Kneel and beg for ancient beautiful love poems!! Seeking ancient and beautiful verses!!

1. "I was not born, I was old".

I was not born, and I was old. You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.

I was not born, and I was old. Hate is not born at the same time, day by day with the king.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born. I am far from the end of the world, and you are separated from my cape.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born. Butterflies go to find flowers, and perch on fragrant grass at night.

2. "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. 3. "The Book of Poetry 6 1 Sao Feng 6 1 Drumming".

Beat the drum and use the soldiers. The city of the earth is Cao, and I travel south alone.

From Sun Tzu Zhong, Ping Chen and Song. I don't want to go, and I'm worried.

Where do you live? Lost his horse? What do you want? Under the forest.

Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

Yu is broad, not I live. Yu Xun Xi, I don't believe it.

Fourth, "The Evil".

Evil! I want to know you and live a long life.

There are no tombs in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder and earthquakes in winter, the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are combined, and you dare to be with you!

Fifth, "Xingxing Xingxing".

The line is re-lined, and the king is separated. More than 10,000 miles apart, each at the end of the world.

The road is blocked and long, and the meeting is safe. Humayi north wind, over the south branch of the bird's nest.

The days are far away, and the days of clothing and belts have slowed down. The clouds cover the day, and the wanderer does not care about returning.

Sijun makes people old, and the years are too late. Don't give up your donations, and try to add more food.

Sixth, "Queqiao Immortal" Qin Guan.

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 and there are countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, endure the return of the Magpie Bridge! If the two love for a long time, how can they be there, morning and twilight!

Seventh, "Yanqiu Ci" Yuan asked.

Ask what the love of the world is, and teach life and death to make a promise.

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 words, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, only the shadow to whom.

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. 8. "Butterfly Loves Flowers" Liu Yong.

Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy. In the grass-colored smoke and afterglow, there is no word who will rely on the column.

I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture, and I sing about wine, and I have no taste for it. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

There are too many sentences describing love in the poems, there are a few you can see:

Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart. [Sentences that can be used to express love for each other] are full of water, and the pulse is silent. [Although separated by a water, but far away from each other, expressing the joy of the two at present, but can not be together, expressing a kind of lovesickness, love, and grievances. ]

How long has it been like a spring dream? It seems that there is nowhere to find the clouds. [Bai Juyi wrote, which means that the other party is short when he comes and hurried when he goes].

There is no colorful phoenix and two flying swallows, and the heart is a little clear. [Tang Dynasty Li Shangyin] in the sky is willing to be a winged bird, in the earth is willing to be a branch. [Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, a metaphor for the steadfastness and focus of love] has to be compared to death, willing to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortal.

Tang Dynasty Lu Zhaolin poem Chang'an Ancient Meaning ] After parting, memories meet, and several soul dreams are with you. [Song Dynasty banquet a few written] people don't know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. [Written by Cui Hu in the Tang Dynasty to express his lovesickness and nostalgia for the girl].

Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman. Jagged wattles, left and right flowing.

My Fair Lady, I covet it. I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning.

Jagged wattles, picked left and right. My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano. Jagged wattle, left and right.

My Fair Lady, bells and drums.

Untitled" - It is difficult for Li Shangyin to say goodbye when he meets, 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.

1.Watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, with the clouds rolling in the sky.

2.Do you know, know or not, it should be green, fat, red and thin.

3.The autumn clouds do not disperse, and the frost flies late, leaving the dry lotus to listen to the sound of the rain.

4.Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sinking boat, and ten thousand trees were spring in front of the sick tree.

5.Red cherries, green plantains.

Tonight, what night, see this beloved.

Tibetan poems? If 5 points is less, I'll die a lot of brain cells. Ask for more Wu near the east river water close to the heart.

Thinking of the river and the dream of water are gradually clear.

I still wake up vaguely.

I drink my dreams as river water.

Love is whispering softly in a dream.

Do you know it, it's all waking up from a dream.

The foliage tree and the season of leaves, beautiful and short.

Even when the leaves fell, they looked sad.

Even the parting of the tree seemed deep.

But is it the tree's fault?

Or is it the free and easy of leaves?

Trees, leaves do not know.

Trees, the season of leaves.

Just like the season of you and me, beautiful and gorgeous.

Even the separation seems to be in a hurry.

But this. You, I don't know.

Your back is like the drift of a leaf, and I am silent with the tree at the same time.

Turn around and sigh.

The leaves don't know the meaning of the tree, and you don't know my heart.

Night ink.

This is actually a song I thought it was beautiful and wrote it down, which is pretty good, and you can also listen to the bamboo shadows in pairs, looking at each other.

The sheng song sounds, and the moon is desolate.

The transverse flute blows the snow, and the ten fingers are chaotic and the sun is slanting.

Red sleeves are injured, and incense is burned for recruits.

Streamer to, who remembers who is on the eyebrows.

The snow falls, and the moon is also incomparable.

Furong Fang, a smile pours the country and overwhelms the crowd.

Have you ever remembered trying on plum makeup?

The breeze is clear and the moon is clear, and the wind passes through the sparse forest.

Don't think about it, since you say goodbye, you hate the mountains and rivers.

The sub-rules are sung, and the golden clothes are raised.

The lips are dotted, for whom to dye the autumn frost.

The fireworks are hot, but the splendor is desolate.

Floating, hand-twisted acacia listening to the rain upstairs.

From one side, who pays the streamer for whom.

Why bother with a piece of red dust and resentment

There are many ancient love poems, and one of my favorite personal favorites is Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi: Ten Years of Life and Death".

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, from the unforgettable thousands of miles of lonely grave, nowhere to talk about desolation. The longitudinal state makes the encounter unrecognizable, dusty, and sideburns 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.

Recently, I was reading a poem "The Height of the Mountain" written by a female poet, the mountain is high, the moonrise is small, the moon is small, He Jiaojiao. I have thoughts in the original way, and I don't see each other for a day, and my heart is quiet.

Picking bitter and bitter, in the south of the mountain. Worried, how can it be embarrassing.

Your heart is strong, and my heart is icy and clean. Planned to form a hundred-year-old alliance, and suddenly became a farewell. Towards the clouds and twilight rain heart, thousands of miles of acacia excite the source of the bright moon.