Verses about the true love of love, verses about love

1.Untitled

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.

2."Jihai Miscellaneous Poems: Part 5".

Qing Gong Zizhen.

The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip points to the end of the world.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

3.Fortune operator.

Li Zhiyi. 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.

I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to my love.

Covetousness must be removed.

Drink in the wild. The cigarette of love has not been opened.

Love plus beans, and love to fall into the pot.

At one o'clock love, the karmic wind blows constantly.

Learning love in life, a small test can be tested.

Brother Kunben is angry, and he is rooted in love.

Lao Du Zhong loves, that is, this gentle and generous.

A penny is not enough, and love is retained.

The full moon is like joy and sorrow, and the love is lazy.

It is said that love is a demonic obstacle, and love cannot cut off your form.

The willow branch vicuña love is broken, and the sea bass is back to life.

He admired Gao Ming for a long time in his life, and he dared to bear it when he was straight and loving.

The sorrow is extinguished with the wind, and the love is difficult to chase the rain.

Pingzhang City has no biased price, and the flood children are caring.

There is no virtue in hating love, but praise and obedience to good causes.

Love seeks true wisdom everywhere, and the face will be clear.

It seems that Jiao Dongjun is pan-loving, and he refuses to marry the spring breeze in vain.

Send Gyeongju Deru to be systematized.

Han Wei Song. Always love the good brothers of the family, and be honest and straightforward.

The heart period Guanglu drove in the middle, and the general was plugged up.

The high wind returns to the geese, and the pipa is silent and the warbler is silent.

Gongxin's provenance is not otherwise, and he will serve the country and serve his own body.

1. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

From Gong Zizhen's "Jihai Miscellaneous Poems: Its Five" in the Qing Dynasty

The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip points to the end of the world.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

Translations. The mighty parting sorrow extends to the distance of the sunset, leaving Beijing, the horsewhip waves eastward, and it feels like a person at the end of the world.

When I resigned and returned to my hometown, it was like a fallen flower falling from a branch, but it was not a ruthless thing, it turned into spring soil, and it can still play a role in nurturing the next generation.

2. After picking a hundred flowers into honey, it is sweet for whom it is hard work.

From Luo Yin's "Bee" in the Tang Dynasty

Regardless of the flat land or the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied.

After picking a hundred flowers into honey, for whom is it hard and for whom is it sweet?

Translations. Whether it is on the flat land or in the high mountains, **flowers bloom in the wind, **there are bees rushing.

Bees, you have collected all kinds of flowers to make nectar, who do you pay for and who do you want to taste sweet?

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

1. "Untitled: It's Hard to Say Goodbye When You Meet".

Tang Dynasty: 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.

Translation: The opportunity to meet is really rare, and it is even more difficult to part when we are separated, and it is also the late spring weather when the east wind is about to harvest, and the flowers are gone, which makes people even more sad. The silk is spit out when the spring silkworm is cocooned and dies, and the wax oil like tears can only drip dry when the candle is burned to ashes.

The woman looks in the mirror in the morning, only worried that her plump sideburns will change color and her youthful face will disappear. When a man can't sleep at night, he must feel the cold moon invading people. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to pass, and it is out of reach.

I hope that a messenger like a blue bird will diligently visit my lover for me.

2, "Shengchazi Chunshan Smoke Wants to Collect".

Tang Dynasty: Niu Xiji.

The smoke in the spring mountains is about to be harvested, and the sky is light and the stars are scarce. The waning moon's face is bright, don't cry before dawn.

There are many words, but the love is not over, and I still look back and say: I remember the green Luo skirt, and I pity the grass everywhere.

Translation: The smoke on the spring mountain is about to dissipate, and the stars are sparse and small in the pale sky. The falling moon shone on our faces, with tears of parting, and the sky was close to dawn.

A lot has been said, but there is no end to affection. Looking back, he still said: Remember the green Luo skirt, no matter where you go, you must pity the grass.

3, "Fortune Operator: Yongmei".

Song Dynasty: Lu You.

Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy.

has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before.

Translation: Next to the broken bridge outside the post station. The plum blossoms are lonely and open, lonely and lonely, and no one comes to admire.

It's sad enough to be alone in the twilight, and it's been blown away by the wind and rain. It blooms at the head of a hundred flowers, but it has no intention of competing with a hundred flowers to enjoy the spring, and only allows the flowers to be jealous. Even if the flowers fall and are crushed into dust, there is still a permanent fragrance left in the world.