What are the poems of picking up girls or Diao Han?

1, there is a kind of beauty that I will never forget. I want to go crazy if I can't see you for a day. The phoenix flies high, and the four seas seek to burn. Helpless beauty, not in the east wall. Use the piano instead of language. Tell me about it. When I see Xu Xi, comfort me. Willing to match virtue with words and work together. I can't fly, which makes me fall. Feng Feng returned to his hometown and traveled around the world looking for his death. I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today? There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck, and it is soaring! Burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning. Who knows in the middle of the night? My wings fly high and my thoughts make me sad. -"Feng Qiu Huang" Sima Xiangru

2, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. -"Five Thoughts" Yuan Zhen

3, the water pattern is precious and thoughtful, and it takes a thousand miles to rest. From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon. -"Writing Love" Yi Lee

4. What's in the middle tonight? Today, I must be in the same boat with the prince. Shame, shame, shame. My heart is restless. There are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees. My heart says you don't know. -The song of the Yue people is anonymous.

5, spring outing, apricot flowers blowing full head. Who is young and romantic? I'm going to marry my body and rest for life. Don't be ashamed of being mercilessly abandoned. -"Sidi Township" Wei Zhuang

6. Who owns the garden in sunny days and spring? Warm method urges, the valley is peaceful, orioles dance, and the fragrant trees are moved at first. Seeing the wet golden clothes, Ye Ying speaks like a spring. Xiao Lai's big branches are rough, as if whispering his heart and profound meaning.

There is no evidence. When warm smoke comes out, I go swimming with bees. Wild tracks, two calls, and finally dance in the fog. When you are in the garden, don't be in the depths of the flowers. At this time, Haiyan was partial to compassion, and they all made peace. -"Yellow" Liu Yong