The full text is mainly about love rather than the meaning of classical poems about love.

Tang Li Shangyin

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It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

Inlaid harp

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings.

Every flower has a youthful interval.

Saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies,

The king's longing for spring is crying in the cuckoo.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears in the green sea of the moon,

The blue fields breathe their emeralds to the sun.

A moment that should last forever,

Before I knew it, it had come and gone.

The untitled second of two songs.

The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.

There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.

Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.

In spring, flowers compete for beauty. Even this bright flame of love will only be ashes? .