A poem about romantic love. 1 A poem about romantic love.
Wind:
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like a pair of scissors-the Singing Willow by him.
The wind is rustling, the water is cool, and the strong men are gone forever —— Liu Bang's Song of the Big Wind.
Whose rain flute flies in the dark and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles —— Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
I don't know that the moon comes first by the advantage of the water, but I suspect that it is not sold after the winter snow-Zhang said "early plum"
The weather is right, the people are in harmony, and the winter is gone and the spring is coming —— Du Fu's Little Day.
Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows goose feathers and snow one after another. -Gao Shi "Don't move big".
Children learn to be neighbors in winter, but they are silly and timid on the shore, but they are precious. -Lu You's Autumn Living in the Suburb.
Flowers:
Heavy mountains and heavy waters in no way back, there is another village in Lu 'an. -Lu You's "A Visit to xishan village"
I'll come back after the mountain holiday and chrysanthemum time —— Meng Haoran's Passing the Old People's Village.
After a hundred flowers become honey, who will work hard for and who will be sweet-bees in Luo Yin.
People belong to geese, think before flowers. -Xue Daoheng's Homesickness Every Day.
Looking at the red and wet place, flowers are more important than the golden crown city —— Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Yellow silk's maiden is full of flowers, but ten thousand flowers are low —— Du Fu's Alone Seeking Flowers by the River
Petals in tears, lonely birds singing sad songs —— Du Fu's Dream of Spring
Thousands of feet in Peach Blossom Pond is not as good as Wang Lun-Li Bai gave it to Wang Lun.
Snow:
The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, Du Fu, the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating.
A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-Snow-Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.
Knowing that it snows heavily at night, you can hear the sound of bamboo breaking-Bai Juyi's Snow at Night.
The grass withers, the eagle eyes are eager, and the snow is light-Wang Wei's hunting.
Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow returns to people at night —— Liu Changqing's Snow Lotus.
There are dark snow-capped mountains in Qinghai, and the lonely city looks at Yumenguan —— Wang Changling's Joining the Army.
The north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar Day-sending Wu, a field servant, to Bai Xuege.
Then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint-Cen Can's Song of Snow White and Tian Wuwu Farewell to Home.
Month:
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask about Sky Wine. . . . . People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. It's difficult to complete this matter in ancient times-Su Shi's Water Tune
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Du Fu's Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night.
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank back. I suddenly thought of home-Li Bai's idea on a quiet night.
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? What do you know about the past? -Yu Liyu.
The moon is high in the sky and the smoke is vast-Li Bai's Guan Shanyue.
A child who doesn't know the moon is called a white jade plate-Li Bai's "Journey on the Gulangyue".
2. What poems contain "romantic love"?
Wind:
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Source: "Spring Dawn"
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Meng Haoran
It rained and rained last night. How many beautiful spring flowers have been blown down?
Flowers:
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Source: Four Poems of Drinking the Moon Alone (I)
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Bai
Put a pot of wine among the flowers and pour it yourself. No friends or relatives.
Snow:
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Source: Snow White Farewell to the Field-Secretary Wu Comes Home.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Cen Can
The north wind swept the earth and scattered the white grass. It began to snow in Alakazam in August.
Month:
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Source: Jingyesi
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Bai
I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.
3. Ancient love poems
Plum blossoms Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and cold ling opened them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. On June 27, one of Wang Hulou's drunken books, Su Shi's dark clouds turned over the ink to hide the mountain, and the white rain jumped into the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. On June 27, Wang Hulou was drunk. Second, Su Shi released the fish and turtles one by one, and the ownerless lotus bloomed everywhere.
Water pillows can make mountains pitch, and wind and ships drift around the moon. Zheng Xie, a bamboo stone, insists that the green hills are not relaxed and the roots are broken.
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. The son of the fisherman, the egrets fly in front of Mount Zhang Xisai, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. In the Yuan Dynasty, Wang Anshi's firecrackers sounded one year old, and the spring breeze came from send warm to Tu Su. Thousands of families trade new peaches for old ones every day.
Liu Yong and Zhang Zhi's jasper are dressed as a tree, and the evergreen silk tapestry hangs down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. When did the West Lake Song and Dance stop outside the Castle Peak Building outside Lin Sheng Mountain? Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.
Wang Weihe leaned alone in the bamboo forest in Zhuliguan, playing the piano and growling. Deep forest people don't know, come and take pictures tomorrow.
A gift for Wang Bai was about to take a boat when he suddenly heard a song on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
There are many weeds and flowers beside Liuyuxi Suzaku Bridge in Wuyi Lane, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
The hedges of Yang Wanli in Xugong Hall in the new city are scattered all the way, and the flowers on the trees are not shaded. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
Meng Haoran stayed at Jiande River at night, and my boat was sailing in the fog, worrying about the new guests in the sunset. How wide the sky is and how close the trees are, how close Jiang Qingyue is.
Shangshan left early, Wen began to collect taxes early in the morning, and the guests all went back to their hometown to express their condolences. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.
Du Fu, two orioles singing green willows, and a line of egrets flying into the sky, with autumn snow in Xiling in the window, and Wu Dong Wan Li boat moored at the door. Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan, Qian Shan birds fly, thousands of miles without footprints.
Lonely boat, lion, old man fishing cold river-snow. Liu Changqing, the owner of Furong Mountain who stayed in the snow, was far away at dusk, with cold weather and shabby houses.
Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow returns home at night. In the faint moonlight, geese soar, and the next song runs at night.
If you want to ride lightly, the snow is full of bows and knives.