A poem symbolizing the beautiful love between men and women.

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?

The flower curtain in the courtyard is not rolled, and the grass is far away.

When can we meet in harmony when the moon is in the sky, if the dust on the road is raised and the cement is muddy?

Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia. -Xu Zaisi's "Gui Gui Ling"

Family ties have faded, and now they are really not affectionate. -Nalanxingde's "Spread the Happy Sand"

Love is blind. The color is unattractive and fascinating. Peach blossoms set each other off in this door last year. People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.

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. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"

I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou. -Li Shangyin's Walking Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn

Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night. -Huang Jingren's Two Poems of Love.

The beast furnace sinks hookah, and pieces of green marsh flowers write the biography of acacia. -Zhang Kejiu's Sai Qiu Hong

Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. -Zhang Xian's "Chitose"