Don t come to the news, it s hard to send it. What does it mean?

Since the lover's parting, the news has been thousands of miles away, and the sad thing is that this piece of affection cannot be sent.

Shake Tingqiu Yanshu.

Don't hear from you. It's hard to send this feeling. The blue yarn autumn moon, the night rain of the sycamore, several times sleepless.

The building is high and the eyes are broken, the sky is far away and the clouds are dark, and it is only haggard. Reading the red candle of Lantang, the heart is long and short, and tears are weeping to people.

After parting, they are far apart, and they can only rely on letters to convey feelings, and it is difficult to express sentimentality with letters.

Kan: It means 'can', 'can'.

Send: It means 'sustenance', 'send'.

Kanji: It is the meaning that it can be sent and can be sent.

Actually, I haven't heard of your word, but we can interpret it according to the meaning of the word: can't, difficult to send: sustenance, entrustment, so I personally think that this kind of emotion is difficult to entrust...

1. High character.

2. Loyal love.

3. Loneliness and sorrow.

4. Farewell.

For details, please refer to.

Tonight, the ancients will not come, and teach people to stand up the shadow of the sycamore.

The golden wind is thin, and the leaves and leaves are falling.

The first taste of green wine is easy to get drunk, and a pillow of a small window sleeps.

Spring goes to autumn, where do you know the past?

The swallow returns to Feilan and weeps dew, and the scene is not blessed.

The wine is scattered, and the idle steps are leaning on the sycamore.

I remember last year today, according to the yellow leaves of the west wind.

The oblique sun wears the curtain, and the slight coolness gradually enters the sycamore.

How many words are endless, written to the tune of the barbarian note, this love is tens of thousands.

"Don't come to the news, it's hard to send it.

The blue yarn autumn moon, the night rain of the sycamore, several times sleepless.

The building is high and the eyes are broken, the sky is far away and the clouds are dark, and it is only haggard.

Reading the red candle of Lantang, the heart is long and short, and tears are weeping to people.

Time only relieves people to grow old, and they don't believe in sentimentality.

Long hatred leaves the pavilion, tears and spring shirt wine is easy to wake up.

The west wind was strong last night, and the light moon was bright.

Good dreams are frightening, where is the sound of high-rise geese.

Flowing waves and falling leaves, where is the best time, thinking about the heavenly religion, and leaving the hatred endlessly.

Try to move the past, leaning on the sycamore.

Lin Gao Pavilion, chaotic mountains and plains smoke and light protection.

The smoke is thin, and after the crow returns, the twilight sky smells the horns.

The broken incense and residual fragrance are evil, and the west wind urges the sycamore to fall.

The sycamore falls, and it is still autumn and lonely.

The jade furnace incense, the red wax tears, the autumn thoughts of the painting hall.

The eyebrows are thin, the temples are cloudy, and the night is long and cold.

Sycamore trees, three more rains, not to leave the love is bitter.

A leaf, a sound, the empty steps drip to the light.

Sycamore treats each other old, and the mandarin ducks will die.

A virgin is a noble husband, and so is her life.

I can't afford to swear it, and the concubine has an ancient well water.

Silently go up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.

Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful, don't be a general taste in the heart.

The moon falls into the west of the waves, and the door opens without a shadow.

At this time, he returned to the dream and stood in the Wutong Well.

The flame of hope in my heart no longer burns, leaving only an unbearable haggardness.