The most beautiful love poems: the moon sets and the stars are sparse, the bun is loose and the pencil is light. Red mist cover light, fly flocculant. If you don't see each other, you look heartless. At the end of the song, the wine wakes up slightly. The moon in the deep courtyard is quiet.
Peach blossoms are planted in the sky, not every one blooms, but the water in the depths of the chaotic mountain is swaying. Who is the jade blooming for? What is the limit of the slight cold in Mao Mao? Don't care about spring, what's the harm of getting drunk? I'm afraid my heart will break when I wake up!
Lu Tong's leaves rot in Xiwan, but lotus seeds are still blooming. Dreams never leave the river, and people preach the phoenix mountain lang.
When the wind blows, it brings a pool of spring water. Wandering in the fragrant path of Yuanyang, stroking the almond core with your hand. Leaning on the railing by the pool, watching the fighting ducks, the Hosta on his head hangs obliquely. He missed his sweetheart all day, but he never came back, and suddenly he heard a magpie calling.
Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. 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. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. This trip to learn from the scriptures should be a good opportunity and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Since I married a Qutang businessman, he has not kept his promise every day. If I thought the tide was so regular, I might choose a boy by the river.
What occasion? See this lover. -The Book of Songs in the Tang Dynasty.
Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
The beauty has been waiting for the bead curtain and has been sitting with tight eyebrows. I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself.
I occasionally go to the river to collect silver pheasants, and I also compete with my female partner for the river god. I dare not express my heart in front of everyone, secretly throw money and ask my distant husband's voice.
After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia. -Xu Zaisi's "Gui Gui Ling"
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
Ten lives and deaths are two boundless, I don't think about it, I am unforgettable, I am alone in the grave, and there is nowhere to talk. -Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
The beast furnace sinks hookah, and pieces of green marsh flowers write the biography of acacia. -Zhang Kejiu's Sai Qiu Hong
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
Looking at her husband, the river grew, turned to stone, and never looked back. After days of rain, pedestrians turn to stones.
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.
The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River. Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.
There is no arrangement in the world for an inch of acacia. -Li Guan's "Dead Hua Lian"
There are few stars in the moon, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and it is difficult to dream without a lonely lamp. Wearing clothes, looking at the door more, angry and happy.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... —— Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.
Repeated tears seal the word, and life is only difficult to die. -Wen, "The Recent Flowers"
Before the bottle, I'm going to say I'm going back to China. I didn't say I was miserable in spring. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance. Before the farewell party, Mo sang a new tie. This song has a sad feeling. It's easy to say goodbye to Chunfeng before you see all the flowers in Los Angeles.