Verses that persuade a person to give up a relationship

Ancient poems are:

1. Ten years of life and death. Without thinking about it, it is unforgettable——— Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi Yimao Dream on the Twentieth Night of the First Month".

Translation: You and I have been separated from each other for ten years, and I can't bear not to miss you. But after all, it will be difficult for us to meet again.

2. I am willing to be a winged bird in heaven, and I am willing to be a branch on the ground. The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever. - Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred".

Translation: In the sky, hope is a winged bird, and on the earth, hope can become a parallel branch. Even if it is a long time, there will be a day when it will come to an end, but the regrets of my life will never end.

3. The hand is perfect, lazy to wish the west wind, and then make the world hot. ——Wang Guowei "Butterfly Love Flowers, Mo Douchanjuan Bow Like Moon".

Translation: I have a fan in my hand, but I don't have any affection for him. I'm disappointed in him and don't plan to rekindle my enthusiasm.

Verses to describe giving up love:

1. The beast furnace sinks into the hookah, and the remnants of the green swamp are written in a row of acacia biography.

2. Leave the song and don't renovate it, a song can teach the intestines.

3. Who writes but remembers the feelings into volumes, only recalling the past years.

4, and sent Wang Sun to go, full of farewell.

5. There are no bees and butterflies to admire the fragrance, and the red clothes are full of bitterness.

6, the phoenix tour on the phoenix platform, went to the appointment, waited all night, and from then on, the south and north of the Yangtze River, thousands of miles of crying.

7. Spring has returned, look at the beauties' heads, curling spring flags.

The poems that are determined to give up a person are: There are times in life when you have to have them, and there are times in life when you don't force them. There is more than a hand behind him, and there is no way to turn back.

Outside the sunset, jackdaws are ten thousand points, and flowing water surrounds the lonely village.

On Huiji Mountain, the clouds are faintly like half of the ink paintings; Outside the city of Yuezhou, the withered grass is endless. The sound of the trumpet on the tower of the city gate was intermittent. On the passenger ship returning to the north, he toasted with the courtesans and chatted goodbye.

Looking back at how many affairs between men and women, they have turned into wisps of smoke and disappeared at this moment. The sun is setting in the west, 10,000 jackdaws dot the sky, and a bend of water surrounds the lonely village.

When I was sad, I had tenderness and sweetness, and in a trance, I untied the belt around my waist and took off the sachet. In vain won the reputation of the Qinglou in vain. Once gone, I don't know when we will meet again?

Tears of parting wet the placket and cuffs. It is the time of sadness and sorrow, the city is gone, the lights of thousands of homes have been lit, and the sky has entered dusk.

Poems of renunciation

The candle shadow shook red, to the night, and I woke up and was lazy. Whoever sang "Yangguan" in front of him is far from hating the world. Helplessly, the clouds sank and the rain dispersed.

With dry and tearful eyes. After the begonias bloom, when the swallows come, the dusk courtyard. I woke up from my intoxication, alone in front of the slightly flickering candlelight, sad.

I can't help but recall the "Yangguan Three Stacks" I sang for him at the farewell banquet last night.

And now, he is far away from me, so that my sorrow and hatred will follow him to the end of the world. I felt helpless that the joy of the past had vanished. When I got up in the morning, I looked out from the railing, but there was no trace of him.

A gust of east wind blew, and I couldn't help but feel sad and tears welled up. Just staring at it stupidly. Before you know it, it's dusk, the begonia flowers have gone, and the swallows are returning to their nests.

At sunset, the courtyard is even more bleak and lonely.

Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water to the east.

Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without a word.

The last side of the ferry has sprinkled an end, and you only see why you have to say goodbye to the liver and sausage.

I don't remember, I slowly weave palindromes, and I want to be heartbroken several times.

I know that I am in love for a long time, and the dust is not the same as the clouds.

If you only see you for the first time, why do you need to part with liver and sausage.

The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

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

Away from hatred is just like spring grass, go farther and live.