The most beautiful and sad ancient poems:
1. Concubine is like a mountain in front of my eyes, but Lang Rushi and Buddha have no intention. ——Zhu Yizun's "Song of Yuanyang Lake"
2. In the heart of spring, don't let the flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray. ——Li Shangyin's "Six of Six Untitled Poems"
3. Sitting high in the Mingyue Tower and leaning alone, the wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe"
4. The direct feeling of your love makes me shed tears as soon as I look back on it. ——Lu Tong's "Daughter's Song Upstairs"
5. Love is without words, so don't waste your tears on the flowers. ——Yan Jidao's "Two of the Three Partridges in the Sky"
6. Who is the seed of love when we open up Hongmeng? All just for the romantic love. ——Cao Xueqin's "Introduction to A Dream of Red Mansions"
7. Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, and an inch can become thousands of strands. ——Yan Shu's "Spring in the Jade House"
8. The fallen flower man is independent, and the weak and swift swallows fly together. ——Yan Jidao's "Two Poems of Linjiang Immortal"
9. Returning a bowl of merciless tears to Qing, I wish I could not meet again before I shaved my head. ——Su Manshu's "Poetry of Skills"
10. Since the king came out, the bright mirror cannot cure the darkness. Missing you is like running water, there is no end to it. ——Xu Qian's "Thoughts in the Chamber"
11. Change my heart for yours, and we will know each other deeply and remember each other deeply. ——Gu Xun's "Complaining of Heartfelt Love"
12. Ask the world what love is, and it will tell you whether life or death is the same. ——Yuan Haowen's "Two Songs About Touching Fish"
13. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. ——Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai"
14. I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a branch on the ground. ——Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
15. If there is a close friend who appreciates it, he will sing Yang Chun without hesitation. ——Yan Shu's "Mountain Pavilion Willow·Gift to the Singer"
16. The poor bones by the Wuding River are like the people in the spring boudoir's dream. ——Chen Tao's "Long West Journey"
17. There is love and infatuation in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House"
18. Endless lovesickness and tears of blood throw away red beans, and endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building. ——Cao Xueqin's "Hongdou Ci"
19. When people become more passionate, they become less passionate, and now they are really not passionate.
——Nalan Xingde's "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi"
20. You are like dust on the road, and I am like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet in harmony? ——Cao Zhi's "The Moon on a High Building"