The related poems of Changganqiao

Li Bai, Zaqu Song of Chang Gan.

My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.

When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.

We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy.

I became your wife at the age of fourteen, and you are still ashamed.

I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.

But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.

Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.

Then, when I was sixteen, you embarked on a long journey.

Then the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. I tried to listen to the monkeys in your distant sky.

I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.

Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.

Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden.

Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.

Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .

I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.

I remember in my boudoir, I don't know the smoke.

Marry a long-term cadre, and the sand will wait for the wind.

From the south wind in May, Sijun was in Baling.

The west wind rises in August, and I want you to carry it forward.

How about sadness? Look less and stay more.

When I arrived in Xiangtan a few days ago, my dream became more and more turbulent.

Last night, the wind was so strong that it broke the trees on the river.

Simon Simon is dark, where there are pedestrians.

Beike is really a prince, and Zhu Yi is all over the river.

I came to stay at dusk and refused to go east several times.

Good riding clouds, Li Zhu Landong.

Yuanyang Qingpu, Yujinping.

Self-pity for more than fifteen, the color is peach and plum.

As a businesswoman, she is worried about water and wind.