The secret love of ancient love poems is implicit
1. The longing for love is endless, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?.
2. Meikui is only interested in the morning sun, and the heart of lettuce is exhausted.
3. I know well enough naught can come of this lovliness, yet how it serves to ease my heart!.
4. I thought my heart was like a bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch.
5. there are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain, and a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward.
6. Affectionate is only in the spring, and it is still like leaving someone to shine.
7. There are trees in the mountains, but there are branches in the trees. I'm glad to see you, but I don't know.
8. Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality, and an inch is still thousands of strands. When the ends of the earth are poor, there is only endless lovesickness.
9. Falling flowers are intentional, but running water is ruthless.
1. Claudia's gentle knocking makes her feel worried about the beautiful woman again. Only when I see a heady smile day after day, can I get rid of my depression.
11. Only lovesickness is like spring scenery, and Jiangnan Jiangbei sends you home.
12. and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.
13. The fallen flower has danced before the style, and the running water still only goes east.
14. In the spring, I slept heavily, but I still saw each other in my dream. I looked for a pair of jade phoenix by my pillow, and I didn't know it was a dream for half a day. Once I returned from selling Cui people, I have not heard from them for years. But tears are used as water, and the flow also flows to Iraq.
15. It's lonely and cold to go up to the small building, and the sound of a rogue is like poverty. Light smoke and flowing water draw a quiet screen, and flying flowers are like dreams. A whisper is as thin as sorrow, and a small silver hook hangs on the curtain.
16. The fallen flowers intentionally follow the flowing water, but the flowing water has no intention of falling flowers.
17. You live at the head of the Yangtze River, and I live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water.
18. Like a gate deep as the sea, Xiao Lang has been a passer-by ever since.
19, I will tether my horse to a river willow, where to wait for the wind in the southwest.
Poems on Parting Love
Nalan Xingde
Who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, and the rustling yellow leaves close the window and meditate on the past to set the setting sun.
It was only normal at that time that Mo Jing-chun, who was drunk, slept heavily and gambled away the fragrance of tea.
jiangchengzi. On the twentieth day of the first month of the first month, Yi Mao remembered his dreams
Su Shi
Ten years of life and death were boundless. Never think, never forget. Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know when you meet, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost.
at night, I dream and suddenly return home. Xiao Xuan window, dressing. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the heartbroken place every year, the moonlit night, short matsuoka.
Note:
Ten years: refers to ten years since the death of his wife Wang Fu.
Xiao Xuan window: refers to the window of a small room, and Xiao Xuan: a small room with a window sill.
short pine hill: the place where Su Shi buried his wife; short pine: short pine.
three mourning songs
Yuan Zhen
A joke about the past, but suddenly, before my eyes, you are gone.
almost all your clothes have been given away, your needlework is sealed, I dare not look at it.
I continue your bounty to our men and our maids, sometimes, in a dream, I bring you gifts.
this is a sorrow that all mankind must know, but not as those know it who have been poor together.
This was written by Yuan Zhen in memory of his original wife who died. Yuan Zhen's original wife, Wei Cong, was the youngest daughter of Prince Shaobao Wei Xiaqing. She married Yuan Zhen in 82 (the 18th year of Zhenyuan in Tang Dezong), when she was twenty and Yuan Zhen was twenty-five. Married life is relatively poor, but Wei Cong is very virtuous and has no complaints, and the relationship between husband and wife is very good. After seven years, that is, in 89 AD (Yuan and four years), when Yuan Zhen was appointed as the supervisor, Wei Cong died of illness at the age of 27. Yuan Zhen was so sad that he wrote many sincere mourning poems one after another, the most famous of which was "Three Sorrow Poems".
Butterfly Lovers
Tanxian Offering
The courtyard was deeply and quietly filled with people, complaining about Ying Ge and wrongly reporting Wei Lang's arrival. Liang Jinfeng, who presses the sideburns, is small, and bowing his head is just idle worry.
The flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are young, and the tea is tall, so it's better to fight for returning home. Stop pedestrians from going west to the road, and the light body is willing to turn plantain.
Queqiao Fairy
Xu You once
Clouds are sparse and the moon is light, the magpie is tired, and two stars are dimly visible in the sky. Every night in the world, it is a pity that the years are old.
after the autumn, you should be afraid of the golden rooster to urge the dawn. If you don't separate the Milky Way, how can you meet and meet each other better?
dyke girl
Yuan Hongdao
The window is inclined to the wooden fence, and the beard powder is applied thinly.
I'm greedy to see the horses and chariots on the wall, but I don't know if my skirt is full of thorns.
Xu Wei
My heart is like a mirror, and it's clear and clear. Lang's heart is like the back of a mirror, and he can't distinguish between grinding and killing.
lang's heart is like a kite, and it goes with the wind when it is disconnected; May I get the branches of the forest and keep them for my concubine.
Jade Case Yuan Xi
Xin Qiji
Thousands of trees bloom in the east wind night. It blows down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The phoenix flute is moving, the jade pot is turning, and the fish and dragon dance all night. Moth, snow, willow and golden wisp. Laughter is fading away. Looking for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, the lights were dim.
seeing off the second envoy of Yuan Dynasty, Anxi
Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty
Weicheng was rainy and dusty, and the guest house was green and willow-colored.
I advise you to drink a glass of wine more, and go out to Yangguan for no reason.
Yangguan Ci
Chen Gangzhong
The guest house is sad and the willow color is new, and the east, west, north and south are generally spring.
if you know that all the seas are brothers, where can you meet an old friend?