1. Ancient poems about elegance
Sauvignon Blanc by Li Bai
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an.
The autumn cries of Luo Wei are on the golden well fence, and the frost is desolate and the mat is cold.
The solitary lamp is lost in thought, rolling up the curtains and looking at the moonlit sky, sighing,
The beauty is like a flower across the clouds. There is the long sky of Qingming above, and the waves of Lu River below. The journey is long and the soul is suffering.
It is difficult for the dream soul to reach the mountains. Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking.
Untitled No. 2 by Li Shangyin
A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond.
The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
The Jia family peeked behind the curtain of Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of Wei Wangcai.
In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray. This is a classic
Su Mu Zhe Song Dynasty Fan Zhongyan
The autumn colors of the blue sky, yellow leaves, and the cold smoke and green waves on the ground
The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky receives the fragrance of the water The grass is ruthless outside the setting sun
The soul in the dark country chases the journey and thinks about it every night, unless good dreams keep people sleeping
Sitting high in the Mingyue Tower, relying on wine alone, my sorrow turns into tears of lovesickness
I like this sentence: When wine enters the sad heart, it turns into tears of lovesickness
Sauvignon Blanc Bai Juyi
The Bian water flow, the Si water flow, flows to the ancient ferry in Guazhou.
Wu Shan is a little worried.
I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return home.
People lean against the building in the bright moon.
Lovesickness
Butterfly Loves Flowers
Lovesickness in spring is like nothing, the flowers fly like mist, and the catkins scatter like smoke.
In summer, the days of lovesickness are too long, and the excitement and sadness seem to be desolate.
The autumn rain adds to the sorrow, the leaves fall, and the swallows leave the tower to relax alone.
It’s hard to sleep on a winter night and it’s hard to get back to dawn. Could it be that the love is connected through the ages?
These are all poems related to lovesickness
There is also a good one
"Butterflies in Love with Flowers" by Su Shi
The flowers fade away The red and green apricots are small, and when the swallows fly, the green water is surrounded by people. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world. There is a swing in the wall, a road outside the wall, people walking outside the wall, and a beautiful woman smiling inside the wall. The laughter gradually becomes quieter and quieter, but the sentimental one is annoyed by the ruthlessness.
Zhaojun's Resentment Farewell [Song Dynasty] Su Shi
Who did Huan Yi's third work?
The green window breaks the dream.
The new moon and the sad smoke.
The sky is full of rivers.
I want to go but I still can’t.
The sun will set tomorrow and the flowers will fly.
Flying catkins send the boat off.
The water flows eastward. 2. What are the poems of the graceful school?
Ancient poetry - the graceful school
A major school of poetry in the Song Dynasty. Representative writers include Zhou Bangyan, Liu Yong, Qin Guan, Li Qingzhao, etc. The subject matter of the poems written by the Wanyue School is relatively narrow, mostly about love affairs between men and women and personal encounters. The emotions are tortuous, implicit and subtle, and the language is tactful and beautiful.
Graceful Poetry
Sauvignon Blanc (Bai Juyi)
Bian water flow, Si water flow, flowing to Guazhou ancient ferry. Wu Shan is a little worried.
I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return home. The moonlight person leans against the building.
The Resentment of the Exalted Immortal (Liu Changqing)
The sun sets low on Qingchuan River, and the melancholy boat is released. Birds fly far and near to Pingwu, and people follow the flowing water from east to west.
The white clouds are thousands of miles away, and the bright moon is in front of the stream and behind it. I only hate being banished to Changsha, where the spring grass in the rivers and lakes is luxuriant.
Huanxi Sha (Zhang Shu)
With pillows and incense burners separated by embroidered curtains, I have been missing lovesickness all day long for two years. The apricot blossoms and the bright moon begin to get to know each other.
Where to go in heaven and on earth? When old love and new dreams come to sleep. The light rain at dusk draws the curtains down.
Huanxi Sha (Li Jing)
The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the westerly wind is worried about the green waves. Still haggard and haggard with the time, unbearable to look at.
The drizzle dreamed back to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building. How many tears are there to limit hatred, relying on the lantern.
Langtaosha (Li Yu)
The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, the spring is fading, and the quilt cannot bear the cold at midnight. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.
Don’t lean on the fence when you are alone. The world is unlimited. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone in spring, and it is heaven and earth.
Poppy (Li Yu)
When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past! There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back at the bright moon.
The carved railings and jade inlays should still be there, but the beauty has changed. How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
Butterfly Loves Flowers (Yan Shu)
The chrysanthemums on the threshold are sad, the orchids weep with dew, the curtains are light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn.
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world.