West Lake Love Poems 1. Love poems of West Lake
It's better to drink the wine from the West Lake. The buns are wrapped in red apricots and peaches.
The spring shirt is still the same, the little people are sewing, and it used to wet the West Lake.
It's not good to go straight. You have to spend the spring in the West Lake.
This has been the case since ancient times, so who will pay for the West Lake?
I was drunk in the rain of the West Lake for fifteen years.
I also borrowed West Lake grass from last year's people.
Remember that next year's trivia will be messy. Must see. Pan-West Lake is heartbroken.
Thanks to the old romantic scenery of West Lake, I want to have a dream trip.
Don't blame me for changing my mind quickly. The West Lake has its own moths.
Chu Shi's bones in the West Lake should be polished, and only this poem can overwhelm him.
2. Complete love poems describing the West Lake
1. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? -Lin Sheng (Song Dynasty)-Title of Lin 'an House
2, red blood, tears. Do you still remember the bitterness of acacia in West Lake? -Liu Jiangsun (Song Dynasty)-Walking on Shakespeare.
3, the West Lake has a good sunset, beautiful flower dock, ten hectares flat, and no boat on the wild shore. -Ouyang Xiu (Song Dynasty)-"Picking mulberry, Sunset on the West Lake"
4. West Lake is the first state in the southeast of China, and it has many beautiful scenery since ancient times. -Chen (Song)-"Shui Long Yin, West Lake Nostalgia"
5. I love the eastbound lake and the white sand embankment in the shade of Populus davidiana. -Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)-Spring outing in Qiantang Lake
6. The West Lake is good after the crowd, but the wolf is still red. -Ouyang Xiu (Song Dynasty)-"West Lake after picking mulberry and flowers"
7. I didn't throw it into Hangzhou, and half of it was this lake. -Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)-Spring Lake
8, the sky is high and the West Lake is good, the clouds are light and the wind is clear. -Ouyang Xiu (Song Dynasty)-"Picking mulberry seeds to make the West Lake beautiful"
9. Who can enjoy the West Lake? There is no shortage of beautiful scenery. -Ouyang Xiu (Song Dynasty)-"Who can enjoy the West Lake by picking mulberry seeds?"
10, Changji once joined hands, thousands of trees pressed, and the West Lake was cold. -Jiang Kui (Song Dynasty)-Dimfragrance and old moonlight
1 1, the spring shirt is still small, and it got wet in the West Lake. -Su Shi (Song Dynasty)-"Jade Case, Send Bo Gu to Wuzhong"
12. Don't sing this song to the West Lake. The scenery is so sad. -Zhao Mengfu (Yuan Dynasty)-Tomb of Yue Wang E
13, and last year, * * * borrowed Xihu grass. -Su Shi (Song Dynasty)-"The operator feels old"
14, I remember that the west bank of West Lake is the advantage of Sunset Mountain, and the sky is blue and green. -Su Shi (Song Dynasty)-"Klang Ganzhou, Visiting Solitons"
15, the West Lake is also the Spring Festival Evening, and the water trees are chirping. -Zhong Shu (Song Dynasty)-"Confessions, Baoyue Mountain Works"
3. The poems describing the beauty of the West Lake are full of emotion.
Spring outing in Qiantang River
Tang Bai Juyi
Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water surface is flat at the foot of the cloud.
Several early songbirds compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the eastbound lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana.
Drink the rain on Chuqing Lake.
Song sushi
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
Chu Xiao Jingci Temple saw Lin Zifang off.
Song Yang Wanli
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
4. Ancient poems describing love
An ancient poem about love, Bai Juyi of Sauvignon Blanc, flows in the water, flows in Surabaya, and flows to the ancient ferry in Guazhou. Wu Shan is a little sad.
Think of dragons, hate dragons, hate to rest when returning, and the moon people lean on the building. I dreamed of washing and dressing in Jiangnan, leaning against Wangjianglou alone.
After all, Qian Fan is not here, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken! Sauvignon blanc forest is covered with green mountains and green moons. The green hills on both sides of the strait greet each other.
Who knows the feeling of parting? Your tears are full and mine are full. The ribbon knot is not finished.
The tide at the head of the river has ebbed. I met Yu and went to the west wing without saying a word. The moon was like a hook.
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow.
It's not just the general taste. In the dark night, Li Yulin thanked Chunhong, and she was also anxious, but there was a cold rain and a night breeze.
Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
At first, a strong wind blew to Jinmen, Feng Yansi, bringing a pool of spring water. Wandering in the fragrant path of Yuanyang, stroking the almond core with your hand.
Leaning on the railing by the pool, watching the fighting ducks, the Hosta on his head hangs obliquely. He missed his sweetheart all day, but he never came back, and suddenly he heard a magpie calling.
Yulouchun Ouyang Xiu planned to say the date of return in front of the bottle, but did not say that Chunrong was miserable first. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance. Before the farewell party, Mo sang a new tie. This song has a sad feeling.
When you see all the flowers in Los Angeles, it's easy to say goodbye to Chunfeng. By the Xijiang River, Sima Guang's bun is loose and tied, and the lead flower is light makeup. Red mist cover light, fly flocculant. Be there or be square, appear heartless. At the end of the song, the wine wakes up slightly. The moon in the deep courtyard is quiet. The fairy in the magpie bridge, the Qin Guan is delicate and clever, the flying stars spread grievances, and the silver Han is far away. When the golden wind meets the dew, it will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.
Yu Meiren Qin Guan planted peach blossoms in the sky, not the number of flowers, but the beauty of water in the depths of chaotic mountains. Who is the jade blooming for? What is the limit of the slight cold in Mao Mao? Don't care about spring, what's the harm of getting drunk? I'm afraid my heart will break when I wake up! Liu Yong felt cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. Love hurts and leaves since ancient times.
What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Wu Fengqi Liuyong leans against a dangerous building, and the wind is very good. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark.
In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently?
I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless.
I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
Recalling the thin pillow weather in Emperor Yong Jing Liu. It feels like love at first sight.
It's colder to get up and sleep. After all, I can't sleep, and the night is as long as years.
I'm going to stay, but I'm going back to Levi's. I have plans to fight for resistance again.
Ten thousand kinds of thoughts, many solutions, only loneliness and fatigue. This is my life, and I have shed a thousand tears for you.
Yan Shu's iris shed tears, the curtain was light and cold, and the swallows flew away. The bright moon is unfamiliar and bitter, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. You have to send colorful stationery to know where the mountains and rivers are far away. On a partridge, Yan's colorful sleeves are holding the jade clock diligently, but in those days, she was drunk and red. We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.
Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times. Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream.
Jie Lianhuan and Zhou Bangyan are disgusted. The lover is cut off, and the news is far away.
Faithful and skillful, Jie Lianhuan is like wind and rain, and the fog is light and the clouds are light. Swallow house is empty, dark dust lock, string rope bed.
Want to move roots and change leaves, all in the old days, hand-planted red medicine. Du Ruo was born in Tingzhou.
The boat bends along the coast, and people are on the horizon. Memories, listening to books and gossiping that day, will always be burned.
Shui Yi Spring Festival, hope to send me, Jiangnan plum calyx. Fight for this life, drink for flowers and cry for Iraq.
He didn't cross Hengtang Road in the case of sapphire. But after reading it, Chen Fang left.
Who is the golden flower? Qiao Yue Garden, a Zhu Hu with a locked window. Only spring knows this place.
Feiyun Ran Ran died at dusk. The new topic of crayons is heartbreaking sentences.
If you ask how much free time you have. Yichuan tobacco is full of wind.
It rains when plums are yellow. On the night of the jade case, Xin Qiji put thousands of trees in the east wind night, and the stars were like rain.
BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Look for him in the crowd.
Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. The fisherman proudly attacked the fence in front of Jiuling Peak.
Frown, frown, heartbreak. The farewell of the pink girl.
What's it like? Climbing the mountain near the water, every year.
Always remember to get together and be alone today. At night, a lone boat rises in the lake.
The grass is withering and the sun is setting. With whom? The water in the West Lake is the tears of acacia.
Jiangchengzi Qin Guan Xicheng Liu Yang makes spring soft. Stay away from troubles.
Tears can't be collected. I still remember my feelings. I once went back to the boat for the department.
In the days of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water flowed in vain. Youth is not for teenagers.
Hate you. When do you rest?
When the flying catkins fall, they climb the stairs. Being by the river, I can't stop crying and have a lot on my mind.
A bunch of flowers made Zhang Xian hurt Gao Huaiyuan when he was poor. There seems to be nothing more powerful than love in this world!
The sadness of parting is implicated in countless wicker entanglements, not to mention the weeping willows in East Street. Ride away, the dust is constantly, where to recognize lang trace.
Dissolution of binary pond liquid. Small radial communication between north and south.
The ladder on the falcon pavilion has been removed, and after dusk, I still face the curtain alone and look at the oblique moon on it. It's better to hate your guts than to marry Dongfeng. Think about it carefully.
Chitose Zhang Xian counted stingrays. Also report to Fang Fei.
Cherish the spring and break the red. The rain is small and the wind is fierce, and the plum blossoms are green.
Yongfeng willow, no one flies all day. Don't fiddle with the strings.
Bitter to say. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break.
The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. The night has passed and the east window is not white.
Magnolia Zhang Xian had a dream of meeting each other when he left, and the horseshoe dust outside had moved. He stayed to listen to the complaining song because he was drunk, and it was unbearable to send it from a distance. Who knows tonight * * *, Pipagou Phoenix sings. Nothing in life is more affectionate than the river and the mountains are not heavy. Last January night, the flower market was brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
Li Chi Ngai I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and Jun lives at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
Where are you going to dump people all night? There is no sound, and the fragrant pavilion is hidden. As soon as the eyebrows fold and the moon sinks, you can't find each other. Resentment is lonely.
In my heart, for your heart, I will know each other and remember each other deeply. Maibeitang Yuanhao asked the world, what is love? Teach me to live and die together. Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school. Should be even.
5. Poems describing the West Lake (famous sentences only)
Poems describing the beauty of the West Lake are beautiful, and the mountains are empty and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate. (Su Shi) The solitary pu has boundless water, and the lotus blooms at night. Su Shi's Five Wonders of Pan-West Lake Night Gushan Temple is in the northwest of Jiating, and the water surface is flat at the foot of the cloud.
A few early warblers compete for warm trees, new swallows peck at spring mud, flowers are more and more colorful, and shallow grass can have no horseshoes. I love the eastbound lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana.
Bai Juyi's spring tour of Qiantang, after all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that of June 4th. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are different.
Yang Wanli's "A Memorial to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple in Chu Xiao" is a spring theme: Lake (Tang) is picturesque in spring, and the chaotic peaks spread around the stage. There are thousands of green hills on the pine row and a pearl in the heart of the moon.
Early rice is pumped by the blue carpet line, and the green Luo skirt shows Xinpu. I didn't throw it into Hangzhou, and half of it was this lake.
In Wang Yanna's Su Gong Di in the Ming Dynasty, there is a poem that "the shadows hide the oriole in the willow, and the fragrance scatters the wind and flowers chase the sound of hooves". This poem focuses on the intoxicating scenery of Su Causeway.
"West Lake Six Bridges, One Willow and One Peach." Every spring in March, willows are blowing, green waves are flying, peach blossoms are in full bloom, red clouds are everywhere, and the green smoke of Shili Long Beach is filled with intoxicating fragrance.
In the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Ning's poem "Spring Dawn in Su Causeway" said: "Liuyang is full of long dikes, and Huaming Road is not lost. Before the painting boat rises, the side pillow listens to the sound of warblers. "
Wu Weixin's poem "Qingming is a thing in Su Causeway" in the Southern Song Dynasty said: "At dusk, willows are prostitutes." Lu You also wrote a poem "Flowers are full of Su Causeway willows and smoke".
It can be seen that Su Causeway can't live without the singing of Liu, Xin and Ying. Qiantang Lake Spring Tour (Qiantang Lake is another name for West Lake. )
Baijuyi Gushan Temple is located in the north of Jiating West, with a low initial water level. Several early warblers competed for warm trees, and their new swallows pecked at new soil.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Sanqiu devil, Shili Lotus (Liu Yong), dark clouds cover the mountains, white rain jumps over the boat. As soon as the wind blows, it suddenly disappears. Overlooking the lake, the water is like the sky (Su Dongpo). The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate. (Su Dongpo) Shady willow hides oriole, fragrant flowers scatter the wind and chase the sound of hooves. (Wang Yanna) The West Lake has six bridges, one willow and one peach.
Wang Yanna) Liu Man Long Beach, Huaming Road is not lost. Before the boatman gets up, he listens to the warbler on his side pillow.
(Zhang Ning) There are infinite lotus leaves in the sky, and lotus flowers are of different colors. (Yang Wanli) Outside the Qingshan Building outside the mountain, when did the singing and dancing of the West Lake stop? The warm wind made tourists drunk, and Hangzhou became Bianzhou. (Lin Hong) I remember the West Lake for a long time. I lean against the railing and look upstairs every day. Fishing boats in twos and threes are crisp in autumn on the island.
The flute sounded in the reeds, and Bai Niao began to walk. Don't idle the fishing rod, think about water and clouds.
(Pan Lang) Autumn Moon in Pinghu (NaHo) The moonlight is cold and the spring water does not flow. Where is the eulogy? In the west wind of Baiping Polygonum hydropiper, the lake is full of beautiful autumn.
Go to the West Lake with friends [tomorrow]. The West Lake is full of water, and hibiscus and willow smoke in autumn. How much is the mountain by the lake? Each peak has a life span of one year.
At night, the West Lake is flooded [tomorrow], the East Fourth West Lake is full of clothes, and the autumn colors in Qian Shan are hazy. Second, the waterfowl did not know where to stay, and flew to Wanghuting to see the willow branches of the West Lake [Qing Dynasty]. Shu Tian's short strip brushed the long embankment, and there was an oriole just singing on it, and the smoke was endless. They are all painting the West Courtyard of Qiaoqiao, covering Shan Ye with red makeup, and making a virtual pavilion and lake light.
White clouds suddenly brew rain, and the water that pours into the heart of the waves is also fragrant. Go to the West Lake with friends tomorrow. It is the time to spend the next spring, and the thick lake fog will disperse the forest sand.
Where the yellow crane stops smoking, it crows over Su Causeway Xiao. Send a message to a friend in Hangzhou [Tomorrow] Xi Zhong, the West Lake is full of water, and hibiscus willows fall in autumn smoke.
How much is the mountain by the lake? Each peak has a life span of one year. The history of the West Lake at night [Ming Dynasty] is a lesson. The water on the West Lake is newly born, and the overlapping spring mountains meet the county seat.
I remember the boat carrying spring wine, covered with flowers and listening to the sound of warblers. West Lake Willow Branch Ci [Ming] Dong Fang West Lake is full of clothes, and Qian Shan is pale in autumn.
There are two waterfowl who don't know where to stay, but also fly to Wang Huting [Qing] Shu Tian's short beach, on which there is an oriole to contact Cui Mu, but they are painting the west of the bridge. After drinking Longjing, I made a hundred rounds and didn't intend to return it. Lonely pavilion in the water cloud sword.
The station is empty on all sides, with Chengtou on one side and three mountains on the other.
6. Lotus love poems
South of the Yangtze river
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf. Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north.
Lotus picking song
Wang Changling's lotus leaf skirt is cut in monochrome, and hibiscus flowers bloom to both sides of her face.
Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.
Lin Zifang of Chu Xiao Jingci School.
Yang Wanli, after all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
A cluster of plum blossoms
Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.
Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
lotus
Five-inch lotus leaves, sticking waves does not hinder the painting boat from shaking; In April and May, it can also cover the waist of beautiful women.
Huanxisha
I hate the whole country, how many red tears shed, and the wind condenses the snow.
The setting sun is over the river, the palace is half flat, and the lotus is full of lakes.
Nanxiangzi
Riding on a float and crossing the lotus pond, the song is melodious and wakes up the sleeping mandarin duck. You girls cuddle and laugh, compete for novelty and beauty, and shake the lotus cover to break the sunset.
A butterfly in love with flowers
The first turning point of frost was disappointing. Through Ye Ying's voice, it seems to imitate Qin E's singing. Take a nap, wake up one day, double bamboo covered with cold wave. Rain blows and wind blows, and the sky rises. Lotus is delicate and full of tears. Obliquely facing the new moon in Lv Yun, the curved ring looks like a frown.
There is a sweet smell around us.
The water is thick and clear, the new strip is light green, and the green light reflects the virtual pavilion. Golden flower frost heron, lotus path picks up duckweed.
Du Xiangzhu's trunk was bent, thin and sparse by red makeup.
The night wind is clear, the pond is full, and the water is clear and the stars are moving.
I can hear that after a light rain, she bloomed, so she moved to the Hu bed and became a square screen. The practice scale is full of clouds, the sound is constant, and the eaves ring wind chimes.
The banquet was reopened, and the Yaochi was full of snow and green.
Bodhisattva leans against Lianxi Qu all over the Red Chamber, and the stream in front of the building is cold and jade.
Mulan boat rippled, with people and teenagers on board. Lotus is charming and wants to say, laughing into the mandarin duck spectrum. On the waves, smoke is low, and on the song month, diamonds return.
Niannujiao
Make a scene. Remember to try Yuanyang for company when you come.
Thirty-six cruel people have not arrived, and there are countless water clothes.
The green leaves are cool, the jade capacity sells wine, and the rain falls.
Shake, Leng Xiang flies to the poem. At dusk, the green pavilion is graceful, and the lover has gone, so why put up with Ling Bo?
I'm afraid the dance clothes will fall off easily when they get cold, and I'm afraid I'll enter Nanpu and Xifeng.
High willows hang in the shade, old fish blow the waves, leaving me to live in the flower room.
7. Love poems
Love poems 1.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. -Don's Acacia
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Love poem ii.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. -Hu Ticheng Nanzhuang
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
Love poem 3.
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny. -Liu Tang Yuxi's Zhi Zhu Ci (3)
Willow green Jiang Shuiping, singing on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny.
Love poem 4.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. -Tang Yuanzhen thinks about it.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. 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.
Love poem 5.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning. -Tang Du Mu's Farewell (two songs)
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.
The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain.
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
Love poem 6.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. -Tang Li Shangyin untitled
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Love poem 7.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. -Tang Li Shangyin untitled
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county. Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
Love poem 8.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it! -Tang Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it!
Love poem 9.
When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it says it will rain late. -Tang Li Shangyin's Note to a Northern Friend on a Rainy Night.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it says it will rain late.
Love poem 10.
When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one. -Don Du Qiuniang's Witch Hazel
I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth. Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers.