.
However, ask her for this song and use the first few words of this song to see how she tries to hold back her tears.
Silkworm girl Zhang Yu
I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes.
All over Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers.
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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.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
There are tears in the flying bridge outside the cloud, and the white stone in Qingxi is pale.
The sound of geese half goes with the sound of the waves, and the shadow of the pool hangs in the air.
It's good for you to wash Haru Aoyama. The sleeves are Han Yu's.
When you can carry the Hengjiang crane, you can put the horse on the west slope.
A curtain of spring rain covered Sichuan days, and the late Liu Cui shed tears.
At the age of this year, you are at the intersection of smoke and water. Who will dominate Qiaodong this year?
Sweet dreams. Grass is evil and the moon is downwind.
My heart is crying and speechless, and Xiaolou is sending it to dusk.
Beauty guards the red chamber and tears flow in vain.
Looking at the autumn wind alone, I admire your posture. At that time, the small garden was different.
The layers are overcast and wild, and the old branches are late in the moon.
The dream has entered this night again, and it is Jiang Wei who is empty and tearless.
Knowing that life and death are constantly changing, it is also a waste of words to sing new green songs.
The wine cooled two feet in the middle of the night last night.
I woke up from my dream with empty words.
4. The ancient poem about crying is called Du Mu Cultural Relics of Six Dynasties, and the sky is light and the clouds are idle.
Birds go to the mountains, and people sing and cry. In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset.
Disappointed, I watch Fan Li every day, and there are five lakes in the East. Send some letters to Huang Tingjian. I live in Jun Nanhai, Beihai, but I can't deliver books to geese.
Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain. Housekeeping, but with four vertical walls, does not cure diseases.
I think my reading head turned white, and the ape across the stream cried. Xitai cried that Xie Ao cried in his later years and went to Taiwan Province during the day.
Tears fell on the Wujiang River and returned to the sea with the tide. So the clothes are still dyed blue, and the land is not pity.
A guest in Laoshan should only feel eight sorrows. Mourning Yang Quan and Lu Xun is like old times. Bloom spent two reasons.
When do you cry for Jiang Nanyu and Simin? Tao Yuanming will die if he lives, sooner or later.
Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book. What is Lingsan? Dry and empty wood.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried. Do you feel safe without knowing the gains and losses? Long live the century, who knows the honor or disgrace.
The second part of the elegy is that Tao Yuanming used not to drink, but now he is empty. Spring mash gives birth to floating ants. When can we taste it better? Before the food box was full of me, I stood by crying.
If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light. I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township.
No one sleeps in the weeds, so blind. Once out, it's still early to go back to night.
Details of RoyceWong's Seven Wounded Poems Looking up Border Town in Baidu made me sad and loved it more. Snow and ice cut the skin, and the wind drifted endlessly.
No one is seen in a hundred miles, and whoever is planted will be late. Go to the city to watch the pavilion and hang the flag.
Monkey ignored the rebellion and went out to say goodbye to his family. Children are many prisoners and have no time to cry.
The world is heaven, what is staying. Don't ask for advice when you come or go.
Farewell to Mao Yongjia and Xu Ling, and wish my son strict discipline and return to the feather vibration instrument. I am sick today, so don't leave me alone.
When Mr. White Horse came to cry, I knew. Take off your sword in vain, and hang the leading branches in vain.
Du Fu Shaoling, the head of mourning, swallowed and cried at night. I stole the winding river like a shadow of spring. There are thousands of palaces on the shore and new branches of willows. Who are you green for? .
I remember the colorful flags floating from the South Garden, which was full of colors. The first lady of the kingdom, from the Sun Palace, waited on the emperor's royal chariot.
The cavalry in front of them were all holding bows and arrows, and discerning horses were chewing gold. An archer, chest up, went through the clouds and hit a pair of birds with one arrow.
Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? A blood-stained soul has no home and nowhere to go. A clear wave flowed eastward, crossing the Diaolou Mountain Path, and there was no news.
Compassionate people shed tears and hoped that she would be as eternal as rivers and flowers. When I boarded the Tatar, in the dim twilight, the clouds were filled with dust and I wanted to forget the north and south and go to the south.
Crying that Fu's war is a new ghost and worrying about the old man alone. At dusk, suddenly snowflakes are dancing in the wind.
The gourd is discarded, the wine vessel has no wine, and the stove is red. The news of the front-line battle and the news of his wife and sisters are unknown. Sadness sits in the air with his hands in the air.
At night in the pavilion, Du Fu and when the sunlight in winter is shortened on the elemental scale, the end of the world is frost and snow. Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.
Wild cries and smells of war, I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn. Wolong and Pegasus are not generals now. They are dust and the personnel are lonely.
Du Fu, a recruiter, has several people in Room 10, but Qianshan is empty. The road is full of tears, and the city does not smell songs.
Floating stems have no fixed place, and the title is Hogo. Loyalists don't pass through Shu, so what's my way?
Wen Tingyun of Suwu Temple, although our special envoy Su Wu is gone, his body and soul, the temple and these trees are still alive. The detention of the North Sea book is cut off, and the moon is above the head; The hungry sheep are back, and the vast grassland has been blackened by dusk.
Go back to your visit tower, but there is no sign; The crown sword is like life, and it is in the prime of life. Marquis Hou Feng commemorates the emperor, who has never met his subjects; Empty to the eyes of the first emperor, lamenting the past years.
Snow tea in Yuan Hongdao is the second most popular word in Zhi Zhu's ci, and white-headed widows cry in the blue wind. Ten rooms have been empty since the mink tiger ran amok.
On New Year's Eve, I feel that Tan Sitong's life is blurred, and I dare to say who died in the Central Plains. From ice to heaven, strange bones are tempered, and a good sentence is beautiful at one time.
Crying for no reason is because of the long night, Yin and Yang are better than this time. There is an appointment to smell chickens dancing together, and it turns to hate late before the lights.
Nian Nujiao, the king of Southeast Zheng Xie, swept away old habits and purged the country. Cooper is lying in the temple, and dragons come to stay every night.
Weng Zhong's clothes, lion's horns, moss marks of static locks. As the sun sets, several people are studying on horseback.
It is said that the world is impermanent, and the rain is coming, and the ghosts are crying and howling. I don't remember the founding day of that year, and the clay figurine of the Yuan Dynasty burst into tears.
The eggshell is dry, and the world of pills and mud rolls like a candle. On the side of the old monk's mountain, he only took a ladle of boiling spring.
Weeping Yin Wei's life can be regarded as geometry. After all, it is invisible.
Waiting for you to die. Everything hurts.
The loving mother was not buried. A girl is only ten years old.
In the cold suburbs. Depression smells like crying.
The sea of clouds is boundless. Birds can't sing.
Why are pedestrians lonely? This day is sad.
Remember when you were in the past. Ask me if I have learned anything.
It's not too early to advise you to suffer. Let you accomplish nothing.
Old friends have their own gifts. Not as good as life.
Negative is different. Weep for Chai Jing.
In the spring, the ancestors of the founder Jian He had three feet of water in the box and went to Wutan to slaughter dragons. Far away, the sword of the sword seems to shoot from the moonlight clouds, coldly attacking people; It's like a white ribbon.
The pattern on the scabbard of the old shark skin is shining, and there is a thick layer of grease, which looks like the tail feather of a male, and never rusts. This sword is not only exquisite and sharp, but also has a chivalrous heart like a famous chivalrous man in the Warring States period, which is clearly reflected in the text of the book Chunfang.
The silk ball hangs gold, and the divine light is about to break lantian jade. The white gods in the west are scared when they see it, and the mother gods will cry.
The bronze camel grieved that Li He was down and out in March and went to his owner to look for flowers. Who wrote the song for spring? The sad bronze camel of Luoan.
There are many passengers in the south of the bridge, and the ancients are spared in the north. A guest who drinks a glass of wine will make him sad for a thousand years.
Don't waste this life, the wind blows a candle. Tired of seeing peach trees laughing and bronze camels crying at night.
Long night sings Li He's curly hair, Hu Er's eyes are clear and blue, and tall buildings still blow bamboo at night. A cry seems to come to the sky, and the beauty cries at home under the moon.
The seven-point star hides the finger, which coincides with the sign of Qingfeng Palace. Shu Road is full of clouds in autumn, and Xiangjiang River wakes up at midnight.
The beauty of Yutang is in love, and the blue window is full of sorrow. The cold anvil can be pounded a hundred feet, and the powder tears and beads fall into the red line.
Don't be a long-headed singer, Hu Er is worried about others through the window. Jionji felt that Bai Juyi asked himself what he was disappointed with, but it was too late to enter the temple gate.
The Li family cried that Yuan's family was ill, and the persimmon leaves were red when they came alone. Visit Gaotang in the monkey crow place of Xue Tao in Wushan Temple, and smoke vanilla all the way.
The mountains have not forgotten Song Yu, and the sound of water is still crying to the king. Every night under the balcony, the rain is clouds and Chu is dead.
There are many willows in front of the temple, and the thrush comes to the sky in spring. Weeping Li Juyi came to see me last autumn.
This year in Changle, I cried in spring. Crying for heaven, is God at ease? If you must take his life, why not be brilliant? After death, the wife gets sick and the baby gets sick.
Bai Juyi, a Fujian resident on the river, has lost his flowers, while Cao Jiang has stopped. Where do the distant guests go? The lonely boat is delivered today.
Cuckoo cries, bamboo spots are like blood. How touching * * *, I'd better say goodbye to it! I cried all my old friends Bai Juyi cried yesterday and today.
Who are you crying for? Just an old friend. Wei Qing is long-term, and the quality husband is also quiet.
Bending index, think about yourself. He is younger than me and the first person in the spring.
I am half white today, and I won't live long.
5. Throughout the ages, words and poems describing crying are like pear flowers with rain (crying), tears in the heart, tears in the ileum, tears in the heart, tears in the heart, tears in the heart, sadness in the heart, tears in the heart, tears in the heart, tears in the heart, tears in the heart.
Liu Yong's Lin Yuling
Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
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.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out!
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
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.
Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
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Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang Style: Seven Laws Category: Boudoir Love
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.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .