1. Help me write an ancient poem, less about love, like a self-written poem
Looking at the spring moon in the spring mountain,
When will we meet again? Before suing you.
Fortunately, I suddenly dreamed about my youth.
I smiled happily but woke up crying.
Leave a hidden head
"I always regret that this life is not mine. Who knows the suffering in my dreams at night. If there is no sound to accompany this life, there will be no happiness in this life."
Note.
Knowing that you have traveled thousands of miles to join the army,
The message and letter cut off the danger of Yumen.
Listening to the tide with the moon and hearing the long leakage,
How can this sound disappear from the catkins in the willow sky.
It’s late spring when flowers are blooming.
The peach blossoms in the lane are blooming and withering again,
Mengjun suddenly wakes up in front of the red candle.
Although love is far away in Zhongzhou, it is difficult to let go,
Who cares about the beautiful cuckoo in the boudoir.
The intimate song of Qingjiang River in the middle of the night.
I beg you to return to the wild goose to send you a book,
I read that you are walking alone under the sun: this is what I posted on the cat before,
I come to light the lamp at night and think about it. The dream is difficult,
I have no other choice but to hate and miss you.
I have no choice but to talk to myself by the Qingjiang River.
I drink bitterly on the Qingjiang River and take my leisure time.
I just hope that when I look back, I will miss you again (original)
The long wind is drinking wine to look at Ying Lian,
I hate not to frighten the birds and make silk strings.
This idea is difficult to pick up the flowers,
Growing and leaving the sorrow of loneliness on the smoke.
It’s not like playing with butterflies and dancing around.
If you hear this book, you will be outside Qingjiang. . You can check it out.
It’s hard to escape from Sanshanwai 2. Self-created love poems
The beauty is standing at the south window, gazing infinitely deep.
The clothes are always the same, fresh and fresh.
She is a graceful and pure girl next door.
The autumn water is as bright as washing, and the natural dark hibiscus is.
Beauty is natural, but it is like a fairy left behind.
The color is shy, and the wind is calming Xi Shi.
The quality of Youyoujie is both strong and light.
When we met in the east building, our minds and hearts left.
The eyes are secretly conveyed to each other, and the feelings alone can be selfish.
It should be sad to find out that the woman has died.
I am in a trance and have lost my ambition, feeling as if I have lost something.
It’s hard to get close to someone, it’s better not to know them.
It’s because I have no reason, just like King Xiang’s affairs.
But like King Xiang’s dream, it’s hard to see the rain in Wushan. 3. Self-created love poems
How much sorrow,
How much sorrow,
How much sadness,
How many tears,
Only secretly,
flow in my heart.
The west wind is strong,
The moon is dark,
The tallest building is alone.
Stayed all night,
Do you know?
This season
I thought
This is a
beautiful season
Because——
There will be white elves
gracefully flying in the air
Then, gracefully
land in
In a melancholy heart
However, I am disappointed
The only thing that accompanies me is
the sharp and biting cold wind
Bare Lonely tree edge
Lonely dry leaves lying on the ground
The elf in my dream,
When will you come to my heart? ,
Soothe my wounded heart!
I thought,
This was a,
beautiful season. 4. Requesting a love letter in classical Chinese
It is often said that the moon is closed and the flowers are ashamed, the fish is sinking and the swallows are falling. It is extremely good and its beauty is difficult to match.
It seems to still exist, but it seems not to exist. Where can the literature be interpreted? I'm at a loss for words! The fault is ultimately mine, I will forgive you.
Now that you have recognized it, there are no more difficulties. I would like to be at peace with you far away, I would like to be with you but be bitter, and be with you and be happy.
Although there is no gold or jade, there is a heart with teeth. Although there is no pickaxe or moon, heaven can judge the heart! I vow to you now, but it will be hard to reach heaven someday. What a graceful and graceful figure, unique in the world and showing off among the crowd.
Show the beauty of the city, and be virtuous in the rumors. Wear jade to compare purity, and wear orchids to compete for fragrance.
He is gentle and gentle in the world, and his elegance and ambition are in the high clouds. Sad about the changing morning and evening, touching the long-term diligence of life; the same thing lasts for a hundred years, how to be sad when there are few joys! Sitting upright under a red curtain, enjoying the clear air and enjoying oneself.
Not only are the slender fingers beautiful, but the bright sleeves are colorful. The beautiful eyes are wandering, and the words and smiles are indistinguishable.
The tune is about halfway through, and the scene falls on the west pavilion. Sad businessmen knock in the forest, white clouds cover the mountains.
Looking up at the sky, bending down to play the strings. The deity is charming and the demeanor is detailed.
I am grateful for the voiceless sound, and I am willing to talk to each other. I want to go and make an oath by myself, but I am afraid that it will be a mistake to be disrespectful; I wait for the phoenix to say goodbye, but I am afraid that others will do it first.
The mind is confused and peaceful, and the soul has moved for a moment: I would like to wear clothes as a collar and inherit the lingering fragrance of the flower head; I am sad that the night is leaving, and I am resentful that the autumn night is still young! I wish I could use my clothes as a belt to tie up my slim body; I wish I could take away the strange smell of warmth and coolness, or get rid of the old and wear the new! May the hair be luxuriant, and the hair be brushed on the slumped shoulders; the sad beauty's repeated bathing, withered from the white water! May the eyebrows be darkened and spread freely as you look; I am sad that the makeup is still fresh, or it may be ruined by the beautiful makeup! I would like to have a feast in Wanguan, and my weak body will be at peace in the three autumns; I will be sad for Wenyin to replace the emperor, and I will see you again and again over the years! I wish I could walk on silk and be able to move around; my sad actions should be restrained, and I would abandon them in front of the bed in vain! May it be a shadow in the day, always moving west and east according to its shape; I am sad for the many shades of tall trees, and my emotions vary from time to time! I wish to be a candle at night, illuminating the jade face in the two couplets; the sad light of the hibiscus hides the brightness in the dying scene! I wish I could make a fan out of bamboo, holding my sorrow soaring in my soft hand; I would like to mourn the white dew in the morning, and look at my lapels and sleeves to remember the miao! I wish I could be a paulownia on the tree, and a musical harp on my lap; I would like to be saddened by extreme joy and sorrow, but finally push me away and stop playing! What you wish for will be violated, and it will only take pains to make a contract. Supporting labor and not complaining, Bu Rong and Yu Nanlin.
The dew of living magnolias, the remaining shade of green pine trees. There is a face to face in the suave journey, and everyone is happy and fearful in the middle; actually lonely and invisible, alone looking for it in the sky.
Pulling back the light skirt to return to the road, looking at the sunset and sighing. When I move, I forget my interest, and my appearance is miserable and cold.
The leaves are gone, the air is desolate and cold, the sun sets its shadow and disappears, and the moon is beautiful in the clouds. The bird makes a mournful sound and returns alone, the beast even fails to return.
I mourn the twilight of that year, and hate the desire to die now. If you think about the night dream and follow it, your mind will be wandering and uneasy; if you lose the anchorage of the boat, it will be like being on a cliff without climbing.
At that time, the Pleiades filled the pavilion, the north wind was miserable and bright, and people were sleepless and wandering. I took off my belt to serve the morning, and there was heavy frost on the plain steps.
The chicken folds its wings but does not crow, the flute flows far away with clear mourning; the beginning is wonderful and secret, it is leisurely and peaceful, and in the end it is bright and concealed. Mrs. Yi is here, and she is holding the clouds to send her to her. The clouds pass by without saying anything, and the moment is passing by.
Thinking hard and feeling sorry for yourself will eventually block the mountains and stagnate the rivers. Welcome the breeze with timidity and tiredness, and send your weak will to return to the waves.
Especially "Mancao" is the meeting, and the remaining songs of "Zhao Nan" are recited. Be honest and sincere, and let your distant feelings rest in the eight heavens.
Since 11:30 tonight, I have been depressed and unable to extricate myself. Ask yourself, love is more difficult to deal with, and my love is beyond words.
My love for you is so deep that it is difficult to express it. It has lasted for half a year, and I will never leave you. At the beginning of my love, I was so worried that I didn't dare to go beyond it. I secretly believe that this love dares to compete with heaven and earth for a long time, and can rival the brightness of the sun and the moon, even if stubborn rocks turn into ashes, iron trees bloom for a hundred years, mountain cliffs are damaged and moss grows old, rivers dry up and boxwoods rot.
I do not seek retribution, I only pursue you diligently, protect you from wind and rain, and go through fire and water for you, even if I die. However, God does not control people. When you were born that year, you met your beloved and before me. In this life, you should only meet by fate and stay together without distinction.
Although I encourage myself every time, I finally believe that man can conquer heaven. The King of Quwang was honest with me and showed no pretense.
Since then, I have been full of hesitation, fearing that you will know my ambition. Then it would be shameful for you to be with me, and you will no longer be able to talk and sing over wine as before, and exchange your heart for your heart. This is really not the best strategy. If you avoid me, you will be like a savage beast. This love and meaning will make you want to live.
Therefore, I am sad and weep, I am in pain and I am sad, I am sad for my feelings, weep for my love, my heart is hurt, and I am sad that my fleeting years seem to be wasted. It looks like red apricots in the mountains, almost worthy of self-admiration.
It’s sad and in vain, all because I never told the truth. No matter where you are, no matter where you are, no matter where you are.
The trick in the game of cards comes as soon as it comes, and the appointment is made without daring to refuse. And what do you do to me? He refuses to go because of public reasons, but he laughs and plays with idlers privately. What's worse, he refuses to go out because he is tired, but he makes fun in the entertainment field.
I returned home desolately, feeling sorry for myself and sighing, but my heart was hard to calm down and my anger was hard to control. I miss my Hongxing life. I am handsome, elegant, graceful and graceful, facing the wind, and my heart is arrogant. When will I be willing to bow at the feet of others? It's a difficult time, so I wrote this letter to you. I just hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love for you.