After the song ends and everyone disperses in the sky, my heart is helpless when we say goodbye - Zhang Xian's "Qianqiu Sui"
"A few pelicans sound, and they report their beauty is resting. The joy of spring is even more lingering red." The rain is light and the wind is stormy, and the plums and willows are always green, and the flowers and snow are flying when no one is around. It's like a double silk screen with thousands of knots in it. When the night passes, the moonlight in the east window is not white."
The flowers are faded, red and green, and the apricots are small. When swallows fly, green water surrounds people. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches. Where in the world is there no fragrant grass? There is a swing inside the wall and a road outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful women inside the wall smile. The laughter gradually becomes quieter and quieter, but the sentimental one is annoyed by the ruthlessness. ---Su Shi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers":
The water-marked silk quilt is long and thoughtful, and the good times of a thousand miles are rested overnight.
From now on, I have no intention of loving the good night and let him go down to the west tower under the bright moon. ---Li Yi
I didn't sleep all night last night, and I feel hopeless today;
The bottom of a bottle of strong wine has not diminished at all.
If you miss an opportunity, you are afraid of saying goodbye;
Remember a lifetime of regrets, just for a moment of temptation. ---Wei Yi (1) Crazy
The forest flowers withered the spring red, it was too hasty, and the cold rain came in the morning and the wind came in the evening.
The tears of rouge and the drunkenness of each other, when will they last again? Naturally, life grows and hates water forever! ---Meet each other happily
When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do we know about the past? The east wind blew again in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the moonlight.
The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there. , it’s just that your beauty has changed. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. --- Poppy Poppies
Last year, today, in this door, the peach blossoms on the faces reflected each other. Poems describing unrequited love
The human face is nowhere to be seen, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. ---Cui Huti Capital Nanzhuang
Su Mu Zhe Fan Zhongyan
The blue sky, the yellow leaves on the ground, the autumn colors are rolling, and the cold smoke is green on the waves.
The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country, chasing the thoughts of the journey, unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep.
I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
The falling flowers follow the flowing water deliberately, but the flowing water has no intention of falling in love with the falling flowers
In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, there is no word who would lean on the railing
One inch of lovesickness, thousands of thoughts, there is no world. An arrangement office. ---Li Guan's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, there is only love in life that is hard to die. ---Wen Tingshi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
Life is full of love and obsession, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. ---Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House"
I don't regret it as my clothes get wider and wider, and I feel haggard because of Yixiao---Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
It was once difficult to find water in the sea. Except for Wushan, it is not a cloud --- Love poems from Yuan Zhen's "Lisi"
If life is just like the first meeting, what's the matter with the West Wind Sad Painting Fan --- Nalan Xingde's "Mulan's Ci, Jue Jue Ci, Cambodian Friends"
Sentimental feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival---Liu Yong's "Yulin Ling"
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss at that time--- Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"
It is expected that the broken heart will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short of the pines - Su Shi's "Jiang Cheng Zi"
Looking and looking, it is deserted and miserable. Qi Qi ---Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice"
This time, how can the word "sorrow" be so special---Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice"
Don't be frightened by the wine and fall asleep in spring , gambling books disappear and the fragrance of tea is splashed. At that time, it was just commonplace. ——Nalan Xingde, "Huanxi Sand"
I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever. ——Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
You were born before I was born, but I was born before you were old. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.
You were born before I was born, but I was already old after you were born. I wish I could live with you at the same time, but I will be with you every day.
I was not born before you were born, but you are already old after you were born. I am far away from you, but you are separated from me by the corner of the world.
I was not born before you were born, but you are already old after you were born. It turns into a butterfly to look for flowers, and roosts on fragrant grass every night. ——"You are already old before you gave birth to me"
After we said goodbye, we reminisced about meeting each other, and shared our dreams with you several times. ——Li Zhiyi's "Partridge Sky"
The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, the man was there, in a dimly lit place.
——Xin Qiji's "The Green Jade Case·Yuan Xi"