All kinds of good poems
No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk.
Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.
Red bean shrubs grow in the south. In spring, they sprout many branches. People who miss them hope to collect more. Mix red bean has attracted people's attention.
People feel sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.
The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.
Ask what love is in the world, and teach people to live and die together.
In front of the pillow, tears rain in front of the window, and the light drops through the window.
The red candle reflects my face and my hair is beautiful. I hope to be wholeheartedly with me from the ends of the earth.
Ask the world what love is and teach life and death.
The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
All kinds of good poems
In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. -Ouyang Xiu "How Deep is the Courtyard"
In the middle of the night, the tiger took advantage of the small tillage, and the cow gradually could not walk. -Yan's "Farmhouse"
Deep streams drink thirsty rainbows, and deep rivers give birth to autumn thunder. -Feng Wei's "Ancient Sheshan Poem Title Ceng Shan Manbi"
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. -Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden"
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. -Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part II
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"
But now, there are spring floods and floating peaches everywhere. Which way should we go to find the hidden source? . -Wang Wei's "Taoyuanhang"
Flowers-like trees cover the path of Qin Ruchuan, the river that flows around the river, and the capital of Shu. -Li Bai's "Send Friends to Shu"
When the West Lake arrived in Japan, it saw the wrinkles of Mei again. -Anonymous "Ruilong Silver Send Beautiful Brocade"
A fisherman is drifting, enjoying the mountains in spring, and the peach trees on both sides lead him to an ancient source. -Wang Wei's "Taoyuanhang"
The leaves of huanghuali are as red as rouge, and the fragrance of buckwheat flowers is as white as snow. -Wang Yucheng's "The village walks, the horse crosses the mountain path, and the chrysanthemum begins to turn yellow"
All kinds of good poems
I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither. -Anonymous "Long song"
Spring mountain smoke is about to be collected, and the sky is light and the stars are small. -Niu Xiji's "Raw tea seeds, spring mountain smoke is about to be collected"
This night, the stars are shining, the river is white, and people pass on the Weaver Maid and Petunia. -Shen Quanqi's "Tanabata Dew"
Today is the Lantern Festival in my hometown. I am lonely, lonely, lonely and desolate village. -Wang Shouren's Two Poems of Yuan Xi
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. -Fan Chengda's "Summer Village Miscellaneous Seven"
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"
I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields. -Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Garden, Part I"
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. -Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene/Hui Chong Chunjiang Xiaojing"
The sun, the moon and the stars are bright, the Ming river is in the sky, and there is no sound among the trees. -Ouyang Xiu's Ode to Autumn Sound
There is nothing like dancing, let alone looking forward to the New Year on the field. -Once upon a time, "Su Daozhong"
People in the world have different descriptions of flowers and leaves. They plant flowers in beautiful golden pots, but regardless of the flowers and leaves, they fall into the soil and become dust. -Li Shangyin's "Give the Lotus"
Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them. -Li Bai's "Qing Ping Diao Yi"
Warm rain, sunny wind, the beginning of breaking ice, the eyes of willow leaves and the cheeks of plum all feel the heart of spring. -Anonymous "Dead Hua Lian, Warm Rain and Fine Wind, Break the Frozen First"
Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path. -Wang Wei's "Farmers by the Wei River"
All kinds of good poems
How can we be heartless if we don't see each other?
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. At this point, the night is awkward.
Change your life with my three fireworks.
He is infatuated with love, and there is no place in the world where he misses it.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
If the relationship between two people is long-lasting, it is still a matter of time.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.
The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
A thousand daughters buy each other like gifts. Who can complain about this situation?
All kinds of good poems
Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. Ladies make gentlemen.
Poor bones by the river, I am still a dream girl.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
There is nothing I can do to eliminate this situation, but I frown to my heart.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.
Hate is not as good as believing, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep.
After singing all the new words, I can't see them, the rosy clouds reflect the trees and the partridges sing.
What occasion? See this lover.
Acacia plum blossom hair all night, suddenly went to the window and suspected it was you.
Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.
Who can complain about loneliness? Foreword is always faint.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
Since the monarch came out, the mirror was dark and hopeless. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time?
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