Poems describing reunion

The crescent moon bends like an eyebrow, which means no reunion. Red beans are ugly and full of acacia tears.

Peach pulp is cracked all day long, and benevolence is in my heart. Sooner or later, the two partition flowers will tie the knot.

Throw music Liu Yuxi

Five-color embroidery is a reunion and a tortoise shell feast.

The best place is under the red candle, before the flowers fall.

If passengers get off the boat first, they should be given a boat.

Caisangzi Lv Benzhong

Hating the king is not like the moon,

North and South, East and West, North and South, East and West,

Only accompany and never leave.

Hating the king is like a river building,

If it is temporarily full, it will still lose money.

When is the reunion?

The rest of Hong Xiuxie

Dark bamboo foil rain and cold wind are steep,

Try Luo jianxiang to sell.

Hate the night of falling flowers.

The silver desk lamp is very dark.

The embroidered pillow was covered with tears.

There are few dreams of reunion.

Shuangdiao Pan Fei District Commercial Pavilion

In the future, drinking will only be swallowed,

If you want to drink, pour one first.

Frequent wishes,

Everyone in the world likes early reunion.

Thank god,

Teach me to meet often.

Shanpo mutton master Wang

The steamed bread in Yun Song is fragrant and warm.

Sleeping in the boudoir hurts sleeping in the spring.

Liu Huafei, Xiao Qiongji,

The sound of snow is auspicious.

Arouse a dream of reunion

Who doesn't do beauty?

Bah, it's you!

Cherish Cao Xueqin for the moon

Speaking of reunion,

Jade fence full of sunshine.

It circled in the sky before it persisted.

All human surnames look up.

Huanxisha and Mr. Liu Yazi Mao Zedong

1950 National Day, Mr. Liu Yazi improvised "Huanxisha" because

Step by step, the sound and rhyme are harmonious.

It's hard to know the weather in Chixian County.

A hundred years of magic dance,

500 million people were not reunited.

Sing a rooster, the world is white,

Wanfang's music plays in the sky,

The poet is even more proud of the spring breeze.

Bai Juyi, calling himself an old man, shows his family.

Life is seventy-five, salary is fifty thousand.

Husband and wife grow old together, and nephews live together for many years.

Porridge is delicious in new rice, but robe is warm in old cotton.

Although they lost their homes, the family members were lucky to be reunited.

Put it under the bed screen and move it in front of the stove.

Listen to the grandson reading and watch the waiter frying soup.

Write poetry to pay off debts, and smoke clothes as medicine money.

The branches mind their own business and climb back to sleep in the sun.

Du Mu and Broken Mirror

When shall we meet again?

At present, the autumn wind starts in Wan Li, and there are clouds in the north and south.