1. Homesick poems about Liu
01. Please ask me about the flowing water in the east, who is the opposite of me? ——Li Bai
02. I advise you to drink a glass of wine. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west. ——Wang Wei
03. Wherever the sails are anchored at sunset, the sight of the horizon will break your heart. ——Meng Haoran
04. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. ——Li Bai
05. We know each other as close as we know each other. ——Wang Bo
06. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown. ——Li Bai
07. I wish you a long life and a long life. ——Su Shi
08. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. ——Wang Wei
09. If you were transformed into hundreds of billions of people, they would disperse to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown. ——Liu Zongyuan
10. When you asked about the return date, the autumn pond was filled with rain at night in Bashan. ——Li Shangyin
11. The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? ——Wang Anshi
12. I don’t know where the reeds are blowing, and all the people are looking at their hometowns overnight. ——Li Yi
13. The thoughts of wandering in the floating clouds, the love of old friends in the setting sun. ——Li Bai
14. The long farewell, the long-awaited farewell, the nostalgia for no reason. ——Xu Shu
15. I know that the human heart is not like a tree, so why do you think that people are separated like flowers? ——Xiao Zixian
16. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. ——Li Shangyin
17. When will we know when we miss each other, it is embarrassing at this time and this night. ——Li Bai
18. Endless is the sorrow of separation, and I have thought about it all over the world. ——Yan Shu
19. After leaving, I don’t know how far away you are, how depressing it is to see you! ——Ouyang Xiu
20. It rains in the middle of the night on the sycamore leaves, and the sound of the leaves is parting. ——Zhou Zizhi
21. The melancholy Xiaoying waning moon, farewell. Soundproof and dust free. ——Wei Zhuang
22. Passion has hurt parting since ancient times, and even more embarrassing and neglecting the Qingqiu Festival. ——Liu Yong
23. The passage of time should be a waste of good times and good scenery. ——Liu Yong
24. The sorrow of separation is causing thousands of threads to be in chaos, and the catkins are flying across the east road. ——Zhang Xian
25. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance is like spring water. ——Ouyang Xiu
26. After a long journey back to Qingye, people’s words are gradually unknown, and I return home with sadness. ——Zhou Bangyan
27. Afraid of the pain of separation, there are many things that I want to talk about but I still have to stop. ——Li Qingzhao
28. Where I stare, there is a new sadness from now on. ——Li Qingzhao
29. I burst into tears immediately after leaving my soul, feeling really haggard. ——Cheng Gai
30. Where does sorrow come from, it leaves people’s hearts in autumn. ——Wu Wenying 2. Poems with the word "willow" in "Missing"
Picking Wei
In the past, I have left, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing.
Li Bai·Recalling Qin E
The sound of the flute swallowed, Qin E dreamed of breaking the moon in the Qin Tower. Qin Lou is full of moon, willows are colored every year, and Baling is sad to say goodbye. Enjoy the Qingqiu Festival in Yuanyuan, and the sound of Xianyang's ancient road is excruciating. The sound is gone, the west wind is lingering, the Han family mausoleum
Farewell
The willows are green and heavy on the ground, the poplars are flying in the sky, the willow branches are broken and the flowers are flying away, I would like to ask the passers-by if they are coming home. .
Liangzhou Ci by Wang Zhihuan.
Far above the Yellow River among the white clouds, there is an isolated city named Wanren Mountain. Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass.
Wei Zhuang, Jinling Map
The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the six dynasties are like birds chirping in the sky. The most ruthless willow is Taicheng Liu, still smoked ten miles away from the embankment.
How much leisure and sorrow are there? Yichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and rain, and plums are yellow and rainy.
He Zhu. The Sapphire Case
A stream of smoke and willows is covered with thousands of silk threads, but there is no reason why the orchid boat can live there.
Zhou Zizhi. Walking on the Shasha
The sorrow of leisure is the most painful. Don’t go and lean on Weilan, where the setting sun is shining and the smoke of willows breaks your heart.
Xin Qiji. Moyu'er
Looking closely, it is not poplar flowers, but the tears of separation.
Su Shi. Water Dragon Yin
The cicadas are miserable. It's late to Changting. The showers have begun to subside. All the cars and tents are drinking without thoughts. Nostalgia. Lanzhou urged. Holding hands and looking into teary eyes.
I was speechless and choked. Think about it. Thousands of miles of smoke. The dusk is heavy and the sky is vast. Passion has hurt parting since ancient times. Even more embarrassing.
Ignore the Qingqiu Festival. Where to wake up tonight? The dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank. After so many years, it should be a good time and beautiful scenery. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them! ——Liu Yong. Yu Linling
Hearing the flute in Luo City on a spring night Li Bai
The sound of someone’s jade flute flies darkly and spreads into the spring breeze throughout Luo City.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, who can't help but love the hometown! 3. What are the poems about willows?
Giving Willows
Li Shangyin
Zhangtai is hidden behind, and the roads in Chengdu are even more uneven.
Seeing that she is extremely romantic, come and be graceful.
The bridge is about to break, and the embankment is far away.
Forbearance blooms like snow, and the brothel flutters the wine flag.
Shi Jianwu's "Breaking Willows":
It's sad to see the spring willows on the roadside, each layer is broken and the other is broken.
This year, I will stay where I was last year, and I won’t say goodbye to others last year.
"Willows by the River" by Yong Yuzhi
On the edge of the ancient embankment, there is a green tree smoke.
If the silk is not continuous, keep the tielang boat.
"Willow" by Luo Yin
Ba Anqing comes to say goodbye frequently, cuddling with each other through the spring.
The flying catkins in my own house are still uncertain, and I am arguing about the hanging silk and stumbling passers-by.
"The Old Willow in the West of the Qinzheng Building" by Bai Juyi
A half-decayed tree facing the wind, a passionate man standing on horseback.
A willow tree in Kaiyuan, spring of the second year of Changqing.
And Tang Yanqian's poem "Weeping Willow" has a different meaning:
There is no love in the spring breeze, who dares to fight against lightness in the world.
The king of Chu planted seeds on the bank of the river for no reason, and his slim waist was damaged by starvation and he could not learn.
"Ode to the Willow" by He Zhizhang
The jasper is made up to the height of a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
"Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi"
Wang Wei
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new.
I urge you to have another glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends
Shi Jianwu's "Breaking Willows":
It hurts to see the willow spring by the roadside, One fold and one new one.
This year, I will go back to where I was last year, and I won’t say goodbye to others last year.
"Willows by the River" by Yong Yuzhi
On the edge of the ancient embankment, there is a green tree smoke.
If the silk is not continuous, keep the tielang boat.
"Willow" by Luo Yin
Ba Anqing comes to say goodbye frequently, cuddling with each other through the spring.
The flying catkins in my own house are still uncertain, and I am stumbling over passers-by by arguing with them.
"The Old Willow in the West of the Qinzheng Building" by Bai Juyi
A half-decayed tree facing the wind, a passionate man standing on horseback.
A willow tree in Kaiyuan, spring of the second year of Changqing. 4. Verses about lovesickness
Verses about lovesickness:
1. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my loved ones even more during the festive season. ——Wang Wei's "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th"
2. Who do you want to describe as lovesickness? Lovers don't know. —— Yan Jidao's "Sauvignon Blanc·Sauvignon Blanc"
3. Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to miss your hometown. ——Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"
4. There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past. ——Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"
5. Only if you don't know lovesickness in your life will you love lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness. ——Xu Zaisi's "The Order of Gui Gui·Spring Love"
6. I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to my love. ——Li Zhiyi's "Bu Shuzi·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River"
7. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River. ——Li Qingzhao's "Summer Quatrains"
8. I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most lovesick thing. ——Wang Wei's "Lovesickness" 5. Poems about willows
Thousands of birds sing in the New Year, and poplars fly all over the road in February
Chirp: Birds sing.
"Spring Fu" by Yu Xin of the Northern Zhou Dynasty
Yanghua and elm pods have no talent, but they can only explain the sky full of snow.
Yanghua: catkins. Elm pod: elm money. When the elm tree has no leaves, it first produces pods between the branches. The pods are as small as money. The pods are white when they are old and fall with the wind.
"Late Spring" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
The moonlight in the atrium is clear and bright, and countless poplar flowers pass without a shadow
Poplar flowers: Catkins.
Song Dynasty Zhang Xian's "Magnolia·Yimao Wu Xing Cold Food"
The spring breeze does not let go of the poplar flowers, and they flutter in the faces of passers-by
I don't understand: I don't know. cannot. Forbidden: to stop. Yanghua: catkins.
"Traveling on the Shasha" by Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty
Reluctant to draw a bright house, the spring breeze is free and the poplar flowers
It means that the catkins are flying freely and do not linger. Yu Huatang Zhuhu's wealthy family.
"Qing Ping Le" by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty
Spring scenery is divided into three parts: two parts dust and one part flowing water
Spring scenery: refers to poplar flowers. Two-thirds of the dust: Two-thirds of the poplar flowers fall into the dust on the roadside. One minute of flowing water: one-third of the poplar flowers fall to the water.
Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin·Ci Yun Zhang Zhi Fu Yang Hua Ci": "The spring scenery is divided into three parts, two parts are dust, and one part is running water. Looking closely, it is not poplar flowers, but the tears of people leaving."
”
After the east wind of peaches and plums in the small garden, I can see the poplars flying freely
Poplars: catkins.
Wang Ling of the Song Dynasty "瀹瀹"
At the end of spring, no catkins can be left behind. Wherever the wind will let them fall,
"Nine Poems on the Willow Branch River" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
The dense shadows of the fragrance form a flower cave. , Willow knots are heavy with fireworks
Foot: the path. Flowers are heavy: the flowers are blooming and the branches are falling. These two sentences describe the flowers blooming on both sides of the path, intertwined and covered, looking like a flower hole, with willow branches intertwined. It hangs down heavily, creating a scene of spring.
"Spring Hua Yin" by Li He of the Tang Dynasty
There is no one on the willow path, and the catkins are flying without a shadow.
Song Dynasty. ·Zhang Xian's "Peony Cutting"
The catkins are blowing in the wind. The desire is gone: the cold is about to end. Pink refers to the flower pieces. The fragrance is bursting.
Song Dynasty Yan Shu's "Butterfly Love Flower"
The catkins fall silently and shed tears. There are shadows in the moving clouds and the moon is shy
Falling catkins means that the catkins are falling silently with a few rain stars, as if spring is secretly crying for its end; the moon is always covered by floating clouds. , seems shy and unwilling to show up in public
Wu Wenying of the Song Dynasty "Huanxisha" 6. Poems about willows and the emotions expressed
Appreciation of willow poems Willow trees are the most popular in ancient poetry. Important images.
Countless literati have created countless famous articles around it. Studying them and analyzing them is an important part of Chinese teaching and an important part of improving middle school students' Chinese literacy.
Here are some of his famous poems for analysis: "Yong Liu He Zhizhang" The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. The poem uses personification to compare the willow tree to a graceful Xiaojiabiyu, which is charming and moving. It also uses questions and metaphors to compare the spring breeze to a skilled craftsman, praising the spring scenery full of vitality and expressing the author's love for nature. Love, love for life.
The bridge is blocked by the Ying Road, which is extremely romantic.
The bridge is about to end. The embankment is far away, and the flowers are blooming like snow, and the brothel flutters with the wine flag.
The author of the first couplet of the poem seems to be standing on the sky, with his vision extending from the streets of Zhangtai in Chang'an to Ying in Chudi. The road is full of willow trees. Everyone says it is very beautiful, and it is the most beautiful season when I come here.
I walked along the small bridge and reached the end. Looking along the long embankment, one can see that there is no end in sight. The neat couplets on the neck show the author's love for the willow tree.
How can I bear it? Watching catkins fluttering, flying up to the restaurant, fluttering the wine flag.
Because as soon as the catkins fly, spring is about to pass. It shows the author's love for spring.
Liu Li Shangyin once danced in the east wind and enjoyed the spring garden in the heart-breaking sky. How can I be willing to arrive on a clear autumn day with the setting sun and smoke again?
This poem describes the willows in autumn, but it starts with the willows in spring. The willow branches are flying, chasing the east wind, and dancing with the dancing girls at the wine banquet.
The beautiful spring scenery makes people so mesmerized that they forget to leave. Three or four sentences suddenly made waves. How could it be that on a desolate autumn day, under the setting sun, amid the chirping of cicadas, how sad would the weeping willow be? The poem is about rising but then suppressing, embodying the author's infinite personal emotion. Time flies by, but he has no way to serve the country, and he is depressed and frustrated.
Li Shangyin had a great affection for Liu. In his collection of poems, there are more than a dozen poems with Liu as the title alone, and even more poems use the word "Liu". Roughly speaking, there are the following situations.
1. Ode to the willow as a metaphor for people Among many plants, willow sprouts earlier, so it is often captured by sensitive poets to describe spring. By convention, willows have become a symbol of spring.
The representative work of this type of poem is "Gift to Willow": "The Zhangtai is hidden, and the Ying Road is more uneven. Seeing that it is very romantic, I come to be graceful.
The desire to walk back to the bridge Broken, the embankment is far away, and the flowers are blooming like snow, and the brothels are fluttering with wine flags."
The first couplet writes that willows are everywhere from north to south. "Shaded" and "varied" describe the luxuriant scene of bright or dark willows with soft flowing strips, indicating that the time is spring.
The long willow branches in the couplet are dancing gracefully in the spring breeze. The words "romantic" and "graceful" describe Liu's light body, like a young girl, which is very touching.
The continuous willow color in the neck couplet and the tail couplet draws the poet's eyes across the bridge embankment and into the bustling world. The flower flying like "snow" describes the prosperity of the spring willow to the extreme, and it also implies that it is not far away from withering, revealing the poet's regret.
There are eight lines in the poem, all drawn in white. There is not a single word "willow" in the poem, but willow is written in every line, and the figure of a graceful and affectionate girl seems to be shaking between the lines. Ying Liu is actually praising people, and the love and affection for Liu is also the attachment and longing for people.
2. Self-injury by chanting willow. Willow branches are slender and consistent with the figure of beautiful women. Therefore, the ancients often used willow as a portrayal of beautiful women. The representative work of this type of poem is "Willow": "I once chased the east wind to blow the dance banquet, and enjoyed the spring garden in the heartbreaking sky.
How can I be willing to arrive in the clear autumn day, with the setting sun and cicadas!" The poem is about autumn! The willow in the sun, but the poet does not write from the front, but first recalls its scene in spring, and then returns to the willow in front of him. You see, in the Leyou Garden where there are many ladies and gentlemen, on the bustling spring day, the graceful spring willows and the dancing girls are combined in the lively dance banquet. It is difficult to tell who is the dancing girl and who is the willow. Branches, how beautiful the artistic conception is! But the Qiu Liu in front of him was a completely opposite scene.
"Qingqiu", "setting sun" and "autumn cicada" dye the desolation of the environment. The prosperity of the willows in spring reflects the withering of the willows in autumn; the more prosperous and proud the spring, the more it shows the autumn. The willows are scattered and haggard. It is through this strong contrast that the poet expresses his lament for the sparse decline of autumn willows.
The whole poem is written about willow, but there is no word "willow" in it. Every sentence describes the scenery, and every sentence is lyrical.
When the poet was young, he was full of fantasy and confidence, and had lofty ambitions, just like spring willows filled with vitality. However, due to the party strife, the poet has been living a sinking life. The autumn willows in the poem that have experienced great changes in prosperity and decline are a true portrayal of the poet's self-destruction of his old age and his own life experience.
3. Saying farewell to willows The homophonic sound of willow is "liu", which often means to stay with guests, and because the willow silk is long and soft, the wind makes it look like it is lingering and difficult to part with, so the ancients often broke willows to say goodbye.
The representative work of this type of poem is "Liting Fu and Breaking Willows": "For the time being, let's drink wine to get rid of boredom, don't hurt your frown and slender waist. There is only separation before death, the spring breeze strives to cherish the long one?" "For the helpless separation, we can only temporarily drive away the sorrow of separation with a glass of wine.
Since it cannot be undone, take good care of yourself. Except for death, there is nothing more painful than separation. In the spring breeze, don’t begrudge the long wicker, let the separated people climb and break as much as possible! Facing the willow tree with its branches dancing gracefully, it seems so sentimental and hard to let go, but my friend is about to leave. How can this scene not make people resentful? 4. Exaggerate the atmosphere. In Li Shangyin's poems, there are many poems that use willow trees, either directly or in contrast, to exaggerate the atmosphere.
The former is like the two sentences in "Sui Palace": "Today there are no fireflies in the rotting grass, but in ancient times there will be twilight crows in the weeping willows." The front exaggerates the desolate scene after the fall of the Sui Dynasty.
The latter is like the two sentences in "February 2nd": "Flowers, willows, and eyes are all bad, and purple butterflies and wasps are all sentimental." Flowers, willows, bees, and butterflies are symbols of spring life and vitality. , but they do not take into account people's joys and sorrows, which is in sharp contrast to the poet who lost his life in the spring, thus reflecting the poet's miserable mood.
Appreciation of "Ode to the Willow" by Ma Maoyuan The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
This is a poem about willows in early spring and February. When writing about Yangliu, where should I start? 7. Poems about lovesickness
A plum blossom cut by Li Qingzhao
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.
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 frown, but it is in my heart.
Drunk Flower Yin Li Qingzhao
The mist is thick and the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Yellow Crane Tower Cui Hao
In the past, people had taken the Yellow Crane to go there, and the Yellow Crane Tower was vacant here. The yellow crane is gone and never returns, and the white clouds remain empty for thousands of years. Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is luxuriant and Parrot Island is green. Where is the hometown gate at sunset? The misty waves on the river make people sad.
Jiang Chengzi Su Dongpo
Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that every year, at the place where the intestines are broken, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.
I miss you every day and don’t see you,
I drink the water of the Yangtze River.
When will this water stop?
When will this hatred end?
I only hope that your heart will be like mine,
I will live up to my love.
Ancient Chinese Li Zhiyi>
The most classic. < /p>
"The Book of Songs·Guo Feng·Qin Feng"
The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost.
The so-called beauty is on the water side.
If you follow it, the road is long and blocked.
If you follow it, you will find yourself in the middle of the water.
The leaves are luxuriant, and the white dew is still there.
The so-called Yiren is on the water.
Follow it back and forth, but the road is blocked and you can advance.
If you go back and swim from it, you will feel like you are swimming in the water.
The dew is not gone when we collect the jianjia.
The so-called beauty is in the stream of water.
Follow it back, but the road is blocked and to the right.
Travel back and forth, just like swimming in the water.
"No one in ancient times has written about lovesickness like "Jian Jia"."
Zi Jin>
Green Zi Jin, my heart is leisurely. Even if I don't go, will Zi Ning have no heir?
The green purple robe makes me think about it for a long time. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come?
Picking up the troubles and reaching the gates of the city. Not seeing him for one day is like missing him for three months.
Looking at the moon and Huaiyuan Zhang Jiuling
The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world *** At this time, lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night.
The candle is extinguished and the light is full of pity, I feel the dew in my clothes. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep.
Liu Yuxi's Bamboo Branch Poems
The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I can hear the singing on Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.
A letter to Li Shangyin from the night rain in the north
You asked about the return date but the night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. Why should I cut the candles from the west window and say nothing about the night rain in Bashan
Li Si Yuan Zhen
Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. Looking back lazily from the flowers, I was half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king
Queqiao Immortal Qin Temple
The fine clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back. If the love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?
Sheng Chazi Ouyang Xiu
On Yuan night last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk.
On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. Missing the person from last year, tears fill the sleeves of the spring shirt
Sauvignon Blanc
Bai Juyi
In September, the west wind blows, and the moon is cold and frosty. Miss you, the autumn night is long, and your soul rises nine times in one night. In February, the east wind comes, and the grass and flowers bloom. I miss you late in the spring, and I have nine bowel movements in one night. I live in the north of Luoqiao, and you live in the south of Luoqiao. We met when we were fifteen, and we are twenty-three this year. Like female dill grass, growing on the side of pine trees. The vines are short and the branches are tall and bitter, and they can't be lingered on. People say that if everyone has a wish, it will come true in heaven. I want to be like a beast in the distance, walking shoulder to shoulder step by step. I would like to be a tree in the deep mountains, with branches connected and healthy.
Sauvignon Blanc
The Song family of Tang·Lang family
Sauvignon Blanc, long separation. The mountains are blocked and the wind and smoke are gone. The writing on the mirror on the stage is gone, and the writing on the sleeve is gone. How could there be joy without seeing you?
Sauvignon Blanc
Jia Fengji
Since the king came out, his beauty has turned haggard. Missing you is like a bright candle, burning your heart and bringing tears to your eyes.
Sauvignon Blanc
Sui Dynasty Chen Shuda
Since the king came out, the bright mirror has stopped wearing red makeup. Missing you is like a candle at night, causing thousands of tears. 8. Ancient poems describing love and lovesickness
1. Two poems from Nange/Xintiansheng Yangliu Branch
The author is Wen Tingyun, Tang Dynasty
One foot deep Red is worse than Quchen, and old things are inherently inferior to new ones. The Albizia Julibrissin peach core is finally hated, and there is no one else in Xu Yuanlai.
Lamps are lit at the bottom of the well, and the candles are deep in the well, and the wise man is always playing chess. The exquisite dice is decorated with red beans, and I miss you deeply.
Translation
A long crimson dress has turned pale yellow over time. Since ancient times, old things have not been as flattering as new things. You and I were supposed to be as steadfast as Albizia walnuts, but I never imagined that you already had someone else in your heart, which made me hate you after all.
I light a lamp at the bottom of the well and tell you very sincerely that I can play Changxing with you, but I will not play Go with you. The red dots on the exquisitely made dice are like the most lovesick red beans, and they go deep into my bones, expressing my love for you that goes deep into my bones. Do you know?
2. Five Poems on Lisi·Fourth
Author Yuan Zhen, Tang Dynasty
Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Take the flower bush to look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Translation
Once you have been to the sea, you will not care about the water elsewhere; except for Wushan, you will not call the clouds anywhere else clouds. I walked through the flowers in a hurry, not bothering to look back. The reason for this is partly because of the asceticism of the monks, and partly because of the you I once had.
3. Bu Suanzi·I live at the head of the Yangtze River
Author Li Zhiyi, Song Dynasty
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.
When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.
Translation
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, and you live at the bottom of the Yangtze River. I miss you day and night, but I can't see you, but we drink the water of the Yangtze River together. When will the endless river dry up, and when will the bitter hatred of separation cease.
I only hope that your heart will stay as strong as mine, and you will not let down my infatuated love.
4. Magpie Bridge Immortal·Xianyun makes tricks
Author Qin Guan, Dynasty and Song Dynasty
Xianyun makes tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and the distance between Yin and Han is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they be together day and night?
Translation
The thin clouds are ever-changing in the sky, the shooting stars in the sky convey the sadness of lovesickness, and I quietly pass through the vast and distant Milky Way tonight. Meeting on the Chinese Valentine's Day in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those couples in the world who stay together forever but seem to be inseparable.
*** tells of lovesickness, tenderness is like water, the brief meeting is like a dream, and when we part, I can't bear to look at the Magpie Bridge Road. As long as our love lasts until death, there is no need to covet the happiness of each other.
5. Jade House Spring·Spring Hate
Author Yan Shu, Song Dynasty
Changting Road with green poplars and fragrant grass. It's easy to leave people behind when you're young. The lingering dream at the top of the building is five o'clock in the morning, and the March rain is leaving the flowers behind.
Being ruthless is not as painful as being passionate. One inch becomes thousands of strands. When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love.
Translation
On the ancient pavilion road with green poplars, weeping willows and luxuriant grass, he seemed like a couple who easily left me behind and walked away. The bell above the building awakened the lingering dreams of the fifth night, and the sorrow in my heart was like the March spring rain falling on the bottom of the flowers.
How can a heartless person understand the troubles of a passionate person? An inch of lovesickness and sorrow turns into thousands of strands. No matter how far away the world is, there will be an end to it, but the sorrow of cherishing someone is infinitely long and has no end.