The poem describing "looking forward to meeting each other" is as follows:
Song Dynasty Su Shi? "Jiangchengzi·Yimao January 20th Night Record of Dreams"
Ten Years The two worlds of life and death are so vast. If you don't think about it, you won't forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, nowhere to say desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream, and I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty? "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"
It's hard to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.
When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty? "Night Rain Sends to the North"
You asked about the return date but there was no timetable, and the night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. ?
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty? "A Cut of Plum Blossoms, Autumn with the Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and Remaining Jade Mats"
Autumn with the fragrance of red lotus roots and remaining jade mats. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returned, the moon was full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty, "Die Lianhua·Standing and leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is soft and soft"
Standing and leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is soft and gentle, looking at the extremely sad spring, and the sky is gloomy. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word to say, who will be silent.
I want to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
The poem describing "looking forward to meeting" is as follows:
6. Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty? "Jin Se"
The Jin Se has fifty strings and one string for no reason. A column of thoughts about the Chinese years.
Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss.
7. "Lovesickness" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches will appear in spring.
I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
8. "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" by Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty: Chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about smoke orchids and weeping dew. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn.
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world. If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, where can you tell if the mountains are long and the rivers are vast?
9. "Sauvignon Blanc" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an.
Luowei cries in autumn in Jinjinglan, and the frost is desolate and the mat is cold.
The solitary lamp cannot understand, and I am heartbroken. I roll up the curtains and look at the moonlit sky and sigh.
The beauty is like a flower in the clouds!
There is the long sky of Qingming above, and the waves of Lu River below.
It’s a long journey and it’s hard for the soul to fly, but it’s hard for the dream soul to reach the mountains.
Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking!
10. "Moon Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch the moon in my boudoir. I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an. ?
The fragrant mist and clouds make the servant girl wet, and the clear jade arms are cold. When do I lean on Xuguo, my tears will dry when I shine with my eyes.