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Love is the flame of life. Without it, everything becomes night. - Roland

Love is pure, and there can be no dregs in the content of love; love is perfect and sincere, and there can be no selfish desires in the scope of love. ——Duchess Shakespeare

The union of sincere love is the purest of all unions. ——Rousseau

It is always a beautiful thing to be attached to a lover for the sake of morality. ——Plato

Love others and be loved by others, this is everything, this is the law of the universe. We only exist for love. People who are comforted by love are not afraid of anything or anyone . Peng Shaer

Ancient China:

1) I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and I wish to be a twig on earth

2) Hold your son’s hand and grow old together with him

3) When two people are in love for a long time, they will continue to live together day and night

4) Asking what love is in the world, it only makes people agree in life and death

5) I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to it

How can I die if I succeed? I would like to be a mandarin duck but not an immortal

I would like to be a winged bird in heaven, and I would like to be a winged bird on earth. For Lianli Branch

Acacia 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 and Huaiyuan Zhang Jiuling

The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world *** At this time, lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night.

The candle is extinguished and the pity light is full, I feel the dew in my clothes. I can't bear to give it away with my hands, but I still have a good time to sleep in dreams.

Autumn Wind Poems by Li Bai

The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened again. We know the day when we meet each other, but we are embarrassed at this time and night;

Enter my lovesickness gate, knowing that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless love,

Morning Knowing that this is such a stumbling block to people's hearts, why don't we know each other before.

Bamboo Branch Ci Liu Yuxi

The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I can hear the singing on Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.

Bamboo Branch Poetry Liu Yuxi

The mountains are covered with red flowers, and the spring water of the Shu River beats the mountain stream. 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 lamp upstairs is accompanied by the dawn frost, and the person sleeping alone gets up on the acacia bed. How many lovesickness does one night stand have? The ends of the earth are not long.

The Jinse by Li Shangyin

The Jinse has fifty strings 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 entrusted to the cuckoo.

The moon in the sea has tears, and the warm sun in Lantian creates smoke. This feeling can be recalled, but it was already lost at that time.

Untitled Li Shangyin

It was just empty words Missing, the moon is setting at five o'clock in the morning upstairs. The dream is far away and it is hard to recall, and the book is hastily turned into ink.

The wax shines on half the cage of golden jade, and the musk slightly embroiders the hibiscus. Liu Lang I already hate that Pengshan is far away, and even more separated by ten thousand layers of Pengshan.

Untitled Li Shangyin

The heavy curtains are deep in 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.

Feng Bo doesn’t believe that Lingzhi is weak. Who teaches the fragrance of osmanthus leaves to Moon Dew? It is clear that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness.

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It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworms will die when their silk is exhausted, and the wax torch will turn to ashes before the tears dry.

Looking in the morning mirror but worrying about the change of clouds on the temples, I should feel the cold moonlight when singing at night. There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the bluebirds are diligent to look around.

Untitled Li Shangyin

The stars last night, the wind last night, On the west side of the painting building is the east of Guitang. There are no colorful phoenixes flying on the body, but there is a clear connection in the heart.

The next seat is warmed by Gou Chun wine, and the red wax lamp is shed on the Cao Cao. Sighing, I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's request. I walked around Malantai and turned around.

Wandering Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn by Li Shangyin

Spring hates me when the lotus leaves are growing, and autumn hates me when the lotus leaves wither. I know that my love will always be there, and I look forward to the sound of the water at the head of the river.

The night rain sent to Li Shangyin in the north

You asked about the return date, but the night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. Why should I cut the candle from the west window,

But say nothing When it rains at night in Bashan.

I think about Yuan Zhen

There was a time when the sea was difficult to deal with, except for Wushan, it was not clouds. I looked back lazily at the flowers, half of them were cultivators and half of them were kings.

Inscribed on Cui Hu, Nanzhuang, Capital City

On this day last year, in this gate, the faces of the people 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.

Farewell to Du Mu

Sentimental but always seeming ruthless, I can’t laugh in front of the bottle. The candle has a heart to say goodbye, and weeps for others until dawn.

Send someone Zhang Bi

Farewell to Meng Yiyi when he arrived at Xie's house. The small corridor turned round and slanted. There is only the sentimental moon in the spring garden, which shines upon the fallen flowers for those who have left.

Written by Li Yi

The precious silk with water patterns makes me think about it for a long time, and the good times of a thousand miles will rest overnight. 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 a gift to the maid Cui Jiao

The princes, princes and grandsons are following in their footsteps, and the green beads are dripping with tears. As soon as Hou Men entered it, it was as deep as the sea, and Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.

Send to Li Yi, 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.

There are tears on the pillow, and the hearts are broken among the flowers. Why should I hate Wang Chang when I can get a glimpse of Song Yu?

Jiangling is worried about the mystery of sending fish

The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridges cover the late evening sails. Remembering you, my heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.

Sauvignon Blanc 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 of Jiangnan by Wen Tingyun

After washing up, I leaned alone on 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!

Sauvignon Blanc Lin Bu

Wu Shan Qing, Yue Shan Qing. The green mountains on both sides of the Taiwan Strait greet each other. Who knows the love of parting?

The king is filled with tears, and the concubine is filled with tears. The knot of Luo and Dai has not been completed. The tide at the head of the river has subsided.

Happy meeting Li Yu

Speechless, I 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.

Crying in the night, Li Yu

The forest flowers have withered the spring red, it is too hasty, but the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.

The tears of rouge will make you drunk, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows and hates water.

Visiting Kinmen Feng Yansi

The wind picked up and blew a pool of spring water. In the path where the mandarin ducks are fragrant, I stroke the red apricot pistils with my hands.

The fighting duck leans alone on the railing, and the jasper scratches its head and falls sideways. I look forward to seeing you all day long, and I raise my head to hear the magpies rejoice.

Yulou Chun Ouyang Xiu

In front of the bottle, he planned to tell the date of return. Before saying anything, Chun Rong swallowed it. There is love and infatuation in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

Don’t renovate Li Ge, a song can teach you how to be tight. I have to see all the flowers in Luocheng before I can say goodbye to the spring breeze.

Sima Guang on the Xijiang River

The bun is loosely tied, and the plum blossoms are lightly made up. The red and green emeralds The mist is light, and the flying catkins are unsteady.

Seeing each other is as if they have not seen each other, and the affection seems to be ruthless. After the music and songs are over, the wine is slightly sobered. In the deep courtyard, the moon is tilted and people are quiet.

Magpie Bridge Immortal Qin Temple

Slender clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver and Han are 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 the way home. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they be together day and night?

Beauty Qin Guan

The green peaches planted and dewed in the sky are not ordinary flowers. The water is scattered deep in the chaotic mountains. For whom does a jade-like branch bloom?

What’s the limit to the light cold and drizzle? It’s hard to control spring if it’s not there, so why not indulge in it for you? I'm just afraid that when I wake up, I'll break my heart!

Yulinling Liu Yong

The chilling cicadas are miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia.

Looking at each other with tears in their hands, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.

Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times. Even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival. Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze.

The passage of time should be a time of good times and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?

Feng Qiwu Liu Yong

Standing against the dangerous building, the wind blows softly.

Looking forward to the extremely sad spring, the sky is gloomy. The grass is dimly illuminated by smoke. Who would be speechless?

I plan to get drunk on the madness. Singing to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt gradually becomes wider and I will never regret it. It makes people feel haggard because of Yixiao.

Recalling the Emperor’s Capital Liu Yong

The weather with a thin quilt and a small pillow. The feeling of separation. After a few colder nights, I still fall asleep again after I wake up.

After all, without sleep, a night is like a year. I also planned to wait, but returned to collect the bridle. They fought for Nai again, and the plan has been made.

Thousands of thoughts, many solutions, only lonely and tired. Dedicated to my whole life, I will bear your thousands of tears. < /p>

Last night the westerly wind withered the green trees. I went up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world. If I want to send a colorful note, there is no ruler. The mountains are long and the rivers are far away.

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The colorful sleeves held the jade bell diligently, but in those days, they were drunk and beautiful. Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan.

After seeing each other again, we met again and again, and shared our dreams with you several times. I only have a few silver photos left tonight, as if I was afraid that the meeting would be a dream.

The Sapphire Case, Yuan Eve, Xin Qiji

The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and the stars fall like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.

The moths are covered with golden strands of snow and willow, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance. People searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person was there,

in a dimly lit place.

Yujiaao Chen Xishan

The front gate of Jiuling Peak leans alone. The frown hurts and the heart breaks. The beauty in pink is sad and farewell. What's the point of love?

Mountain climbing and facing water every year. Always remember that we came together and now we are alone. The lone boat floats in the lake light at night. The fading grass and the setting sun are infinitely meaningful.

Who wants to send it? The water of West Lake is the tears of lovesickness.

Jiang Chengzi Qin Guan

The willows in Xicheng make spring soft. Move away from worries. The tears are hard to hold back. I still remember how sentimental I was and how I once returned to the boat. What happened that day at Biye Zhuqiao?

No one was seen and the water flowed empty.

Time is not reserved for young people. Hate Yoyo. When will you rest? When the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, I climb up the stairs. Even the spring river is full of tears.

There is no end to the tears, and there are many sorrows.

A Cluster of Flowers by Zhang Xian

When did Gao Huaiyuan become poor? Nothing is as strong as love. The sorrow of separation is causing thousands of threads to be in chaos, and the wind and rain are flying in the east road.

The horses are getting farther and farther away, and the dust is constantly collecting. Where can I find the trace of Lang?

The water in Shuangyuan Pond is soluble. The north and south are connected by Xiaoradi. After dusk in the Ladder Heng Hua Pavilion, it was still the slanting moonlight curtain.

Thinking about it deeply is not as good as peaches and apricots, but it is better to marry the east wind.