The setting sun cooled and the pool sank.
Begonia flowers are as light as smoke.
Xiang Xiao Jin Nairuohe
Floating dreams and drunken eyes
How can you forget when you are warm?
Cut the candle and create agriculture in the west.
Irresponsible, just feel sorry for yourself.
Cherish flowers and fall, tired eyes
Silk warm pull.
The song is burning and silent, and gradually becomes a song.
Gone with the wind songs dye dusk, day and dusk
Draw a kite and smile.
San Kingo Kou Yin Si
Tingchu Fish Restaurant Fuxi
Play in the water and draw like eyes.
Liu Mu Yu Nian Xiang Si
Li Hua except drunk wood
Remember your heart and feel strong.
Lotus pavilion wenyu year
Nine-day love is new.
Keep warm and continuous.
Play in the water and enjoy kites.
Zui nian nian si Yu
Xiang Yu, Pan Liang, Xiang Si
Liang Jinhua Muqingcheng
Song of floating dust, reading like a song
Taohuayuan tourists are drunk
Ink has gradually become a song and a flower.
Lotus root silk is not rolled up, but the skirt is rolled up.
On the shore, the ink pen is held back and the tea is worn.
Draw a picture of love.
Reality is never what you want. Busy also don't give yourself a chance to miss you.
I can't bear to part with the subtlety and depth, and I can't bear to part with the subtlety and massiness. I don't have what you deserve.
I like your shadow snuggling up to you for no reason and can't live without you.
Just to see you happy, so happiness is your happiness.
If I fulfill you, if I can bless you, it's not that I have seen it clearly, but that I have proved that I love you.
If this is not the end, if I still love you, if I want to believe that you are the only one for me.
Live a carefree life with a casual attitude.
I won't feel cared for because I care, even though I know that plain is true.
Once owned by * * * all the details, seemingly within reach, but clearly separated from Wan Li.
Your smell is gone, and I still miss that voice in my heart.
At that time, I thought, if you and I can live like this in my life, and can see all the prosperity and silence equally, it is not happiness.
For me, if I don't forget it, it is beyond redemption.
I still miss you in my old dreams.
In fact, I have loved and hated, and being single is not leisure.
Sometimes being too sober is a mistake.
Life is only a few decades. If you don't enjoy it, you will waste love, fate, love and hate, joys and sorrows.
If you want to laugh, the fireworks will burn, so gorgeous that no one will accompany you.
I don't know what happened, but it was deep.
Why are you? A separation bothers me.
I don't think what you want is fireworks, and you won't sink if I am gorgeous. I'm stupid.
Crazy frivolous buried homesickness and deserted the old garden earlier than autumn grass.
It's not why people stay, nor why people leave.
Gently touch your eyes, it's still cold.
? Unlike nian? If time stops? Teenagers are innocent.
Like a dream? Turning year? Running water nonsense
1, change your life with my three fireworks.
2. I am young and energetic.
3, long streets, countless fireworks, you pick up the lights and look back.
Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.
4. Who finally broke the string and the flower fell on the shoulder, blurred.
5, how many beauties have been lost, how many pieces of acacia have been broken, and only the blood-stained ink is crying.
6, the vast land is broken with a sword, where the bustling songs fall. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
7. Let him know everything and smile at you.
8. Send a song to Jun, and don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
9. Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
10, listen to the string break, break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
1 1, there are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I don't know whether I like you or not.
12, whoever forgets the other party first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.
13. There used to be a tall building that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on it.
14, when all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
15, in the spring, the beauty is old, and the flowers fall and everyone dies.
16, still water flowing deeply, singing loudly; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
17, lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
18, as beautiful as flowers and jade, as fleeting, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.
2. Ancient poems when homesick (1)
A butterfly in love with flowers
stretch
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and blue tears,
The curtains are light and cold,
Swallows fly in pairs.
The moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering,
The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu.
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees,
Alone in a tall building,
Look at the end of the world.
If you want to send colorful stationery and ruler,
The mountains are long and there is a lot of water.
(2)
Song Liu Yong
A butterfly in love with flowers
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.
Who will rely on silence in the afterglow of grass smoke?
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
(3)
Xin Qiji's Jade Case Yuan Xi in Southern Song Dynasty
Thousands of trees are blooming and stars are everywhere in the east night. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Feng Xiao moved, the jade pot turned, and the fish danced all night.
My son's snow willow and golden light, laughter and fragrance disappeared. Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
3. I have collected some poems about love in China's ancient prose-Li Bai, my hair hardly covers my forehead, and I am picking flowers and paying at my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood. We live together in an alley in Qingkan. We are both young and happy. When I was fourteen, I became your wife. I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls. But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower. When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.
Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky. I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves. Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade. Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng. "Resentment"-Li Bai, how beautiful she looks, opened the pearly casement and sat in a frowning place.
You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much? Linjiangxian * Xu Changtu drinks from Tingxi, and the floating life often hates Fu Peng. Looking back, the smoke is getting heavier and heavier.
The clouds are lonely and wild, and the mountains are cold and red. Where to draw a boat tonight? The lake is flat and the moonlight is hazy.
Wine makes people awake, makes people feel quiet and sad. In the dream of the remnant lamp sleeping alone, the light wave is more windy.
At dusk in January, Xin Qiji put thousands of trees in the easterly night, and the sky was full of stars. BMW carved cars are full of incense.
Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.
Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Augmentation and benign writing (excerpt) are iron-like gold. Reading requires heart, and a word is worth a thousand dollars.
Say something to everyone, but you can't throw away all my heart. Plant flowers intentionally, but not unintentionally.
It is difficult to draw a dragon and a tiger, but it is difficult to draw a bone. Money is like dirt, and righteousness is worth a thousand dollars.
The flowing water on the beach is unintentional, and the white clouds are unintentional. It takes a long time to read people's hearts.
Horses are thin, and people are not romantic only for poverty. At the turn of the Millennium, Zhang Xian counted the stingrays and then reported the rest to Fang Fei.
Xichun prefers residual red folding. The rain is small and the wind is fierce, and the plum blossoms are green.
Yongfeng willow, no one is full of snow. Don't pull strings, you can talk about it.
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.
The night has passed, and the lights in the east are not white. Yan Songshu Yulan Qingyang Caochangting Road, it is easy for people to discard it when they are young.
The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March. Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time. Que Qiaoxian * Qin Guan's thin clouds are smart, flying stars spread grievances, and silver and Han are all dark.
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.
If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, it is still a matter of time. Seven Mournings * Cao Zhiming shines on tall buildings, and time falls. There is a sad woman sighing upstairs.
Who is the sigh upstairs? The answer is a wife in another place. My husband has been away for more than ten years, and he is often timid alone.
If you remove the dust from the road, if you dirty the cement; The ups and downs are mixed, when will they meet in harmony? Yes, I want to turn into a southwest wind and disappear into my husband's arms! If you can't open your arms, why are you a concubine? Nineteen ancient poems by China were born less than a hundred years ago, and they often worry about the Millennium.
The days are short and the nights are long. Why not travel by candlelight? If you are happy to arrive in time, why can't you stay here? Fools cherish expenses, but they are despised by future generations. Fairy Wang Ziqiao, it's hard to wait.
Fan Zhongyan, wandering in the Imperial Street, leaves fragrant bricks. The night is silent, and the cold sound is broken. Every night, we can see the tulle moon, but the one we love is thousands of miles away.
Sadness is inch by inch, and it is hard to make yourself intoxicated if you want to drown your sorrows in wine. Wine has no entrance, but it turns into bitter tears.
I know what it's like to sleep alone. This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape.
Li Guanyao strolled through the night pavilion, only for the sake of Qingming, and gradually felt hurt by the spring dusk. Counting the rain and the wind, the hazy and pale moon clouds come and go.
Peach and apricot are vaguely fragrant and black. Who smiles softly on the swing? There is no arrangement in the world for an inch of acacia.
Xin Qiji moved to Hunan from Hubei and bought a small mountain pavilion with Wang Mai as a gift. How many storms can you save? In a hurry, spring is back.
Cherish spring for fear of early blooming, not to mention countless red flowers. Live in spring! See, there is no turning back at the end of the world.
The only way to complain about the silence in spring is to be diligent, draw cobwebs on the eaves, and release sheep in Yogyakarta by all means. Nagato incident, quasi-quasi-ceremony and mistakes, the beauty was once jealous.
A thousand dollars to buy each other is like buying a gift, but who complains about this situation? Stop dancing, can't you see that Yuhuan Yanfei is full of dust? Leisure is the hardest. Don't lean on the hedge, the sun goes down, and the flowers are bright.
Partridge Day * Yan Dao Ji's colorful sleeves are holding the jade clock diligently, but she was drunk in those years. We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.
Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times. Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream.
Su Qiaoshi's five snakes, Ling Bo's muscles are like snow, and the red leaves are poetry. I am also grateful for a bowl of heartless tears. I hate shaving before I meet you. The sapphire case, Ling Bo, did not cross the pond road * He Zhu, Ling Bo, did not cross the pond road, just watched and passed.
Who is the golden flower? Qiao Yue Garden, a bamboo building with locked windows, is only called Spring. Ran Ran Yun Fei, at dusk, drew a new topic, heartbroken sentence.
If you ask how much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain! Tang Wan, the hairpin phoenix, has a thin world and poor human feelings, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk. The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it.
Difficult, difficult, difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy.
Hide, hide, hide! Linjiang Fairy-Cold Willow * Where is Nalan Rong Ruo Feifen Feihua? The ice layer was destroyed. Sparing a tree is colder. It doesn't matter if you love him.
The most important thing is to shake it in the back and teach people to remember Chunshan. It is difficult to dream of a skirt intermittently. The west wind is more or less annoying, but it can't blow away the eyebrows. Partridges are different * Nie Shengqiong's jade flowers are sad out of Fengcheng, and the lotus flowers are under Liu Qingqing.
Sing the Yangguan song first, instead of riding five times. If you seek a beautiful dream, it is hard to come true.
Who knows my mood at this time? Tears poured down before the pillow, and the light dripped through the window. Reducing the word Huanxisha-listening to songs is affectionate * Love Zhouyi is full of tears, but not infatuated, and there are lovesickness everywhere in the world.
If the flowers bloom again, the clouds will stay sad for a while, but they will only become sad if they are not entertained. Sauvignon Blanc Bai Juyi flows in the water, Surabaya flows, and flows to Guazhou Ancient Ferry. Wu Shan is a little sad.
Think of dragons, hate dragons, hate to rest when returning, and the moon people lean on the building. Liu Yuxi * Zhuzhici: Peach blossoms are full of red flowers, and the spring water in the Shu River hits the mountain stream.
Bonuses fade easily, and the water is infinite, such as sorrow. Wu Lingchun * Li Qingzhao has exhausted the fragrance in the wind and is tired of combing her hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
For ten years, Jiang Sushi never forgets the dream of the twentieth night of the first month. 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.
4. Write ancient poems about love. You asked about the uncertain return date, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I just hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you don't miss it.
Without Cai Feng's wings, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
If the relationship between two people lasts for a long time, is it a matter of time?
Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.
Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die. When tears turn to dust, this sentence begins to dry up.
The monarch is a rock, and the concubine is a reed. The reeds are as tough as silk, but the rocks are still.
5. Classical Chinese sentences about love or beautiful ancient poems, I would like to know you, the mountains have no edges, heaven and earth are in harmony, but I dare to be with you! I am full of thinking that if I marry a person with a heart, I can love each other and be happy forever.
Han; Zhuo Wenjun's "Ballad of a White Head" won't die, but he would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy. Tang; Lu Although I don't have the wings of a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of a unicorn.
Tang; Li Shangyin's Untitled said, we hope to fly in the sky, two birds will become one and grow together on the ground, and the two branches of a tree ... the earth will last forever, and the sky will last forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever! Tang; Bai Juyi's "Song of Eternal Sorrow" was long before I met her, but it was longer than when we parted. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Tang; Li Shangyin's Untitled Once the sea was difficult for water, but it was amber forever.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. Tang; Yuan Zhen's "From Thinking" is sunny in the east and rainy in the west.
Tang; Liu Yuxi's Zhuzhici is full of flowers. Is it, even the bright flame of love, only ashes? . Tang; Li Shangyin's "Untitled" candle thoughtfully bid farewell and shed tears for others until dawn.
Tang; Du Mu's Farewell When those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches. May you bear more pain as a symbol of our love.
Wang Wei's "Acacia" flowers can be folded straight, don't wait for no flowers to fold! Du Qiuniang's Witch Hazel in the Tang Dynasty is fragrant and heartbroken. Li Bai's "Qing Ping Er Diao" gradually became wider and wider without regret, which made people haggard for Iraq.
Song; Liu Yong's Fengqitong has become empty and still like a dream. Li Yu's "Midnight Song * How Can I Avoid the Sorrow of Life" knows what I mean, and I feel sorry for you. I have to ask for it! Li Yu's "More Leaking Golden Bird" is on the willow tip on the moon, and people are about after dusk.
Zhu's Hawthorn meets each other, but it seems heartless. When Sima Guang's Xijiang Moon was poor, there was only endless acacia.
In "Spring on the Jade Tower", the sky is not old, the heart is like a double screen, and there is a Qian Qian knot in it. "Chitose" Zhang Sheng held hands and looked at each other with tears in his eyes, but he was speechless and choked up.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? ! Liu Yong's Yulinling takes flowers from Shui Piao to water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Looking around, lonely and sad.
This time, what a sad sentence? "Slow voice" went to the west wing without saying a word. The moon is like a hook.
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. Keep cutting.
The reason is still chaos. It's sadness.
It's not just the general taste. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
Yu Meiren, a moment that should last forever, had come and gone before I knew it. Li Shangyin's "Jinse" has lived and died for ten years, and I will never forget it.
Xiao Xuan window, dress up, silently care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears. Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" looked for him in the crowd, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, with dim lights.
Xin Qiji's "Qingyun Case * Yuanxi" is tender as water and courteous as a dream. If two people have a long relationship, they won't go to court.
Qin Guan's "Queqiao" will not miss you all his life, but it will miss you and hurt you. Xu Yuan's Rethinking of "The Moon Song * Chun Qing" is affectionate and hateful since ancient times, and the source of good dreams is the easiest to wake up.
Clear; Shi Qing's The Story of the Lost Stream is not attractive, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Huang Ming's "Hangzhou Folk Poetry Collection" is full of acacia red beans and spring flowers are full of paintings.
Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions said that under the acacia tree, Silang hated Xiaomin. Republic of China; Liang Qichao thought about it several times and would rather miss it! Hu Shi has been infatuated since ancient times, and this hatred has nothing to do with romantic affairs.
Song; Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House" Hey! What is love in the world? Teach people life and death! Life is precious, love is more expensive! The ancients cloud holds your hand and grows old with your son! Acacia stayed up all night, laughing and asking where there is in the world, looking forward to meeting each other. Laugh and watch life go on forever.
Don't ask each other every time you meet, don't be sad and don't cry, leave this poem secretly. Everyone has joys and sorrows.
Wang Wei of Acacia When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches? People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. Looking at the moon, thinking of a person in the distance, Zhang Jiuling, the moon, is now full at sea. At this time, Tianya * * * brings a separated heart, and the night is long and considerate. Although I blew out the candle, it didn't get dark. Although I put on my coat, it didn't get warm, so I left my message to the moon and still had a dream. Li Bai, the lyrics of autumn wind, the autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw is surprised again.
It's embarrassing to meet each other on blind dates; When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time. If I had known this, I didn't know him at the beginning. Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.
Liu Yuxi's bamboo ci is full of peach blossoms, and the spring water in Shu hits the mountain stream. A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was as fleeting as this peach blossom, and infinite sadness was like this endless river of water.
The swallow tower is upstairs, accompanied by a broken lamp and dawn frost, and a lonely person gets up from a acacia tree. How much is acacia? The ends of the earth are not long.
Jinse Li Shangyin I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a flower-like piano mark. In daydreaming, Saint Zhuangzi was fascinated by butterflies, and the emperor's longing for love cried in the cuckoo, and the mermaid cried pearl-like tears in the ocean as green as the moon. The blue fields breathed their emeralds in the sun. The moment that should have lasted forever came and went unconsciously. Untitled Li Shangyin came with empty words. It was already five o'clock in the month. Although the dream is far away, it is difficult to cry, and the book advises no ink. Wax shines on half a cage of golden jade, and musk embroiders hibiscus slightly. Liu Lang hates Pengshan, which is ten thousand times heavier than Pengshan. Untitled Li Shangyin hangs the curtain again. The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here.
Storms make nut horns ecstasy, and the moon dew sweetens cinnamon leaves? Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life. Untitled Li Shangyin I have known her for a long time, and we have been apart for a long time. Spring silkworms die, candles burn every night, and clouds change in the morning mirror, but I dare to sing Pengshan at night. Oh, Jade Bird, listen! -Give me what she said! Untitled Li Shangyin, the star last night and the wind last night, Guitangdong on the west side of the painting building, have no wings for Cai Feng to fly, and are connected with the heart. Separated from the seat, the spring wine is warm and the wax lamp is red.
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. Li Shangyin, who traveled alone in Qujiang in late autumn, hated being born in the spring when lotus leaves were born, and in the autumn when lotus leaves were withered. Knowing that he had been in love for a long time, he was disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou.
Mr. Li Shangyin's "A Note to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night" asked about the untimely return date, and the rain rose to Qiuchi in the evening. Why did * * * cut the candle at the west window, but when he said it was raining late? Without Yuan Zhen, water makes the sea sad and amber forever. I am lazy to look back on flowers, and half of the reason is that I am a monk. The topic is, Cuihu Village in the south of the city, where peach blossoms set each other off today last year. 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.
Farewell to Du Mu is sentimental but always seems heartless, but he can't laugh at what he looked like before he was born. Candles say goodbye kindly and cry for others until dawn. In my dream, I sent Zhang Bi Xie Guren, and the small corridor turned askew. Affectionate and only spring.
6. Nothing represents love in ancient poetry but Yan and Liu Yong. Cangyang Gyatso Nalan
Queqiaoxian
Thin clouds are mysterious, flying stars spread grievances, and the milky way is dark. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.
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. If these two invitations last a long time, they will still be there, day and night.
Walking on the sand, the fog lost the tower.
Dance lost the tower, the moon lost the maze, and Taoyuan was nowhere to be found. Lonely as watching a cold spring, cuckoo singing in the sunset. Post flowers, fish pass on elements, and make this tree without hate. Bang Jiang Xing walked around Bang Mountain. Who did he go to Xiaoxiang for?
Man Fang Ting
Mountain painted Wei Yun, the sky faded, and the horn was painted to break the door. Suspend the collection, and talk about * * * leading away from the statue. How many Penglai past events, empty looking back, misty. Outside the sunset, the western Western jackdaw is dotted with flowing water around the lonely village. Destroy the soul. At this moment, the sachet is dark and the ribbon is bright. If you win, the brothel will exist in name only. When can I see you here? There are tears on the sleeves and in the air. At the scene of the injury, the high city was in ruins and the lights were dim.
7. The ancient prose "A Little Life in Love" is the first recorded young man who died for love in the history of China. "Tail, female under the beam (bridge). The water won't go until the woman comes. Die after birth. " -Historical Records and Biography of Su Qin
Still holding the center of the column,
Hongbo has resistance to the present and the present.
Don't cross the bridge,
Afraid of thinking of young couples.
Zhuangzi Stole Foot: "Micro-life and women live under the beam (bridge). If the woman doesn't come, the water won't go, and she will cling to the beam. "
This is a sad love story in Zhuangzi. This is about an infatuated man named Wei Sheng dating his beloved girl under the bridge, but his sweetheart didn't keep the appointment. Unfortunately, the flood rose. In order to keep his promise, the infatuated man insisted on not leaving, and finally drowned with the bridge column. It is said that their appointed place is called Blue Bridge. The beam and column in Weisheng's hand also became a symbol of his faithfulness.
Shangxie
Evil! I want to know you and live a long life.
There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you!
Comments: From the folk songs of Han Yuefu. This is a love song, which is the hero's own oath: the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and love is faithful. This is an infatuated woman's deep confession to her lover. After the hero in the poem swore to call heaven, he bluntly hoped that he would "know your long life" and turn to ink from the perspective of "not dying with you" "There are five impossible things in a mountain without a tomb" to show its immortal love, and it is impossible to think whimsically. This emphasizes the hero's eternal love.
Qiu Yan ci
Yuan Haowen
Ask what love is in the world and teach life and death.
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.
You should have a saying, Wan Li's cloud, Qian Shan's snow, only to whom.
Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.
What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.
The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.
For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.
Comments: In those days, Yuan Haowen went to Bingzhou to try and met a goose catcher on the way. The goose catcher told Yuan Haowen a strange thing that happened today: he set a net to catch a goose today and caught one, but one escaped. Unexpectedly, the wild goose didn't fly away, but hovered over him for a while, and then fell to the ground and died. Yuan Haowen looked at the two geese in the hands of the wild goose catcher, and his mood was difficult for a while. He bought these two geese with money, then buried them on the bank of Fenhe River, set up a stone as a souvenir, named "Qiu Yan", and wrote the poem "Qiu Yan Ci". Looking back at Shuangyan, "far away from home, far away from home" winters in the south and returns to the north in spring, "several times in cold and summer". They fly together, live together and love each other deeply. There are both happy reunion and bitter parting, but no force can separate them. Moreover, after the "trap breaks the amphibious dream", the lover has passed away and can live alone! Therefore, the "quitter" made up his mind to follow in the grave and "throw himself into the river". The ancients believed that love is extreme, "the living can die and the dead can live". How affectionate it is to be committed to life and death!