1. The stars look like they are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
2. I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River every day.
3. Knowing that the love will always be there when you are here, look at the sound of the water at the head of the river.
4. To the world, you are one person; but to someone, you are his entire world.
5. Who can complain about loneliness? Even as a preface, it’s always an easy task.
6. Candles say farewell with intention and shed tears for others until dawn.
7. There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers.
8. Missing you makes you grow old, and the years are suddenly too late. Don’t give up and don’t return to the road, but work hard to get more meals.
9. The bottom of the acacia tree talks about lovesickness, and Si Lang hates it and Lang Lang doesn’t know it.
10. There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.
11. If color is not charming, people will be fascinated by it, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, three smiles are in vain to be regarded as an idiot.
12. Once upon a time, everything was difficult to overcome, except Wushan. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
13. People's affection has become less affectionate, and now they are really not affectionate.
14. The passing of years should be a time of good times and good times. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
15. May I be like a star, like the moon, and the light will shine brightly every night.
16. There are trees in the mountains, but the trees have branches. I am happy with you, but you don’t know it.
17. The last two echo the desolate farewell, the most overwhelming of which is in the bright moon.
18. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
19. When the ends of the earth are limited, there is only endless love.
Twenty, the willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I hear the singing on the Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.
22. I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor and lowly couples suffer from everything.
23. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
Twenty-four, Yu Shen Yan Yao Tianya Road, began to believe that separation in the world is painful.
Twenty-five, the agreement between life and death is broad, and it is said to Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together.
Twenty-six, a thousand years of dreams, at the fingertips, the past is as light as water and smoke. The song ends, the people disperse, and it has been a thousand years since the old dream awakened.
Twenty-seven, I miss you all day long, and I am exhausted for you, and there are hundreds of flowers.
Twenty-eight, suddenly looking back, the man was there, in a dimly lit place.
Twenty-nine, there is love and infatuation in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
Thirty or ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable, lonely tomb thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation.
Thirty-one, I was about to tell you the date of my return, but Chunrong swallowed it hard before saying anything.
Thirty-two, Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing we could meet each other before we were married.
Thirty-three, there is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is eager to visit.
Thirty-four, there is no way to eliminate this feeling, just frown but it is in my heart.
Thirty-five, the sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.
Thirty-six. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
Thirty-seven. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time.
Thirty-eight, once the spring goes, the beauty grows old, the flowers fall and the people die.
Thirty-nine. If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, you will know where the mountains are and the rivers are vast.
Forty, one flower and one world, one leaf and one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a lifetime for one person.
41. The concubine is like a mountain in front of the eyes, but the man like a stone and a Buddha has no intention at all.
Forty-two, I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
Forty-three, Xiaosonggang, the moon is like frost, and people are hurt like floating catkins. More than ten years, three thousand years, I hope we will never forget each other.
Forty-four, in the small window, they are dressing up, looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
Forty-five. The heart of remembering the king is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
Forty-six, ask the world, what is love, directly teach life and death.
Forty-seven, this feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time!
Forty-eight, the fate has passed but the love is hard to stop, there is a cliff but endless thoughts.
Forty-nine, there are thousands of lovesickness in one inch, and there is no place in the world to arrange it.
Fifty, if you look for a good dream, it’s hard to come true. Who knows how I feel at this moment? Tears fell in front of the pillow, rain fell in front of the curtain, and dripped into the morning through the window.
51. If you see a beautiful woman, you will never forget her. If you don’t see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy.
Fifty-two, ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands.
Fifty-three, I missed you all night long, and suddenly I came to the window and suspected it was you.
Fifty-four, the sky is not old, love is hard to die. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
Fifty-five, the jianjia is green and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side.
Fifty-six. Sing all the new words and be happy to see them disappear. The red clouds reflect the trees and the partridges sing.
Fifty-seven, fate comes and goes, fate is like water, where does love go when it is scattered and gathered together.
Fifty-eight, the sycamore tree, the rain in the middle of the night, does not mean the separation of love and the suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.
Fifty-nine, only if you don’t miss lovesickness in your life, you will miss lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness.
Sixty, ten years, life and death are uncertain! If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
Sixty-one, Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river continent. A graceful lady, a gentleman is a good man.
Sixty-two, the human face is nowhere to be seen, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Sixty-three, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. If color is not charming, people will be fascinated by it.
Sixty-four, the red candle reflects my face, and the blue silk ties my hair. I would like to find someone who can accompany me to the end of the world.
65. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
Sixty-six. Don’t live your life as a lover and a lover. There is no place in the world for lovesickness.
Sixty-seven, the mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, winter thunders tremble, summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you!
Sixty-eight, enter the door of my lovesickness, knowing that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless memories.
Sixty-nine, there are no mausoleums in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder shakes, the summer snows, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you.
Seventy. There is only the moon in the spring garden, which is as sentimental as the falling flowers for people who have left.
71. Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Seventy-two, stop saying that half a piece of paper has no weight, and I can bear all the sorrow of separation.
Seventy-three, I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay you for not raising my eyebrows in my life.
Seventy-four, don’t pluck the unitary string. The resentment Ji Xian can say. As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it. Beautiful and heartfelt love poems (74)
1. The beautiful woman is independent and loves each other bitterly. ——Liu Zhen's "Jade House Spring·Exploring Plum Blossoms in the Eastern Mountains"
2. A pair of purple swallows' charming words are broken, the green screen is full of peaks at twelve nights, and the dream soul dissipates in the drunken boudoir. ——Mao Xizhen, "Huanxisha·Fragrance of Flowers and Red Smoke Scenery"
3. After a night of lovesickness, plum blossoms bloomed, and suddenly he came to the window and suspected that it was you. ——Lu Tong's "Thinking"
4. The huge waves of the Yangtze River make people cry, and the west wind blows away the old people all night. ——Song Wan's "Blocking the Wind on the River"
5. Meeting and getting drunk is the front edge, and the wind and rain are gone, drifting away. ——Su Shi's "Magpie Bridge Immortal Farewell to Chen Lingju on the Chinese Valentine's Day"
6. The wheat in Jingzhou matures into cocoons and turns into moths, and there are many clues to the silk thread to recall the king. ——Li Bai's "Song of Jingzhou"
7. If you had known the trend beforehand, you would have been able to marry one who is a trend-setter. ——Li Yi's "Jiangnan Song"
8. If there was no fate in the previous life, wait for the reunion and make a wish in the next life. ——Le Wan's "Bu Shuzi·An Shi"
9. The water smoke sinks in the beast's furnace, and the remaining flowers in the green marsh are written line by line in the biography of lovesickness. ——Zhang Kejiu's "Sai Hongqiu"
10. The past has become empty, still like a dream. ——Li Yu's "Midnight Song·How to avoid sorrow and hatred in life"
11. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can it end in court? ——Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge"
12. Afraid of lovesickness, already lovesickness, when it's my turn to miss lovesickness, I have no words to say, and there is a trace between my eyebrows. ——Yu Yan's "Acacia · Broken Flower Branches"
13. The endless tears of lovesickness throw away the red beans, and the endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building. ——Cao Xueqin's "A Dream of Red Mansions"
14. Sitting high in the Mingyue Tower and leaning alone, the wine fills my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness. ——Fan Zhongyan, "Su Muzhe"
15. Only if you don't love lovesickness in your life will you love lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness. ——Xu Zaisi's "Order of Gui Gui"
16. Even if you buy a fortune for a thousand gold, who will complain about it? ——Xin Qiji's "Touching Fish"
17. When all the floating flowers and ripples are gone, I will be alone with you. ——Su Shi's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom·Xia Jing"
18. I miss you all day long, and I am haggard for you, and there are hundreds of flowers. ——Wen Tingyun's "Four Songs of Nan Gezi"
19. Huanjun's pearls shed tears, wishing they could not meet again before they were married. ——Zhang Ji's "Yan of a Chaste Woman"
20. The white-headed man is on the waves, and the wind is moving from boat to boat. ——Zheng Gu's "Fishermen on the Huaihe River"
21. Who is the seed of love to open up Hongmeng? All just for the romantic love. ——Cao Xueqin's "Introduction to A Dream of Red Mansions"
22. But it's strange that the dream was short-lived back then. ——Wu Wenying "Three Shumei·Impressions after passing the old residence in the capital"
23. The silk mat is like a cold jade pillow on the bed, where is the beauty drunk with yellow flowers. ——Wang Yuanliang's "Wang Jiangnan·Nine Days in Youzhou"
24. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai"
Twenty-five, the situation is so overwhelming that the boudoir hates it, and people walk and sit with dark eyebrows. ——Yan Xuan's "Bapai Man·Yunsuo Tender Yellow Smoke Willow Thin"
26. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled"
Twenty-seven, beauty is like a flower in the clouds! There is the long sky of Qingming above, and the waves of Lu River below.
——Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc·Qi"
28. Looking for a good dream is hard to come by. Who knows how I feel at this moment? Tears fell in front of the pillow, rain fell in front of the curtain, and dripped into the morning through the window. ——Nie Shengqiong's "Partridge Sky"
Twenty-nine, the ice and the spring moon in the well enter the boudoir, and the golden vat is green and the light is crying sadly. ——Li Bai's "Sitting at Night"
Thirty. I miss you for a long time, and I hate you for a long time. I hate it until I return home. ——Bai Juyi's "Long Acacia"
Thirty-one, weeping in the dim light with wet hands, I heard that the neighbor's husband had returned. ——Yu Xuanji's "Girlfriend's Grudge"
Thirty-two, ten years of life and death are so vast that if you don't think about it, you will never forget it. In the small window, they were dressing up, looking at each other without saying anything, only a thousand lines of tears. ——Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
Thirty-three, I can't help but see my old friend in the sky, looking across the Huaishan Mountains, and I miss you so much. ——Shi Dazu's "Bagui·Autumn River Brings Rain"
Thirty-four, the fate of the world is a little bit, looking back at the west wind and its traces have faded. ——Wu Wenying's "Liu Mo Ling·Qixi Festival in Yize Palace"
35. People who are not charming will be fascinated by their beauty, but beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. ——Huang Chang's "Collection of Hangzhou Sayings and Poems"
Thirty-six. I heard that you had two opinions, so I came to make a decision. ——Zhuo Wenjun's "Baitou Yin"
Thirty-seven, I feel your lingering feelings, tied in a red lining. ——Zhang Ji's "Yin of a Chaste Woman· Send to Master Li Sikong in Dongping"
Thirty-eight, you know that I have a husband, so you give me a pair of pearls. ——Zhang Ji's "Yin of a Jiefu·A Letter to Master Li Sikong in Dongping"
Thirty-nine, the two of them agree with each other after a desolate farewell. ——Nalan Xingde's "Poppy Beauty"
Forty, love is afraid of lovesickness. Looking forward to the long embankment, the grass is all red. It's so sad that it's moving, it's blue and falling in the yellow spring, it's hard to find two places. ——Zhu Yizun's "High Balcony"
41. When both the mandarin ducks are old, it is three thousand miles south of the Yangtze River and north of the Yangtze River. ——He Zhu's "Cherishing the Remaining Spring·Hard Rain Harvests the Spring"
Forty-two, the beauty in Gaixia weeps in sorrowful songs, the beauty in Dingtao weeps in Chu dance, the real dragon is also a rat, the tiger is also a rat. ——Wang Xiangchun's "Book on the Wall of King Xiang's Temple"
43. There is only the moon in the spring court, which is like a falling flower for someone who has left. ——Zhang Bi's "Sending People"
Forty-four, the pearls shed tears when they return to the king, and they wish they had met before they were married. ——Zhang Ji's "Yin of a Chaste Woman· A Letter to Master Li Sikong in Dongping"
Forty-five, the two famous flowers in the country love each other, and the king will look at them with a smile. ——Li Bai's "Qing Ping Diao·Qi"
Forty-six, what is it but lovesickness, the lush bamboos on the river. ——Wu Jun's "Ascension to the Temple of the Second Concubine"
Forty-seven, I regret being a merchant's wife, and my fate is to meet a poor husband. ——Xu Zaisi's "Yangchun Song·Girl's Resentment"
Forty-eight, if you have success, why should you die? If you want to be a mandarin duck, you will not envy the immortal. ——Lu Zhaolin's "The Ancient Meaning of Chang'an"
Forty-nine, separation from hatred is like spring grass, and you can walk farther and still be alive. ——Li Yu's "Qing Ping Le"
Fifty, Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc. ——Yan Jidao's "Saurus Acacia·Saurus Acacia"
Fifty-one, lovesickness returns to the Little Red Mansion. ——Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky·The Jackdaws Are Sad in the Evening"
Fifty-two, the most important thing is love. If all the plum blossoms are broken, it is difficult to express lovesickness. ——Zhou Mi "High Balcony·Send Chen Junheng to be summoned"
Fifty-three, Sauvignon Blanc, heartbreaking! ——Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc·Qi"
54. Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. ——Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems of Li Si"
Fifty-five, when the waning moon goes out, the beauty and the tearful words. ——Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Barbarian: The Farewell Night at the Red Mansion Is Melancholy"
Fifty-six, I don't know that my soul has died, and there are dreams accompanying me. No one knows except the moon in the sky. ——Wei Zhuang's "Two Songs by a Female Crown Prince"
Fifty-seven, I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to your love. ——Li Zhiyi's "Divination"
Fifty-eight, Pingshan blocks the line of thought, and Zigui cries into silence. ——Gao E's "The Sapphire Case·The fragrant seal script is thicker than the fog"
Fifty-nine, the husband has not yet accomplished his fifty merits, so he takes care of Bahuang independently with his sword. ——Lu You's "The Journey of the Golden Knife"
60. There is no limit to the acacia tree in the West Garden, and the hard-working plum blossoms wait for the begonias. ——Yuan Haowen's "Partridge Day·The lights in the waiting hall are dim and the rain brings coolness"
61. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they stay together day and night. ——Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal"
62. The heart of remembering the king is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest. ——Yu Xuanji's "Jianling's Worry and Hope"
Sixty-three, the crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, the man was there, in the dimly lit place. ——Xin Qiji's "Qingyun Case·Yuan Xi"
Sixty-four, there are no bees and butterflies admiring the fragrance, and it is painful to take off the red clothes. ——He Zhu's "Bitter Heart·Willows Return to the Pond"
Sixty-five, cover my concubine's tears and listen to your song. ——Li Bai's "Sitting at Night"
Sixty-six, sycamore trees, rain in the middle of the night, no separation from love and suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky. ——Wen Tingyun's "Three Poems of Gengluozi"
Sixty-seven. If you look at the same acupoint, it will be even harder to predict his destiny. ——Yuan Zhen's "Three Poems of Sorrow"
Sixty-eight, the clouds are light and the wind is high, the leaves are flying in disorder, the small courtyard is cold and rainy, the green moss is light, and the people in the boudoir are silent and cover the curtains.
——Gu Xun's "Huanxi Sha·The clouds are light and the wind is high and the leaves are flying"
Sixty-nine, the thin figure is self-pitying in the autumn water, you must pity me and I pity you. ——Feng Xiaoqing's "Resentment"
70. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time. ——Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"
Seventy-one, the stars look like this but not last night, for whom is the wind dew standing at midnight? ——Huang Jingren's "Two Beautiful Poems"
Seventy-two, the beauty came out of the golden ladder, carrying the basket with her bare hands. ——Chang Jian's "Two Spring Poems"
Seventy-three, endless tears of lovesickness throw red beans, endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building. ——Cao Xueqin's "Hongdou Ci"
Seventy-four, even if there are no traces left, there is still a pillow bag left, which is the object of lovesickness. ——Wu Wenying's "Manjianghong·Liu Shuozhai's Chrysanthemum Rhyme" Confessing love poems (77)
1. When the flowers bloom, they must be broken, but don't wait until there are no flowers to break the branches.
2. Only if you don’t miss lovesickness in your life, you will miss lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness.
3. I wish to have the person I love and stay together forever.
4. Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of quarrels. There are various water plants flowing left and right. Graceful and graceful.
5. The past has become empty, still like a dream.
6. If you have achieved success, why should you die? I would like to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals.
7. There is love and infatuation in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
8. Flowers float and 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.
9. How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
10. Talking about lovesickness under the acacia tree, Si Lang hates Lang Lang but doesn’t know.
11. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they stay together in court?
12. When you see each other, it’s as if you don’t see each other, and if you are affectionate, you still seem to be heartless.
13. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
14. Do you know that the exquisite dice and the red beans make people miss you deeply?
Fifteen, take a lazy look back at the flower bush, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
16. Not seeing each other for one day is like three autumns.
17. Continuous cutting and confusion are the sorrow of divorce, not the ordinary feeling in the heart.
18. The mountain has no edges, the heaven and the earth are in harmony, so I dare to stand up to you!
19. As soon as the golden phoenix and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
20. When will we know each other when we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night.
21. The two of them agree with each other after a desolate farewell, the most overwhelming of which is in the bright moon.
22. Missing you is like the full moon, whose brightness diminishes every night.
Twenty-three, the stars look like this but not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
Twenty-four, a branch of dew is fragrant, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are in vain.
25. What is love in the world? Direct teachings promise life and death!
Twenty-six, a thousand pieces of gold can be bought like a gift, who can complain about this situation?
27. Entering my lovesickness gate, you know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless memories.
28. When we see each other, we feel like we have not seen each other. How can being affectionate be like being ruthless?
Twenty-nine, the eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, and this hatred will last forever.
Thirty, I hope you will pick more jie, this thing is the most lovesick.
Thirty-one, Dongli is drinking wine after dusk, and there is a faint fragrance filling the sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Thirty-two. The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, the man was there, in a dimly lit place.
Thirty-three, red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches will appear in spring.
Thirty-four, the heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
Thirty-five, even if there are thousands of styles, who should I tell them?
Thirty-six, the sky is not old, love is hard to die. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
Thirty-seven. Thinking about this star morning, who stood in the sky for the wind and dew last night.
Thirty-eight, when the flowers are blooming, they must be cut off, but don’t wait until there are no flowers to break off the branches!
Thirty-nine, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Forty, ask what love is in the world, and teach you the promise of life and death.
Forty-one. After washing up, I leaned alone in Wangjiang Tower. All the thousands of sails that have passed are not the same, the slanting light and the flowing water are long, and the heart is broken by Bai Pingzhou.
42. Change my heart for yours, and we will know each other deeply and remember each other deeply.
43. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my eyebrows, but it is in my heart.
44. May I be like a star and you are like the moon, and the light flowing out every night will be bright and clear; I will not grow old together, but I will only be with you until dawn.
45. If you see a beautiful woman, you will never forget her. If you don’t see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy.
Forty-six, the clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it at all. I feel haggard because of Yi.
Forty-seven, endless lovesickness sheds tears of blood and red beans, endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building.
Forty-eight, there is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.
Forty-nine, the moon is above the willow branches, and people meet after dusk.
Fifty. Since ancient times, passion has always been filled with hatred, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up from.
51. I want to know you. There are no mountains and mausoleums, rivers are exhausted, winter thunder shakes summer rain and snow, and heaven and earth are united, so I dare to be with you.
52. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
Fifty-three, knowing that the love will always be there when you are here, look at the sound of the river at the head of the river.
Fifty-four, ten years of life and death are so vast that if you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
Fifty-five, silently went up to the west building alone. The moon is like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.
Fifty-six, the spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
Fifty-seven, the heart of remembering the king is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
Fifty-eight, the water smoke sinks in the beast's furnace, and the remaining flowers in the green marsh are written line by line in the biography of lovesickness.
Fifty-nine, there has been love and infatuation in life since ancient times, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
Sixty, red beans grow in the south, and a few branches will appear in spring. I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
Sixty-one. Since ancient times, passion has hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival.
Sixty-two, knowing my intention and feeling your pity, I have to ask God for this feeling!
Sixty-three. There are endless tears of lovesickness and red beans thrown away, and endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building.
Sixty-four. Silently, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard.
Sixty-five, the eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, and this hatred will last forever!
Sixty-six, the crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light.
Sixty-seven, you are like a rock, and I am like pampas grass. The pampas grass is as tough as silk, and the rock does not shift.
Sixty-eight, who can complain about loneliness? Even as a preface, it’s always an easy task.
Sixty-nine, the autumn wind is seen in Luoyang city, and the desire to write is full of ideas. I'm afraid that I can't say it all in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again.
Seventy. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
Seventy-one. Red beans grow in the southern country. When spring comes, a few branches will appear. I hope you will pick more. This is the most loved thing.
Seventy-two, holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked.
Seventy-three, the fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat of autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
Seventy-four, lovesickness should not be replaced by flowers. Every inch of lovesickness is an inch of ashes.
Seventy-five, Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of quarrels.
Seventy-six. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.
Seventy-seven, keep cutting. Still confused. It's separation. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart. Love poems suitable for confession (75)
1. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but you will never regret it, and you will feel haggard for love.
2. The sky never grows old. Love is difficult and the heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
3. The king is like road dust, and the concubine is like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet in harmony?
4. There are endless tears of lovesickness and red beans thrown away, and endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building.
5. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
6. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time.
7. Tenderness is like water, and good times are like dreams. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they stay in court?
8. When will we know each other when we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night.
9. The most beautiful thing is that it cannot be retained in this world.
10. After seeing each other again, we meet again and share our dreams with you.
11. Red beans grow in the south, and a few branches will appear in spring. I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
12. I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor couples suffer from everything.
13. Enter my lovesickness door and know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless memories.
14. When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love.
15. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever!
16. Only if you don’t miss lovesickness in your life will you miss lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness.
17. Love-sickness is without words, so don’t waste your tears on the flower paper.
18. People's affection has become less affectionate, and now they are really not affectionate.
19. Ask the world what love is, and teach it about life and death.
20. Life is full of love and infatuation, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
21. With tears in my eyes, I asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.
22. Candles are willing to say goodbye and shed tears for others until dawn.
Twenty-three, we are married as husband and wife, and our love is unquestionable.
24. People are like clouds flowing into the river after the wind, and their feelings are like the wadding stuck to the ground after the rain.
25. Who can complain about loneliness? Even as a preface, it’s always an easy task.
Twenty-six, the bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn.
Twenty-seven. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.
Twenty-eight, it is useless to miss lovesickness, but it is pure madness to feel melancholy.
Twenty-nine, life is a time to come back, and death is a longing for love.
Thirty. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
Thirty-one, there are thousands of lovesickness in one inch, and there is no place in the world to arrange it.
Thirty-two, hating each other is not as good as tide and trust. When you miss each other, you will realize that the sea is not deep.
Thirty-three, the crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looked back, and found that man in a dimly lit place.
Thirty-four, the sky is not old, love is hard to die. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
Thirty-five, searching and searching, deserted, miserable and miserable. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"?
Thirty-six. May I be like a star, like the moon, and the light will be bright and clear every night.
Thirty-seven. Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Thirty-eight, holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked.
Thirty-nine, today or tomorrow, I will meet this beloved man.
Forty years have passed, and it should be a time of good times and good times. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
41. The agreement between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together.
42. Love is as deep as the ocean, and past events are as far away as the sky.
Forty-three, when the flowers are blooming, they must be cut off, but don’t wait until there are no flowers to break off the branches!
Forty-four, the thin figure is self-pitying in the autumn water, you must pity me and I pity you.
Forty-five. Asking what love is in the world is a matter of life and death. Asking for lovers, flowers bloom and fall, it is the feather fan silk scarf created by nature.
Forty-six, the fallen flower man is independent, and the little swift bird flies together.
Forty-seven, Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of quarrels. There are various water plants flowing left and right.
48. Life has been full of love and obsession since ancient times, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
Forty-nine, the spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
Fifty. If you see a beautiful woman, you will never forget her. If you don’t see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy.
Fifty-one, when the flowers are blooming, they must be cut off, but don’t wait until there are no flowers to break off the branches!
Fifty-two, he should not live his life as a lover, there is no place in the world for lovesickness.
53. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
Fifty-four. Missing you is like a bright candle, burning your heart and bringing tears to your eyes.
Fifty-five, the poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir dream.
Fifty-six, a thousand pieces of gold buy a gift like a gift, who can complain about this situation?
Fifty-seven, Yu Shen Yan Yao Tianya Road, began to believe that separation in the world is painful.
Fifty-eight, only the moon in the spring garden is sentimental, just like falling flowers for people who have left.
Fifty-nine, if my heart is replaced by yours, we will know each other deeply and remember each other deeply.
Sixty, I have been missing you all night long, and suddenly I came to the window and suspected it was you.
61. Passion has hurt parting since ancient times. It’s even more embarrassing to miss the Qingqiu Festival.
Sixty-two, don’t come to the half-year-old music book, an inch away from the intestines, thousands of knots.
Sixty-three, I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
Sixty-four, knowing that love will always be there when you are here, looking at the sound of the water at the head of the river with regret.
Sixty-five, the heart of remembering the king is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
Sixty-six, we are of the same mind but separated, and we end up in sorrow.
Sixty-seven, I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay you for not raising my eyebrows in my life.
Sixty-eight. Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Sixty-nine, the sycamore tree, the rain in the middle of the night, does not mean separation and love are suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.
Seventy, why not die if you have achieved success? I would like to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals.
Seventy-one. The water smoke sinks in the beast's furnace, and the remaining flowers in the green marsh are written line by line in the biography of lovesickness.
Seventy-two, 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.
Seventy-three, to open up Hongmeng, who is the lover? All just for the romantic love.
Seventy-four, a branch of dew is fragrant, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are in vain.
Seventy-five, ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands.