Five thought poems: the fourth Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Zhuo Wenjun, a bald poet.
Love should be as pure as snow in the mountains and as bright as clouds on the moon. I heard that you have two hearts, so I came to break up with you. Today is like the last party, and tomorrow we will break up. I moved my feet slowly along the edge of the road, and my past life flowed like water in a ditch, never returning. When I decided to take the king away from home, I didn't cry like an ordinary girl. I am full of thinking that if I marry a person with a heart, I can love each other and be happy forever. The love of men and women is as light and soft as a fishing rod, and the fish is as lovely as a living wave. Men should attach importance to friendship, and there is no money to compensate for the loss of sincere love.
Sixteen Poems of Seven Huai: Huang Jingren in the 15th Qing Dynasty.
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.
Feng Qiuhuang and Han Dynasty: Sima Xiangru
First, the piano music comes from Wang Shifu's The West Chamber, and there is a beautiful woman in it, which I will never forget. (1: There is a kind of beauty that I will never forget. ) I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy. The phoenix flies high, and the four seas seek to burn. Helpless beauty, not in the east wall. Use the piano instead of language. Tell me about it. When to see Xu Xi, comfort me. Willing to match virtue with words and work together. I can't fly, which makes me fall.
Second: Feng Feng returned to his hometown and traveled around the world to find his death. I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today? There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck, and it is soaring! Burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning. Who knows in the middle of the night? My wings fly high and my thoughts make me sad.
Sauvignon Blanc and Flower Branches in Ming Dynasty: Yu Yan
Fold the flower branches, hate the flower branches, let the flowers bloom, and leave when they open. Afraid of lovesickness, I have missed it, and it's my turn to miss it, revealing a trace of brow.
Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc. From Su Wu's Abandoned Wife in Han Dynasty.
There is no doubt about love when you are married. Have fun tonight. This is a good time. What is the night when recruiters look into the distance? There are no more participants. Quit your job from now on. On the battlefield, long time no see. Shake hands with a sigh and tears will make a living. Try to love Chunhua, don't forget when you are happy. Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc.
Send to Tang Dynasty: Zhang Bi
Don't dream of thanking, wandering under the railing of the small corridor. Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.
Moral/Untitled Oil-Wall Cars Never Meet Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
There are no more cars, and there is no trace of Xiayun. Pear flower courtyard melts the moon, and the catkin pond has a faint wind. After a few days of loneliness and injury, there is a ban on smoking. Fish books are posted, and water is far away and mountains are long.
Appreciation of excerpts from beautiful love poems
When the morning glory is rolled up at night, the mandarin ducks lie side by side. Swear to God that my heart will always be faithful, just like a quiet old well!
Alas, the pile of bones in Wuding River is still the husband of a young woman in my dream.
Know what I mean, pity you, you must ask for it!
As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.
Acacia is beyond words. Don't want Lacrimosa.
Life and death are rich, Zicheng said, hold your hand and grow old with your son.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.
The beloved will be far away from Yanmenguan, so we have no choice but to say goodbye.
You can't see me in the shadow, but you followed my concubine's wishes.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Yan's group said goodbye to the ancient Nanxiang, missing the guests, and it was heartbreaking.
Empty-handed, thank you for giving it to your lover.
In the vast sea of people, no matter who meets, knows each other and stays together, it will not be smooth sailing. Only a heart that is willing to pay and knows how to be grateful can have a lifetime of love and happiness.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
The loneliness of youth is the ornament of life. Youth without loneliness is sad, but lonely youth is not without happiness, but we just don't know happiness.
Yun Lan's red rain building is empty, and spring is where the soul disappears.
If you want to send clothes, you won't return them. If you don't send clothes, it will be cold. It's hard to send a room or not!
Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. No, no, no!
My husband has been away for more than ten years, and he is often timid alone.
Just because I think, when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk.
Saying goodbye to Dong Jun is boring.
Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I am unforgettable, all I care about is tears. .
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
In the sky, the original love birds, and the earth that grew together, two branches of a tree. ..
Each has his own hatred, so the paintings are far away.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold.
The past is empty, still like a dream.
When all the mountains are leveled, the sky and the earth merge, and only then will I leave you.
The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Only love, love without hate is like endless spring, no matter the time to send you home in the south and north of the Yangtze River.
With the continuous development of Chun Qing, I still miss my old son.
Love is love, love is love, and the dream is long.
Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart.
Wu Biaoyin, you stayed at my house drunk.
There are pillows, capsules, and acacia.
Who travels around the world without a box of masks these days?
If you don't have a chance to live in the world, you can get tired of this life.
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter. Looking back, I am lovesick and infinite. If I had known this, I would have been a stranger.
Golden phoenix, a willow shawl, caresses red beans with her hands, and Qinge is affectionate.
The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.
Bamboo branches, bamboo branches, tears of acacia sustenance.
Asking what love is in the world makes people live and die together. Ask your lover whether the flowers bloom or fall. It is a natural feather fan black silk scarf.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
The cold wind is bleak and crying, and the cold rain is tearful; Pedestrians only hear the sound of wind and rain, but they don't know that someone is crying at night.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze.
Ask what love is in the world, and teach people to live and die together.
I want to know you and live a long life. The mountain has no edges, and heaven and earth blend together, but dare to break with you!
Look back * * *, tears streaming down her face.
Looking from a distance, the mountains and rivers are divided into Chu and Yue, and the eyes are broken.
After a light rain, every household went to pick red beans, delicate hands and a pair of white jade under the tree.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
It's not old, but it's like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot.
Husband did not achieve fifty merits, and took care of the eight famine independently with a knife.
Fei Xia, who was once locked in the red wall deep courtyard, can't remember the makeup of the old year.
Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?
I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery!
Cui Zunyi cried, and the red calyx was silent and nostalgic.
I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth become one can we break with you.
The missed years bloom in the desert in the north, but they are deserted in the spring and summer of reincarnation.
In Shihao Village, the husband and wife say goodbye and shed more tears than in the Palace of Eternal Life.
I regret marrying a businessman, and my fate is not good, and he left for Soochow before.
I was in tears. I heard that my husband next door came back.
Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times.
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. When will the water stop? When will this hatred end? I just hope your heart is the same as mine, and don't miss Li Chi Ngai.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. There is nowhere to talk about the lonely grave. Even if we meet, we should not know the dust, and our temples are like frost.
It is difficult to say goodbye at the end of the year, and apricot blossoms and bright moons should only be known.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Vertically speaking, although the dream of a brothel is good, it is difficult to be affectionate.
I am bent on leaving home and worried to death.
Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality and bitterness, and an inch is still inextricably linked. When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia.
The fallen flowers have danced over the amorous feelings, and the flowing water is still only eastward.
Beautiful women are always stupid, worthy of sympathy and not cheap. Just because I can do everything in the world, I am full of leisure troubles.
A traveler who wins Lien Chan can win quickly, and people in the boudoir don't need to cry for their thoughts.