Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves close the window.
Thinking about the past and thinking about the future, the sun sets and the wine sleeps soundly.
Reading so sweetly was unusual at that time.
Nalan Xingde's Friends in Cambodia, and Mulan's poems are archaized.
If life is just like the first time, what is the west wind painting fan? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before.
Liu Yong's Klang Ganzhou
Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold.
The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings.
This is a decline in prosperity, not a decline in Ran Ran's prosperity.
Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound.
Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home.
Sighing where these years have gone, why do you have to stay in a strange land for a long time?
How many times have I missed seeing beautiful women and makeup houses? Who knows how to get back to the boat?
Are you worried about knowing me and leaning on the dry place?
Wu Fengqi of Liu Yong.
It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark.
In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.
I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers"
The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and the brain will disappear (sell) the golden beast. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. The "drunken flower shade" mentioned on the wall goes without saying, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Wen, "Looking at Jiangnan"
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear. Broken-hearted Baipingzhou.
Fang Ting, a man from Qin Guan.
The mountain is painted with Wei Yun, the sky is sticky with rotten grass, and the horn is painted to break the door. Suspend the collection, and talk about * * * leading away from the statue. How many Penglai past events, looking back, are all fog. Outside the sunset, Western jackdaw in the west counts, and the water flows around the lonely village. Fascinating. At this time, the sachet is dark and the ribbon is light. Win a reputation as a brothel. When can I see you here? There are tears on the front sleeve. At the scene of the injury, the high city was in ruins and the lights were dim.
Wu Wenying's "Huanxisha"
The door is separated by flowers, and the dream is old, and the sunset is silent and sad. A faint fragrance wafted, and her delicate fingers gently pulled open the curtains of Mix. The leisurely catkins fall silently, which is where the god of the world takes you. The east wind at night is colder than in autumn.
Yan Shu's Qingping Music
The fine print says that business is flat, geese are in the clouds, and fish are in the water. It's hard to feel this way. The setting sun leans against the west building, and the distant mountain faces the curtain hook. People don't know where, but the green waves still flow eastward.
Yan's Recent Love
The wind and catkins are withering. Pink, fragrant array every day. The new wine aggravated the hangover. This spring does not diminish the hatred of the previous spring. Butterflies go and warblers fly, and there is nowhere to ask. The tall building across the water, looking at the letter from Pisces. The disturbance layer wave is one inch wide. Sunset in buried by the coming night.
The pride of fishermen in Chen Yishan
The front fence of Jiuling Peak leans alone. Frown, frown, heartbreak. The farewell of the pink girl. What's it like?
Climbing the mountain near the water, every year. Always remember to get together and be alone today. At night, a lone boat rises in the lake. The grass is withering and the sun is setting.
With whom? The water in the West Lake is the tears of acacia.
Lu You's Shen Yuan
First, the sunset on the city draws a corner to mourn, and Shen Yuan is not revived by the pool platform. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
Second, after forty years of dreams, the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
Hu Chu's "Elegant and Clear Nine Musts"
My concubine is willing to draw a picture for the cloud, and you promise to see her come home on the 10th. I'm afraid you'll look back at the high city and lean against the tower to watch the sunset.
Yuwan in Chu Guangxi
Fishing in Green Bay comes in spring, and apricot blossoms come in spring. The pool is clear and shallow, and the lotus knows the fish are scattered. Waiting for lovers at dusk, the boat is green and the shore is green.
Xizhou Qu (first seen in Xu Ling's New Ode to Yutai, with unknown author, is an immortal masterpiece in Yuefu poetry)
Miss Mei wants to go to Kau Xizhou and break plum blossoms on the north bank of the Yangtze River. Thin clothes are as red as apricots and hair as black as crows. Where is Xixi Jiao? The two oars on board can be placed at the ferry pier of the Kau Xizhou Bridge. At dusk, Shrike came and the wind blew the black mortar (speaking of butter) tree. Under the tree is her home, and her emerald hair is exposed in the door. She opened the door and didn't see her sweetheart. She went out to pick red-violet flowers. Autumn, autumn Nantang, she is holding a lotus seed, and the lotus grows taller. Bow your head and get lotus seeds, green as water. Hide lotus seeds in your sleeve. Lotus seeds are red and transparent. Miss my husband, but not yet. She looks up at the swan in the sky. The sky was full of geese, and she went up to the tower to see her husband. Although the tower is high, she can't see her husband. She leans against the railing all day. The railing bent and bent into the distance, and her hands were as bright as jade. The curtain is so high, rippling like sea water, empty and generally dark green. If the sea is as long as a dream, then you are sad and I am sad. If Nanfeng knows how I feel, please blow my dream to Puxi Island.
Nie Luda's "We Even Lost"
We even lost the dusk.
Nobody saw us holding hands tonight.
Blue night arrival world.
I saw it from the window.
A grand gathering of distant mountains and sunset.
Sometimes a piece of sunshine
Burning like a coin in my hand.
I remember you, my heart is in my hands.
In the sadness you know.
Where were you then?
Who else is here?
what did you say ?
Why did the whole love suddenly come?
Just when I was sad, I felt you were far away?
I dropped the book that was always open in the twilight.
My shawl rolled up at my feet like a wounded dog.
Forever, forever, you retreat into the night.
The statue was erased at dusk.
Sunset lover (Ashley Dixon: Ashley Dixon)
Your love is like a sunset, your love is like a sunset,
Wild, bright and real. Wild, bright and real.
Colors are mixed together, these colors are mixed together,
Form a magical tone. It forms a magical color.
The warm caress of this day
Slide in the air, slide in the air,
It's like your fingers are just like your fingers.
Will slip through my hair. It will break my hair.
I sit and watch the sunset, I sit and watch the sunset,
Knowing that it will be over soon, knowing that it will be over soon,
Thinking of you, thinking of you,
Wait until we meet again. Wait until we meet again.
Now it walks slowly, now it walks slowly,
Coming to an end. Let's finish it.
Darkness may be approaching, it may close in darkness,
But the fun is just beginning.
These poems are carefully selected from many I know, and they are basically excellent works, hoping to be useful to the landlord. If you want to write a love letter to the girl you like, I suggest you read more anthologies of love letters from Chinese and western celebrities, such as Goethe, Hugo and Xu Zhimo. Besides, you can also read some classic love poems, such as the works of Li Shangyin, Tagore and Nie Luda, Li Shangyin's Untitled Poem and Nie Luda's Twenty Love Poems and a Despair Song (100 Love Sonnets). I'm so tired looking for it, hehe.