Poetry about stationery 1. Poems about sending letters
Nalan Rong Ruo at the time of falling flowers.
Who calls down the stairs in the sunset, holding a censer. Looking back, I stood in front of laughter, always speechless and reluctant to part.
There is no evidence in the notebook, don't say lovesickness. I advised Yihong Window to get drunk, but it was too late.
Yu Meiren Nalan
Sorrow marks are everywhere, no one can save them, and dew is wet. The stroll is small and desolate. Xiaoxiang still has the old moonlight.
The fickle feeling turned into sadness and fatigue, and the music was heartbreaking. The red lettering on the wall is blurred, remembering that the hand in front of the lamp is an Iraqi book.
Make the bluebird take the book, hate to stay alone, hurt to leave home. Lipper
Jade bird flies from west to east, and I send you a book to thank Ma Gu. Lipper
The messenger didn't bring news to the pedestrians far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of sadness. Gine Lee
There is no news of geese on the sand, but partridges are singing among the bamboos. Gine Lee
Hongyan goes to the northwest because books and newspapers are everywhere. Lipper
How can I send a book without Hongyan, and how can I return it if I am heartbroken? Xiangziyin
Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Li Qingzhao
Since then, the brocade book has not been sent, and the painting building is unfounded. Yan Dao Ji
Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Lu you
This kind of feeling, writing incense vertically, depends on who made it. Liu Yong
Without telling anyone, sending incense notes in the air is more cheerful before asking. Ouyang Xiu
Small print on incense sends clouds. Thin waist is not learning from Chu, broadband is missing you. Chao Bu Zhi
You have to send colorful stationery and rulers to know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide. Yan Shu
Hankou Pisces white brocade scales, so that those in power can report their lovers. Lipper
Suddenly on the river, spring comes back to Yan, and books are found in the clouds. Lipper
2. Love poems
1. Red bean (Wang Wei)
Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
2. Untitled (Li Shangyin)
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! .
3. Jiang (Su Shi)
Ten years of life and death are two boundless.
Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. [ 1]
Even if we don't know each other when we meet,
Face covered with dust, temples like frost.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the heartbreak will break every year.
Moonlight night, short matsuoka.
4. Mao Feng (land trip)
Keywords red crisp hand, Huangteng wine,
Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city.
East wind evil, thin heart,
A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years.
No, no, no!
Spring is still old, and people are empty and thin.
Tears flooded her face.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion.
Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
Mo, Mo, Mo!
5. Hairstyle (Tang Wan)
The world is cold and human feelings are evil,
Rain makes flowers fall easily at dusk.
The breeze is dry and the tears are residual.
If you have to worry, just say it alone.
Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday,
A sick soul is often like a thousand ropes.
The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy.
I am afraid that others will ask questions, and I cry with joy.
Hide. Hide. Hide.
6. Nineteen ancient poems
Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl.
Skillful hands, make a loom.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.
What's the difference between a clear river and a shallow one?
Between water and water, there are no words.
3. Poems about love, hate and sadness
The west wind still shines, Han Jialing (Li Bai's Qin Yi E) is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the orchids are like towels.
Sitting alone also includes frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan"). The Chu people want to hear Yao's resentment. In the middle of the night in Xiaoxiang (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God"), the mountain temple looks for laurel seeds in the middle of the month, and the county pavilion looks at the tide on the pillow. When I revisit my old place (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"), I hate it when I think about it until I return.
In the Ming dynasty, people leaned against the building (Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc") wanted to be at dusk. When they are bored and leaning against the door alone (Bodhisattva Man in the text), they are all there. When they were heartbroken, Bai Bozhou (A Dream in the South of the Yangtze River) had not come home, and they must be heartbroken when they got home (Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man). Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Four Brothers"). Don't cry. Talk a lot (Niu Xiji's "Raw Tea Son"), and you are still in love.
In retrospect, when I remembered the green silk dress, I felt sorry for the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's Tea Son) and made a thousand wishes in front of the pillow. I want to have a rest and wait for Lan Qingshan to let her husband come back early, but I am deeply interested in looking back at Li Qingyun. Heritage is a double emerald.
Ride an elephant, first carry people over the water (Li Xun's Nanxiangzi). He often gets sick and drinks before sunrise. It is sad to leave Zhu Yan thin in the mirror (how many tears there are in Feng Yansi's Magpie Tread, leaning on it (Jing Li's Spread Huanxisha). I don't have a taste in my heart (Li Yu's Night Cry). How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward (Li Yu's Young Beauty), you can't rely on the fence alone, and it is infinite. It's easy to see when it's difficult.
Spring water has come out, and the slave of heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha") is hard to come out, so you can be merciful. (Li Yu's Bodhisattva Man) After the lonely people in other places dispersed, I looked at the residual smoke in a daze.
The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering. Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi.
(Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy") For my heart and yours, I knew I remembered each other deeply (Gu Wei's "Confessions"). When does the green grass stop? Tears and sorrow have been broken first (Qian's "Yu Lou Chun"). Before, I was tired of perfume bottles. Today's fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness (Qian Yu Lou Chun). The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns homesick tears (Fan Zhongyan's Sumugai). Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice, and people are thousands of miles long (Fan Zhongyan's "Forbidden City" tears have not arrived.
The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. Everyone has come to this matter, and there is no intention to avoid it (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing"). When will Chunchun go back? Looking in the mirror at night hurts the scenery. In the later period of the past, there was no choice but to remember the flowers in the province (Zhang Xian's Fairy). As if I had met Yan and returned, the small garden incense trail wandered alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"). I don't know if the bright moon will stay, but I will wear Zhu Hu (Yan Shu's butterfly lovers) to send a marker ruler. The mountains are long and the water is wide, and I don't know where (Yan Shu's) is. "
Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night. (Song Qi's "Jade Home is Spring") March is coming.
It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian). The sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"), and tears are sprinkled on tourists. I hate the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu's Picking Mulberries) rushing by.
This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. (Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha") First sent to the spring, and then sent to the monarch.
To catch up with spring in the south of the Yangtze River, you must stay in spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Operator"), and Swift Qi Fei (Yan's "Linjiang Xian"). If you are afraid of meeting each other, it will be like a dream (Yan's "Partridge Sky"). If you go to bed late, you will never forget it. Then you will be heartless and heartbroken (Yan's Nanxiangzi) and take care of each other silently, only a thousand lines of tears (Su Shi's Jiangchengzi). From a fine point of view, it is not a young flower, but a little tear (Su Shi's Water) that makes people lonely and refuses to live. Cold branches of solitary sandbar (Su Shi's "Bu Operator") are blown by small willow cotton, and there is no fragrant grass in the world (Su Shi's "Die Lian Hua"). A broken soul is nowhere to be found (Li Chi Ngai's Walking on the Sand). Considering that only dreams come and go, I am even more afraid. The river blockage (Looking at the East of the River by Huang Tingjian) is the heaviest, and the heart is broken (Duck by Chao Yuanli). People are powerful, and Qingzun is always willing to follow (Duck by Zhao Yuanli). Thin ("Rain Ring" in Chao Yuanli) Meiying is thin, and the ice melts and the east wind changes years ("Looking at the Sea Tide" by Qin Guan). If the relationship lasts for a long time, why don't you get along with each other (Qin Guan's "Queqiao Xian") and hate you for a long time, then take a break (Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi"). There are tears on the sleeves (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan), and cardamom has old grievances. Ten-year dream is just a glimpse (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan). Clouds are light and the wind is light, and it rains in succession.
With laziness, Dongfeng tears (Wang Shen's Memories of Time Past) ruined his life, and only a few evenings passed (Zhao Lingzhi's Qing Ping Le). How much leisure is there? Yichuan smoke, full of wind, plum rain (He Zhu's "Jade Case") was originally planted on the grass, showing early, and the old building was new. Lying in an empty bed and listening to the rain in the south window, who picks up the lamp at night to mend clothes (He Zhu's "Partridge Sky") nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I cried without words (Rain Bell by Liu Yong). Affection hurts parting since ancient times, not to mention the clear autumn festival (Rain Bell by Liu Yong) has passed, which should have been a good early scene in name only. Even if the amorous feelings last for thousands of minutes, who should I tell (Liu Yong's "Lin Yuling")? I should have known it myself (Liu Yong's "Youth Tour")?
I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong's Ding Feng) in the residual light of the grass, and no one would lean on the railing and be silent. (Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian") The belt is getting wider and wider, and it will not go out, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
(Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") The fragrance is not in the core, the fragrance is not in the calyx, and the fragrance is in the bone (Yan by Chao Buzhi).