Hairpin phoenix Lu you, red crisp hand
Red crisp hands. Huangteng wine willow on the palace wall of Spring City. Dongfeng evil. Love is thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.
Spring is as old as ever. People are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face. Peach blossoms fall. Leisure swimming pool hall. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Momomo.
Hairpin phoenix The world is thin "Tang Wan.
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry and the tears are residual. If you have to worry, just say it alone. Difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The horn is cold and the night is hazy. Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Keep a secret!
Then there is the "drumming" in the Book of Songs, which is said to be bad but still feels classic.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
There is a classic sentence in the poem "On Porcelain in Tongguan Kiln" in the Tang Dynasty, and there are many versions on the Internet based on this sentence, which shows the helplessness of forgetting the past year.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. Jun hates me for being born late. I hate that you were born early.
Su Shi's classic "Jiangchengzi" can be tasted slowly.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night comes, the dream suddenly comes home? Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Magpie fairy. "Idle Clouds" Qin Guan's Song Ci expresses love with great charm, so he also likes Song Ci. This poem describes the cowherd and the weaver girl, and it is also suitable for long-distance love now.
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. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Li Qingzhao was a talented woman in the Song Dynasty. The person who can write good poems shows that his life is very rough, but his poems are talked about by later generations, especially A Plum Branch. Red lovers, fragrant mushrooms and jade mushrooms are more classic in autumn.
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
When we say Li Qingzhao, we must say Li Shangyin. What is the relationship between Li Qingzhao and Li Shangyin who once had feelings? But both of their poems are beautiful, especially the two untitled poems, which are also classics.
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! .
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.
Finally, I want to talk about my favorite poet Liu Yuxi. His poems are free and easy, and he likes this feeling. Besides, careful taste also has its meaning. Among them, Zhuzhi Ci is better. Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny. Whether it's a sunny day or a sunny day of love, pun intended, it's absolutely wonderful.