The most beautiful love poems in ancient China

The most beautiful love poem in ancient China: Liang Zhu.

Liu Yong

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.

In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.

I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless.

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. ?

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Yuan Zhen

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.

Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.

Jiangchengzi

Su Shi

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.

Qiu Yan ci

Yuan Haowen

Ask what love is in the world and teach life and death.

Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.

Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.

You should have a saying, Wan Li's cloud, Qian Shan's snow, only to whom.

Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.

What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.

The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.

For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan. ?

Magpie fairy

Qin Guan

The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.

When the golden wind meets the dew, it will win, but there are countless people in the world.

Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge!

If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.