A poem expressing expectations

The Book of Songs Zheng Feng Ji Zi

(pre-Qin)

Green and green, leisurely in my heart.

If I didn't go to see you, didn't you get my letter?

Qing Qing Zi bah, leisurely thinking about me.

If I never visit you, can't you take the initiative?

At the city gate, within reach.

I haven't seen you for a day, like March!

A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night.

(Tang) Li Shangyin

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.

Yihuai

(Qing) Huang Jingren

Several times, I sat under the flowers and played the flute, and the red wall of Han Yin looked into the distance.

Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.

The lingering thoughts are exhausted, and the heart is peeling bananas.

In March and May of 1935, that poor glass of wine not fade away.

"three, five, seven words"

(Tang) Li Bai

The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright.

When the fallen leaves gather and disperse, Western jackdaw in the west will be pleasantly surprised again.

Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.

Flowering tree

Xi Murong

How to let you meet me

In my most beautiful moment

for this reason

I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.

Begging for it makes us have a dusty relationship.

Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.

Follow the path you may take.

In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.

Every flower carries my previous hopes.

When you get close,

Listen carefully

Trembling leaves are the passion I am waiting for.

You finally walked past without paying attention.

On the ground behind you

Friend, that's not a petal.

It is my withered heart