Ancient and modern Chinese and foreign love poems, love poems in classical Chinese literature

1. Life is a lover, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

2. One wish Lang Jun is a thousand years old, the second wish is that the concubine is always healthy, and the third wish is like Liang Shangyan, and they often see each other every year.

3, the crowd looked for her thousands, and suddenly looked back, but the person was there, and the lights were dim.

4. I don't see you every day. When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my love!

5, Qingqingzi, leisurely my heart. But for the sake of the king, he has been groaning so far.

6. The sky is not old, the love is inexorable, the heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots.

7, don't write love words, don't write poems, one side of Supa sends his heart to know, and he knows that he looks upside down, and he looks at it horizontally and vertically, who knows such a thing?

8. After saying goodbye to you, there are tears in the tears, and you don't change your heart every year.

9. Gathering and scattering are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless! This year's flowers are better than last year's red, but unfortunately next year's flowers are better, who do you know with?

10. Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

11, the bright moon is slanting, the autumn wind is cold, will the old man come tonight? Teach people to stand up to the shadow of the sycamore.

12, tonight and night, see this encounter.

Jiang Chengzi Yimao remembered the dream on the twentieth day and night of the first month.

Song Dynasty · Su Shi.

ten years of life and death are boundless , without thinking about it , and they will never forget it .

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 .

night dreams suddenly return to hometown , small windows , are grooming .

there were no words for each other , only a thousand tears .

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year , the bright moon night , the short pine hill .

Guan Ju. 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.

Han Guang. There are arbors in the south, and you can't think about it.

Han has a wandering girl, unthinkable.

The breadth of the Han is incomprehensible.

Jiang Zhiyong is incomprehensible.

Wrong salary, words are clear.

The son of Yu is home, and his words are his horse.

The breadth of the Han is incomprehensible.

Jiang Zhiyong is incomprehensible.

The wrong salary, the words are wrong.

The son of Yu is home, and he is a horse.

The breadth of the Han is incomprehensible.

Jiang Zhiyong is incomprehensible.

Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. ("The Book of Poetry, Wind and Drumming").

Long Hate Song, Red Bean, Untitled, Romeo and Juliet......Too much, too much.

There are too many, too many poems, and there are a lot of poems on the Internet.