What are some ancient poems about women confessing their love to men?

1. Looking at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk, I miss you when I walk and miss you when I sit.

"A Cut of Plum Blossoms·The Pear Blossoms are Closed in the Rain" Ming Dynasty: Tang Yin

The pear blossoms are closed in the rain and the door is closed, which is a failure of youth.

Who cares about the pleasures? Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon.

My eyebrows are full of sorrow, and there are thousands of crying marks, and tens of thousands of crying marks.

Looking at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk, I miss you when I walk and miss you when I sit.

Interpretation:

Close the door deeply and listen to the sound of rain hitting pear blossoms outside the window. In this way, you have lived up to your youth and wasted your youth. Even if you have a beautiful and happy mood, who can you share it with? I feel sad under the flowers, and sad under the moon.

My brows were furrowed all day long, leaving thousands of tear stains on my face. I have been looking at the sky and clouds from morning to night. I miss you when I walk and miss you when I sit!

2. Missing you is like the full moon, whose brightness diminishes every night.

"Fu comes from the king" Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling

Since the king comes from it, he no longer cares about the residual machine.

Missing you is like the full moon, whose brightness diminishes every night.

Interpretation:

Since you left your hometown and traveled far away, I will never touch the old loom again.

Missing you is like the full moon in the sky, whose brightness weakens night after night.

3. When you are pregnant and return home, your concubine is heartbroken. ?

"Spring Thoughts" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The swallow grass is like blue silk, and the green branches of Qin mulberry are low.

When the king returns home, it is the time when the concubine has a broken heart. ?

If you don’t recognize the spring breeze, why should you enter the Luo curtain?

Interpretation:

The grass in Yan is as green as silk, and the mulberry trees in Qin have green leaves.

When you miss your home and look forward to the day you return, I have long missed you and been filled with sorrow.

Spring breeze, you and I are strangers, why do you blow into the tent and make me sad?

4. Thousands of sails are not the same, but the slanting light and the flowing water are long. Heartbroken Bai Pingzhou.

"Wangjiangnan·Come and wash up" Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun

After washing up, I leaned alone on Wangjiang Tower. Thousands of sails are gone, but the slanting light flows slowly over the water. Heartbroken Bai Pingzhou.

Interpretation:

After washing up, I climbed up to the Wangjiang Tower alone, leaning on the pillars and staring at the surging river. Thousands of ships passed by, but none of the people they expected showed up. The afterglow of the sun shines on the river. The river flows slowly, and the tender heart of longing lingers on the Baiping Island.

5. After farewell, I don’t know whether you are far or near. It's so desolate and depressing.

"Yulou Chun·I don't know how far you are after I say goodbye" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

I don't know how far you are after I say goodbye. It's so desolate and depressing. As we go further and further away, there are no more books. I wonder where the fish will sink in the vast water.

The wind blows through the bamboos in the late night and brings out the charm of autumn. Thousand leaves and a thousand voices are filled with hatred. Therefore, I look for it in my dream while lying on my pillow, but the dream is not a lamp and burns out.

Interpretation:

Since the separation, I wonder where you have been? The eyes and heart are filled with desolation and melancholy, giving birth to endless sorrow! You walked further and further away, and finally heard nothing from you; the river is so wide, and the fish swim deep in the water, where can I go to find out about you? ?

The strong wind blew everywhere in the bamboo forest last night, conveying the rhythm of late autumn, and the sound of every leaf seemed to express resentment. I deliberately leaned on the single pillow, hoping to meet you in my dream, but unfortunately the dream failed, and the wick was helpless and burned to embers in the autumn wind.