The more poignant poems don t want everyone to know

Thousands of ice cliffs, snow lotus flowers, pieces like stars and rain.

Listen to whom? Exposed throat Xiao tube, ten fingers moss, few blowing new songs. The figure is fat and thin, the jade toad is round and lacking, and Kunlun is snowing.

How? Pour the Beidou obliquely, drink the Milky Way, and get drunk with the bright moon. The wind comes overnight, the heart is like a mulberry leaf, and it is the season of flowers.

Not many people should know about it in one book.

Like a dream, Li Qingzhao.

Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine.

I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same.

Did you know? Did you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

Dotted lips Li Qingzhao.

Lonely and deep, 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.

Zhang Xian's three shadows "'clouds break through the moon and flowers make shadows', 'curtain rolls flower shadows', and 'fallen flocculents are light and shadowless'".

Sauvignon Blanc] Li Yu Li Yu.

One heavy mountain, two heavy mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke and water are cold, and the acacia maple leaf is dan.

The flowers are blooming, the flowers are left, the geese are flying high, and the wind and the moon are idle.

Crying in the dark night] Li Yulin thanked Chunhong, too hurried, helpless to come to the cold rain and the wind at night.

Rouge tears, leaving people drunk, when is it heavy, since people grow and hate water Changdong.

Su Shi: Ten years of life and death, two boundless, unthinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Li He: I have a lost soul and can't recruit the rooster to sing the world white.

What kind of thing do you want...

First of all, I recommend Li Yu's later works. Two songs of "Seeing Joy", four songs of "Sauvignon Blanc", two songs of "Poppy Beauty", "Waves and Sands", "Qingping Le" and so on.

Then some of Li Shangyin's love poems.

There is also Li Qingzhao, Su Shi also has some, but Su Shi's style is more comprehensive, and you need to screen it yourself.

Nalan's is okay, not much to see.

By the way, most of the fish are very good.

I'll give you a few of the songs I wrote.

Like a dream, Mengshan Mountain travels to the dawn fog and thick clouds and thin curtains, and there are countless frost forests. Walking on the bluestone is just like the road ahead of the old dust. As before, as before, go back and listen to the wind and rain.

Fortune operator, pear blossom, bright jade pear, with rain and thin fragrance. A tree is like snow in the spring breeze, and the light moon dissolves and sparse shadows. If you don't know if the flowers fall, people go to Nong Duprovince. When the three watches were dreamless, the tears were colder than the pear blossoms.

Drunken flowers are full of red wounds, and the smoke willow is on the road. The hands were speechless, and Xiaoxiao Yu complained about his sorrows. Back then, he smiled at the spring breeze and made Zhou Lang Gu. Shen groaned suddenly, snubbed the green yarn, and the moon was stationed in the west building.

Writing about ten years of hardship, Ren Piaozero, speechless on the sound of hatred.

How dare you complain when you go to the wind, and when you come, it is even more shocking when you come like a dream.

The origin of ambition to reward confidants, why bother to love the moon.

Even if you participate in business, you don't regret it, how can you be timid in your life.

Erlang God with wind sleeves, sharp bones, three spring sick wine. Drunk eyes look at the lilac knot whisper, now it is, weak red remnant willow. Zhenyi forbearance went to Yan Shan, staggered, and turned his head away with wild laughter.

With stubbornness, sinking spirit, looking forward to the situation is still the same. Lament? A thousand mountains in January, a white-clothed dog.

Count a few degrees of dust and smoke into overturning, see you again today, the slanting sun with wisps. This love is left to be remembered by the deceased, and it is allowed to be composed, and the song is far away. Or meet on the dream road, pitch without words, and the night is cool and thin.

The wind enters the pine, and the moon smells the ice wheel, and it goes through a few ups and downs. The crying and sad place in the past is now, and there is no trace of the geese. A night of smoke and rain, climb to see the dusk.

The wind is light and the clouds are light, who is spring, and the dark color is early in the morning. The poems are full of wonder, chanting, and some souls. smiled even more at the rising sun, and the white clothes were indifferent to the dust.

Butterflies love flowers.

The threshold chrysanthemum is sorrowful, the smoke and orchid are crying, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows are flying away.

The bright moon does not know how to leave hatred and bitterness, and the slanting sun wears through Zhu Hu to dawn.

Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and went up to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world.

If you want to send color notes and rulers, you know where the mountains and rivers are.

Li Yu, Li Qingzhao, Liu Yong, Wen Tingyun, and Nalan Rongruo are all good. Poignancy is just a label, what you really care about is the fit of your heart.

Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi. Ten Years

Nalan Xingde's "Drinking Water Words" and "Painting Hall Spring".

All eyes are broken ice and snow--- Liu Yuxi's "Peach Blossom Spring".

Since then, I have no intention of loving the night, and let it go down to the west building under the bright moon. -Li Yi It's too late to write about love and self-hatred, and I have seen it in previous years. -Du Mu said goodbye to the poem, and the belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and made people haggard for Yi. -Liu yong.

Ask the world, what is love, and teach life and death. -Yuan Hao asked Yanqiu words were once difficult for the sea to water, except for Wushan is not a cloud. Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king. —Tang Yuanzhen.

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. —Tang Li Shangyin.

The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi. -Liu yong.

The heart of spring is full of flowers, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray. —Li Shangyin.

Endless lovesick blood and tears throw red beans, and spring willows and spring flowers are full of paintings. Cao Xueqin didn't know that her soul was broken, and she had a dream with her. Except for the moon on the horizon, no one knows. Wei Zhuang is lovesick all day long, haggard for you, and a hundred flowers. Wen Tingyun.

When does the poplar grass rest? Tearful eyes and sad intestines have been broken first (Qian Wei played "Jade Mansion Spring") In the past, I was sick and tired of Fang Bottle, but today Fang Bottle is afraid of shallowness (Qian Wei played "Jade House Spring") Mingyue Lou is high and leans alone, and the wine enters the sad intestines and turns into lovesick tears (Fan Zhongyan's "Su Mu Sha") Every year and tonight, the moon is like practice, and it is a thousand miles of people (Fan Zhongyan's "Royal Street Walk") The sad intestines have been broken and there is no reason to get drunk. Before the wine arrived, it turned into tears.

The residual light is turned off and the pillow is extinguished, and the taste of lonely sleep is exhausted. All came to this matter, between the eyebrows, there was no plan to avoid each other (Fan Zhongyan's "Royal Street Travel") When will you send Chunchun back? Evening mirror, sad flow scene, the late empty memory province of the past (Zhang Xian's "Heavenly Fairy") Helplessly, the flowers fell, the familiar Yan returned, and the small garden incense path wandered alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sha") The bright moon does not know the bitterness of hatred, and the oblique light wears Zhu Hu (Yan Shu's "Butterfly Love Flower") I want to send color notes and rulers, and the mountains and rivers know where (Yan Shu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers").

Longxi Tour.

Chen Tao swore to sweep away the Huns without regard for himself, and 5,000 mink brocade mourned Hu Chen.

Poor and uncertain riverside bones, like a person in a spring boudoir dream.

Eternal hope, eternal disappointment, I want to cry every time I read the last two sentences. It is estimated that Pu Shu's "White Birch Forest" was inspired by this poem.

White Birch Forest" singer: Pu Shu.

The quiet village is covered with white snow.

Doves fly under a hazy sky.

The birch tree is engraved with those two names.

They swore to love each other for the rest of their lives.

One day, the flames of war reached my hometown.

The young man picked up his gun and ran to the frontier.

Don't worry about me, sweetheart.

Waiting for me to come back in that birch forest.

The sky was still overcast, and there were still pigeons flying.

Who will prove the love and life of those who do not have a tombstone.

The snow was still falling, and the village was still peaceful.

Young people disappear in the birch forest.

The bad news came that afternoon.

The sweetheart died in the distant battlefield.

She came silently to the birch forest.

Watching and watching there every day.

She said he was just lost in the distance.

He will definitely come to this birch forest.

The sky was still overcast, and there were still pigeons flying.

Who will prove the love and life of those who do not have a tombstone.

The snow was still falling, and the village was still peaceful.

Young people disappear in the birch forest.

The long road is coming to an end.

The girl was already gray-haired.

She often listened to him call from the pillow.

Come on, dear, come to this birch forest"

She muttered as she died.

I'm here waiting for me in that birch forest"

"Poppy Beauty" Li Yu.

When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country could not afford to look back at the moonlight.

The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed. How sad can you be? It is like a river flowing eastward.

For example, the flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet. Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined for life and death.

1. The spring breeze is still the same, and the intention is to follow the embankment willows. Rub it sensitively only to call the moth yellow desire, when the weather is clear. Last year, Zimo Qingmen Bridge Kai, tonight's rain and cloud soul. Lost a lifetime of haggardness, only a few dusks.

2. Who will blow the jade flute upstairs, the water in front of the mountain is wide and the clouds are low. The laborious swallow is thousands of miles, and the pear blossom rain falls. When the repair is near, when the food is sold, the hometown only dreams accompany it. The night came to fold the willows on the river, and it was not Su Di who frowned.

3. Desert and light cold go to a small building, Xiaoyin is a scoundrel like a poor autumn. The light smoke and flowing water paint the screen. The free flying flowers are like a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. The curtain hangs with a small silver hook.

4. During the Qingming Festival, the rain is loud, and the tide is crowded with the sand. Turning over the pear blossom coldly, life is bitter and in love with the world. Swallow curtain warbler household, cloud window fog pavilion, wine wake up crows. Fold a willow and return to whom's house.

5. The limelight is cold, the powder is red, and it becomes a fragrant array every day. The new wine has added to the residual wine and is sleepy, and this spring will not reduce the hatred of the previous spring. The butterfly goes to the warbler and flies nowhere to ask, across the water from the high-rise building, looking at the broken Pisces letter. The disturbed layer waves horizontally - inches, and the slanting sun is only close to dusk.

6. Leaning on the dangerous building with a fine wind, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, gloomy sky. In the afterglow of the grass-colored smoke, there is no one who will rely on his will. 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.