In ancient poems, it is a poem that describes that the lover is far away, waiting alone, and never l

Jiang Chengzi remembered the dream on the twentieth day of the first month of Yimao Su Shi.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. 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.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

This is a eulogy. The author combines his unfortunate experiences and infinite emotions in his political career in the past ten years to vividly reflect the sincere emotions and deep memories of his deceased wife that he will never forget. The author was in Zhizhou (present-day Zhucheng, Shandong) when he wrote this article, and his wife Wang Fu died in Kaifeng in the second year of the reign of Emperor Yingzong of the Song Dynasty (1065).

By this time (the eighth year of Xining), it had been a full ten years.

Nalan Xingde "Huanxi Sha".

Who reads the west wind and is cold alone? Xiao Xiao Huangye closed the window, pondering the past and setting up the remnant sun.

was surprised by the wine and slept heavily, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea, which was only ordinary at that time.

The scene is written on this word, "west wind", "yellow leaves", "sparse window", "remnant sun", shrouded in a sad and nostalgic atmosphere; Xia Que uses lyricism to express his reluctance to love and pity his deceased wife about the past. The words used the allusion of Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng gambling on books and pouring tea, thinking that he and his wife Lu were not so affectionate? It's just that now the heart of love still exists, but the person who loves each other is no longer there, and what I once thought was an ordinary bits and pieces, but now it has become the most precious bits and pieces of memory.

The whole word is like a quaint picture, and there are not many pens: an autumn scene, a mood, a period of time, and a sad ......

The west wind is rising, autumn is getting cooler, and it is another bleak time of the year. I stood alone in front of the window, listening to the sound of dead leaves knocking on the window, a little lonely and a little melancholy in my chest. No one shush me anymore, no one adds clothes for me, there is no you in the world, and this already bleak late autumn becomes even more bleak ......

As the sun sets, pondering the past, bits and pieces are like wisps of smoke surging in my heart. Once upon a time, we drank drunk and lay on the carved bed in the spring; Once upon a time, we gambled on books after dinner and poured the fragrance of tea. These little things that seemed ordinary at the time, but now I think back on them very nostalgic and extremely sentimental!

It's a real regret, I regret that I didn't cherish it more and stay together a little more. Now, I can't go back to that old time......

Thousands of sails are not, the slanting veins are long, and the intestines are broken in Baipinzhou.

Affectionate only has the spring court month, which is still a flower falling from people.

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

The people of the past are gone, and they are alone to keep their feelings!

After reading the bitterness of parting at the end of the world, I don't return, and the flowers are as promised. The bottom of the flowers looked at each other without a word, and the green window spring and the sky were silent. To tell the acacia lamp, a wisp of new love, a thousand wisps of old hatred. The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and the face is a flowery tree. - Wang Guowei, "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

Whoever forsakes me, he shall not remain in the day of yesterday.

Those who disturb my heart will have many troubles today.

The reed is tough as silk, and the rock has no transfer.

The mountains are edgeless, the world is together, and the talents are unique and the king.

In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to tie the branches.

I wish to win the hearts of one person, and the white heads are inseparable.

No matter what kind of love is the most beautiful, whether it is unswerving until death, or holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son, or vigorous, or ups and downs, we finally come together and speak sentence by sentence soaked in the bright sweetness of rose. In the boundless wilderness of time and space, I met you, you met me, I gently leaned on your shoulder, you silently did my support, silently, snuggled up, watching the ups and downs of those loves outside, we inhabit each other unchanged. ­

The most romantic thing I can think of is growing old with you.

I wish to win the hearts of one person, and the white heads are inseparable.

There must be a person's name that has become a mantra in your mind, and whenever you see or think of it, it reminds you that it is difficult to fall in love with someone else again.

One parting and two wide, each life rejoices.

Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring for the sky? - Nalan Xingde.

The residence is fortunate to be next to each other, and they do not meet each other. - Choi Joong-yong.

The autumn wind is thousands of miles away, who is on a blind date with me. - Yao He.

He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan.

Love Hu Bingyan.

I yearn for the mountain, the water, the cliff.

I prefer to sit on the top of the mountain and watch the rainbow.

Go to the south of the Yangtze River in March to see the rape flowers full of slopes and mountains.

Go to Jiangbei in March to kiss the pink peach blossoms all over the mountains.

Hold a flower umbrella and enjoy the pictures on the West Lake.

Pull a fragrant sleeve on the shore of Daming Lake.

Fold a few amorous roses.

Slowly looking for her I love in the wilderness.

The spring breeze shook the willows.

The grass is shaking.

Once that crooked stream.

Still washing the fine quicksand.

From time to time, I will play that beautiful pipa for you.

euphemistically the amorous fish and shrimp under the hibiscus.

Are you tired? Are you tired?

Come and rest in my house!

I'll make you a drink...

The golden bodhisattva that has just been picked.

This, it doesn't seem like much, just remember that a red star has this meaning.

Be strong yourself. Education distracts one's emotions, and it's good to take a long time. It's best to find something for yourself to do and keep yourself busy, so it will get better.

Ten years of life and death.

Don't think about it, it's unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves. There is nowhere to talk about desolation.

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

I wish to win the hearts of one person, and the white heads are inseparable.