Poems about seeing flowers and missing people
Reducing the word magnolia and sealing the collection of red beans, the rhyme of Xiaomo Shu
The raindrops make the bananas haggard, and the curves break the railings Broken dreams.
Love once promised to be long-lasting, but the whole Baizhou is filled with sorrow and sorrow.
Shu Yun rolls over the moon, and the ruler is sealed to collect the red beans.
Throwing tears and making up for joy, the green curtains and sparse curtains are used to shepherd Leng Yan.
Bu Suanzi Text/Smoky Wutong
The wind dances on the willow waist, and the pine dyes Emei Dai.
I want to send a piece of cloud to Wushan, but I hate that thousands of peaks are in my way.
Drunk to Begonia, green skirt and red skirt.
I am afraid that the joy will be in vain and the sorrow will be like a sea.
Bu Shuanzi is the most authentic text/Smoky Wutong
The water reflects the clouds on the temples, and the clouds lock the moon in the eyes and heart.
Moon fishing in the cold river brings a touch of autumn, and the leaves of the sycamore tree are damaged in autumn.
The leaves rang out several times, and even the remaining sounds were missing.
It is difficult to cut off the string and forget it, and it is difficult to untie the knot of lovesickness.
The Magpie Steps on the Branches, Text/Smoky Wutong
The infatuation is empty and clear. A piece of sail, looking back for several lifetimes.
Whoever remembers the instructions under the willow will be lonely day and night from now on.
The fourth bridgehead is long and leaning. It is laid out in vain, this river is misty and rainy.
What branch can a magpie tread on? The sound of partridges echoes through the passage of time.
Two poems from Qijue/The leaves know the cold autumn
Pick red beans to send my heartfelt knowledge, and the waning moon lingers in the window and sheds tears in the poem.
The word "wild goose" is difficult to return to the heart and soaked in ink, hiding in this thing drunk with lovesickness.
The beauty is walking in the evening breeze, her long hair floating in the air covering her beautiful face.
Who is silent about the sorrow and autumn, picking red beans to send deep thoughts.
Autumn Ruixiang Text/Purple Rose
A wisp of leisurely sorrow is revealed. Enjoying the late autumn alone is still the same.
Who is involved in the case? A message to the beauty after farewell.
The wine was empty and I frowned. Tears stained with guilt,
This feeling can be expressed as lovesickness. Take it into the mortal world and experience it personally.
Qijue Wen/Elegance
There are three red bean seeds in the sky, and the lovesickness causes even more sadness and heartache.
My tenderness is sent to that person, and my humble poems are given to me to make fun of it.
The leaves have fallen, the flowers have fallen, the wild geese have flown away, and the beautiful lady returns in a dream without seeing her.
People who harbor red beans are haggard, and they frown in vain.
The dew is cold and frosty, and the autumn mood is heavy. Who is heartbroken when I am lonely?
The cold crickets sing their sorrows every night, resenting the wrong red bean seeds.
Ruan Langgui, written by Danya
Where to plant the lovesick red beans? The best time has passed.
As autumn comes and spring goes, desolation remains, with desolate grass and yellow trees.
The love remains the same, the hair is like frost, and there is no need to mess around with makeup.
I want to bury the past in my heart, but my heart is hurt.
Long-lasting love, the beginning of love, written by Jiang Yun'er
The mountains are far away and the roads are far away,
Pink sleeves lead you to the bridge reflecting the water, and red silk wraps around the treetops.
The moon is delicate, the daughter is delicate,
the buds are opening quietly, looking for red beans.
Palindrome Poetry/Dong Dazhi Street
The bright moon is far away and I miss you thousands of miles away.
Thick beans send me thoughts of Yi leaning on the building, and leaning on the building makes me think of the bright moon in the distance.
Picking mulberry seeds and sending red beans/Pingzong Xiaying
In the dead of night, the wind is still and knocking on the bamboo,
The moon shines through the gauze curtain, shining on me without sleep,
Sit alone in front of the window and read letters.
Dai Mei frowned and sighed softly,
I miss you so much that it’s hard to convey the words,
A red bean is worth a thousand words.
Drunk Flower Shadow Essay/A Breeze of Breeze
Where can I find the lovesickness of red beans? I want to send it to you, but the wind cannot penetrate it, and I am sleepless every night.
It is so cold that the stars are sad, and I am speechless every day.
The fragrance of plums mistakenly makes spring thin, and the late rain rushes to guard it, but it is too hurried.
The flowers are not seen thickly, and my heart strings from now on
A long love story/ A ray of breeze
I think about it in the morning, and I think about it in the evening.
Why do people sow love so much as to be crazy? Love each other in two places and know it?
The pen is condensed, the ink is condensed. Condensed,
The words, dance, and writing are so late that they are late, and the miserable notes leave weak poems.