Poems about missing the one you love
1. "Thinking" by an unknown person in the Han Dynasty
Original text:
Thinking is in the big world Hainan.
What is the use of asking Yijun, a double-beaded tortoiseshell hairpin. Use jade to dazzle it.
Translation:
The person I miss is on the south side of the sea.
What can I give you as a gift? This is a tortoiseshell hairpin decorated with pearls and jade rings.
2. "Sauvignon Blanc·Part 2" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The sun is full of color and the flowers are full of smoke, and the moon is bright and I am so worried that I can't sleep.
Zhao Sechu stopped the Phoenix Pillar, and the Shuqin was about to play the mandarin duck strings.
This song is intended to be passed down by no one, and I would like to send it to Yan Ran with the spring breeze.
I recall that you are far away from me across the blue sky. In the past, my eyes were full of waves, but now I am a fountain of tears.
If you don’t believe that I have a heartbroken concubine, come back and look in front of a bright mirror.
I just stopped playing Zhao Se with the phoenix carved on the pillar. I wanted to play the Shuqin again, but I was afraid of touching the mandarin duck strings.
It is a pity that no one has passed on this affectionate melody. I hope it will be sent to distant Yanran with the spring breeze.
Recalling my lover, my lover, he is so far away in the sky. The eyes that used to look at each other have now become the source of tears.
If you don’t believe that this bitch is so heartbroken, please come back and see my face in front of the mirror!
3. Yu Xuanji of the Tang Dynasty, "Jianling is worried and looking forward to sending children's peace"
Original text:
The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridges cover the late evening sails.
My heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
Translation:
In late autumn, there are thousands of maple trees, and the river bridge is hidden in the maple forest. It's dusk, but I can't see your sail.
The feeling of missing you is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward from morning to night every day.