1. Poems describing Wuxin
The sky can be mended, the sea can be filled, and the mountains can be moved. This love is past and cannot be recalled
The relationship has always been shallow. But the love is deep
I don’t know where the love started, nor where it will end
Hanyu has no intention, but he is always affectionate
The vast earth can be destroyed with a single sword , where the bustling music falls. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.
Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will be reincarnated for your smile.
I send you a song, no matter where you are at the end of the song.
Who will burn the smoke and disperse the ties of vertical and horizontal ties.
Listen to the broken string and cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.
There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. I am happy for you, but you don’t know it.
Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The overthrown country is the homeland. Ling Ling refused to play, and her shadow was startling.
In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves that would captivate the city and the country.
When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die.
The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows.
The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.
Like flowers and beautiful families, time flies by. We can’t go back to the past, but we can’t go back to the beginning.
Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely.
This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking or forgetting, thousands of miles away in a solitary tomb, with no place to express desolation.
Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea.
Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Mountains and rivers are handed over, and I smile for you
Several episodes of lamentation and several lifetimes of joy and sorrow
It’s ridiculous that my fate is up to me. 2. What are some sad poems on the Internet?
Sad poems:
1. I was about to tell you my return date, but before I could say anything, Chun Rong swallowed it hard. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House"
2. Since the king came out, the bright mirror and the dark will not cure it. Missing you is like running water, there is no end to it. ——Xu Qian's "Thoughts on the Chamber"
3. Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, the only thing in life is love that is hard to die. ——Wen Tingshi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
4. Love is afraid of lovesickness. Looking forward to the long embankment, the grass is all red. It's so sad that it's moving, it's blue and falling in the yellow spring, it's hard to find two places. ——Zhu Yizun's "High Balcony"
5. There are thousands of lovesickness in one inch, and there is no place in the world to arrange it. ——Li Guan's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
6. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. ——Liu Yong's "Feng Qiwu"
Explanation:
1. I was about to tell you the date of my return, but Chun Rong swallowed it before I said anything. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House"
Interpretation: At the banquet of practice, I was going to tell you a virtual return date to comfort your heart hurt by separation, but before the words came out, It got stuck in my throat. You had already seen through my thoughts. My face was already miserable and dim, my heart and intestines were broken, and I was in so much pain that I couldn't even speak.
2. Since the king came out, the bright mirror and darkness cannot be cured. Missing you is like running water, there is no end to it. ——Xu Qian's "Room Thoughts"
Definition: Since he left, the bright mirror is no longer bright. My heart misses him like water, and I wish I could see him again.
3. Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, the only thing in life is love that is hard to die. ——Wen Tingshi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
Definition: I am writing this letter to you with many sad tears, so love will remain unforgettable for a long time in life.
4. Love is afraid of lovesickness. Looking forward to the long embankment, the grass is all red. It's so sad that it's moving, it's blue and falling in the yellow spring, it's hard to find two places. ——Zhu Yizun's "High Balcony"
Explanation: A woman fell in love with a man named Ye upstairs when she saw him, and she missed him so much that she died without closing her eyes. The man surnamed Ye never knew that the man surnamed Ye happened to be passing by on the day the woman died. The woman's mother grabbed him and told him about it. The man surnamed Ye rushed into the room and cried bitterly, and the woman closed her eyes.
5. I miss you so much, but there is no place in the world to arrange it. ——Li Guan's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers"
Interpretation: There are thousands of lovesickness accumulated in a small heart, but there is no place in the vast world to arrange these melancholy.
6. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it at all. I feel haggard because of the beauty. ——Liu Yong's "Feng Qiwu"
Interpretation: People are getting thinner, and their clothes are getting looser and looser. I have never regretted it. In order to miss her, I would rather look haggard. 3. Sad poems about knowing you through the Internet
The yellow flowers are in full bloom and disappear, but the river water cannot mislead love.
The ice crystal melts away the heart, and it becomes lighter to hold someone for a long time. Thinking of the beauty in the sky, the sunset under the yellow earth and gold, the beauty from the east of the river, the Son of Heaven, the spirit of ice and snow, trying on evening makeup. One day, there is only one love in the world, and it must be my love for you.
There is a voice that cannot be heard, a language that cannot be blasphemed, a feeling that is indescribable, and a force that is irresistible. Knowing you is a kind of fate, and being with you is a kind of fate. Love is a kind of beauty, and being with you is a blessing. I would like to be with you forever. I met you in the afternoon of summer dusk, missed you in the long wind and frost of autumn, kissed you in the spring when the grass was green, and just wanted to ask you gently - let me love you for the rest of my life, okay? Meeting you was a mistake, falling in love with you was a mistake again and again, and leaving you was a mistake after mistake.
I am willing to hold your hand and grow old together with you! "Love" is heavy, I am willing to hold her steady with you! Love I started missing you the moment you left. On Valentine's Day that night, what I want to hear is that I love you. What I want you to do is to hold me, lean on me, and say you love me. On this first Valentine's Day in this century, I wish you a Happy Valentine's Day.
I slept very deeply in your strong arms this night. In the shadows, we accompanied the willows and the sound of singing shocked the quiet evening. Our figures were dragged by the sunset. Pay attention to your health! Do you know? The last thing I want is to see you sick! real! Even if you are sad, don't frown, because you don't know who will fall in love with your smile. 4. Poems about monks
Farewell to Monk Foguang (Bai Juyi) at the foot of the mountain
Teacher, I am sending you off to the mountain for my trip. Who knows this feeling?
I am already seventy years old and ninety years old. I should know that he will be born in the future.
Praise to the Bird Nest Monk (Bai Juyi)
He is lean and skinny and has been practicing for a long time. He wears linen clothes to praise his Taoism.
Once upon a time, there was a grass hut built near a green tree, and I knew there was a bird's nest at the end of the world.
A poem for a monk with a bird's nest (Bai Juyi)
The Buddha has a road but no way to go, his head is white and his teeth are yellow, but he still chants sutras.
How many years have I been drinking the wine of the Sravakas? I am still drunk and have not yet woken up.
In the evening, I went to Panshi Temple to pay homage to Monk Zheng (Cen Shen).
After a short talk with the eminent monk, I came to find the lonely man in the wild temple. The flowers on the bank hide the water basin, and the stream reflects the wind stove.
There is a new magpie in the nest on the top, with old beads in its clothes. He didn't stop talking about Zen, so he stopped and hesitated.
Presented to a bare-shouldered monk (Du Xunhe)
His mountain coats and clogs are stained with berry moss, his eyes are still open to the world.
How can I be like a stranger sleeping in a rock compared to my master? I just heard that the tin stick left Sanchu, and said that I would follow the fate to Wutai.
Reciting poems while drunk and asking about Zen principles, for whom should I go and for whom should I come?
Changlufu Monk Zhenzan (Huang Tingjian)
The pines are withered and the bamboos are thin, which means that the year is cold.
The mountains are high and the water is deep, so don’t do anything wrong.
Take scholars from many countries and decorate this land like the hands of the Tao family.
I brushed off the abbot and sat on the couch, not receiving anything.
The first thing that comes out of all things is the deep roar of thunder, the ginseng of the lonely.
If you use the seal of the Dharma Realm to seal the sea with hair, the monk Yao will be frightened and go to Wuxian.
Monk Crying to Baiyan (Jiadao)
The moss-covered stone bed is new, and the teacher has been there for several springs. I wrote the traces of the road, but burned my body while sitting in meditation.
The pagoda courtyard is closed with pines and snow, and the passage room is locked with dust. I feel sorry for myself that shedding tears is not an empty person.