1. I want to write a love letter to the person I like in classical Chinese, please help me
I recommend Tao Qian's "Xianqing Fu", the original text is: Husband He Guiyi's Order The posture is unique and shows off the crowd.
Show the beauty of the city, and be virtuous in the rumors. Wear jade to compare purity, and wear orchids to compete for fragrance.
He is gentle and gentle in the world, and his elegance and ambition are in the high clouds. Sad about the changing morning and evening, touching the long-term diligence of life; the same thing lasts for a hundred years, how to be sad when there are few joys! Sitting upright under a red curtain, enjoying the clear air and enjoying oneself.
Not only do you have slender fingers, but you also get colorful sleeves. The beautiful eyes are wandering, and the words and smiles are indistinguishable.
The tune is about halfway through, and the scene falls on the west pavilion. Sad businessmen knock in the forest, white clouds cover the mountains.
Look up at the road in the sky and bend down to sing the strings. The deity is charming and the demeanor is detailed.
I am grateful for the voiceless voice, and I am willing to talk to each other. I want to go and make an oath by myself, but I am afraid that it will be a mistake to be disrespectful; I wait for the phoenix to say goodbye, but I am afraid that others will do it first.
The mind is confused and peaceful, and the soul has moved for a moment: I would like to wear clothes as a collar and inherit the lingering fragrance of the flower head; I am sad that the night is leaving, and I am resentful that the autumn night is still young! I wish I could use my clothes as a belt to tie up my slim body; I wish I could take away the strange odor of warmth and coolness, or maybe get rid of the old and wear the new! May the hair be luxuriant, and the hair be brushed on the slumped shoulders; the sad beauty's repeated bathing, withered from the white water! May the eyebrows be darkened and spread freely as you look; I am sad that the makeup is still fresh, or it may be ruined by the beautiful makeup! I would like to have a feast in Wanguan, and my weak body will be at peace in the three autumns; I will be sad for Wenyin to replace the emperor, and I will see you again and again after many years! I wish I could walk on silk and be able to move around; I wish I could stop my sorrowful behavior and leave it empty in front of the bed! May it be a shadow in the day, always moving west and east according to its shape; I am sad for the many shades of tall trees, and my emotions vary from time to time! I wish to be a candle at night, illuminating the jade face in the two couplets; the sad light of the hibiscus hides the brightness in the dying scene! I wish I could make a fan out of bamboo, holding my sorrow soaring in my soft hand; I would like to mourn the white dew in the morning, and look at my lapels and sleeves to remember the miao! I wish I could be a paulownia on the tree, and a musical harp on my knees; I would like to be saddened by the extreme joys and sorrows, but finally push me away and stop playing! What you wish for will be violated, and it will only take pains to make a contract. Supporting labor and not complaining, Bu Rong and Yu Nanlin.
The dew of living magnolias, the remaining shade of green pine trees. There is a face to face in the suave journey, and everyone is happy and fearful in the middle. But I am lonely and invisible, and I want to find it in the sky.
Pulling back the light skirt to return to the road, looking at the sunset and sighing. When I move, I forget my interest, and my appearance is miserable and cold.
The leaves are gone, the air is desolate and cold, the sun sets its shadow and disappears, and the moon is beautiful in the clouds. The bird makes a mournful sound and returns alone, the beast even fails to return.
I mourn the twilight of that year, and hate the desire to die now. If you think about the night dream and follow it, your mind will be wandering and uneasy; if you lose the anchorage of the boat, it will be like being on a cliff without climbing.
At that time, the Pleiades filled the pavilion, the north wind was miserable and bright, and people were sleepless and wandering. I took off my belt to serve the morning, and there was heavy frost on the plain steps.
The chicken folds its wings but does not crow, the flute flows far away with clear mourning; the beginning is wonderful and secret, it is leisurely and peaceful, and in the end it is bright and concealed. Mrs. Yi is here, and she is holding the clouds to send her to her. The clouds pass by without saying anything, and the moment is passing by.
Thinking hard and feeling sorry for yourself will eventually block the mountains and stagnate the rivers. Welcome the breeze with timidity and tiredness, and send your weak will to return to the waves.
Especially "Mancao" is the meeting, and the remaining songs of "Zhao Nan" are recited. Keep your worries calm and sincere, and let your distant feelings rest in your eight dreams.
Translation: Ah! She is truly a peerless beauty who overwhelms all the beauties in the world. You have an alluring beauty and a beautiful moral character. It is said that you are whiter than the crystal jade you wear. You are even more beautiful than the quiet orchid and fragrant. Your feelings are not easy to reveal your lofty aspirations, just like the white clouds in the sky. Unfortunately, life is so short in the morning. It turns into dusk in an instant. I really hope that I can spend a hundred years with you happily, without being haunted by sorrow. You open the red gauze curtain and sit down to appreciate how beautiful your slender fingers are when you play the piano. Your white sleeves dance, and your beautiful eyes turn as you go. It’s hard for anyone to tell the difference between the melody and the song. The sun has already set through the west window. The autumn wind is blowing the woods and white clouds. Looking up at the mountain path, you bend over to play the piano again. At this time, your moving posture is what I see. How realistic and beautiful the sound of the piano is. I am so moved that I really want to talk to you and get to know you in person. I am afraid of being rude and dare not wait for the blue bird to express my feelings. I am also afraid that others will come before me. I am panic-stricken and cannot calm down. My soul seems to have flown to the horizon. I want to turn into your clothes. The collar is wrapped around your fragrant neck, but I am afraid that I have to leave you at night. The autumn nights are so long. I want to turn into a ribbon and tie it around your delicate waist. But I am afraid that the weather will change. You often change your clothes. I want to be you. The hair on the temples sticks to your temples and ears, but I’m afraid that you’ll have to take frequent baths and the ruthless hot water will fry me. I want to turn it into the color of your eyebrows that changes with your gaze, and I’m afraid that when you’re in full bloom, you’ll suddenly I want to change my face again. I want to turn into a bamboo mat on your bed for your delicate body to rest on. But I am afraid of being replaced by a leather mattress in winter. I want to wait for a whole year. I want to turn into the embroidered shoes on your feet to wrap around your feet and spin around. I'm afraid that Kong will leave me beside your bed when you are resting. I want to turn into your shadow during the day and follow you to the west or east. I'm afraid that you will go under the big tree. What a pity. But I can't follow you. I want to turn into a candle to light up at night. Your beautiful face is in the small room, but I'm afraid that the sun will come out in the east and the candlelight will disappear. The sunlight is so strong, I want to turn it into a small bamboo fan to hold the cool breeze in your hand, but I'm afraid that the white dew will come when the cold fan won't have to wait for a year. I want to turn into those sycamore trees and be the violin on your lap that you play, but I am afraid that when you are unhappy, you will push me aside and silence me. When I think about it carefully, it is hard for me to do what I want. Who told me to wander and wander to the southern woods. The magnolia trees I relied on dropped dew. The huge pine trees had thick shade. Wandering alone, who could I meet? In the sky, with joy and fear in my heart. It’s so lonely here. I can’t see anything. A person fantasizes about looking for you and lifts up his clothes. Go back the same way you came, look at the setting sun and sigh, what fun is there in walking by yourself? It's dusk, the scenery is dark and miserable, the leaves have fallen, the wind has picked up, and there's a chill, the sun suddenly disappears, the bright moon has penetrated into the clouds, the birds are mourning I cry out that I am lonely and fly away, wild beasts are waiting for my spouse and do not want to leave. I sigh that my youth is gone and I am approaching my old age. This life is about to end. What hope do I have? Can I dream of you tonight? I am in a daze and feel uneasy, like a lost pole in a boat, and like walking on a cliff. There is nothing to reach for. At this time, the sky is full of stars outside the window, and the north wind is whistling sadly. I open my eyes wide and find it difficult to fall asleep. Countless thoughts linger in my chest. I put on my clothes and wait for dawn. The thick white frost falls in front of me. The rooster has not yet spread its wings and crows in the distance. The sound of the flute is like flowing water. The sound started out very peaceful, but suddenly it sounded like a person's sorrow. My dear, where are you now? The clouds are moving, wishing to convey my thoughts. The clouds passed away silently and soon disappeared. I was thinking hard in my heart. Could it be? We are separated by big rivers and high mountains, let the breeze blow away the infinite thoughts, the gurgling water is endless nostalgia, if we can meet suddenly, sing the love poems in the Book of Songs, open your mind, only sincere love, true love will last forever between heaven and earth. . 2. What are the ancient texts about loving someone?
Shangxie
I want to know you and live forever. The mountains have no mausoleums and the rivers are exhausted. Thunder trembles in winter, and it rains and snows in summer. When heaven and earth are united, I dare to be with you.
Yue people's song
Tonight, what evening is coming in the middle of Paizhou. On what day will I be able to ride with the prince? Being humiliated is shameless. I was very upset when I learned about the prince. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart says you are here, you don’t know.
Phoenix seeking phoenix
There is a beautiful woman, I will never forget it when I see her. Not seeing you for a day makes me miss you like crazy. The phoenix is ??soaring, and the phoenix is ??begging for it from all over the world. Unfortunately, the beauty is not on the east wall. Use the qin to represent your words, and write your heartfelt chats. When will I see Xu Xi, I will comfort my hesitation. May your words be worthy of your virtue, and join hands to support each other. If I can't fly, I will perish. The phoenix comes back to its hometown, and travels around the world to seek its phoenix. If you don't meet me at that time, you will have nothing to do. How can you realize that you are going to be promoted to this hall now? There is a beautiful lady in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisonous to my intestines. How come they are like mandarin ducks with their necks crossed, and they are soaring in the air! The phoenix is ??here, the phoenix is ??here to live with me, and I have to entrust the breeding tail to be my concubine forever. Friendship is harmonious and the mind is harmonious. Who knows how to meet each other in the middle of the night? Both wings rise and fly high, without feeling, my thoughts make me sad.