Let me give you some examples:
Li Shangyin-I know this kind of love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .
-but far away from me is the magic mountain, and you are on that side, thousands of peaks away.
Cui Jiao-As soon as Houmen entered the sea, Xiao Lang was a passer-by.
Yuan Zhen-I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How long is more than one hundred years?
Cuihu-People don't know where they went, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
Zhang Qin-affectionate only spring court month, it's a pity to keep people.
He Zhu-when Yuanyang was completely bald, Jiangnan was three thousand miles away from Hebei.
Lv Benzhong-I hate you, unlike the moon, east and west, north and south. East, west, north and south, only each other.
Yu Yan-I'm afraid of lovesickness. I've already missed it. It's Acacia's turn to resign, and there is a trace in her brow.
Xia Wanchun-Who would have thought that if you couldn't have the same heart, you would be lovesick.
Nalan Xingde-Singing autumn grave worries, spring shrubs recognize amphibious butterflies.
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Love a person, but can't be together. The biggest helplessness in the world is this. Ancient and modern Chinese and foreign human emotions are similar, and there are too many poems expressing this "gratifying" helplessness.
First, the most classic is Guan Ju in The Book of Songs.
The Book of Songs, National Style, Nan Zhou and Guan Ju
Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river.
A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.
Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right.
A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her.
If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day.
Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again. …
This poem occupies a special position in the history of China literature. It is the first article in China's earliest collection of poems, The Book of Songs. In other words, when I opened China's classical literature, the first thing I saw was this poem.
"My fair lady, ask for it. If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Long, tossing and turning. " That beautiful and virtuous girl thinks about it day and night. I can't pursue hard, but I miss my heart day and night. Years are long, and thoughts are long, which makes people feel disappointed in trouble sleeping. What a heartbreaking unrequited love! It seems that ancestors thousands of years ago were in a state of lovelorn, and their inner emotional world is no different from that of modern people.
Second, the author of "Twenty-one Anonymous Poems of Tang Tongguan Kiln Porcelain" is unknown.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.
You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.
Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day.
I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old.
I am far away from you, and you are far away from me.
I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old.
Become a butterfly, look for flowers every night and live in the grass.
In fact, the original text of this poem is only the first four sentences, which is said to be the sequel of the contemporary poet Cheng. But the sequel is seamless, seamless and perfect with the original!
Third, "Song Chaifeng's Red-Handed Journey to the Land"
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow.
The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion.
Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo!
This word is an emotional tragedy written by Lu You, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. With the person you love, you obviously have a soul mate, but you love each other deeply. But because of mistakes, separated from each other. The deep affection between the lines, coupled with the expression of one thought and three sighs, makes people cry and break their hearts!
Four, "Five Poems by Tang Lisi 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.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) "sorrow gathers righteousness through the ages in the Tang Dynasty"
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever!
Six, "Tang Li Shangyin Untitled"
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Seven, "Song Feng Qi Tong Liu Yong";
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Eight, "Song Bufu Li Zhiyi"
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.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
Nine, "The farthest distance in the world"
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between life and death.
But I'm standing in front of you.
But you don't know that I love you. ...
Limited space, excerpts. There are different opinions about the author of this poem. Some say it's Tagore, some say it's Zhang Xiaoxian, and some say it's Cheng Wudong, a contemporary poet.
It's the fault of time, let each other pass by;
It is the fault of distance, blaming each side of the sky;
It's the fault of the secular world, so it's shallow to sigh ...
It's hard to fall in love with someone but not be together. Guan Ju in The Book of Songs is an obvious proof:
Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river.
A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. ……
Zhang Ji, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote Fu for Women more directly, describing the helplessness of both lovers.
Yin Jiefu. Don. Jill Zhang
You know I have a husband and you want to give me a pair of pearls.
I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt.
My home is connected with the imperial garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd.
Although I know you are sincere to Lang Lang, I have vowed to share my life and death with my husband.
Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.
I'm a woman, so I can't chop and change. Sorry you're late.
Love poems. Late Tang dynasty Du Mu
There is no need to be disappointed when spring comes late.
The vicissitudes of nature make flowers wither, spring has passed, green leaves are lush, fruits are heavy, and it is almost the harvest season.
Too late, too late, people have already left for the children. Admit it. Go home.
South Zhuang of Titu City. Don. Cui Hu
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
Really helpless. Nobody knows the details. Someone added it to a comedy, saying that the girl came back from the dead and ended the marriage. Well, jack shall have Jill.
1. Jun was born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.
There are trees and branches on the mountain, but I don't know if I like you.
3. once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever.
People don't know where to go, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
5. The spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which should be a stunning photo.
6. It seems that this star was not last night. For whom did the wind and dew stand in the dark?
Fate has come and gone, and it has become empty. Since ancient times, there have been many ancient poems left by emotion. Don't read with some meaning.
In Su Shi's butterfly lovers, there are plenty of fish in the sea.
Liu Yong's Yulin Order has been sentimental and compassionate since ancient times, which is more comparable and gives Tomb-Sweeping Day a cold shoulder. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
In The Book of Songs, the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
Cui Jiao's "To a Maid" followed in the footsteps of the prince and grandson, and Lvzhu shed tears. As soon as the waiting door entered the sea, Xiao Lang became a passer-by.
Tagore's Birds The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. It's not that you don't know I love you when I stand in front of you, but that you know you love each other, but you can't be together.
Because of the inconvenient communication and long traffic in ancient times, people always ran around for their livelihood. Sometimes when we say goodbye, the date of departure is far away, and we are even more afraid of separation.
Try two or three types to attract jade:
Nalanxingde got drunk and fell asleep in the spring, splashing tea on the gambling book. At the time, it was just unusual. -"Huanxisha"
Acacia don't look at each other, who is spring? -"Hua Tang Chun"
Li Shangyin, looking in the mirror in the morning, saw her hair clouds changing, but bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song Untitled.
Do you know Wen's Red Bean in linglong dice and his Through Acacia-Nan Gezi?
Lv Benzhong hates you, unlike Jiang Louyue, east and west, north and south, north and south. -"picking mulberry seeds"
Li Bai is single as a flower, with the cloud as the center! Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water. -"Sauvignon Blanc"
This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan. -"Sauvignon Blanc"
Su Shi will be drunk as the leading edge, and it will be stormy. -"Magpie Bridge Fairy"
Ouyang xiu's lovesickness is beyond words, and his dreams and souls are unfounded, only to return. -"Jade Case"
This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. Who do you know? -"Huanxisha"
Liu Yong is my life, and I shed a thousand tears for you. -"Remembering the Imperial Capital"
Over the years, it should be the right place at the right time, so there are many kinds of customs. Who should I talk to? -"Yu Linling"
One,
Qin Guan in Queqiao Fairy
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge! It's been a long time, and it's still there, day and night
Second,
Liu Yong, Liang Zhu
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Third,
You gave birth to me before I was born. I was old when I gave birth to you.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day.
I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. I am far away from you, and you are far away from me.
I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. Become a butterfly, look for flowers every night and live in the grass.
Fourth,
"Jiangnan Dream" Nalan Xingde
Who does Xiao Li hate? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew the bottle of plum, and the heart turned to dust.
A Letter to a Friend in the North on a Rainy Night by 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.
Untitled Li shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Liu Yong, Qiu Bie Yu Linling
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. All the doors are empty, the party is nostalgic, and the blue boat is urging. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. 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. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
The journey of chaitoufeng
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No! No! No!
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo! Mo! Mo!
"Huanxisha" Nalan Rong Ruo
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
Untitled Li shangyin
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county.
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.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
Li Bai, Long March
Concubine Qi hunched over his forehead. I was picking flowers and paying in front of my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.
Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
Yan is in Sauvignon Blanc.
Sauvignon Blanc. If you ask acacia, unless you meet each other.
Sauvignon Blanc. I don't know who to talk to about acacia.
Lou Yuchun, I don't know the distance after your departure, Ouyang Xiu.
I don't know how far you are, but it's bleak and boring! Drifting away, without books, where does the fish sink?
In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and Chiba hates it. So, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream is not a lamp, it will burn.
1 After parting, remember to meet each other and dream of being with you several times.
If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, is it a matter of time?
I didn't see anyone last year, and my sleeves were wet with tears.
No.4, I miss you. Drink the Yangtze River water.
It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stood in the middle of the night.
I will never regret that my belt has widened, and I will be haggard because of Iraq.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I like you, but I don't know.
He is infatuated with love, and there is no place for lovesickness in the world.
Don't do this, the pear blossoms are blooming and the moon is in the west.
10 Xiao looks at the evening sky and clouds, thinking of you when walking, and thinking of you when sitting.
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.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.
You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.
Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day.
I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old.
I am far away from you, and you are far away from me.
I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old.
Become a butterfly, look for flowers every night and live in the grass.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I like you, but I don't know.
You live at the head of the Yangtze River and I live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water.