The most romantic love poem in ancient China. . .

Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. Like this star is not last night, for whom does the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night? Swing inside and outside the wall, outsiders inside the wall, beauty inside the wall laugh. I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. Zhang Songyu Niang, the highest mountain.

The mountain is high and the moon is small;

The moon is very small, how bright!

I thought about it. In the long run,

If I don't see you for a day, my heart will be quiet.

A cluster of plum blossoms

Li Qingzhao

Red lotus root is fragrant and jade is lingering in autumn. I can untie Luo Shang and go to the Dutch boat alone.

Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.