Second, there is no way to eliminate this situation, but you can only frown but mind.
Third, ask yourself how much sadness you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
Five, the curtain of jathyapple dream, the spring breeze ten miles tenderness.
Sixth, I know that I have been in love for a long time, and I am disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou.
Seven, three glasses and two residual glasses of wine, how could he be late and in a hurry?
Eight, Dongli put wine after dusk, dark incense sleeves.
Nine, the fate is like water, and the feelings are scattered and gathered.
Ten, since the farewell, sigh does not ring, Huangpi is born in spring, and the days are bitter.
Eleven, after the sadness, the two should be the same, and the most important thing is to be clear and resentful.
Twelve, the moon, now full of the sea, at this time 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.
Thirteen, how can we live together and not die?
Fourteen, a lock into the red wall deep courtyard, Fei Xia don't remember the old makeup.
Fifteen, love at first sight, no regrets, crazy for Qing, drunk for Qing. But the beauty didn't mean it. My heart is dead and I am reincarnated.
Sixteen, willing to fly high for the two swans.
The mirror has been dark since you came out. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time?
19. Ask the world what love is and teach life and death.
Twenty, thin shadow self-pity, you have to pity me and pity you.
Twenty-one, life and death are rich, Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
Twenty-two, don't miss it, miss it, miss it.
Twenty-three, last night, the wind and rain suddenly broke out, and a deep sleep did not need residual wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Twenty-four, the threshold chrysanthemum sorrow smoke blue tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering. The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu.
Twenty-five, arbitrarily rely on the fence, the mountains and rivers are infinite, and it is easier to see when it is difficult!
Twenty-six, ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving, unforgettable. Xiao Xuan window, dress up, silently care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears.
27. She sent him a word through his messenger, reminding him that only their hearts know the oath.
Twenty-eight, acacia has no words, don't waste your tears on flowers.
Twenty-nine, in my eyes, such a mountain, lang is like a stone Buddha.
Thirty years old, poor riverside bone, still a dream girl.
Thirty-one, the mountains and rivers are only a stone's throw away, with broken eyes and lost souls.
Thirty-two, on the willow tip, people are about after dusk.
Thirty-three, the past has become empty, still like a dream.
Thirty-four, enter my acacia door, know my acacia, acacia is like a memory, and acacia is infinite.
Thirty-five, no words to care for, only a thousand lines of tears.
Thirty-six, recruiting boats, people involved in angles. Don't worry, be my friend.
Thirty-seven, searching, desolate.
Thirty-eight, the idle window in the yard is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the lyre is silent. The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Thirty-nine, for my heart, for your heart, know each other and remember each other deeply.
Forty, when those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches. May you bear more pain as a symbol of our love.
Forty-one, lonely boudoir, one inch sorrow. Xichun. When will it rain? Leaning over, just not in the mood. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
Forty-two, there are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails. Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
Forty-three, this time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
44. Being mean is a universal truth, and you and I are just one of them.
45, open the HarmonyOS system, who is the lover? It's all about romance.
Forty-six, talking about a gentleman, as warm as jade, in its board room, messing with my heart.
47. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. For my sake, take them home as a symbol of our love.
Forty-eight, the experience of love is really cold, blowing away the beautiful shadow, and autumn leaves are sad. A thousand miles of lovesickness has vanished, and I can't hear belle's song. I miss my heart so much, and I am sad to say goodbye to my lover. Besides, I should be ungrateful now.
Forty-nine, I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a flower-like interval, representing youth. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
At the age of fifty, silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Fifty-one, affectionate since ancient times, more cold and clear autumn festival.
Fifty-two, after thinking about it several times, I'd rather miss it!
Fifty-three, don't hesitate to sing Yangchun if you have a bosom friend.
Fifty-four, this past year should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Fifty-five, near the tall building, the rain was wet, but the figure in the cloud disappeared. Sitting for thousands of years, I haven't seen you come.
Fifty-six, be there or be square, how can you be ruthless.
Fifty-seven, the fog reveals the hibiscus, and the lotus is unclear.
Fifty-eight or seven years ago, it was hard to argue. The past spring scenery is gone, but my affection is in vain. I sing passionately at dusk, the morning breeze lingers for a thousand minutes, and the rain adds a tear. With whom to complain in love, I was carried away by infinite loneliness.
Fifty-nine, I have experienced all the sadness, and the saddest thing is that you are not at the end. I have gone through all despair, and the most desperate thing is that you are still at the starting point.
Sixty, the mountains have no edges, and heaven and earth are close, but they dare to break with you.
Sixty-one, hate is not as good as believing, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep.
Sixty-two, watching the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I want to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Sixty-three, don't say it, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Sixty-four, look at bloom before the court, not surprised by honor or disgrace; Look up at the sky, there are clouds, no intention to stay!
Sixty-five, look out the window. Why are you alone?
Sixty-six, spring leaves flowers sad, red leaves bury bones. The lonely moon is desolate and heartbroken, and there is autumn frost before it. Peony is heartbroken and cries, and tears in the autumn wind send fragrance into the soul. Ask if you have pity on flowers, don't wait for the fragrance to disappear.
Sixty-seven, looking for a good dream, the dream is difficult to achieve. Who knows my mood at this time? Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain drop through a window.
Sixty-eight, dear, now, you are by my side, but we can't love each other in the sun.
69. A beautiful woman is always stupid, and sympathy is not cheap. Just because I can do everything in the world, I am full of leisure troubles.
Seventy, bloom flowers, flowing water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
If you teach your eyes that there is no hatred, you won't believe that there are hoary heads in the world.
Seventy-two, acacia said acacia, and Shiro hated Mandy.
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Seventy-four, I was going to say I'd come back before I respect you, but I didn't say anything about spring.
Seventy-five, the fate is over, and the feelings are hard to stop. There are cliffs and endless thoughts.
Seventy-six, bonuses are easy to decline, such as Lang Yi, and the water flow is infinite.
Seventy-seven, the time was long before I met her, and even longer after we parted, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
78. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.
Seventy-nine, always do two repetitive things, love him and protect him.
Eighty, tears sealed, life is only difficult to die.
Eighty-one, the wind has lived in the dust and fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything. Tears flow first when you want to talk. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid I'm going boating in Shuangliu. Can't move, a lot on my mind.
Eighty-two, don't come to a half-year-old music book, stay an inch away from your intestines.
Eighty-three, life has been infatuated since ancient times, and this resentment has nothing to do with romantic affairs.
Eighty-four, wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone. After all, Qian Fan is not here, the afterglow is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken.
Eighty-five, affectionate since ancient times, and this endless sorrow is endless.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood.
87, thousands of dollars to buy each other like a gift, who complains about this situation.
In front of the person you love, your heart beats faster, but in front of the person you like, you are only in high spirits. In front of the person you love, winter is like spring, but in front of the person you like, winter is a beautiful winter.
Eighty-nine, lament the sound of drinking, drunk and worried, where is the confidante, recalling the original, hurting the scenery, recalling the past in my heart.
Sad love poems
Sad love poems
1, so is lovesickness. Anything could happen. Foggy, rainy, orange-white, endless acacia, night wind bursts.
2. The more ridiculous it is to touch a sad place. The world of mortals dreams together, but don't laugh and be affectionate. A handful of sad tears, who can solve the sad taste. It is a pity to have a lover, but it is a pity to be buried in snow. Tears look up to the sky in a dream, thousands of miles away. Poor lover, jack shall have Jill.
3. In spring, the flowers are dark and sad, and the red leaves bury the bones. The lonely moon is desolate and heartbroken, and there is autumn frost before it. Peony is heartbroken and cries, and tears in the autumn wind send fragrance into the soul. Ask if you have pity on flowers, don't wait for the fragrance to disappear.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it! poetry
5. This past year should be a wonderful time. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
6, lament the sound of drinking, drunk and awake, where is the confidante, recalling the original, hurting the scenery, recalling the past in my heart.
7. I think hard, look at the distance and worry alone. The mystery I have been looking for for for seven years is full of affection and heartbreak.
8, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
9, more than seven years, it is hard to argue, the past spring scenery has disappeared, but deep affection has become a bubble, deep affection accompanied me to sing dusk, the morning wind is not scattered, the rain still adds tears, who is complaining about love, infinite loneliness is faint.
10, love broke the night sky, love was met by autumn wind, love was hurt, tears streamed down her face, well-intentioned, old feelings were hard to let go, and she was sad for seven years. Ruthless, empty joy, spring is gone. Frost on the temples, sadness, silence at night, a sigh, a sad flute, a sad flute.
1 1, advise you not to cherish witch hazel, and advise you to cherish youth. When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it!
13, silent night, lonely people, wandering mood, staying up late, looking out the window, the cold wind blowing, adding to the desolation, the stars in the sky accompany me to sleep.
14. It's even more worrying to drown your sorrows by drinking. I'm afraid it will break people's intestines when it wakes up. Sad love poems
15, watching the moon seems drunk tonight, just watching the bright moon and sleeping; Where is the bright moon tomorrow? There is only shadow to accompany it in this life.
16, I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
17, the absolutely gorgeous beauty is embraced by others, and the beauty is unlucky. I hope the beauty is happy and don't miss the joys and sorrows.
18, tears ask flowers silently, scattered flowers fall all over the ground. Don't walk in the rain at night, looking forward to the dawn of the night.
19, the cold wind is bleak and crying, and the cold rain has no tears; Pedestrians only hear the sound of wind and rain, but they don't know that someone is crying at night.
20, leave a song without renovation, a song can teach the intestines. It's easy to say goodbye to Chunfeng before you see all the flowers in Luoyang.
2 1, near the tall building, the rain was wet, but the figure in the cloud disappeared. Sitting for thousands of years, I haven't seen you come.
22. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. Love Poem
23. Shi Liping Lake is covered with frost. I look at the moon and admire only Yuanyang, not Fairy.
24. I am waiting for the east wind to blow me. My heart is surging, my face is full of tears, my clothes are wet, the night is longer and my thoughts are more chaotic. I am lonely at this time, and I am sad on the emotional road. He doesn't belong to you and is doomed to give up.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
26. I fell in love with you at first sight and have no regrets. I'm crazy about you and intoxicated with you. However, the beauty didn't mean it, and my heart died.
27, everything is wrong overnight, and flowers are heartbroken. When will Yuanyang know how to fly together?
28. We hope to fly in heaven, where two birds become one and grow on the earth. The two branches of a tree ... the earth will last forever, and the sky will last forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Love poems describing sadness
1, Acacia is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far away as the sky. Wan Le's "Not Operator"
2, I am afraid to leave my arms, how much I want to say. Li Qingzhao's "Memories of the Phoenix Tower"
3, the soul is still returning to the tide every night, and the red branch is more bitter. Zheng's "Spring Jade House"
4, the belt gradually widened will not be destroyed, it will make people haggard for Iraq. Liu Yong's Dead Hua Lian
5, turn off the lights for a long time in the yard, cut the rope swing to cut the wind. Yang Shen's Partridge Sky
6. When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia. Yan Shu's "Spring in the Jade House"
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Untitled Li Shangyin
8, a few cigarettes, only flowers are difficult to protect. Chen Zilong's Red Lips
9. When Mo Yan meets, the sky should be different. The Qixi Festival of Song Wenzhi
10, searching, cold and cheerless, terrible. Li Qingzhao's slow whisper
1 1, jade wheel treads grass, and half of it bothers red makeup. Chen Zilong's Confessions
12. If you don't meet heaven and man, you will feel the same. Lv Bicheng's "Huanxisha"
13, spring is the same, people are empty, tears are red and sad. Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix
14, he brought sadness to spring, but he couldn't figure out where it would go. Xin Qiji's Zhu Yingtai is near.
15, spring rain brings sorrow, remembering the past, it hurts. Liudechi
16, no words care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears. Su Shi's Jiangchengzi
17, Chunchun is speechless and heartbroken. Spring can come, and people can come when they go. Wang's Red Lips
18, people who come late and can't sleep are heartless and heartbroken. Yan's Nanxiangzi
19, songs scattered among tourists, and I began to feel the emptiness of spring. Ouyang Xiu's Mulberry Picking
20, see green Chi Pan, tears. Magnolia in Zhang Huiyan is slow.
2 1, ten years of life and death are two boundless, unforgettable. Su Shi's Jiangchengzi
22, peach blossoms fall, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Momomo. Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix
23, bragging and dancing face to face with Wuniang, pity is always cut by the waist. Wang Guowei's Dead Hua Lian
On the 24th, Zhu Hu, who refused to row the hall, exempted Chunfeng from his post. Wang Anguo's Qingping Music
25. I am not afraid of silver and steel, but I am only worried about the wind and clothes. Lu You's Dead Hua Lian
26, the past has become empty, still like a dream. Li Yu's Midnight Song: How can we avoid the sadness and hate in life?
27, nostalgia, Lanzhou reminds. 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. Liu Yong's Lin Yuling
28, Cui Zun is crying, red enamel is speechless. The faint fragrance of Jiang kui
29, Yun Lan red rain, the small building is empty, and spring has long gone. Zhang Jian's Walking on the Beach
30. Before, I felt sick and tired of perfume bottles. Today, fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness. Qian's "Jade House Spring"
3 1, Dongfeng Xie, with a slight joy and a melancholy mood, left the cable for several years. No, no, no. Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix
32, ten years of life and death, do not think about it, unforgettable. Xiao Xuan window, dress up, silently care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears. Su Shi's Jiangchengzi
33, overlapping tears, life is only difficult to die. Wen, "Recent Love"
34. The Qingming wind has not turned, the spring is chilly, and the spring should be warm. Qu Dajun's "Magpie Tread"
35, the night is long-lasting, and the early spring is dyed by acacia. Jiang Kui's Walking on the Beach
36, tearful eyes ask flowers silently, red flies over the swing. Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian
37. The closest feelings are always leaking, and the shadows are moving secretly. The mallard in Chaoyuan.
38. Nearshore, when the new green is born; It was a sad and red place. I remember that the door was full of pears and the lights were cut at night. Shi Dazu's "Seven Luo Xiang"
Everyone knows that Iraq looks like a slave. Lu Li's "Pinling"
40, heartbroken, no one cares, and who advised the singing and dancing to stop. Xin Qiji's Zhu Yingtai is near.
4 1, when the hero lost his way, it suddenly cooled down. Chen Weisong's "Good Things Nearby"
This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be even better. Ouyang Xiu's Langtaosha
43, alone is dusk, stormy. Lu You's Operator
44. bloom is easy to see but hard to find. He killed the flower burial man in front of the steps; Stealing flowers and hoes and crying alone, watching the blood stains on the branches in the sky. From "Burying Flowers"
45. In detail, it seems that it is not a flower, but a little tears. Su Shi's Hidden Water Dragon
46. Candle flowers are all over the world, and green mountains are all over the dream. Zhu Zumou's Partridge Sky
47. I can't write a book, I can only send a little. Jie Lianhuan, zhangyan
48. It's harder to dream than to hate. People who don't care don't like to hear it, and the empty steps fall. Si Wanyong Sauvignon Blanc
49. The crowd searched for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim. Xin Qiji's Jade Case
50. Affectionate Since ancient times, the origin of good dreams is the easiest to wake up. Shi Qing's "Yi Xi Ti"
5 1, empty and melancholy, no chance to meet. Since then, the soul has broken thousands of miles, and Yueyang Tower has been built every night. Xu Junbao's wife "man Fang Ting"
52. I was fascinated and shed red tears. Zhao Nanxing's Hidden Water Dragon
53. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. Li Chi Ngai's "Arithmetic Operator"
54, ruthless month, sentient beings return to dreams, return to secluded boudoir. Liu Ji's eye-catching
55. Sit alone, advocate paying alone and lying alone. Standing hurts, even touching people hurts. Zhu's "Minus Magnolia"
56. Don't be sad anymore. Silence is more bitter when autumn comes. Xiang Hongzuo's Hidden Water Dragon
57. It is difficult for slaves to come out and teach you compassion. Li Yu's Bodhisattva Man
58, this time, what a sad sentence. Li Qingzhao's slow whisper
59. Since then, I have never dreamed of grace, and praised Byakki Smoker. Yu Meiren of Wang Guowei
60. I left a photo of Ying Gang tonight, fearing that it would be like a dream to meet each other. Yan's Partridge Sky
6 1. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Huang Ming Hangzhou folk poetry anthology
62. I often get sick before spending every day, but I don't care if I look thin in the mirror. Feng Yansi's "Step on the Magpie"
63. Pedestrians can't bear to listen to complaints, but the wind stays in the flute. Qu Yuan's Four Family Guests
64. I only send you home in spring, and then I send you home. If you catch up with spring in Jiangnan, you must stay in spring. The "divination operator" of the crown
65. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. Li Shangyin's Jinse
66. I travel all over the world, and my dreams are used to it. I love the old pavilion. Wen's "fishing"
67, away from the intestine, thin makeup marks are shallow. Yuan Haowen's Qing Ping Le
68, a piece of spring sorrow, gradually blowing, like a spring cloud. Liu Zaoqing from Jiang Chunlin
69. People are lovesick everywhere. Kuang Zhouyi's "Jian Ci Huan Xi Sha"
70. Little catkins are blowing on the branches, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea. Su Shi's Butterfly Love Flowers
7 1, how many tears do you hate, lean on it. Jing Li's "Breaking Huanxi Sand"
72. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, sooner or later. The magpie fairy of Qin Guan
73. There is nothing to say about going to the West Building, and the moon is like a hook. Li Yu's Meet You Huan
74. The sideburns are pitiful, only for old feelings. Yan's "Life Chess Player"
75. Don't change your hair with flowers. Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? . Untitled Li Shangyin
76, fallen petal independence, micro swift Qi Fei. Yan's Lin Jiang Xian Zi
77. At that time, I turned the landscape into a stupa, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road. From yuxiang
78, thousands of dollars to buy the other person's favorite fu, is to complain about this situation. Xin Qiji's "Fishing"
79. After the sadness, the two should be the same, at most, it is impossible to clear the grievances in the middle of the month. Nalan Xingde's Young Beauty
80. Every year, if the moonlight is practiced tonight, people will grow thousands of miles. Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing"
8 1, shake things, go to the empty mountain, Du Fu, Mo Wen. Zhu Zumou's Slow Voice
82, the autumn wind, gaunt horizon, beauty fragrant grass complain late. Lv Bicheng's "Seven Luo Xiang"
83, think of dragons, hate dragons, hate not to give up until the return date. Yueming people lean on the building. Bai Juyi's Sauvignon Blanc
84. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed. Su Shi's Butterfly Love Flowers
The saddest love poem
The saddest love poem
1. Looking back lazily, half the sky is cultivated, and half the sky is a gentleman.
I can't get rid of this situation, so I just frown, but it hurts my heart.
3. The missed years have blossomed in the desert in the north, but they are deserted in the spring and summer of reincarnation.
4. After dusk, Dongli wine has dark fragrance sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
5. If the road dust is raised and the cement is muddy, when can we meet in harmony? -Cao Zhi's "Tall Buildings and Bright Moon"
You gave birth to me before I was born, and I was old when I gave birth to you. I hate being born at the same time, riri. Hello.
7. Looking at bloom before the court, the honor and disgrace are not shocking; Look up at the sky, there are clouds, no intention to stay! Love is love, love is love, and the dream is long.
8. Pear Flower Garden dissolves the moon, and the catkin pool has a faint wind.
9. How many streets have you walked and how many times will you think of me?
10. Love you, give you all the good things in my life, and then leave, let the kaleidoscope illuminate your eyes.
1 1. I don't know if my soul is broken, but my dream is with me. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows? -Wei Zhuang's "The Head of Two Women's Champions"
12. Disappointment and parting should be the same, and it is the most difficult to clear up grievances in the bright moon. -"The Mermaid" by Nalan Xingde
13. Roses have no fragrance. They miss someone, miss a wound, don't cry, don't talk.
14. When I entered my lovesick door, I knew that I was lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
15. Always do two repetitive things, love him and protect him.
16. Ask what the world is like and teach life and death. -Yuan Haowen "Fishing, Two Songs One"
17. I have gone through all the sadness. The saddest thing is that you haven't reached the end yet. I have gone through all despair, and the most desperate thing is that you are still at the starting point.
18. I want to see a grand fashion decline. I will keep wishing until things change quickly, until I get close to your smiling face.
19. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. Every day (every day), I miss you and I drink a river.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed.
2 1. How can you be heartless when we meet? -Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"
22. When will Acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
23. Shh, my injury just fell asleep.
24. Repeated forbearance and repeated concessions have brought lies to the banquet.
25. There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. If I don't see it for a day, I think it's crazy. -Anonymous "Feng Qiu Qin Huang Ge"
26. Fate is like water, and feelings are scattered and gathered.
27. Fate is over, and feelings are hard to stop. There are cliffs and endless thoughts.
28. once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber. -Yuan Zhen's "Thinking from Four Poems"
29. It's the wind, the rain and the night when I leave you this time. You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends. -Zheng Chouyu's Farewell
30. Who travels around the world without a box of masks these days?
3 1. Just give up the ideal city for him and go to unknown life and death at dawn.