Seeking love poetry is preferably ancient

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

The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder shakes the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are together, and they dare to be with the king!

This is a love song in the folk song "Rao Song" of Han Yuefu, which is a warm confession of an infatuated woman to her lover, and it is very ingenious in art. The protagonist of the poem swore to the sky and bluntly expressed the wish of "knowing each other with the king and living a long life", and then turned to the ink from the perspective of "never with the king", which is more affectionate than tiling. The protagonist envisions three sets of peculiar natural variations as a condition for "being with the king":

There are no mountains and no tombs, and the rivers are exhausted" - the mountains and rivers are gone; "Thunder and earthquake in winter, rain and snow in summer" - the four seasons are reversed; "Heaven and Earth Together" - Return to the chaotic world again. These assumptions are more absurd and more bizarre than the other, and they simply cannot happen. This emphasizes the protagonist's unswerving love so much that the possibility of "breaking off with the king" is fundamentally excluded.

This unique lyrical approach accurately expresses the absolutist psychology that is unique to people in love. Affectionate whimsy is indeed a "god of short chapters".

Yue Ren Song. Tonight, the boat is in the middle of the stream. Today, I have to be in the same boat with the prince. Shame is good, not shameful. The heart was annoyed and unstoppable, and learned that the prince. The mountains have trees and branches (know), and the heart is happy.

You can take a look at the ...... of "Huanzhu Gege".Because I don't know either!

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Don 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.

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King Qian Biao of Wuyue Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms Period.

After the husband and wife quarreled, the wife returned to her parents' house and wrote a love letter to her wife, which can be called a classic.

The flowers bloom on the mo, and they can slowly return".

Wife, the flowers in the field are blooming, and you can come back. But don't worry, you look at the scenery and walk slowly, I'm not urging you to come back, of course it's better for you to come back soon.

Dream Jiangnan, Untitled, Night Rain Sent to the North, Drunken Yin Flower, Wulingchun, Guan Ju, Pu Jia, Queqiao Immortal, Bamboo Branch Words.

Do you usually pay attention to the ten ancient love poems? How much do you know about the Ten Ancient Love Poems? The following is a collection of ten ancient love poems that I have compiled for you, I hope it will be helpful to you.

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.

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.

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.

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

The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder shakes the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are together, and they dare to be with the king!

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.

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, endure the return of the Magpie Bridge! If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight!

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.

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.

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.

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.