Poetry refers to ancient Chinese traditional poetry represented by ancient poetry, modern poetry and metrical poetry. It is also one of the characteristics of the Chinese character culture circle. Below are some beautiful poems that describe love that I have compiled. Welcome to refer to them!
A poem of sorrow - Li Tingbi
It's hard to send away when you arrive, hard to stay when you leave, and everything will stop if your bones are sticky and your heart is sticky. Pan Yue's temples were filled with worry, and Jie Yu's brows were filled with sadness.
Riding a horse in the sky after long distance poems, leaning against the building alone at the beginning of the sound of distant wild geese. I miss each other more and miss each other, the moon behind the lamp is like a hook when I wake up from the wine.
Depressed by the rain, I send money to the rich man - Liu Wan
The rain is falling one after another, and I am hungry and cold. I am worried about my elbows when I hold my clothes, and I look into the mirror to find articles.
Nine roads become a sea of ??mud, and thousands of mountains are covered with wet clouds. The dragon bell drives the paragraph, and I miss you everywhere.
Spring Sorrow - Meng Jiao
Spring objects and melancholy guests are at odds with each other when they meet.
Old flowers say goodbye to new branches, and new tears shed old clothes.
We are lonely at sunset and drifting away together.
Solitude - Meng Jiao
We were far apart the day before yesterday, and my hair turned gray yesterday.
If you want to know the love thousands of miles away, you will lie in bed for half a month at dawn.
I am often afraid of the chirping of hundreds of insects, causing my grass to rest.
Song of Night Sorrow - Shi Jianwu
The singer's songs are not exhausted, and the worries of others are increasing.
The hollow branches are empty, and the unintentional lanterns are picked up by force.
Sorrow - Wei Zhuang
Avoid sorrow and worry will come again, and the sorrow will be unforgettable. Sitting at night, my heart is burning, and my temples are covered with frost.
Ignore the young master’s dream, but enter the heart of a traveler. I would like to ask Gao Xuanke, where is the hometown of drunkenness?
Spring Sorrow - Wei Zhuang
Thinking about it hurts me a lot, and I hate it even more when it comes to spring. The dew stains the Xiang bamboo with tears, and the flowers fall over the plum blossoms.
Sleeping timidly and dreaming, leisurely drinking wine. There are no people in the back garden, and the moon is slanting above the pines.
Spring Sorrow - Wei Zhuang
Spring sorrow is the soul that is dying, and I cannot bear the fragrant grass to miss my king and grandson.
Falling flowers fall silently in the dusk and rain, and no one leans against the door alone in the deep courtyard.
Huangzhou’s twilight sorrow - Xiang Si
Lingshui burst into tears, overlapping from the west. That is to say, it should be combined with the cold night, and it will not bloom unless it is warm in spring.
If there is no landing plan, it is better to abandon Jichuan materials. I would like to send you to the sky and return thousands of miles to the high winds.
Sorrow - Xu Wei
When the night is long, I tend to miss the sound late, and I often sing with sad green eyebrows. When the yellow leaves fall, the anvils and pestles are pressed against the sun, and when Zigui cries out his dream soul.
Concubine Ming went away to weep a thousand tears, while Cai Yan returned to comb her hair. Si Hao cannot be recruited when he goes to the mountains, and homeless returnees are the most bullied.
Relieve sorrow - Yong Tao
Throw it into the mud and hear it sink, but you can't sigh three times to cause deep sorrow.
Don’t say that it is easy for a guest to have no worries, but he must realize that many worries are harmful to the heart.
Sad thoughts - Yu Xuanji
The fallen leaves are falling one after another in the evening rain, and the silkworms are caressing each other alone and singing a clear song. Don't hate your unintentional friends if you let yourself go, cultivate your nature and throw away the waves of suffering.
There are many old people’s car sounds outside the door, and there are many Taoist scrolls in front of the pillow. The commoner finally becomes a guest in the sky, and the time of clear water and green mountains passes by.
Jiangling worries about sending children to safety - Yu Xuanji
Thousands of maple leaves turn into thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail.
The heart of remembering you is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
Sad thoughts on the river - Chen Yu
The old man on the river opened the door to the fading grass.
I only worry about my children and grandchildren, but I don’t realize that my life is getting old.
Bian Chou - Cui Shi
In September, the roots of the bushes are broken, and the grass leaves are peeled off on three sides. Horses in the wind and dust change color, and swords in frost and snow are clothed.
The guest is worried about the gloomy night, and he is riding back by writing a letter. Upstairs, Yinqin Feng also meets Chunhui.
Sorrow - Du Fu
The river grass brings melancholy every day, and the coolness of Wu Gorge is unworldly. The swirling heron is bathing at the bottom of the heart, and the flowers on the single tree are clear.
For ten years, the army has darkened the country, and guests from foreign lands have come to this lonely city. Can we see the Wei River and the Qin Mountains? People will be sick and tigers will roam freely.
Sitting with sorrow - Du Fu
It is common to sit in the wild in Gaozhai, and sitting with sorrow comes even closer. In October, the mountains are cold and the moonlight in the lonely city is dim.
The Jia Meng and Di are of different species, and the left shoulder carries the dogs and soldiers. I worry about running around all day long, and I don’t dare to talk about my return date.
Sorrow - Du Mu
Gathering and dispersing are invisible, and the ileum forms itself. The past and the present cannot be kept, parting and latent life.
The general who surrendered to the captives is thinking about the feelings of a distant guest in the poor autumn. Who is more haggard and weeping in Qinjing after defeat?
Relieving sorrow - Du Fu
Raising a poor family as a household, it is unclear where to open it. Jiangtong Goddess Pavilion is located across Wangxiang Terrace.
I regret that my appearance is getting old, and I have no reason for my younger siblings to come. War and personnel affairs, looking back with sadness.
Spring Sorrow - Han Cong
The golden crow flies away and the jade rabbit walks away, and the green temples are ever green and have never been seen before. Qin'e's sixteen words are like strings, but she is greedy for flowers and cherishes willows.
There is no news about Wu Yuling Yan, but Shui swears goodbye to Lan for a long time. I advise you not to travel in the spring when you are young. The warm wind will be stronger than the wine.
Sitting in sorrow on a rainy night in the Ziji Palace in Changsha - Li Qunyu
Sitting alone in a high studio in the cold, surrounded by quilts, the caves, palaces and terraces are dark. The spring lanterns accompany me with thoughts and tranquility, while the night raindrops deepen my sorrow.
I don’t know what will happen in the future, right and wrong all come to my mind at this time. The restraint destroys life's aspirations, and Liang Fu sings when hugging his knees.
Duchou - Li Chongsi
I heard that Chengdu wine is available even if you have no money.
I don’t know how many buckets I will sell, so I am worried.
Guest worry - Li Qunyu
Guest worry looks at the willow color, and it becomes darker with each passing day. The rippling spring breeze blows, who knows that the past will be confusing.
Guests are worried about looking at the willow color, and they are getting better with each passing day. With the flow of water from Xiang, it flows into the imperial hometown.
(Editor: admin)