What are China's love poems?

Love Poems in The Book of Songs: Guan Ju (Nan Zhou in The Book of Songs) Guan Ju's pigeon is 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. The Book of Songs, the peak, drumming, drumming and boring, actively using troops. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone. From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried. Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest. Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it. Jia Jian (The Book of Songs Qin Feng) Jia Jian is pale and frost for thousands of years. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long; Swim back from it, in the middle of the water After a long time, the Millennium is not clear. 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. Shan Gui (The Book of Songs and Nine Songs) If someone is a mountain, he will be led by Xue Lixi; Laughing is awkward and decent, and children are eager to be kind and gentle; Take the red leopard from the text, and the Xinyi car will be noble; Being brought to Du Heng by Shi Lan Xi, I lost my mind; The rest of the place can't see the sky, and the road can't be immune; Table independence and Yamanoe, cloud full capacity; It's dark, foggy, the east wind is falling, and the gods are raining; Stay in practice and forget to return. At the age of 20, you are embarrassed and grateful. Take three shows in the mountains, and the stone is Ge Manman; Complaining that my son forgot to return it, you think I can't be idle; People in the mountains are fragrant with Du Ruoxiang and drink pine and cypress in Yanquan; You think I am suspicious; Thunder fills the rain, and the mouth of the cave rings at night; The wind is rustling and the wood is rustling. I miss my son and I am worried. The poems of Han Yuefu are evil (Han Yuefu folk songs)! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you! Peacock flies southeast (I don't need to say this, it is in middle school textbooks, and it is the longest love poem in ancient China). Looking at the moon in Tang poetry, I think of a distant moon (Zhang Tang Jiuling). At this time, it is full moon at sea, and the horizon is * * *. It brings a separated heart and long-term consideration at night. Although I blew out the candle, it was not dark. Although I put on my coat, it was not warm. I can't bear to give it myself, and I still have dreams. Spring moonlit (Tang) spring tide is flat at sea level, and the bright moon is born on the sea. I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the anvil refers to it. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees. Zhuzhici (Yuxi, Liu Tang) Yangliuqing Jiang Shuiping, listening to the songs on the Langjiang River. Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny. Jinse (Don Li Shangyin) I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which has a flower-like interval. In daydreaming, Saint Zhuangzi was bewitched by butterflies, and the emperor's spring heart cried in the cuckoo. Mermaids cried their pearl-like tears in the moon-like green ocean, and the blue fields breathed their jade in the sun. The moment that should last forever came and went unconsciously. Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin) ended with empty words, and the moonlit building was at five o'clock. I cried for a long time, and the book was turned into ink. Wax shines on half a cage of gold and jade. But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng. Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin) I have known her for a long time, and we have been apart for a long time. The east wind rises, the flowers bloom, and the spring silkworm dies. Every night, the candle cries and the wick changes, but I dare to sing at night and the moonlight is cold. There are not many roads to Pengshan, and Jade Bird is diligent in exploration. Untitled (Tang Shangyin) Last night, a starry wind painted Guitang East on the west side of the building. Without Cai Feng's wings, the heart is in harmony. Gouchun wine is warm every other seat. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Another poem is worth mentioning: Song of Eternal Sorrow, a long narrative poem written by Bai Juyi, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, describes the love story between Tang Huangming and Yang Guifei. Word: Ying Huan (Li Yu of Southern Tang Dynasty) has nothing to say but go to the west building alone, and the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste. The waves of sand make the rain gurgle outside the curtain, and the spring fades away. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day. Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone. Wu Ye Tiao (Southern Tang Li Yu) thanked Chunhong and was anxious. The cold rain came early and the wind came late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. Queqiaoxian (Guan) skillfully uses thin clouds, flying stars spread grievances, and silver and Korea are dark. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? Yu Linling (Song) is chilling and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to. Feng (Song) leans against the dangerous house. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently? I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry. Jade case Yuan () Thousands of trees are blooming in the east wind night, and there are many stars. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. The willows in the west of Jiangchengzi (Guan) are soft in spring. Stay away from troubles. Tears can't be collected. I still remember my feelings. I once went back to the boat for the department. In the days of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water flowed in vain. Youth is not for teenagers. Hate you. When do you rest? When the flying catkins fall, they climb the stairs. Being by the river, I can't stop crying and have a lot on my mind. Fu Bu (Zhi Yi) I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and Jun lives at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. Mai Beitang (curious about Jinyuan) asked the world, what is love? Teach me to live and die together. 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 something to say. There are clouds in Wan Li and snow in Qian Shan. Who are you going to shadow? Cross Fen Road, take care when you are lonely. The 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. Su Muzhe (Song Fan Zhongyan) The sky is blue and the leaves are yellow, and the autumn color waves are cold and misty. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears. Jiang (Dongpo) lived for ten years and died for ten years. Never think, never forget. 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. When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears, it is expected that heartbroken every year, on the moonlit night, short pine hills. Drunk flowers and songs (Song Qingzhao) The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad, and the golden beast will disappear. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. A prune with lotus root fragrance (Song Qingzhao) can make jade disappear. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Other lovesickness: When those red berries come in spring, they bloom in your southern branch, Yuan Jun, as a symbol of our love. Hold your hand and write * * * with your son. Hold your hand and sleep with your son. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. Holding your hand, what else can you ask for? That's all I have.