An ancient poem describing love
"Autumn Wind Ci" by Li Bai
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather They are still scattered, the jackdaws are roosting, and they are startled again. I miss each other and know when we will meet each other. It is embarrassing at this time and this night.
Entering my lovesickness gate, you know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, and short lovesickness brings endless love. If I had known that it would be such a troubling thing, it would be as if we didn’t know each other at the beginning.
"Shangxie"
Shangxie!
I want to know you, and live a long life.
The mountains have no mausoleums, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, but I dare to be with you!
"Butterfly Loves Flowers" Song Liuyong
Standing in a dangerous building, the breeze is gentle. Looking forward to the extremely sad spring, the sky is gloomy. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word as to who would lean on the fence.
I plan to get drunk on the madness. Singing to wine, 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.
"Untitled" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead, and the wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.
When you look in the mirror at dawn, you will be worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
"Jin Se" by Li Shangyin
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The bright moon in the sea has tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time.
"Xi Yi Ti" Qing Shi Qing
Since ancient times, passion has always been full of hatred, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up from.
It is difficult to get rid of the flowers, but the flying catkins are too scattered.
The fragrant nest is suddenly closed to the Yuanyang Club, and the new sentences are still written on the emerald screen.
My heart is broken because of separation, and my old shirt is full of tears.
Chapter 2: Ancient poems describing love
"Spring in the Jade House" by Yan Shu
"The green poplars and grassy Changting Road make it easy to leave people behind when you are young." The lingering dream at the top of the building is five o'clock in the morning, and the March rain is leaving love at the bottom of the flower.
Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands. When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love.
"Butterflies in Love with Flowers·Spring Evening" Li Guan
Gao walked leisurely in the distant night pavilion, just after the Qingming Festival, I gradually felt the sadness of the late spring.
The sound of rain is heard by the wind, and the hazy moonlight clouds come and go.
Peach and apricot are faintly fragrant and dark.
Who is swinging and whispering in his smile?
There are thousands of lovesickness in one inch, and there is no place to arrange it in this world.
"Li Si" Tang Yuanzhen
Once upon a time, it was difficult to find water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Take a look back at Huacong Lazy, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
"Rain Lin Bell" Liu Yong
The cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, the shower has begun to stop.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia.
Holding hands and looking into teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads across the sky.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times.
More embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival.
Where can I wake up tonight? The dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank.
Throughout the years, it should be a time of good times and good times.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them.
《One Cut of Plum Blossoms》One Cut of Plum Blossoms
The fragrance of red lotus roots lingers in the jade mat in autumn, I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose came back, the moon was full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows, a kind of lovesickness and two places of leisurely sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frowned, but it was in my heart.
"Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi" by Li Qingzhao
Xun Xun Mi Mi, deserted and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. Love Poems
Three cups and two bottles of weak wine, how can I defeat him? The wind comes late.
The wild goose is passing by, and I am sad, but we are an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, no one is worthy of being picked off now.
Guarding the window, how can one be alone in the dark.
The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it is drizzling at dusk.
This time, how can there be such a word as "sorrow"!
"Jiangchengzi" by Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them.
In the small window, they are dressing up, looking at each other without saying anything, only a thousand lines of tears.