Lotus leaves hate life in spring when they are born, and hate life in autumn when they are dry.
2 Dai Shulun's lovesickness.
Hate the gums full of jade, hate the golden hairpin and phoenix stocks.
3 honey senders
Cold and sentimental, but don't hate life in spring.
I gave it to my neighbor's daughter (one was sent).
You can spy out why Song Yu hates Wang Chang.
5 Bai Juyi's Zaju "Langtaosha"
Hate is not as good as believing, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep.
6 Bai Juyi enjoys the moon in Mid-Autumn Festival
Wan Li's light is incredible, and it's hard to travel around the world.
7 Li He's fishing poems
Zhan Ziqing is infinite, and Longyang hates it.
Eight-article Xi Chunci
A hundred tongues ask flowers and flowers without saying a word, and low back seems to hate the rain in the horizontal pond.
9 Liu Meihua falls
Young women are like this, and the Great Wall hates not being poor.
10 Two Poems by Jia Zhichun
Don't worry about the east wind, but spring can make you hate for a long time.
1 1 Chang Jian four songs.
Men and women have been separated, and the landslide ghosts cry and hate the general.
12 Du's two problems in Anxian.
How many violets depend on each other and hate each other, looking back at the west wind for a while.
13 Four Songs of Huaqing Palace in Wuqing
I can't hear a feather coat song, but I still hate the murmur of water.
14 Lishi
The Yellow River flows eastward 10%, so when can the battlefield bury hatred?
15 Yuan Zhen Gu Jue Word
Can't split in two, hate two lovesickness.
Life hates wild cranes coming home late, and death hates chickens knowing the season.
16 Autumn Night in Zhangjishan
I've hated Xifeng's fellow herbalists all my life.
17 Wei Tomb-Sweeping Day remembers his brother.
I just hate being a good girl, kissing my face and spending this glorious year.
18 Qingming in Jiangnan, Zheng Zhun
Travel far and hate the wind for a night, and the light will accompany the wine.
19 Liu listened to Zheng
More into a few heavy parting hate, Jiangnan Qilu Luoyang City.
20 Untitled Poems by Qian Qi Jiang Hang 100 (one by Xie Qian)
Only those who are good at dancing today don't hate sending balconies.
Since ancient times, I have been considerate of my guests. I hate the river beach.
You miss smoke and water, but you hate longsha.