Classic love poems 3. I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing. ——Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty Lovesickness. Red beans grow in the south. How many branches will they sprout when spring comes? I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
Classic love poems 4. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. --Cui Hu of the Tang Dynasty titled Nanzhuang of the capital city. Last year, today, in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Classic love poems 5. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It is either sunny or sunny. ——Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, Bamboo Branch Ci III. The willows are as green as the Qingjiang River, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It is either sunny or sunny. NO10 Hairpin head phoenix Hongsu hands Lu You. Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, and melancholy brings me away for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong! . Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book.
Mo, mo, mo!