The wind came to cover the window leaves, and I surprised the dragon king.
A speech is short, but lovesickness is long.
Mr. Lang said that he loved me and dared not think about it.
I accidentally read this poem in the most beautiful literature.
It was raining at that time, so I drew a long tune and watched it again and again.
It will be clear.
You say you like rain, but when it rains, you take an umbrella.
You say you like sunshine, but when it shines, you hide under the tree to enjoy the cool.
You say you like the wind, but when it blows, you close the window.
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Ye Gong likes dragons, but when he saw the dragon king, he was afraid.
You said you miss me, miss me, miss me. I'm afraid of this feeling, just like you like fish, sunshine and wind, so you can't help but feel it.
2. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
When I first read this poem, I was still in the sixth grade of primary school. At that time, most of the poems recited were swallowed, and I didn't want to understand them.
Later, when I was in junior high school, I realized that this was a famous love poem.
Li Shangyin's love poems are always touching and fascinating.
When will you let me go home? We're not sure yet.
Bashan, where I live, keeps raining at night, and the pond outside is full of water.
On this lonely, windy and rainy night. I'm thinking that one day we can also have a lively chat under the window at home at night and cut some dim candlelight into a beautiful snuff together.
3. "Pick hibiscus on the river"
Picking hibiscus by the river, Lanzeduo fragrant grass.
Who wants to leave, Philip Burkart.
Looking back at my hometown, it's a long way.
I am bent on leaving home and worried to death.
I saw this poem on the Internet. At that time, I set the last sentence as my QQ signature, with a literary tone.
This poem is about a man in a foreign land. When he saw the beautiful lotus, he could not help thinking of his wife. He crossed the river just to pick a lotus flower and give it to his wife who missed him.
At the thought of returning to my hometown, I can't help sighing, sighing that my hometown is boundless, sighing that I am homesick in a foreign land, thinking of the sorrow and sorrow of my beloved wife, and even dying.
After reading these poems, I feel that the ancients were really great. What you see at random can express your lovesickness.