Help me write an ancient essay about love, a little less, like a poem of my own creation

Sijun also (original).

Changfeng took pity on the wine, hating not to startle the birds.

This intention is difficult but the place where the flowers are pulled, and the growth is separated from the sorrow on the lonely smoke.

Non-envy butterflies linger and dance, I read the monarch and walk alone.

It is difficult to get rid of the three mountains, and it is difficult to dream at night.

The peach blossoms bloomed and thanked him, and Mengjun suddenly woke up in front of the red candle.

Although it is difficult to be in love from afar, who misses the cuckoo in the boudoir.

Knowing the Qingjiang song in the middle of the night, drinking the Qingjiang boat is leisurely.

If you hear this book outside the Qingjiang River, there is no other thing but hatred and resentment.

Zhijun went to Rongji thousands of miles away, and Yinshu cut off the jade door insurance.

Listening to the tide with the moon, how can this sound disappear in the willow sky.

Shengrong and flowers have been in late spring, and he has no choice but to say to himself by the river.

I want to return to the goose to send books, and I only look forward to looking back.

Shengsheng Spring Mountain looks at the spring moon, and he is in front of the king.

Xing'er suddenly dreamed of juvenile things, but Fuxiao woke up and cried.

Hide the head. I hate this life for a long time, and who knows the pain in my dreams at night. If there is no acquaintance to accompany this life, there is no intention of happiness in this life."

Note: This is what I posted on the cat pounce before. You can check it out ...

Affectionate hatred since ancient times, this hatred lasts forever,

Lu Bunian sighed nostalgic for the past and the present.

Since ancient times, it has been difficult to export, and the hero's halberd draws the gun.

Abandon Ding to Dong contempt and affection, and enjoy the wind and rain to break the ancient boat.

Ten years of life and death.

Vast. Don't think about it, it's unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, none.

The words are bleak. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your hair is like frost.

Come and dream at night. Xiaoxuan window, positive.

Toilet. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. Expected to be a year.

The place where the intestines are broken, the bright moon night, the short Matsuoka.

--Jiang Chengzi "Su Shi".

This is Su Shi's mourning for his deceased wife Wang Fu. Wang Fu is Su Shi's wife, who married 19-year-old Su Shi at the age of 16. Wang Fu is smart and humble, knowledgeable and reasonable.

After marriage, whenever Su Shi was studying, she would accompany her and never go all day long; Su Shi occasionally forgot, so she reminded her. The two are affectionate and very affectionate. The two have been together for eleven years, and Wang Fu died of illness when he was 27 years old.

Let's use Tennyson's "In Memoriam", heavy sadness and undying love.

Come to me, when I am twilight, my blood is declining, and my nerves are tingling;

When my heart feels heavy and numb, when all the functions of life are numb.

Please come to my side when my senses.

afflicted by the pain that overwhelmed the faith;

And time is like a madman scattering dust, and life is like a revenge shooting the goddess of Qingdou spewing flames.

Please come to my side when I am faithful.

It has been depleted, and people are like flying insects in the spring.

After laying eggs, they bite and hum, weave into a small cocoon and wait for death.

Come to me to the edging, to mark the end of life's struggle when I pass away, to point to the dawn of eternal white light on the dark edge of life.

Red Window Listening, Deep Love Sleepless all night just fell asleep, the moon outside the window, quietly approaching the curtain cracks. The silver light stayed in front of the bed for a long time, listening to the gentle spring.

Mutual affection in different places, often reminiscing, whispering, deep and meaningful. It is difficult to gather in this life, and I hope to give birth to dragons and phoenixes in the future.

Like a dream, holding hands with the Hunan curtain and raining, a petal of heart fragrance is still there.

Also read lotus flower tour, the willow by the lake.

Hand in hand, red sleeves, give me pearls?

Sad, why not forget, since there is no fate, why do you need to oath, today's variety, like water without a trace, Ming Dynasty and tomorrow, you are no stranger

The heart is like a double wire net, there are thousands of knots, and the night is over, and the east window is not white.

My Purple Years: Memories.

When. Your back is stained with sadness by the setting sun.

When. You're no longer with me.

When. My purple years are dead because of you.

My Purple Years of Silence.

The plum blossom in front of the window is very fragrant.

Excuse me. I can't smell this fragrance alone.

Because you're farther away than the horizon.

My Purple Years · Dreams.

I always see you in my dreams.

Ethereal eyes.

Follow your figure.

But suddenly he woke up from a dream.

Leave you. It's true.

I'm sorry. My Purple Years Chronicle Mo.

You said that a long time ago.

You'll send me a bouquet of roses.

But this promise is too ethereal.

All I had was your staccato voice flying in my head.

Now I may make a promise.

You'll see me.

In a large field of flowers.

I'm sorry. I want to see you.

This is what I wrote before, and I posted it on Tieba.