1. Ancient love poems
Classic love poems 1. A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to be courteous.
--The Book of Songs of the Spring and Autumn Period (a poem in "Guo Feng") Zhou Nan Guan Ju Guan Guan Ju Jiu, in the river continent. A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of quarrels.
The water plants are scattered and flowing from left to right. A graceful lady, I long for her.
I can’t get what I want, so I sleep hard and think about it. Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning.
Pick the waterlilies from left and right. A graceful lady, she is a friend of the piano and the harp.
There are scattered water plants, left and right. The fair lady is played with bells and drums.
Classic Love Poems 2. When heaven and earth are in harmony, I dare to be with you! --Han Han Yuefu Shangxie Shangxie! I want to know you and live a long life. There are no mausoleums in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, I dare to be with you! Classic Love Poems 3. I hope you will pick more of them, as this is the most lovesick thing.
--Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Acacia Red beans grow in the southern country. How many branches will grow when spring comes? I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing. Classic Love Poems 4. The human face doesn’t know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
--Cui Hu of the Tang Dynasty, inscribed in Nanzhuang, Capital City. On this day last year, in this gate, the human face and the 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. There is always a sunny day. --Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, Bamboo Branch Poems (3) The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is at the same level, and I hear the singing on the Langjiang River.
The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It means there is no sunshine or sunshine. Classic Love Verses 6. Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but it was not clouds except Wushan.
--Li Si, Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. Take a look back at the flowers lazily e5a48de588b6e79fa5e9819331333238666235, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Classic love poem 7. The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears until dawn. - Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty Farewell (two poems) Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February.
The spring breeze blows ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when the bead curtain is rolled up. Passionate but always ruthless, I can't laugh in front of you.
The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears for others until dawn. Classic Love Poems 8. It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
--Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty Untitled It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
When I look into the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
Classic Love Poems 9. There are no colorful phoenix wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart. --Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, Untitled The stars and the wind last night were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. Separate seats are provided with spring wine to warm them up, and separate seats are covered with wax lamps and illuminated with red lights.
I listened to the drums and went to answer the officials, walking around Malantai and turning around. Classic Love Poems 10. This love can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time! --Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty Jinse The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss. 2. Poems about ancient love
Before you gave birth to me, I gave birth to you and you are already old. I wish to be born with you and grow old together day by day. "Alone and Missing" The young woman of the Lu family is in the Yujin Hall, and the petrels fly together on the tortoiseshell beam.
The cold weather in September rushes the wood leaves, and the ten years of military campaigns recall Liaoyang. White Wolf Hebei's music and books are broken, and the southern autumn night in Danfeng City is long.
Who can't see me alone because of the cold, and even teach the bright moon to shine yellow. "Moon Night" - Du Fu is watching the moon in the state tonight, and he only watches it alone in his boudoir.
I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an. The fragrant mist and clouds are wet, and the clear jade arms are cold.
Whenever I lean on the virtual guise, my tears will dry under the double light. Thoughts of Spring (Li Bai) Thoughts of Spring (Li Bai) Swallow grass is like silk, and Qin mulberry has low green branches.
When the king returns home in his arms and the concubine has a broken heart, the spring breeze does not know her, so why should she enter the Luo curtain. My girlfriend suddenly saw the willow color on the street and regretted teaching her husband to look for a title.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. Send Zhang Bibie Meng Yiyi to Xie's house, the small corridor turns to the winding and slopes.
There is only the moon in the spring court that is sentimental, just like falling flowers for people who have left. The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost.
The so-called Yi people are on the side of the water. If you follow it, the road is long and blocked. Traveling back from it, Wan is in the middle of the water.
The leaves are luxuriant, and the white dew is still there. The so-called beauty is on the water.
Follow it back and forth, but the road is blocked and you can advance. If you go back and swim from it, you will feel like you are swimming in the water.
The jianjia is collected, and the white dew has not stopped. The so-called beauty is in the river of water.
Follow it back, but the road is blocked and to the right. If you go back and swim from it, you will be swimming in the water.
You live at the head of the Yangtze River, and I live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River every day.
Li Zhiyi's "Business Operator" Li Si Yuan Zhen once faced difficulties in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Li Shangyin’s stars and wind last night were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang. There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.
Separate seats are provided with spring wine to warm them, and the partitions are covered with wax-covered lamps. I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's request, walking around Malantai and turning around the tent.
The Immortal of Magpie Bridge (Song Dynasty) Qin Guan's delicate clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and the distance between Yin and Han is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can we beat the drums, beat the drums, and actively use the troops in the Book of Songs, National Style, and Beifeng in the morning and evening?
I am traveling south alone from the city canal of Tuguo. From Sun Zi Zhong, Ping Chen and Song Dynasty.
If I don’t return home, I will feel worried. Love in the right place? Love and lose his horse? In order to seek it? Under the forest.
The agreement between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together.
I am so rich, but I can’t live without you. Yu Xunxi, I don’t believe you.
Ask the world and what love is, and teach you the promise of life and death. Traveling from all over the world, Lao Wing has experienced the cold and heat several times.
Pleasure is fun, parting is painful. There are even more idiotic children among them, you should say something, the clouds are far away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains, only the shadow is for whom.
On Hengfen Road, when I was lonely, the drums were beating. The desolate smoke is still plain and clear, so how can it be so clear as to summon the soul.
The mountain ghost cries about the wind and rain, and the sky is jealous. If you don't believe in it, the orioles and swallows are all in loess.
Eternal. In order to entertain the poet, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu. 3. About the poems of ancient poets expressing love
Sauvignon Blanc ·Bai Juyi The Bian water flow, the Si water flow, flows to the ancient ferry of Guazhou, and Wushan is a little sad.
I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, I hate it until I return home, and I lean on the building when the moon is bright. Zhou Nan Guanju Guanjujujiu, in the river continent.
A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to fight. There are various water plants flowing left and right.
A graceful lady, I long for her. If you don't get what you want, you will sleep hard and think about it.
Leisurely leisurely! Tossing and turning. There are different kinds of watercress, pick them from left to right.
A graceful lady, a friend of the piano and the sesquito. There are different kinds of watercress, with leaves on both sides.
A graceful lady, played with bells and drums. Jianjia Jianjia is green, and the white dew is frost.
The so-called beauty is on the water side. If you follow it back, the road is blocked and long. If you follow it, you will wander in the middle of the water. "
Jingnu's "The Book of Songs, North Wind" Jingnu's concubine, waiting for me in the corner of the city. Love but not seen, scratching one's head and hesitating.
Jingnu's prostitution makes me angry. . Tong Guan has Wei, saying that Yi women are beautiful. It is a love song about a tryst between a man and a woman. The girl deliberately hides in the corner of the city, "not seeing her in love", and the man is so anxious that he is restless and "scratches his head." These two simple descriptions express the couple's first meeting very vividly. The mood of the time.
When the girl was on a date, she gave him tubes and catkins, and the man was ecstatic and made puns to express his love. The poem was written softly and delicately, and the whole poem was fresh and lively. Lively and interesting.
Reciting this poem, readers will be moved by its strong youthful atmosphere, and sincerely wish the lovers happiness and happiness.
Thousands of sails have passed, the water is shining slowly, and the heart is broken by Bai Pingzhou.
------Qin Guan〈 Magpie Bridge> If you don't miss lovesickness in your life, you will miss lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness. ------ Yuan Xu Zaisi's "Chan Gong Qu* Spring Love" Since ancient times, love has always been full of regrets, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up from.
-- ---- Qing Dynasty; "Xi Yi Ti" by Shi Qing, endless lovesickness and tears of red beans, endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building. ------ Cao Xueqin's "A Dream of Red Mansions" talks about lovesickness under the acacia tree, and the thinking man hates the man. I don’t know.
------ The Republic of China: Liang Qichao held hands and looked at each other with tears in his eyes. He was so sentimental and sad about farewell since ancient times.
It should be a good time. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell me? ------ Liu Yong's "Yulin Ling" The flowers are falling and the water is flowing. There is no way to eliminate the feeling, so I frown, but my heart is searching for it. It is deserted and miserable. How can I be so sad this time? Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice" goes up to the west tower without words.
The moon is like a hook in the lonely courtyard.
The scenery is still chaotic. p> It's the sorrow of separation. It's not like the ordinary feeling in my heart, but I can't remember it at that time.
------ Li Shangyin's "Jin Se" I searched for him thousands of times, and suddenly I looked back. But that person is there, in a dimly lit place. ------ Xin Qiji's "Qingyun Case*Yuan Xi" The flowers are ready to be broken, but don't wait until there are no flowers to break the branches. ------ Tang Du Qiuniang's "Golden Threaded Clothes" 》The dew on a branch is fragrant, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are heartbreaking.
------ Li Bai's "Qing Ping Diao No. 2" The clothes are getting wider and I don't regret it, and I feel haggard. ----Song Dynasty; Liu Yong's "Feng Qitong" The past has become empty, still like a dream.
------ Li Yu's "Midnight Song*How can one avoid sorrow and hatred in life" Knowing my intention and feeling your pity, I must ask God for this feeling! ------ Li Yu's "Geng Lu Zi Jin Que Chai" The moon is on the willow branches, and people make an appointment after dusk. ------ Zhu Shuzhen's "Shacha Zi" When we meet, we feel like we have not seen each other, and we are still feeling like we are heartless.
------ "Moon over the Xijiang River" by Sima Guang When the ends of the earth are limited, there is only endless love. ------"Spring in the Jade House" There is no colorful phoenix flying in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.
------ Tang Dynasty; Li Shangyin's "Untitled" Life has been full of love and obsession since ancient times, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. ------ Song Dynasty; Ou Yangxiu's "Spring in the Jade House" is evil! I want to know you and live a long life.
The mountains have no mausoleums, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you! ——Han Han Dynasty Yuefu Shangxie Red beans grow in the southern country. How many branches will grow when spring comes? I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing. ——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty Lovesickness On this day last year, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red.
I don’t know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. ——Cui Hu of the Tang Dynasty wrote about Nanzhuang in the capital city. The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is at the same level. I hear the singing on the Langjiang River.
The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It means there is no sunshine or sunshine. ——Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, Zhuzhi Ci (3) Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Take the flower bush to look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. ——Li Si, Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty Pingping curled up for more than thirteen years, and the cardamom sprouts were in early February.
The spring breeze blows ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when the bead curtain is rolled up. Passionate but always ruthless, I can't laugh in front of you.
The candle bids farewell with intention and sheds tears for others until dawn. ——Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty Farewell (two poems) It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting. ——Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, Untitled Last night, the stars and the wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. Separate seats are provided with spring wine to warm them up, and separate seats are covered with wax lamps and illuminated with red lights.
I listened to the drums to answer the official questions, and walked around Malantai. ——Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, Untitled, Fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time! ——Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty Jinse I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes, and I advise you to cherish your youth. Flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom, but don’t wait to break branches when there are no flowers left.
——Du Qiuniang of the Tang Dynasty Golden Thread Clothes The fine clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? ——Qin Guan of the Northern Song Dynasty, Magpie Bridge Immortal. Standing against the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the extremely spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy.
In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, who is speechless? I plan to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the strong music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
——Liu Yong of the Northern Song Dynasty Die Lianhua Ten years of life and death! If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not recognize each other, our face will be covered with dust and our temples will be like frost. At night, you suddenly return to your hometown with a deep dream.
In the small window, I am dressing up. He was speechless and could only shed a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken heart will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills. ——Su Shi and Jiang Chengzi of the Northern Song Dynasty Last year on Yuan Ye, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day.
The moon is on the willow branches, and people meet after dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same.
I can’t see the person from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are filled with tears. ——Ouyang Xiu, Northern Song Dynasty, Sheng Chazi. The flowers have faded and are red, green and apricots are small. When the swallows are flying, the green water is surrounded by people.
There are few willow trees blowing on the branches. 4. Ancient poems describing love
1. I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, but suddenly I looked back, and there he was, in a dimly lit place.
2. Hold your hand and grow old together with your son.
3. Holding hands and looking into teary eyes, I was speechless and choked. Passion has hurt parting since ancient times. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
4. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig in the earth.
5. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it at all. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
6. A branch of dew is fragrant, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are in vain.
7. Talking about lovesickness under the acacia tree, Si Lang hates Lang Lang but doesn’t know. Republic of China: Liang Qichao
8. I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River every day. When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to Li Zhiyi's love.
9. I want to know you. There are no mountains and mausoleums, rivers are exhausted, winter thunder shakes summer rain and snow, and heaven and earth are united, so I dare to be with you.
10. Ask what love is in the world, and teach it about life and death.
11. After washing up, I leaned alone in Wangjiang Tower. All the thousands of sails that have passed are not the same, the slanting light and the flowing water are long, and the heart is broken by Bai Pingzhou.
5. Ancient Chinese poems about love
Guan Ju > Guan Guan Jujiu, in the River Continent.
A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to fight. There are various water plants flowing left and right.
A graceful lady, I long for her. If you don't get what you want, you will sleep hard and think about it.
Leisurely, leisurely, tossing and turning. There are different kinds of watercress, pick them from left to right.
A graceful lady, a friend of the piano and the sesquito. There are different kinds of watercress, with leaves on both sides.
A graceful lady, played with bells and drums. Zijin > Qingqing Zijin, my heart is leisurely.
Even if I don’t go, will Zi Ning not inherit the sound? Qingqingzi wears it, and I think about it for a long time. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come? Picking and reaching, in the city gate.
One day without seeing you is like three months. Jing Nu > Jing Nu and her concubines are waiting for me in the corner of the city.
Love without seeing, scratching one’s head and hesitating. The quiet girl is promiscuous, which makes me troublesome.
Tong Guan Youwei, said that the girl is beautiful. Since shepherding and returning to grassland, it is beautiful and unique.
The gangster girl is beautiful, and the beautiful woman is spoiled. Jianjia > Jianjia is green and the white dew is frost.
The so-called beauty is on the water side. If you follow it back, the road is blocked and long; if you follow it, you will wander in the middle of the water.
Mountain Ghost> If someone comes to the mountains, he will be taken by Xue Li to carry a girl. He looks at you with his eyes and smiles, and his son admires him. He is good and graceful. Riding on a red leopard, he comes from Wenli, Xinyi chariot. The osmanthus flag is tied here; the orchid is carrying Du Heng, and the fragrance is fragrant and the thoughts are left behind; the rest of the place is dark and the sky is not visible, the road is dangerous and difficult, and I am the only one coming; the surface is independent on the mountain, and the clouds are beautiful below; it is dim The Qiang is dark, the day is dim, the east wind is drifting with the rain of gods; the souls left behind are melancholy and forget to return, the year is over and who is the flower; the three beauties are gathered in the mountains, the rocks are covered with vines; the young master is resentful and forgets to return, Jun is thinking. I can't be idle; people in the mountains are fragrant, drinking from stone springs, shaded by pines and cypresses; you are thinking of me, but you are suspicious; thunder is filling the rain, and moans are chirping in the cave at night; the wind is rustling, the trees are rustling, and I miss you. Leave worries. Feng Qiu Huang·Qin Ge Anonymous There is a beauty coming, I will never forget it when I see it.
I miss you so much after not seeing you for a day. The phoenix is ??soaring, and the phoenix is ??begging for it from all over the world.
But the beauty is here, not on the east wall. Use the qin to express your words, and write your heartfelt chats.
When I see Xu Xi, I will comfort my hesitation. May your words be worthy of your virtue, and join hands to support each other.
If I can’t fly, I will perish. Something to Think About Han Yuefu Something to think about is in Hainan.
Why ask Yijun? A double-beaded tortoiseshell hairpin, dazzled with jade. I heard that you had other intentions, so I pulled them, destroyed them and burned them.
Destroy and burn it, and the wind will scatter its ashes. From now on, don’t miss me again.
I miss you so much! When roosters crow and dogs bark, brothers and sisters-in-law should know it. The concubine is shouting! The autumn wind solemnizes the morning breeze, and the east knows it in a moment.
Shangxie Han Yuefu Shangxie! I want to know you and live a long life. There are no mausoleums in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, I dare to be with you! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, leave.
More than ten thousand miles apart, each is at the end of the world. The road is long and difficult, but we know the meeting will be safe.
Hu Ma follows the north wind and crosses the southern branch of the bird's nest. The day is far away from each other, and the clothes are worn slowly.
The floating clouds cover the day, and the wanderer does not care about returning. Missing you makes you grow old, and the years are suddenly too late.
Don’t give up donating, don’t return to the road, and work hard to get more food. Collecting hibiscus in Shejiang River > Collecting hibiscus in Shejiang River, there are many fragrant grasses in the orchids.
Who do you want to leave behind? Thoughts are far away. I still look back at my old hometown, the long road is long and vast.
We share the same heart but are separated, and we end up in sorrow! Lovesickness Wang Wei Red beans grow in the southern country. How many branches will grow when spring comes? I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing. Looking at the moon, Huaiyuan, Zhang Jiuling, there is a bright moon on the sea, the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night. The candles are extinguished and the light is full, and the clothes are covered with dew. I can’t bear to give them away, but I still sleep in the dream. Autumn Breeze Poems Li Bai The autumn breeze is clear , the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost again.
We know the day when we meet each other, but I am embarrassed at this time and this night. Entering the door of my lovesickness, I know that I miss my lovesickness painfully. Long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness lasts forever. I had known that it would be such a stumbling block to people's hearts. How could it be like before? Don't know each other. Liu Yuxi's Bamboo Branch Poetry The poplars and willows are green at the level of the Qingjiang River, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.
Poetry on Bamboo Branches by Liu Yuxi The mountains are covered with red flowers, and the spring water of Shujiang River beats the mountain flow. The bonus fades easily like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like Nong's sorrow.
Yanzi Tower Zhang Zhongsu The remaining lamps upstairs accompany Xiaoshuang, and the person sleeping alone gets up on the acacia bed. How many lovesick one-night stands? The ends of the earth are not as long as the ends of the earth.
Jinse Li Shangyin has fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past. Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies at dawn, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea has tears in its pearls, and the sun in Lantian is warm and jade produces smoke. This feeling I can wait to recall it, but I was at a loss at that time. The untitled Li Shangyin came with empty words and left without a trace. The moon was tilted upstairs at five o'clock. The dream was far away and it was hard to recall, and the book was rushed into ink. The wax shone half in the cage of golden jade, The scent of musk is slightly embroidered with hibiscus. Liu Lang already hates that Pengshan Mountain is far away, and it is even more separated by ten thousand layers of Pengshan Mountain. Untitled Li Shangyin's heavy curtains are deep in the Mochou Hall, and the night after lying down is slender. The life of a goddess was just a dream, and the life of my sister-in-law was originally a dream.
If you don’t believe that Lingzhi is weak in the storm, who will teach you the fragrance of osmanthus leaves in Moon Dew? It is clear that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness. Untitled Li Shangyin It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworms will die when the silkworms are dead, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before the tears dry. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples have changed, and the night chants should feel the moonlight is cold. There is not much left in Pengshan. On the road, the bluebirds are diligently looking around. Untitled Li Shangyin's Last Night Stars and Wind, To the west of the painting building and to the east of Guitang. There are no colorful phoenixes flying on the body, but there is a clear connection in the heart. Gou Chun wine is given to the other seat to warm it, and the red wax lamp is shot on the cao.
I listened to the drums to answer the official questions, and walked around Malantai. Traveling Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn by Li Shangyin When the lotus leaves are growing, spring hates them, and when the lotus leaves wither, autumn hates them. I know that my love will last forever, and I look forward to the sound of the water at the head of the river.
The night rain sent a letter to Mr. Li Shangyin in the north to ask about the return date. The night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. Why should I cut the candles from the west window, but I said it was raining in Bashan at night. I think of Yuan Zhen once. It is difficult to make water in the sea, except Wushan is not a cloud. I took a look back lazily from the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. It was written by Cui Hu of Nanzhuang in the capital city last year. In this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face reflect each other's red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Farewell to Du Mu is sentimental but always seems to be ruthless. I can’t laugh in front of the bottle. I feel sorry for the candle. I shed tears for others until dawn. I send Zhang Bi’s farewell dream to Xie’s house, and the small corridor turns to Qulan. incline. There is only the sentimental moon in the spring garden, which shines upon the fallen flowers for those who have left.
Writing of Love by Li Yi The water-patterned jade is a long-lasting thought, and the good times of a thousand miles will rest in one night. From then on, I had no intention of loving the good night and let him go down to the west tower under the bright moon.
As soon as Hou Men entered it, it was as deep as the sea, and Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.
Sent to Li Yiyuan, Yu Xuanji. I am ashamed of the sun and cover my sleeves, and I am too lazy to put on my makeup in spring. It is easy to find priceless treasures, but it is rare to find a lover.
Tears are shed on the pillow, and the heart is broken among the flowers. Why should I hate Wang Chang when I can get a glimpse of Song Yu? Jiangling's worries and hopes are filled with fish mystery. Thousands of maple leaves turn into thousands of branches, and the river bridge covers the late evening sail.
Recalling your heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest. Sauvignon Blanc by Bai Juyi Bian water flow, Si water flow, flowing to the ancient ferry of Guazhou, Wushan is a little sad.
I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, I hate it until I return home, and I lean on the building when the moon is bright. Dream Jiangnan Wen Tingyun After washing up, I leaned alone. 6. Ancient love poems and ancient styles
1. Hold your son’s hand and grow old together with him.
2. A gentle lady, a gentleman is eager to ask for.
3. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water.
4. There are trees in the south, so you can’t stop thinking about them; there are wandering girls in the Han Dynasty, so you can’t think about them.
5. One day without seeing you is like three months.
6. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
7. Can this feeling be remembered forever? It was just that I was at a loss at that time.
8. There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.
9. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.
10. Once upon a time, there was nothing like water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not like clouds.
11. I miss you every day, but I don’t see you. I drink water from the Yangtze River.
12. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless people in the world.
13. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
14. As your belt gets wider, you will never regret it. It makes people feel haggard because of Yixiao.
15. The moon is on the willow branches, and people meet after dusk. 7. Ancient five-character love poems
1. May I be as bright as the stars and the moon, and the light will shine brightly every night.
——Fan Chengda's "Che Yaoyao Chapter" 2. Wutong trees, rain at midnight, do not tell the truth about separation and suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.
——Wen Tingyun's "Third of Three Gengluozi Poems" 3. The relationship between life and death is broad, and it is said with Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together.
——Anonymous "The Book of Songs·Beifeng·Drumming" 4. When they become husband and wife, there is no doubt about their love. ——Su Wu's "Wedding Hair as Husband and Wife" 5. When the ends of the earth are limited, there is only endless love.
——Yan Shu's "Spring in the Jade House" 6. Life is about coming back, and death is about longing for lovesickness. ——Su Wu's "Wedding Hair as Husband and Wife" 7. As time goes by, love never ends.
The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it. ——Zhang Sheng's "Qianqiu Sui" 8. People are like clouds flowing into the river after the wind, and their feelings are like the wadding stuck to the ground after the rain.
——Zhou Bangyan's "Spring in the Jade House" 9. People who are not charming will be fascinated by their beauty, but beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. - Huang Chang's "Collection of Hangzhou Sayings and Poems" 10. I know that my love will always be there when I am here, and I look forward to the sound of the water in the head of the river.
——Li Shangyin's "Wandering Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn" 11. Resting and leaning alone high in the Mingyue Tower, the wine enters the heart of sorrow, turning into tears of lovesickness. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe" 12. Who is the kind of person who wants to open up Hongmeng? All just for the romantic love.
——Cao Xueqin's "Introduction to A Dream of Red Mansions" 13. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. ——Liu Yong's "Yulin Ring" 14. Tenderness is like water, and good times are like dreams.
If the love between the two lasts for a long time, how can they stay in court? ——Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge". 8. I want some ancient love poems, some sad ones
The willow silk is long, the spring rain is thin, and the sound of leaking outside the flowers is far away.
The wild geese are frightened, the crows rise in the city, and the golden partridges are painted on the screen. The fragrant mist is thin and penetrates the heavy curtain, melancholy Xiejiachi Pavilion.
The red candle is on the back, the embroidered drapery is hanging down, Meng Changjun doesn’t know. (A title written by Wen Tingyun) The style of the willow branches is getting old and spring is shy, and the fragrance of the soul everywhere feels like the old travels; the long thank you seems familiar, and the strong hanging tobacco stalks are brushing people's heads.
Qing Ping Le farewell to the middle of spring, touching the eyes and breaking the heart. The fallen plum blossoms are like snow, and they are still full after being brushed.
There is no proof of the arrival of wild geese, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning home after a long journey. Leaving hatred is like grass in spring, we can travel farther and still be alive.
Ruan Lang returned to present to the twelfth brother of King Zheng. The east wind blows water and the sun holds the mountain. Spring has come and it is long and leisurely. The flowers are falling, the wine is in ruins, and the music is playing in a drunken dream.
Who can groom the emerald servant girl if she wears her clothes quietly and wears her makeup at night? I linger in the scenery to cherish the beauty, and lean alone against the lantern at dusk. In front of the mulberry picking pavilion, all the red maidens are dancing in spring.
The drizzle falls slightly, and the eyebrows are temporarily opened. The calm and fragrant sound of the green window is broken, and the incense seal turns to ashes.
I can't help but fall asleep and fall into a dream. The pounding of Lianzi makes the deep courtyard quiet, the small court is empty, and the intermittent cold wind blows.
Helpless, the night is long and I can’t sleep, and the sound of the moon comes to the curtains. Tao Lianzi's hair is messy, his makeup is ruined at night, and his eyebrows are full of resentment.
Santai ordered the watchers to watch without sleep and wear clothes before going out. The moon is cold, the autumn bamboos are cold, and the wind cuts through the windows at night.
It’s late to pick mulberry seeds and windlass in Jinjing, and a few trees are startling autumn. Day rain brings new sorrow.
The 100-foot shrimp tentacles are on the jade hook. Qiong window is broken by two moths in spring. Looking back, I want to send my scales to swim, and the nine winding cold waves do not follow the current.
Sauvignon Blanc has one mountain and two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, and the acacia leaves are red. The flowers are blooming, but the flowers are withered. The wild geese are flying high and the people have not returned them. A curtain of wind and moonlight is idle.
(A title written by Deng Su) There is no flute-playing girl in Xie Xinen’s Qin Tower, leaving only the scenery of Shangyuan. The pink flower and golden pistil are low and high.
The east wind annoys me, so it smells fragrant. Qiong Chuang □ (original lack) dream is left for the rest of the day, how long was the regret back then! The green stems reflect the weeping poplar trees.
Meet each other temporarily, like a dream and lazy thinking. And the month before the cherry blossoms have fallen all over the stairs, they are like a bed leaning against a smoked cage in sorrow.
It’s far like last year today, but the hatred is still the same. Her servant girls are disheveled and haggard, and their breasts are red with tears.
Where is the pain of lovesickness? The screen window is in a drunken dream. After the empty guests in the courtyard returned, the painting hall was half-covered with a bead curtain.
Lin Feng is tired of the night. The crescent moon of the small building looks back on its own slenderness.
In Chunguang Town, people are empty and old, so why should we hate the new sorrows? Jin Chuang is still sleepy after being trapped. The sound of the Qiang flute startled the drunken beauty.
When all the cherries have fallen and I am about to be sleepy in spring, I return home under the swing. The dark and slanting moon slowly shines on the flower branches.
Under the screen window at dawn, you don’t know what’s coming. (Twelve characters are missing below) And the slow autumn light cannot be retained, and the red leaves are all over the stairs at dusk.
It’s the Double Ninth Festival again. Wherever you stand on the pavilion, the fragrance of dogwood falls. Purple Ju gas floats in the courtyard, and the mist drizzles in the evening.
The geese in Yongyongxin swallow cold sounds, and the sorrow and hatred are the same every year. Linjiang Fairy's cherries have all fallen and gone back to spring, and the butterflies turn over and fly away.
Zigui cries about the moon. To the west of the small building, there are jade hooks and curtains, and the melancholy twilight smoke hangs down. After the lonely alleys and people dispersed, I looked at the remaining tobacco in the doldrums.
The incense of the stove floats like a phoenix. Holding Luo Dai empty, looking back and hating Yiyi.
Broken. In the past forty years, our country and our country have spread over three thousand miles of mountains and rivers.
The phoenix pavilion and the dragon tower reach the sky, and the jade trees and their branches are used as tobacco. Once you have seen fighting, you will be reduced to a captive, and your waist will be low and your temples will be worn away.
On the most hasty day of farewell to the temple, the temple still plays a farewell song. Weeping to Gong E.
The poppy wind returns to the small courtyard and the greenery continues, and the willow eyes continue to spring. I was silent for half a day, but the sound of the bamboo and the crescent moon were still the same as before.
Before the music and songs have dispersed, Zun is still there, and the ice on the pond has just begun to melt. The candles are bright and fragrant, and the dark painting is deep in the building. The clear frost and residual snow on the temples are hard to bear.
When will spring flowers and autumn moon come again? How much do we know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back at the bright moon.
The carved railings and jade inlays should still be there, but the beauty has changed. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
Looking at the leisurely dream in the south of the Yangtze River, the southern country is in full bloom. There is an orchestra on the boat and the river is facing Lu, and the city is full of flying catkins and light dust, busy killing flower watchers! I am dreaming far away again, it is autumn in the southern country.
Thousands of miles of cold mountains and rivers are far away, and a lonely boat is parked deep in the reed flowers. The flute is in Yueming Tower.
Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, I felt so much hatred in my dream last night. It still feels like the old days when you were swimming in Shangyuan, the cars were like flowing water and the horses were like dragons; the flowery moon was in the spring breeze! How many tears will be shed, and the broken face will be restored.
Don’t talk about your worries with tears, Feng Sheng will not cry when you cry; heartbreak is even more doubtful! The crows cry in the night and the spring flowers fade. It's too hasty and the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. Rouge tears, stay drunk together, how long will it last?
It is true that life grows and hates water. The crow of the night was accompanied by wind and rain last night, and the curtains rustled with the sound of autumn.
The candle is leaking and broken, so I often lean on the pillow. Can't sit up flat.
Everything in the world goes with the flow, and only a dream comes to an end. The road to Zuixiang is stable and should be visited frequently, but it is not possible to travel otherwise.
We met each other happily and without words, we went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.
Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart.
How can one avoid the sorrow and sorrow of life in Midnight Song? There is no limit to my love for being alone in ecstasy! The dream of returning to the motherland brings tears to my eyes. Who can go up to the tall building? I will always remember Qiu Qingwang.
The past has become empty, still like a dream.
The past memories of Langtaosha are only sad, but the scenery is difficult to arrange.
Moss invades the steps in the courtyard in the autumn wind. As long as the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long? The golden sword has been buried, and the strength has faded.
On a cool night, the moon shines brightly. Think of the shadow of Jade Tower and Yao Palace, shining in the sky over Qinhuai! Huanxi's gauze turned and candles fluttered, and I returned home in a dream. I wanted to find traces of the past, but I was disappointed. The wish of heaven was violated.
When the moon pool platform is empty and the water is gone, and the shady flower pavilion is dimly lit, I will not hesitate to put on more clothes when I climb up. The waves and sand make the rain gurgling outside the curtains, and the mood of spring is fading.
Luo Qui cannot bear the cold at dawn. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.
Don’t lean on the fence when you are alone. The world is unlimited. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone in spring, and the world is in heaven and earth.
_______________________________ Li Jing's two poems: Mountain flower seeds and lotus leaves are fragrant, and the green leaves are broken, and the west wind is worried about the green waves. Still haggard and haggard with the time, unbearable to look at.
The drizzle dreamed back to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building. How many tears are there to limit hatred, relying on the lantern.
Shanhuazi’s hand-rolled bead curtains are hung with jade hooks, locking the heavy building according to the previous spring’s hatred. Who is the master of the flowers falling in the wind? Thinking leisurely.
The bluebird does not convey the message from the clouds, and the lilacs bear the sorrow in the rain. Looking back at the green waves at dusk in spring, they connect with the flow from the sky.
_______________________________ The Autumn Warbler produced by Lingshi Island Li Yu The remnant warbler does not know what happened to the autumn, and is still traveling alone across the secluded forest. The old tongue listens in all kinds of ways, and a dark yellow point enters the smoke stream.
Qi Chi turned away from the world and felt the same sadness as Lu, and his eyes were as bright as a sheng in pieces. Don't linger any longer to go back, the dew flowers are desolate and cold, and the polygonum flowers are sad.
Volume 8_7 The beginning of the illness is named Li Yu on the wall of the mountain house. The illness in the mountain house is mild at first, and the stick, quinoa, and towel are brown, which is said to be leisurely. The stove is turned on a small fire and the warmth is deep, and the ditch leads to a few new streams.
For the time being, Peng Juan is in peace with his decayed nature, and in the final period, Zong Yuan will ask about his life. Who can work hard in the dust, and be greedy and combine fish and dragon to build a strong reputation?
Volume 8_8 Send King Deng's twenty younger brothers from Yimu to Xuancheng. The waves are invading, the light is rippled with sadness, and the chaotic mountains are full of hatred.
How extremely affectionate you are when you are running against cypress trees. I am heading towards the west by the sun. There is so much land so close to the Yanjiang River that there is no need to embrace it.