The beautiful poems about longing for illness include:
1. "Sauve Acacia·Part 1" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Sauve Acacia, in Chang'an. Luowei cries in autumn, Jinjinglan, the slight frost is desolate and the mat is cold. The lonely lamp is full of thoughts and sorrow, and rolls up the curtains to look at the moonlit sky and sighs. Beauty is like a flower in the clouds. There is the long sky of Qingming above, and the waves of Lu River below. The journey is long and the soul is in pain, but the dream soul cannot reach Guanshan. Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking.
2. "A cut plum blossom, the fragrance of red lotus root and the remaining jade mat in autumn" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
The fragrance of red lotus root and the remaining jade mat in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returned, the moon was full on the west tower. The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
3. "Autumn Wind Ci" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened. When will we know each other when we miss each other? It’s embarrassing to be here this night! Entering the door of my lovesickness, you know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness makes you remember each other, and short lovesickness makes you infinite. If I had known that it would be such a stumbling block to people's hearts, why would I not have known each other in the first place.
4. "Nan Ge Zi Ci" Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun
Lighting a lamp at the bottom of the well, deep in the candlelight, the master Lang Changxing does not play chess. The exquisite dice is decorated with red beans, and I miss you deeply.
5. "Die Lian Hua·Standing and Leaning on the Dangerous Building, the Breeze is Sublime" Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
Standing and leaning on the dangerous building, the breeze is subdued, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the gloomy sky. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word to say who will be silent. I plan to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the strong music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.