10 Short and unforgettable poem

Forget the geese, geese, geese.

1, The Book of Songs

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.

Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right.

A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple.

Pull shepherd's purse from left to right.

2. "Evil"

Evil! 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 are in harmony can we dare to be with you!

4, the Tang Dynasty ballad' You gave birth to me before I was born, I gave birth to my old age'.

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.

5. Li Shangyin has no title

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! .

6.' Operator' Li Chi Ngai.

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.

7. Yan Shu: Yulouchun

On the ancient road between Changting and Herb, on the ancient road

He looks like a couple who can easily throw me. I'm leaving.

The bell of the building struck five more times.

The parting of my heart is like the spring rain in March, getting thinner and thinner.

Ruthless people know the pain of sentimental people.

An inch of acacia's sadness turns into thousands of strands.

The ultimate place is far from the end.

Only the writer's thoughts are endless.

8, "Butterfly Lovers" Liu Yong

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.

9,' Qiu Yan Ci' Yuan Haowen.

Ask what love is in the world and teach life and death.

Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.

Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.

You should have a saying, Wan Li's cloud, Qian Shan's snow, only to whom.

Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.

What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.

The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.

For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.

10, Zhu's "health faults"

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.

I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.