Asking for sentimental love poems has good points

Li Shangyin's "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.

Untitled Li Shangyin.

It is empty words to disappear, and the moon is inclined upstairs for five watches.

Dreams are far away, and books are urged to become ink.

Wax shines half a cage of gold jadeite, musk slightly embroidered hibiscus.

Liu Lang already hated Pengshan far away, and he was even more separated by Pengshan by 10,000 weights.

Untitled Li Shangyin.

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

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

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.

Untitled Li Shangyin.

Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the painting building and the east of Guitang.

There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of clarity in the heart.

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.

The night rain sent north Li Shangyin.

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.

Night night just came.

I couldn't resist.

Unstoppable.

The air is humid.

Impregnated with my gaze.

Inch by inch into my feelings.

Memorize thoughts.

It feels damp.

Memories without tears.

The mind is old.

I just did it over and over again.

Miss you, miss you.

There is a lover named Yingzhi.

She is in the east of the river, and her heart is higher than the sky.

Her life is worse than the wind.

Zeng was sad and regretful.

He once laughed at life and hurt himself.

He once wandered away and masochistically.

I once wanted to be proud and wanted to love.

She is like a rigid shape, and her nature is like water.

The mouth is like a sharp arrow, and the heart is like duckweed.

Seek heaven and earth and have nowhere to go.

Look at the sun, moon and stars and ask for nothing.

Nothing to follow.

There is a lover on the east side of the river.

If you ask who this person is.

She had looked at the gods.

She had a happy and a sad life.

When she came, she rang Luo Yi and did not enter.

Hidden light and not ahead.

Think about it in the middle of the step.

Follow the promenade and return.

She went to leave the remaining greasy makeup and dewed.

I was once ecstatic because of the past.

I used to be alone because of my dreams.

If you ask who this person is.

It is Sanxiang Yingzhi also.

Evil. I want to know you.

Longevity.

There is no mountain in the mountains. The river is exhausted.

Winter thunder and earthquakes. Summer rain and snow.

Heaven and earth and. Dare to be with the king.

Before falling in love, maybe we had met, every moment of meeting is the future, even if one day we are separated, the end of the world is still together, this is the best encounter in life, since there is no way, we kiss to separate...

My Dada's horse's hooves are a beautiful mistake, and I am not a returnee, but a passerby......

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1. You're not there when I need you most. So. Later days. You don't have to be there anymore.

2. If one day. I don't smile at you anymore. Please remember. You never asked me if I was happy.

3. Feelings will never go according to the pattern you set, and once you are on the passive side, you will become very pathetic.

4. Don't always walk behind me, okay, I'm afraid that you will disappear as soon as I turn around.

5. Don't be afraid to do something wrong, even if it's wrong, don't be upset, life is right and wrong, not to mention that there are many things, looking back, right or wrong doesn't matter.

6. Accompany you through this section of the road, and you will also become the road I pass by.

7. If you laugh once, I can be happy for days; But when you cry once, I'm sad for years.

8. I will miss you, every step of the way.

9. A faint sadness spread throughout the autumn, as if pouring out the sorrow of a season of waiting, like crying and complaining.

10. There are many things in life, and what can be forgotten is called the past, and what cannot be forgotten is called memory.

1. Think about it several times, and be willing to love each other! --Hu shi.

2. Recalling the past, the east wind blew through a hanging curtain, and the eyebrows were sad. --Liu is so.

3. Meiying is sparse, the ice melts and leaks, and the east wind is getting stronger. --Qin Guan.

4. The willow tops on the moon, people are about after dusk. - Zhu Shuzhen's "Mountain Cha".

5. In the nostalgia place, Lan Zhou urged. Holding hands and looking at each other with teary eyes, they didn't say a word. --Liu yong.

6. Dreams are difficult to come true, and hatred is difficult to peace. There is no way to worry about people and don't like to hear it, and the empty steps drop to the light. --Longevity Sauvignon Blanc.

7. The incense is not in the stamen, the incense is not in the calyx, and the bones are fragrant. - Pei Bu's "Salt Horn".

8. The streamer is easy to fall, red cherries, green plantains. --A Cut Plum "Jiang Jie.

9. The rain washes the autumn and the people are light. —Osprey.

10, if you don't meet heaven and man, you can't see it, and you will empathize with your aunt. - Lu Bicheng's "Huanxi Sha".

11. Alone by the railing, infinite rivers and mountains, sometimes easy to see and sometimes difficult. Flowing water falls and flowers go in spring, heaven and earth. - "Waves and Sands" Li Yu.

12. Xianchi Pavilion. Although the mountains are there, the brocade book is difficult to support. Puppies, puppies. --Lu You's "Phoenix".

13. The night is long and the love is thin, and the beginning of spring is lovesick. --Jiang Kui's Tasha line.

14, Jiangzhou Sima, green shirts are wet with tears, and they are at the end of the world. - Wu Ji, "The Full Moon".

15. Traveling through the world, people in dreams, and old pavilions. --Wenting-style fishing.

16. The crowd looked for him thousands, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. --Xin Qiji, "Qingyun Case".

Li Qingzhao's words are fresh and euphemistic, his feelings are sincere, and he presents different characteristics based on the changes in life in the Northern Song Dynasty and the Southern Song Dynasty. In the early stage, it reflects the life and feelings of the boudoir, the natural scenery is not sorrowful, beautiful and bright. Later, because of the death of her husband and the pain of losing the country, the poems became desolate and sad, expressing nostalgia and mourning and strong thoughts of the country.

The lips are lonely and deep, and the soft intestines are sorrowful. Cherish the spring and spring, and what time is it to urge flowers and rain.

Leaning all over the bar, it's just emotionless! Where are the people? Even the sky is declining, and the way back is cut off.

Tap the lips and kick the swing, get up and straighten the slender hands. Lunon is thin, thin and sweaty, and light and transparent.

Seeing the guests coming in, the socks slipped and walked away. Leaning on the door and looking back, he sniffed the green plums.

Huanxi Sha Mo Xu cup is deep and amber is thick, and it melts before it becomes drunk, and it should be late to the wind.

Rui brain incense dispels the soul and dreams, dispels the cold golden bun and pine mustaches, and wakes up to the candle red.

The idle windows of the Huanxi Sha courtyard are deep, the heavy curtains are not rolled up and the shadows are deep, and the building is speechless and Yaoqin.

Yuanxiu out of the mountain to urge the twilight, the drizzle blows the rain to make the light shade, and the pear blossoms are afraid of thanks.

Huanxi sand is faint in the spring and cold days, the jade furnace is sinky and smoky, and the dream is hidden in the mountain pillow.

Haiyan will fight grass in the future, Jiangmei has passed the willow and is wet, and the rain is wet at dusk.

Huanxi sand bun hurts the spring and combs more, the evening breeze courtyard falls at the beginning of the plum, the light clouds come and go to the moon sparsely, the jade duck Xun furnace is idle and the brain is idle, the Zhu Ying bucket tent covers the tassel, and the rhino also solves the cold nothing.

Huanxi sand embroidery curtain Furong smiled, slanted the treasure duck kissed the cheeks, and the eye waves were guessed.

On the one hand, the style is deep and rhyme, the half-note is coquettish and hateful, and the moon moves and the shadow of the flower comes again.

The first two sentences are one work: "The beautiful face of the hibiscus smiled, and the oblique flying duck lined the cheeks." The voice is slow and searching, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be in a hurry late? The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

Yellowfare flowers are piled up all over the ground. Haggard and damaged, who can pick it up now? Guarding the window, how can you be born dark alone?

The sycamore is more drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a one, the word is worried!

complained that the night came to be drunk and the makeup was late, and the plum calyx was inserted into the stump branches. The wine wakes up and smokes the spring sleep, and the dream is broken.

People are quiet, the moon is still around, and the green curtains are hanging. More remnants, more fragrant, more time.

The Bodhisattva returned to the Hong, and the clouds were broken, and the snow fell from the back window. The bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin head is light.

The sound of the horn prompts the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the bullfight. It is difficult to see flowers in spring, and the west wind leaves the old cold.

The Bodhisattva is brute and soft, and the spring is still early, and the jacket is in a good mood at first glance. Sleep slightly cold, plum blossom sideburns remnants.

Where is your hometown? Forget unless drunk. When Shen Shui is lying down, it burns, and the incense and wine are not gone.

Good things are close to the wind and the flowers are deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. After the begonia blooms, it is the spring season.

The wine is singing and the jade is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, and it cries even more.

Qingping Le is in the snow every year, often inserting plum blossoms to get drunk, and there is no good intention to smash the plum blossoms, and win full of tears!

This year, Xiao Xiao has two temples. Look at the late wind, so it should be difficult to see plum blossoms.

Jiang Chengzi - Su Shi.

Ten years of life and death.

Don't think about it, it's 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.

Come and dream at night.

Xiao Xuan window, dressing.

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.

Yu Linling, Liu Yong (Song).

The cicada is poignant. On the long pavilion late, the showers first rested.

The capital tent has no clue, and the nostalgia and the blue boat are urging.

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times. Even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival.

Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.

This past year should be a good day and a good time.

Even if there are thousands of styles, who to say.

Slow voice: Li Qingzhao (female).

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe.

Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be in a hurry late? The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

Yellowfare flowers are piled up all over the ground. Haggard and damaged, who can pick it up now? Guarding the window, how can you be born dark alone?

The sycamore is more drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a one, the word is worried!

First, it's best not to see each other, so that you don't fall in love.

Second, it's better not to know each other, so that you don't love each other.

Thirdly, it is better not to be accompanied, so that you do not owe each other.

Fourth, it is better not to cherish each other, so that you can not remember each other.

Fifth, it is better not to love each other, so that you can not abandon each other.

Sixth, it is better not to be relative, so that we can not meet.

Seventh, it is better not to be wrong, so that there is no loss.

Eighth, it is better not to allow each other, so that there can be no continuity.

Ninth, it is better not to depend on each other, so that they can not be together.

Tenth, it is better not to meet, so that we can not meet.

But if you have seen each other, you will know each other, and when you have not seen each other.

Ande and Jun are absolutely anon, and they are exempt from teaching life and death to be lovesick.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan? Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

Lishan whispered in the middle of the night, and the night whispered and the bells continued. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day.

Interpretation: The first time we met, how did I meet Bo Xingjin Yilang, and I wished to be on the same day. All the time, all the time, are happy.

Even if there are some unsatisfactory places, I am willing to accept it, because I have a longing, so I believe that everything will only get better and better. All the difficulties are insignificant, the stars in the sky are all lost in front of you, my world is not me, it is all you.

Affectionate nostalgia is a beautiful trance, and what I remember is happiness, at that moment, it seems that time has gone back and flowers are blooming.

Tenderness and touching, longing and sweetness, it turns out that it is just the first time to meet. The tide is born and the tide is extinguished, the vicissitudes of the sea, and the world has changed. Hope it helps.

Love is the heartbeat of the first encounter.

Love is a hundred turns and thousands of times and still worry.

Love is the comfort of counting the stars with you at night.

Love is meticulous care.

Love is an all-powerful way to bear and give.

Love is a vigorous mixed feeling affair.

Love is tinkering in bumps.

Love is the boundless longing in front of the window in a foreign land.

Love is the happiness that can be relied on in the distant city.

Love is a hot cup of coffee on a cold winter night.

Love is a smile full of smiles for you when the spring flowers bloom.

Love is the joy of having you in the cup!

Affectionate hatred since ancient times, good dreams are the easiest to wake up, and when the ends of the earth are endless, this hatred lasts forever.

It is said to be the sorrow of the lonely autumn, and it is said to be the acacia of the distant sea.

If someone asks me about my troubles, I dare not say your name.

I dare not name you, if anyone asks me about my troubles.

It is said that it is the acacia of the vast sea, and it is said that it is the sorrow of the lonely autumn.