Ancient poems that write about love, ancient poems that write about love

Queqiao Immortal Xianyun Trick".

The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

Huanxi Sha, who reads the west wind is cool alone".

Who reads that the west wind is cool alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, and ponders the past and sets up the sun.

was shocked by the wine, and slept heavily, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of teaAt that time, it was just ordinary.

Jiangchengzi Yimao first month 20th night dream".

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Jin Se "Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

The white head is as white as snow on the mountain, as bright as the moon between the clouds.

Wen Jun has two intentions, so he decided to break up.

Today's wine fight, Mingdan ditch head.

On the ditch, the ditch water flows from east to west.

Sad and miserable, there is no need to cry when you get married.

I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated.

The bamboo pole is curling, and the fish tail is so curling!

Men are heavy-minded, why use money knives!

Five Songs of Reflection: The Fourth

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king.

The night rain sends north. Jun asked that the return date was not scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan rose in the autumn pool.

He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Touching the Fish, Yanqiu Ci" Yuan asked.

Ask the world, what is love, and the direct religion promises life and death?

There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times.

Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children.

You should have said: Stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, who does the shadow go to?

Hengfen Road, lonely when the drums, the smoke is still flat.

The soul is a little more groaning, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind.

The sky is also jealous, and the warblers and swallows are all loess.

Through the ages, in order to stay for the people, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu.

Fortune Operator" Li Zhiyi.

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.

Every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River.

When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end?

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

"On the evil", I want to know you and live a long life.

There are no mountains and no tombs, and the rivers are exhausted. Thunder and tremors in winter, rain and snow in summer.

Heaven and earth are together, but dare to be with the king.

The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king. For Yipin, people are haggard, and the clothes and belts are gradually widened, and they will not regret it. Ruthless is not as affectionate as bitterness, and an inch is still tens of millions of wisps.

The bonus is easy to decay like Langyi, and the water flow is infinite like nong's sorrow. Affectionate and hateful since ancient times, good dreams are the easiest to wake up.

The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever. Open up Hongmeng, who is the love species? It's all just for the love of the wind and the moon.

I don't know that my soul is broken, and there are dreams with me. Except for the moon on the horizon, no one knows that ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, and nowhere to talk about desolation. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy, and the wind is in a hurry at night.

Tonight I seem to be drunk admiring the moon, only to see the bright moon and stars sleeping; Where to find the bright moon tomorrow, only a shadow will accompany you in this life. , the next seat sends the hook spring wine warm, and the Cao shoots the wax lamp red. Yu listened to the drum and responded to the official, and went to the Malan platform to turn the tent.

Holding melancholy thoughts, relying on distant worries alone, looking for seven years of lost traces, with affection and affection, and missing from the intestines. There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking. This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Xiao Xuan window, dressing up, looking at each other without words, only a thousand tears.

One is Langyuan Xianbao, and the other is beautiful jade and flawless. If you say that there is no fate, you will meet him again in this life; If you say that there is a strange fate, how can you end up talking about it? The more you want to know if you have forgotten, the more you will remember, I have heard people say that when you can no longer have it, the only thing you can do is to make yourself not forget.

Love is suitable, don't be aggrieved, as long as you are casual, don't put too much pressure on each other, and don't believe in perfect love, in fact, you just need to know that no one is perfect, everyone will have shortcomings, a simple loveliness is enough, a kind of life is real. The following is an ancient poem about writing love that I have compiled for you, welcome to read.

[Chapter 1: "Breaking the Huanxi Sand"].Nalan Xingde (Qing).

The wind flocculent remnants have turned into a ping, and the mud lotus has just lingered. Cherish a petal of incense and remember the previous life.

People are affectionate and affectionate, and now they are really regretful and affectionate. When I went to the place where I looked back at my broken intestines, I stole zero tears.

[Part 2: "Ying Tianchang"].Wei Zhuang (Tang) don't come to the half-year-old sound book, an inch out of the intestines and tens of thousands of knots.

It's hard to see, it's easy to say goodbye, and it's like snow.

Dark lovesickness, nowhere to say, melancholy night to smoke and moon.

Thinking about this time, tears stained red sleeves.

[Part 3: "Sauvignon Blanc: Part 1"].Li Bai (Tang) Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an.

Luo Wei and autumn cry Jinjing, the slight frost is bleak and cold.

The lonely lamp was overwhelmed, and he rolled up his curtains and sighed at the moon sky.

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds!

There is a long sky above the green and dark, and there are waves of water below.

The sky is long, the soul is far away, and the dream soul is difficult to pass the mountain.

Sauvignon Blanc, heartbreaking!

[Chapter 4: "Old Title Su Wushi: Married as Husband and Wife"].

Anonymous (Han) married as husband and wife, and there is no doubt about love.

Joy is in tonight, grace and good time.

The husband is on the road, and he looks at the night.

The ginseng is gone, go and resign.

The march is on the battlefield, and there is no time to see each other.

Shake hands and sigh, tears are goodbye.

Try to love Chunhua, don't forget the joyful time.

Life should come back, death should be Sauvignon Blanc.

[Chapter 5: "Linjiang Immortal"].Yan Jidao (Song).

After the dream, the stairs are locked, and the curtain hangs low when you wake up. When the spring hatred came last year, the falling flowers were independent, and the swifts flew together.

I remember the first time Apple saw her, and she was very angry. The pipa strings say that acacia, when the bright moon was there, and the clouds returned.