1. The Book of Songs Nan Zhou Guanluo: Guanluo dove, in Hezhou. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her. If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again. Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple. Pull shepherd's purse from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her. (translation: Guan Guan and Ming's pheasant dove, accompanied by the water continent in the river. That beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. Uneven shepherd's purse, from left to right. That beautiful and virtuous woman wants to pursue her when she wakes up. Pursue her but can't get it, and always miss her day and night. Deep thoughts, tossing and turning, are hard to sleep. Pick the shepherd's purse from left to right. The beautiful and virtuous woman approached her by playing the harp. Rugged shepherd's purse, pulled from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman rings bells and drums to please her. )
2. The Book of Songs Wind Quiet Girl: Quiet girl is beautiful, once I am in the corner of the city. Deliberately hiding for me to find, scratching my head. Quiet girls are girls, and I have the final say. Red has a bright red color. Love it is really a bright color. This country exploits me, Meili Yi and is rare. It is not as beautiful as weeds, and beauty gives people deep affection. That demure girl is so beautiful that she asked me to wait at the corner of the city. I can't see the scene, scratching my head and wandering, and I am nervous. That demure girl is so charming that she gave me a new red pen holder. The bright red pen tube is shiny, and the girl who loves her has a lot of face. Coming from the countryside, there are really beautiful and rare things. It's not that Routi is beautiful, but that beautiful people give each other deep feelings. )
3. The Book of Songs Zheng Feng leaves its East Gate: Out of its East Gate, there are women like clouds. Although there are many clouds, I think of people. I love the green scarf, so I love it. Walking outside the city gate, the beauty is Kaya. Although it is not mine, it is not mine. Only a scarf with this element can be loved interestingly. Walking through the east gate, beautiful women are like clouds and all over the sky. Although there are many clouds, they are not what I thought. Only the plain clothes green headscarf makes me fondle admiringly. Strolling in the east gate, there are many beautiful women. Although my hair is gray, it is not my heart. Only this kind of plain clothes and red scarf can entertain and love each other. )
4. The Book of Songs Qin Feng Jia Jane: Jiaxu is gray and Bailu is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Tracing back and forth, the road is blocked and long. Swim back from it, in the middle of the water Sadly, the Millennium is still there. The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Tracing back and forth from it, the road is blocked and broken. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water. Jia Cai, peace and prosperity have not passed. The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Go back and follow, the road is blocked and turn right. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water. The reeds by the river are green, and the frost is deeply exposed in autumn. Where is the right person? Just across the river. It's too long to go upstream to find her. Follow the river to find her, as if in the middle of the water. The reeds by the river are dense, and the morning dew is not dry. Where is the right person? Just beyond the river bank. It's hard to climb to find her against the current. Follow the running water to find her, as if on a beach. The reeds by the river are thick and thick, and the dew has not been completely collected in the morning. Where is the right person? It's just beyond the water. It's hard to find a way to find her against the current. Follow the running water to find her as if she were in the water. )
2. What are the ancient poems about missing your lover?
1. Love in my heart, even this bright flame of love, can only be ashes? . -Untitled Tang Dynasty Li Shangyin's "The East Wind Comes Misty Rain".
Oh, my heart will no longer sprout with the spring flowers, lest I miss you inch by inch, and Huasong will burn soot.
2. Affection is only in the spring, but it's still one thing to leave someone to take pictures. -Zhang Bi's "The Sender" in the Tang Dynasty.
Only the spring moon in front of the court is the most affectionate, still shining for the parting people.
Linglong dice Ann Monkey Bean, do you know how much you miss it? -Two new words were added to the Tang Dynasty.
When you make a "long line" with dice, do you know that the red dots on the dice are all red beans, which represents my deep thoughts for you?
I'm afraid of lovesickness, and I've made up my mind. It's my turn to miss you, and there are traces on my eyebrows. -Yu Mingyan's "Sauvignon Blanc"
I am afraid of lovesickness, but I have already missed it. I don't know what to write when I want to write a love letter. When I was thinking about it, I suddenly remembered how to write it. I was very happy.
5. If you don't miss it all your life, you will miss it and hurt it. Xu Zaisi's Gui Gui Ling Chun Qing in Yuan Dynasty
After birth, you won't miss it, but you will miss it and hurt it.
3. The poem written by the ancients to the lover 1 \ He Guiyi's condescending posture stands out from the crowd.
Show the beauty of the whole city, there is victory over no rumors. Pei Ming is better than Jie Yu, and Qi Youlan is competing for fen.
Light tenderness is in vulgarity, negative ambition is in high clouds. Sad for the relaxed dusk in the morning and feel the long diligence of life; In the same century, He Huan is widowed and melancholy! Wanzhu is sitting, full of ambition.
Just send your fingers. The sleeves are colorful. Instantly beautiful eyes flow, and there is no point in talking and laughing.
Halfway through the song, the scene falls to Xixuan. Sad businessmen knock on the forest, and white clouds lean on the mountains.
Look up at the heavenly road and lean down to promote string singing. Charming spirit and elegant manners.
Inspire the voice to feel more, I am willing to talk to my knees. I want to swear to myself, but I'm afraid I'll leave. Wait for the phoenix bird to speak, lest others get ahead of me.
I am confused and frustrated, and my soul turns nine times in an instant: I am willing to be the leader of clothes and inherit the first fragrance of China; I am sad for leaving Romania at night and complaining for the unfinished autumn night! I am willing to tie my slim body with the belt in my petticoat; It's cool and weird, and it's new! I am willing to be proud of my hair and brush my head on my shoulders; The repeated bathing of sad beauty has dried up from the white water! I would like to have fine eyes, I would like to have idle eyes; Sad powder is still fresh, but it was ruined by China's makeup! I am willing to be a seat in Dongguan, but I am weak in Sanqiu; The sad generation of Wen Yin is an emperor, and only after many years can you see it! I am willing to walk on silk, persistent enough to cope; Sadness is restrained, before the empty Committee abandons the bed! I am willing to be the shadow of the day, always following the shape and facing the west; There are many shades of sad trees, and generosity varies from time to time! May it be a candle at night, and a jade shine on two trees; Sad and sorrowful, the light of mulberries, the election destroys the scenery and hides the light! I would like to be a fan of bamboo, with a soft grip and sorrow; Worry about the white dew and the morning, the sleeves are full of Myanmar! I would like to be a tung tree in the forest and a piano on my knee; Sadness, joy and sorrow come, and finally push me to stop! The test will be the opposite of what you want, and the action will be hard. Embrace labor feelings without regrets and walk with Lin Nan step by step.
The remains of Mulan are exposed, and the pines are overcast. There are some flaws in your behavior, and you are afraid of your heart. I was lonely and didn't see it. I wanted to look for it in the air alone.
Gather light and go back to the road, sighing at the sunset. Forget the fun step by step, and the color is miserable.
Ye Xie is angry and sad, and the sun is gone, and the moon is charming in the clouds. Birds cry alone, but occasionally wild animals don't come back.
Mourning the dusk of that year, I hate myself for being old. Thinking about dreams at night, God is restless; If you rely on the loss of the ship, you won't climb the cliff.
At that time, when it was over, Xuan Ying was in full swing, the north wind was piercing (this is next to the bucket, from bidding farewell to the sea, passing by), and the public was wandering. Taking pictures in the morning, the frost is in the prime stage.
If the chicken doesn't crow, it will gather its wings, and the flute will flow far away. At the beginning, it was wonderful and dense, and at the end, it was bright and hidden. The Italian lady is here, asking for a cloud to send her arm; Yun He died without words, but died after being elected.
Those who think hard and feel sorry for themselves will eventually block the mountain and stagnate the river. Facing the breeze, I am afraid of being tired, and sending weakness back to the waves.
Especially "Creeping Grass" is an opportunity to recite the remaining songs of "Calling the South". Be honest and rest on eight distant feelings.
[Translation] (Ah,) How magnificent and elegant she is, but she is unique and beautiful. Her beauty can be described as stunning and stunning, and the rumors about her virtue are even more fascinating.
Only noisy Yu Pei can match her purity, and only noble orchids can be more fragrant with her. (So I) diluted the tenderness in the secular world and sent the elegant feelings to the clouds.
Sigh (time flies) that dawn is late again, how not to make people deeply feel the hardships of life; It will also end in a hundred years. Why is the joy of life so rare, but the sadness is always constant? At that time, she opened the red curtain, sat in the middle, and played the pan-guqin, rejuvenating. Long fingers brushed the good news on the piano, and white wrists danced up and down (which fascinated me). Look around, eyes flow, and sometimes smile without distracting you from playing music.
Halfway through the music, the red sun slowly sank into the west wing. The slightly sad music of Shanggong echoed in the forest for a long time, and the clouds in the mountains were filled with white smoke.
Sometimes she looks up at the sky, and sometimes she bows her head to urge the strings in her hand to make rapid music. She looks so charming and behaves so serenely and gently. The music played by (her) in the clear moon moved me, and I longed to sit on my knee and have a heart-to-heart conversation with her.
I want to go in person and make a pledge of eternal love with her, but I'm afraid I'll be scolded for being rude, and I want to ask Jade Bird to take a message for me, and I'm afraid I'll be beaten by others. I lost my mind for countless times in an instant: I would like to be the lapel of her coat and bear the fragrance from her beautiful face, but unfortunately the satin lapel will be taken off by her at night, only complaining that the autumn night is long and the sky is not white! I want to turn into a belt on her coat to tie her slender waist. Alas, the weather is different from hot and cold, and we have to take off the old belt and put on a new one! May it turn into oil in her hair, moisten her black sideburns and let them hang over her shoulders. Poor beauty has to fry in boiling water every time she takes a shower! I would like to make makeup on her beautiful eyebrows, and she looks at it from a distance and shows off. Sadly, the powder is good only when it is painted at first, and it will be destroyed when it is torn down! I would like to be a cushion on her sofa, making her weak body weaker than in Sanqiu. If you hate it (it's cold on the first day), use embroidered brocade instead of summer sleeping mat, and use it after a long time! I would like to make a silk thread as her sole shoes, walking around with slender feet. Alas, I have to leave it in front of the bed (when I sleep)! I hope to be her shadow during the day and follow her everywhere, so pitiful that I disappear in the shade, and the situation will be different in a short while! May it become a candlelight in the dark, and under the front beam of the hall, her jade face shines. Alas, work at sunrise, rest at sunset, put out the candle and hide the light! I would like to turn it into a bamboo branch and make it a fan in her hand. I can fan out a slight cool breeze in her ying ying grip, but it will be cold sooner or later after a thousand years (so I don't need a fan), so I can only look at the beautiful woman's sleeve from a distance (sigh)! I hope I can become a paulownia tree and a violin on her lap. Alas, once I am happy and sad, it will eventually push me aside and stop decadent music! I can't get what I want, but my kindness is in vain.
I was trapped by love, but no one spoke to me, and slowly strolled into the southern Woods. Living on the edge of Mulan with dew, feeling the coolness under the shade of pines.
If you were here (with the right person), how would surprise and fear intersect in your heart? Moreover, the Woods are empty and lonely, and I can't see anything. I can only think about it alone, in vain. Go back the same way and pack your clothes.
4. The ancient poem 1 eulogizing the love between lovers said: "Success never dies, it is better to be a mandarin duck than a fairy." . (Tang) Lu, Ancient Meaning of Chang 'an
If you can form a beautiful marriage with her, like a pair of harmonious flounder, who is still afraid of death, just want to be a pair of mandarin ducks and not envy immortals.
2. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... —— (Tang) Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.
In heaven, I want to be a bird flying with me. On earth, I want to grow branches together.
3. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. -(Tang) Ethan Shangyin's Untitled Stars and Winds Last Night.
Without Cai Feng's wings, you can't compare with Qi Fei; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are closely linked.
4, the breadth of life and death, Zi Chengqi said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -(Pre-Qin) lost zd name "Drumming"
Life and death come and go, as I once told you. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
5, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever. -(Tang) Li Shangyin's "Five Thoughts on Poetry" No.4
Hurried through the flowers, too lazy to look back; This reason is partly due to the abstinence of monks and partly because you have had it.
5. What ancient poems are there to express love-Lu You's red crisp hand, Huangteng wine, Mancheng Spring Palace willow?
Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. No! No! No! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo! Hairpin Phoenix-Tang Wan's world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk.
The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away.
The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! "Qian Qiu Suo" deceives him in the morning breeze and shady forest, which is like running water and follows him.
The scan marks have faded red, leaving a few strokes, eyebrows in the late Qing Dynasty. You are drunk. Although it is dusk, you have a cloud.
If this life is like the first time, change it forever, and don't rush it. These two words are my most cherished love words. I like the love sentences in "Ancient Love" best, which are thought-provoking and do not feel abrupt, and the feelings are vividly displayed.
I hope you like them as much as I do and cherish our artistic essence.
6. What ancient poems were 1 missing your lover? Untitled misty rain from East tang style: misty rain from Li Shangyin's east wind, and the wheels outside the Furong Pool faintly thunder.
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.
Never-ending, even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? ! The east wind is rustling and the drizzle is flying with the wind. There is a light thunder outside the lotus pond. A golden toad incense burner, with a lock button, is filled with cigarettes, elegant and shaped like a jade tiger pulley, and pulls a rope to pump well water.
Jia's daughter peeked at Han Shou through the curtains because she loved his youth and beauty. Wang Wei dreamed that Zhen Shiyin had a pillow and compared her poems to Fu Fei. Oh, my heart is no longer sprouting, the flower of spring; So as not to make me miss you inch by inch, and Hua Song lost his ashes.
2, "Lou Yu Chunchun Hate" Song: Yan Shuqing Yang Cao Changting Road, young and easy to abandon people. The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
On the verdant Changting Road, he seemed like a couple, leaving me easily. The bell on the roof awakened Wu Geng's dream, and his heart was sad like the spring rain in March at the bottom of the flower.
Where can a heartless person know the distress of a sentient person? An inch of acacia is inextricably linked. No matter how far the horizon is, that day will have an end, but people's sorrow is infinite and endless.
3. "One Cut Plum, Red Lotus Root Fragrance, Autumn Jade" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao "Red Lotus Root Fragrance, Autumn Jade". Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.
Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
The lotus flower has faded, the fragrance has faded, and the bamboo mat is as cold as jade, showing a strong autumn. Gently take off the silk skirt and lie on the bed alone.
Looking up at the distant sky, where white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? It's time for the geese to line up and return to the south line by line. The moonlight is bright and soaking, and the lonely pavilion in the west is full.
Flowers, wandering by themselves, water, wandering by themselves, a kind of parting acacia, affecting two leisure worries.
Ah, it can't be ruled out that this lovesickness, this sadness, has just disappeared from the frowning brow and is faintly entangled in my heart. 4. Wang Wei, when those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. Red and round red beans grow in the sunny south, how many are born in the spring season? I hope that people who miss me will collect more, and small red beans will attract acacia.
5. Jinse Tang people: Li Shangyin, I don't know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string is a flower-like interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
There are twenty-five strings in Thuben, but this poem was written after Li Shangyin's wife died, so fifty strings have the meaning of broken strings, but even so, every string and syllable of it is enough to express the yearning for that wonderful time. Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom.
Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu. The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls.