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1. Love poems about Wei

Love poems about Wei 1. Some poems about love

Love poems 1. I hope you will pick more of this. Things are most loved by each other.

--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. Love Poems 2. 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.

Love Verses 3. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It means there is no sunshine but sunshine. --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. Love Verses 4. 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. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.

Love Verses 5. 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. Love Verses 6. 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.

Love Verses 7. I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. --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 to answer the official questions, and walked around Malantai. Love Verses 8. This love can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that 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 recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time! Love Verses 9. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? --Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty Night rain sent to the north. You asked about the return date but it was not yet scheduled. The night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond.

How can I cut off the candles from the west window and say it rains at night in Bashan? Love Verses 10. The flowers bloom and must be broken, but don’t wait until there are no flowers left to break the branches.

--Du Qiuniang of the Tang Dynasty, Golden Threaded Clothes I advise you not to cherish your golden threaded clothes, but 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.

2. Poems about love

Guan Ju > Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island.

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.

Siyouyou.

3. Poems about love

I want to know you

The mountains have no edges, the heaven and the earth are in harmony, so I dare to be with you!

I wish to have the person of my heart and stay together forever. Han Dynasty; Zhuo Wenjun's "Baitou Yin"

How can I die if I succeed?

I am willing to be a mandarin duck but not an immortal. Tang Dynasty; Lu Zhaolin "Ancient Meaning of Chang'an"

No colorful phoenix flying wings

There is a clear understanding in the heart. Tang Dynasty; Li Shangyin

I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.

As time goes by, this hatred will last forever! Tang; Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"

It's hard 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. Tang Dynasty; Li Shangyin

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. Tang Dynasty; Yuan Zhen's "Lisi"

The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine. Tang Dynasty; Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poems"

In the heart of spring, don't let the flowers bloom

One inch of lovesickness and one inch of gray. Tang Dynasty; Li Shangyin

Candles are willing to say goodbye, and weep for others until dawn. Tang Dynasty; Du Mu's "Farewell"

Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches will appear in spring.

I hope you will pick more jie, this is the most lovesick thing. Wang Wei's "Acacia"

When the flowers are in bloom, they need to be broken, but don't wait until there are no flowers left to break the branches! Tang Dynasty Du Qiuniang's "Golden Threaded Clothes"

A branch of beautiful dew condenses with fragrance, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are in vain. Li Bai's "Qing Ping Tiao No. 2"

The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it at all. Song; Liu Yong's "Feng Qitong"

The past has become empty, still like a dream. Li Yu's "Midnight Song* How can I 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"

On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people make an appointment after dusk. Zhu Shuzhen's "Hanzha Zi"

When we see each other, it's as if we don't see each other, and if we are affectionate, we still seem to be heartless. Sima Guang "Moon over the Xijiang River"

When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love. "Spring in the Jade House"

The sky never grows old, but love never ends

The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it. Zhang Sheng's "Thousand Years Old"

Holding hands and looking into each other's tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times.

The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times.

Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them? ! Liu Yong's "Yulin Ling"

The flowers float and the water flows.

One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.

There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.

Searching and searching, deserted and miserable.

This time, how can you say "sorrow"? 〈Slow voice〉

Silently, I went up to the west building alone. The moon is like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.

Keep cutting. Still confused. It's separation. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart.

How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss. Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"

Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them.

In the small window, they are dressing up, looking at each other without saying anything, only a thousand lines of tears. Su Shi "Jiang Chengzi"

People looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, there was that person, in a dimly lit place. Xin Qiji "Qingyun Case * Yuanxi"

4. Poems about love

I want to know you and I will live forever. The mountains and Wuling rivers are exhausted. The thunder in winter shakes the rain and snow in summer. The heaven and earth merge. I dare to tell you that the autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost again.

When will we know each other when we miss each other, it is embarrassing at this time and this night. Entering the gate of my lovesickness, I am the only one suffering from lovesickness.

The long-term lovesickness brings long memories, but the short-term lovesickness is endless. If I had known that it would be such a stumbling block to people's hearts, how could I not have known each other before? The lingering thoughts of love, letting the rain sway, and not being afraid of life.

In a dream, I look at the sea like waves, my heart like a bright moon, and the snow like a gift from heaven.

You are enchanting and I will accompany you and never abandon you! When the invitation of life gradually turns from colorful to withered, the barren years will only become clearer day by day. My dear, there is only one so-called favorite, right? There is only one person in the world. If he has no soul, what are you going to do about it? If there is no eternity, why stay together forever? You can repeat your first love but not your passion. You can repeat your regrets but not your favorite. 12* How a flowering tree made you meet me. I have prayed for this in front of the Buddha for five hundred years at my most beautiful moment. The Buddha asked us to form a mortal bond. Then he turned me into a tree and grew it beside the road you must pass. It bloomed carefully in the sun and was filled with flowers. They were all my hopes in previous lives. When you come closer, please listen carefully to the trembling leaves. It is my passion for waiting, and when you finally pass by your friend who has fallen on the ground behind you indifferently, those are not flower petals, they are my withered heart. 13* Divination Operator----Li Zhiyi I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. .

I miss you day by day and don’t see you. I drink water from the Yangtze River. When will this water stop? When has this hatred ended? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.

The west wind is still shining, and the mausoleum of the Han Dynasty is in ruins. Sitting alone is also frowning. Guests from Chu want to hear Yao Se's complaints. Late at night in Xiaoxiang, when the moon is bright, I look for cinnamon seeds in the mountain temple in the middle of the moon. I look at the tide on my pillow in the county pavilion.

When will I come back again? I miss you so much, I hate you so much, and I hate you until you return home. People are leaning on the building in the bright moon. It is almost dusk in the season. I am bored and leaning against the door alone. I have passed all the thousands of sails but they are nothing. The slanting light is flowing and the water is long. The heart is broken in Bai Pinzhou. Don't return to your hometown before you are old. Returning home requires breaking your heart. I plan to marry you and rest for the rest of my life.

Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you can’t be ashamed. The moon is bright on the face, don’t cry at the dawn. There are too many words, but the love is not over. Looking back, I still remember: I remember the green skirt, and I pity the fragrant grass everywhere. I made a thousand wishes before my pillow, and I wanted to rest until the green mountains faded. I wanted him to come back early after conquering my husband, but he let me stand up and look into the blue clouds. I looked back with deep affection in secret.

The remaining two green trees. Riding on an elephant's back, people cross the water first. I often get sick and drink in front of the flowers every day. I don't hesitate to look at the beautiful face in the mirror and see how thin it is. No matter how many tears there are, there is no limit to hatred. I lean on the railing. I keep cutting, and the reason is still chaotic. This is the sorrow of separation.

There is no ordinary feeling in my heart. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. Don't lean on the railing alone. There are infinite rivers and mountains. It's easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others. Flowers fall in flowing water and spring is gone. It is difficult for slaves to come out in heaven and earth. I teach you to show mercy. After the lonely people in other lanes have dispersed, I hope that the remaining tobacco is in the doldrums.

The incense of the stove floats like a phoenix. Holding Luo Dai in the sky, I look back and hate you. Change my heart for yours, and then I know that we remember each other deeply. When will the green poplars and grasses stop? The tears in my eyes have already faded away. I was sick and tired of the fragrance in the past. Today, I am afraid of the bright moonlight. I lean alone high in the tower. The wine enters my sorrow, turning into tears of lovesickness. Tonight this year, the moonlight is like a train. This man has been thousands of miles away and my sorrow has broken. By being drunk.

Before the wine arrives, tears first come. The lamp is turned off and the pillow is turned off, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone.

Everyone is here to do this, with their eyebrows in their hearts, and there is no way to avoid it. When will Chunchun come back? Facing the evening mirror, the scenery is hurtful. The late memories of the past are empty and helpless. The flowers have fallen, and it seems that we have known each other. The swallows have returned. The fragrant path in the small garden is wandering alone. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation. The slanting light reaches the dawn and penetrates the Zhuhu household. I want to send colorful notes and rulers. The mountain is long. The vast water knows where to grow and hates the lack of entertainment, but is willing to love a daughter of gold with a light smile. I hold wine for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers. It rains and the wind blows wildly at the end of March.

The door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. The tears in my eyes ask the flowers without saying a word, and the red color flies away on the swing. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes endless, and the distance is endless like spring water. Every inch of the soft intestines, filled with pink tears, sings and sings disperse into the tourists, only to feel the spring sky. Gathering and dispersing are like a hurry, this hatred is endless.

This year’s flowers are redder than last year’s, but it’s a pity that next year’s flowers will be even better. I know who will send you home in the spring, and then send you home again. If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch the spring, tens of millions of spring flowers will live independently. The two swift swallows will fly together tonight, and only a few Yinggang will be illuminated. We may meet like in a dream, and the person comes too late, unforgettable, even the ruthless and heartbroken young people on the temples are pitiful. , The old man refuses to paint the hall just because of his lovesickness, the spring breeze is free and the poplar flowers are boundless for ten years, life and death are boundless, without thinking, the small xuan window is unforgettable, and he is dressing up.

Looking at each other without words, there are only thousands of tears. Looking closely, they are not poplars, but the dots are the tears of the departed people. They picked up all the cold branches and refused to live on them. There are few willows blowing on the cold branches of the lonely sandbank. There is no fragrance anywhere in the world. Everything comes to nothing with a snap of the fingers, the soul is broken, melancholy, nowhere to think, only dreams come and go, let alone fear, the river blocks the most intimate love, the sound leaks out, the shadow of the heartbroken flower sneaks into the strong person, the green and plain shadow, long-term wish to be with you, sigh Dreams, one by one, without any basis, I sit with the golden flowers in despair and look away with disgust, they should be fragrant skin, thin and thin, the plum blossoms are sparse, the ice is melting, the east wind is dark, the new year is changing, if the two love lasts for a long time, how can it last for a long time? In the morning and evening, the time is not reserved for young people. I hate it for a long time. When I have a break, I will do the spring river. The tears are endless and there are many worries. When will I see you again? There were cries in the sky above the sleeves, but the clouds fell and the rain dispersed. By the lantern, the east wind's tearful eyes will destroy a life of haggard, only a few dusk. The grass on the plains, the first dew, the old buildings and the new ridges are leaning against each other.

Lying on an empty bed and listening to the rain outside the south window, who will turn on the lamp to mend clothes at night? The place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. Passionate has been hurt by parting since ancient times, and it can't help but neglect the Qingqiu Festival. After all these years, it should be a good morning and a good scene in vain.

Even if I have a thousand love feelings, who can I tell you? After a song of Yangguan, the sound of heartbreak is gone, I am leaning on the railing alone. Did I know it would be bad? I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle. In the dim light of the grass-colored smoke, I couldn't say who would lean on the railing.

The clothes and belts become wider and wider, but they are not destroyed in the end, and people become haggard because of the beauty. The fragrance is not in the stamens, the fragrance is not in the calyx, the fragrance is deep in the bones, and the breadth is as wide as the spring. Who knows that Mrs. Wei is haggard and tired of Jiangnan travelers, it is unbearable to listen, hand in hand with the complicated strings, chanting the moon pavilion, and smelling the dew bridge Flute, meditating on the past, as if in a dream, the tears drop secretly. My hometown is far away. When will I be gone without the wings of a colorful phoenix, and my heart will be connected. If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be together day and night. Once the sea is difficult to make water, get rid of it. There are no clouds in Wushan! The crowd searched for her thousands of times, but when he suddenly looked back, he found that person in a dimly lit place.

The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.

The agreement between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together.

When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love. They become husband and wife, and there is no doubt about their love for each other.

Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, there is only love in life that cannot die. I wish to be a winged bird in heaven, and a twig on earth. Love is.

5. Verses describing beautiful love

In the water, the pulse is speechless------Nineteen ancient Chinese poems>

Raise your hands for a long time and work hard, and your two feelings will be together ----- Han Yuefu Folk Song>

Red beans are born in the south, and when spring comes, a few branches will grow. I hope you will pick more, this is the most lovesick thing ----- - Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty>

The man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to get green plums------Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty>

On the top of the willow branches in the moonlight, people made an appointment after dusk-- ----Ouyang Xiu of Song Dynasty>

Even if you don't think about it for a day, you will raise your eyebrows a thousand times------Liu Yong of Song Dynasty>

There is no colorful phoenix flying in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart. Yidiantong------Tang. Li Shangyin>

Last year, today in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red color. I don't know where the faces are, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze------Tang .Cui Hu>

The spring silkworms will not run out until their silkworms die, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up ------ Tang Dynasty. Li Shangyin>

The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, the way is There is no sunshine but there is sunshine? ------Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty>

Once upon a time, it was difficult to find water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud------Yuanzhen of the Tang Dynasty>

The poor blue sky above and the yellow spring below, the two He disappeared everywhere ------Tang. Bai Juyi>

From then on, he had no intention of loving the good night and let him go down to the west tower under the bright moon------Tang. Li Yi>

If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they be together day and night? ------Song Qin Guan>

In the sky, I would like to be a winged bird, and on the ground, I would like to be a branch ------ Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi>

6. Love Poems

It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight. ——Huang Jingren

On the top of a willow tree in the moonlight, people meet after dusk. ——Zhu Shuzhen

Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.

Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. ——Liu Yong

Life is a time to come back, and death is a time to remember each other.

Looking back on your direct love for you makes me burst into tears. ——Lu Tong

I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love. ——Li Zhiyi

Hold your son’s hand and grow old together with your son.

I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.

If you want to send a colorful note and a ruler, you will know where the mountains are and the rivers are. ——Yan Shu

Tenderness is like water, and good times are like dreams. ——Qin Guan

Since the king came out, the bright mirror and darkness cannot be cured. Missing you is like running water, there is no end to it. ——Xu Qian

The agreement between life and death is broad, as told by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together. ——Anonymous

Knowing my intention and feeling your pity, I need to ask God for this feeling. ——Li Yu

If you see a beautiful woman, you will never forget her. If you don’t see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy. ——Anonymous

7. Poems about love