2. A few beautiful poems with love argot, Jin Se by Li Shangyin.
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaid shed pearl-like tears in the moonlight green sea, and Lantian became warmer and warmer.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Su Shi's Jiangchengzi (Ten Years of Life and Death)
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
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.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
The Book of Songs, High Wind and Drumming
Drums are dull and soldiers actively use them. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone.
From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I am very worried
Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it.
Sad for love at all costs
I think about you all the time. I'm tired of tea.
Night dreams linger in tears.
Today seems to be a wrong feeling in your arms,
Think of the same degree of visceral injury, think of Yan.
(Brother, give you a modern one, quack ~)
Lu Xun's My Lovelorn
My love is on the mountainside; I want to find her. I bow my head and cry when the mountain is high.
My lover gave me a hundred butterfly towels; Give her back what: an owl.
Turn your back on me from now on. Somehow it scares me.
My love is in the city; People who want to find her are crowded and can't cry when they look up.
My lover gave me a map of Shuangyan; Give her what: sugar-coated haws.
From then on, he turned his back on me and confused me inexplicably.
My love is by the river; I want to find her in the depths of the river, tears can't touch my eyes.
My lover gave me a gold watch; Give her back what: antiperspirant.
From then on, he turned his back on me and made me nervous for no reason.
My love is good at home; I want to find her. I don't have a car. I can't shake my head and cry.
My lover sent me roses; Give her back what: practice the snake in red.
Turn your back on me from now on. I don't know why.-let her go.
(Lu Xun's works must be carefully considered and understood. - 、)
When you are old (original)
When you are old and weak, you are wide awake.
Kurt sat by the fire and put down the book.
Read slowly and dream of that soft book.
Your eyes were once, and their shadows were deep.
How many people love your joyful and elegant moments?
Love your beauty with true or false love.
But there is one person who loves your pilgrim soul.
Love the sadness on your aging face
Sit down by the glowing fireplace
Whispering a little sadly, how love flies
Pacing on the mountains overhead
Hide his face among the stars.
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the heavy shadows of their past;
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
I hung my head, by the red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars.