Ancient poems about men missing women.

Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.

the Tang Dynasty

Zhang Jiuling

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

Green and green, lingering in my heart, even if I don't go,

Zi Ning didn't inherit this voice?

Qing Pei, I miss Long. Even if I don't go, I won't come, will I?

Pick up things,

At the gate. I haven't seen you all day,

Like March.

Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves close the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.

Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.

There is a kind of beauty that I will never forget.

I want to go crazy if I can't see you for a day.

Phoenix flies, and the four seas seek to burn.

Helpless beauty, not in the east wall.

On behalf of the spare time, I want to speak my mind.

When can I see Xu Xi to comfort me?

Willing to match virtue with words and work together!

I can't fly, which makes me fall.

Hate is not as good as believing, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep.

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