2). Sadness is getting farther and farther, and the distance is like spring water. Ouyang Xiu's Walking on the Beach
3) If you teach your eyes that there is no hatred, you won't believe that there are hoary heads in the world. Xin Qiji's Partridge Sky
4). Open the HarmonyOS system, who is the lover? It's all about romance. Introduction to Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions
5). The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake. Yan Shu's Magpie Tread
6). Tears can be traced at last, but it is difficult to send without words. Chen Duansheng's "Send Out"
7). I also shed merciless tears. I hate shaving before I meet you. Su's Skill Poems
8). I miss you all the time, and I am exhausted for you. Wen's Four Songs of Nan Gezi (Part Two)
9). You have to send colorful stationery and rulers to know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide. Yan Shu's Magpie Tread
10). If you stay away from hate like spring grass, you can go further and live. Li Yu's Qing Ping Le
1 1). The geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water. This feeling is hard to send. Yan Shu's Two Songs of Qingping Music
12). linglong dice Ann Monkey Bean, do you know how much you miss it? Wen's Yang Liuzhi.
13). After all, it's better to meet each other after missing each other. Shao Ruipeng's Dead Hua Lian
14). Where there is poverty, there is only endless lovesickness. Yan Shu's "Spring in the Jade House"
15). All roads are good marriages. I only saw the Wood and Stone Alliance. Facing the sky, the nobles in the mountains are crystal clear with snow; I will never forget the lonely forest in the world. Cao Xueqin's mistakes in his life
16). People enter the river like the wind, and love touches the ground like rain. Zhou Bangyan's "Spring in the Jade House"
17). Endless acacia tears cast red beans, and spring flowers bloom all over the building. Cao Xueqin's Red Bean Poems
18). Tears ask the flowers to be silent and fly over the swing. Ouyang Xiu's Two Poems of Butterfly Lovers
19). The thin shadow feels sorry for itself, and you must pity me and pity you. Feng Xiaoqing's "Complaints"
20). I am afraid of falling in love. Looking at the long beach, the grass is full of heart. It's hard to find two places when you are sad to sing. Zhu Yizun's high balcony
2. The poem about the first love will be a matter of time if it lasts for a long time.
Life and death are rich and prosperous, and the son inherits it. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
Linglong Drum and Red Bean, do you know how to miss each other?
Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. If I didn't go to see you, didn't you get my letter? Green is what you wear, and leisurely is my feeling. If I never visit you, can't you take the initiative? Meet Xi Da Xi outside the city gate. A day is like Xi in March. -"Ji Zi"
I hope to win a heart and never part.
Use only one spoonful of fresh water.
There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy. -"Phoenix Begging for Phoenix"
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time. -Li Bai
Endless acacia tears cast red beans, endless spring flowers bloom all over the building. -Cao Xueqin's red bean words
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. -Li Chi Ngai's Operator
Acacia is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far as the sky. -Wan Le's Operator
Acacia is full of colorful dew, but it can't be hidden. Who caused the trouble? I have to ask. -"One Hundred People, One Song, Peace and Prosperity"
I was glad to meet again after such a long separation, but I left before I finished learning. Like the moon in the middle of the night, as fast as a dense cloud. -"One Hundred People Murasaki shikibu"
Today, tears are full of sleeves and I still think about each other. Love is like surging, devouring Songshan Mountain. -"Hundred Songs Qingyuan Fu Yuan"
My life is coming to an end, and the road to death is clear. I don't ask for forgiveness, just for meeting you. -"One Hundred People, One Song, and the Spring Department"
Sleepless at night, but your promise is empty. I am infatuated with myself and look at the moon with a sigh. -"Hundred People, Red Yamen"
You and I are inseparable from each other. -"One Hundred People, One Song, Chongde Garden"
3. The poem of first love is original and beautiful. Part I: Not knowing love is not first love. Author: At the end of July, Si Nuo's absent brain searched for a long-lost fragment, and the impulse awakened the simple world in my memory. There is no complicated accidental meeting, resulting in love. You are not in my expectation, which disrupts my calm pace. I am afraid that love will find distress, and I am afraid that I can't sleep and the distance can't be opened. Missing hands look at old photos, which are the negatives of love. Three years ago, the first snow collided with the clear sky. In an instant, people are warm and their hearts are warmer. The air that day was so fresh and the mood that day was so transparent. I like you, accept a common name for you, and appreciate that simple day. Fortunately, the tears you missed were neither salty nor sweet. That's so sweet. In this sentimental flower season, I am really drunk. From then on, the world of life has the meaning of life. Chapter 2: Love Author: Num is still cold. If that day appears repeatedly, the moon will blossom and the lotus at night will become a girl's face. On the quilt, the small broken flowers are still clear. That is, that day, I abandoned my mother's warning oath and entered a woman's room. You said you only like daytime, but I don't like night, but I like night very much. On a rainy night, the street is foggy. If this is our difference, dear, how will I treat day and night? Holding a lamp at night, keeping the moon and shy lotus out, let me give up this infatuation and take root in my heart every day.
On the day of flowing water, I would like to marry you and go home, and then lay a red carpet in front of two rows of tearful candles and count my wishes. On that day, the lotus peeping at the moon climbed the corner of the quilt, grabbed the small purple flower and left the rumor. From now on, your day is my night, my night is the day you have been looking forward to, it is a fleeting time, it is your tearful eyes in the night rain. Scattered in your room, the moonlight didn't shine. Lotus slept on the quilt, combined with small broken flowers, and put out the lights on the bedside. Chapter 3: Love Author: Rui Penggui misses a wild horse. When I face you for countless nights, I can't find the lost sun in your bright eyes, always trying to save some lost memories. However, the earthenware pot covered with rings in front of the window can only hold a little rain. Chapter Four: Missed Love by Madania
Separated day and night, why do I miss you uneasily? How to get close to you, I am quietly asking myself.
I want to tell you loudly, but I have always buried my love in my heart. Dear girl, please forgive my dull expression.
Let you and I, open our hearts to each other and become the only one forever. Chapter V: About Love Author: Ai Wu, you see my haggard face, because I have endured relentless torture. I saw your calm expression because I read the eyes that others despise. Where is my love? Maybe I will never find your love in my life. Once, people and life were forged in my heart. How should I communicate with each other? Only by putting aside worldly desires and great love can we achieve new glory. Chapter 6: Love Author: The history of injury and years hangs high in the sky and the earth. A heart-shaped pattern slipped in front of my window. The wind is your early spring chasing me at dawn. You cried for my loss in the rain. Crawling words and your selfishness cut into my only kiss in the sky. The glow of the sunset is deep in your heart. I quickly intercepted your inner transparency. The lipstick of your voice reflects the height of my literature. July is my winter tryst. It expanded my network. The ambiguous coldness around you at night is the temperature greeting of my clothes looking for your language. Branding my wounded eyes on the river is my wandering, touching your happy bones, heavy words and heavy acacia, shouldering your dreams is your wedding dress, and falling into the water is my seventh article: What is love? Author: What is love in Wawu village? Lovesick people say it's a stamp, people who fall in love at first sight say it's an exclamation point, people who are lovelorn say it's XX, sincere people say it's the same hobby for her, and people in fairy tales say it's the first time they say they're not shy. I also asked an old couple, who shook their heads and said they didn't know each other and smiled. Chapter 8: Artistic Works of Love Author: Flowing art, vulgar, just like twins born together, having sex in a hurry, you have to pretend that you are gone. Sadness summoned up the courage to climb the windowsill and cut it carefully with my tears. A black metaphor is that you are gone, and the works of art are put into the museum of love, as dark as being imprisoned by dust. Let go. I only have a pair of incomplete arms and wings. In autumn, the wheat can't be caught, but I have to stand on the pain. The night is still beautiful, the wind bee is a flowing fog, the porcelain jar is cracked and the nectar is leaking. How can happiness sleep peacefully in the street? Sentence formation and genre have nothing to do with poetry. From then on, I fell in love with laziness and blank, and then some people saw themselves clearly. For example, I, the poet's lost art, why hold love? If you want to auction, please start with the free reserve price.
4. A beautiful word of love 1. Among thousands of people, in endless time, a person happened to come into your life neither earlier nor later, which is more or less predestined. Looking back faintly, in the fleeting time, if there is a person who used to be as gorgeous as fireworks and as bright as a meteor in your life, even if time passes, you can miss him in words and be aloof in memory. Isn't this a kind of warmth?
2. On the night when the moon and stars are few, standing in the soft evening breeze and on the hillside, the white skirt flutters gently. You came over here and yelled at you, and your heart was out of control. I saw you running up, just a faint greeting and a shallow smile, as if the eyes of the stars were particularly bright at night.
If I can, I would like to trade my whole world for the tip of the iceberg. If possible, let my stage be set in your heart and dance with your heart all my life; If I can, I will give it to you wholeheartedly, and I will not leave a petal to hurt myself; If you can, you can use peerless acting skills until I lose my memory; If you can, you can stab me to death with an emotional knife, and I will leave a suicide note, so no one will punish you; If you can, you fascinate me with love lies until I become a fool and can't remember you; If I can, let the memories stop forever and let the dreams come back to reality, I will cherish it for a lifetime. However, these fantasies finally entered my bone marrow and merged with my blood, which became my patent forever.
4. On a sleepless night, a person sits in the yard and enjoys the garden. The flowers in the garden can't cover his heart. It's hard to be self-pitying and smiling, not to mention spring flowers and autumn nights, and Mo Wen is desolate. What's more, it's a year of deep affection. I only know that I don't forget your shallow thoughts in the fleeting time, I only know that I don't forget your figure in the shallow thoughts, and I only know that I am persistent in your thoughts. ..
I met you in my youth. I don't know if this is robbery or fate. I stood by the sansheng stone, listening to the flowers of that world. After years of being drunk and dreaming, I picked up the lamp and sang a song. I still remember the colorful dreams in the song.
6. I smiled back. You said I was a good girl. I have a beautiful smile. I am as warm and dazzling as the sun. I just answered softly, in fact, only I understand my heart, but I wonder if my beautiful dream will be broken and broken glass will be inserted into my heart.
7. At that time, I really merged with you, as if we were in love together, and the vague parts in memory gradually became clear in our consciousness. I feel as if I fell in love with your eternal touch. I feel your beautiful unity and the outline of love moving and expanding in my dream of love. That's not my own illusion, but the living ignition point of my love for you, full of the original beautiful motivation of my love. It seems that I am enjoying your beautiful love at the moment, which is so beautiful, magical and dreamy.
8. Meet, or leave, get to know each other, or forget each other, look at each other, leave each other, pieces of feelings, pieces of stories, pieces of drunken Spring Festival carols, to whom I sing, is the arrival of this night, a proof of my boredom, a farewell masquerade ball, or a lot of happy and happy wheat fields buried.
9. The setting sun, like a beautiful blush on a girl's face, is shy and bright. The sunset glow hangs on the horizon burned red by the setting sun, colorful and particularly beautiful. Walking on the road alone, I saw you in front of me at a glance, quickened my pace, but just passed by. All love has turned into memories of youth.
10, the world of mortals flies, I know, you are the most beautiful encounter in my life. On the way, the flowers are in full bloom, and the Jiangnan oil-paper umbrella is full of warmth with a passionate smile. The branches of youth are all beautiful behaviors, but it will be love at first sight when you look at them.
1 1, perhaps, no one can hold on to the past, and those years that have passed, such as sand, have been missed; Like smoke, floating away; Like a dream, it disappeared. However, after thousands of turns in life, the swaying branches of the years are still the faint fragrance that can still be smelled in the wind.
12, a few flowers falling and flying, this feeling, I want to forget and can't forget, I want to let go and can't let go. In this way, I fell in love with the mountain, drunk with water and drunk with the world of mortals. In this way, I fell in love with flowers, rain and persistence. Since it is so hard to give up, let this love be unforgettable. Since giving up is so painful, let this love stay in my heart forever.
5. Seek to discard what your first love gave you. The most beautiful poem I want to know with you is: long life, endless rivers and mountains. The thunder and lightning in winter, the rain and snow in summer are one with you, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprises the western Western jackdaw again.
Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing. I miss you, but I missed you.
Sauvignon blanc is like a memory, and short acacia is endless. If I knew this was a stumbling block, how could I not know each other before? Rain man is not afraid of life.
Live your dreams and get drunk. See the sea as waves, the heart as the moon, and the snow as a gift. You are charming, and I will never give up on you! When the invitation of life gradually moves from colorful to barren years, it will only become clear day by day, dear. Is there only one favorite? There is only one person at the ends of the earth. If there is no soul, what will you use to kill time? If there is no eternity, why should we be together? You can repeat your first love, but not your passion. You can repeat those regrets, but they are not your favorite. How can a flowering tree let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I have been chanting in front of the Buddha for 500 years, so let's form a dusty Buddha. So I became a tree, growing on the roadside where you must pass. These flowers were all my hopes in my previous life. When you approach, please listen carefully to the trembling leaves, which is my passion for waiting. When you finally walk past those friends who have fallen behind you, it is not petals, but my withered heart.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
The west wind still shines, the Han tomb is weak and the wind is suspicious, and the orchids are like towels. Sitting alone also means that Chu people want to hear Yao's grievances. Xiaoxiang looked for cinnamon in the mountain temple in the middle of the night in the moonlight, and watched the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.
When to revisit it, think about it, hate it, and don't stop until you come back. It's dusk when people lean against the building in the moonlight, so it's not boring to lean against the door to cross Qian Fan alone. The slanting light is full of water, and the heartbroken white frequency island has not yet returned. When I return home, I have to be heartbroken, so I plan to marry her and rest for life.
Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed of breaking the moon. Don't cry. There are many words and feelings. In retrospect, I remember the green silk dress and every wish I made in front of the grass pillow everywhere. I wanted to have a rest until the green hills were rotten, and I wanted her husband to come back early, but I was deeply interested in letting me look back at the blue sky.
Heritage is a double emerald. Riding on an elephant's back often leads to disease and alcohol before it blooms. I don't care how many tears Zhu Yan shed in the mirror. I don't want to hate it I leaned against it and kept cutting. I'm still a mess. It's sadness.
Don't have a general taste in your heart and ask yourself how much you can worry about, just like a river flowing eastward alone, a boundless mountain and river is easy to see when it is difficult. Spring water is gone, and it is difficult for slaves in the sky and underground to come out. I teach you to pity the lonely people in the alley and hope that tobacco will be depressed.
The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering. Holding the ribbon empty, looking back and hating me, I will change my mind. For your heart, I will know when to stop remembering the dark green poplar grass. Tears and sadness have been broken before. In the past years, I was tired of perfume bottles. This fragrant bottle is afraid of resting alone on the moon floor, and the wine will turn homesick tears. If you practice tonight, you will be drunk for a long time.
Tears come before wine. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar.
Everyone has come to this matter, and there is no plan not to send Chunchun back. It hurts the scenery when the mirror approaches at night. In the latter part of the past, I was helpless in saving flowers, and I came back with my face, which was deja vu. Wandering alone in the small garden, the bright moon doesn't know whether to stay or hate. The oblique light is too bright. Zhu Hu wants to send colorful stationery and rulers. The mountains are long and the waters are wide, and he knows where to hate and be less happy. He is willing to love his daughter and smile. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, leave a sunset photo and let the flowers shine in the wind and rain.
It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tears ask the flowers to be silent, and the red flies over the swing and gradually stays sad. The distance is like spring water, and tears are scattered into tourists. At first, I felt that if spring was in a hurry, this hatred was endless.
This year's flowers are more popular than last year's, but unfortunately, next year's flowers will be better. I didn't know who sent you home in spring and sent you home again. When you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch up with spring, you must leave your friends alone in spring. Tonight, the rain swallows fly together, leaving a picture of Yinggang. If you are afraid of meeting each other, it's like dreaming. It's hard to forget when your pillow is waiting for you. Even if you are heartbroken, you won't draw a painting hall for Zhu Hu, and the spring breeze will last for ten years. You will never think of it, but you will never forget the Xiao Xuan window. You are dressing up.
I don't care about anything, just a thousand tears. It doesn't seem to be Huayang, just a little tears, which makes people pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live. On the lonely sandbar, on the cold branches, there is little willow cotton blowing. There is plenty of grass in the sea, and life is empty and there is nowhere to think. Only dreams come and go, more afraid, Jiang stopped the closest feelings, secretly heartbroken. Qingzun Su Ying has long been willing to sigh with beautiful dreams. Thin, thin plum blossoms, ice melting and draining, the east wind turns dark in the new year. If the relationship between the two is long-lasting, why not stay for the teenager sooner or later and hate you? I will burst into tears when I rest, and I will never stop. When can you see me again? The crying mark on the sleeve is very helpless. Tired, Dongfeng's tears ruined his life, just a few dusk grasses. Hey, the old building is new and long.
Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, whoever picks up the lamp to mend clothes at night will miss the place, and Lanzhou will urge him to send it. Hand in hand with tears at each other, wordless and sentimental, sad to leave since ancient times. What's more, it's a beautiful morning and a beautiful scene.
Even if you have a thousand amorous feelings, who can you tell, your heart will be broken, and you will know if you are alone. I regret not locking the carved saddle in the grass-colored smoke. No one will lean against the fence without saying anything.
The belt is getting wider and wider, and it will never go out, which makes people haggard for Iraq. The fragrance is not in the core, the fragrance is not in the calyx, and the fragrance in the bones is full of golden clothes in spring. Who knows that Mrs. Wei is haggard and tired in Jiangnan, which is unbearable. She misses the moon, holds hands with the pavilion, smells the flute on the bridge, thinks about the past, dreams, and tears leave her hometown. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. When can she go? If love lasts for a long time, she will sooner or later. It used to be difficult for sea water to touch water. Looking for her in the crowd, I suddenly turned around, but that person was hard to get rid of in the dim light.
The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time. There is no doubt about love when you are married.
Overlapping tears and sealed inscriptions, there is only love in life. We hope to fly in the sky, like two birds, with the same wing; We hope to grow together on the ground, like two branches of a tree. Love is invisible.