Looking for ancient love themes, seeking poems on love themes ancient .

My grandfather once told me a love story that happened in their mother's generation.

Grandpa's mother was the daughter of a landlord at that time, and she lived the best life since she was a child, and later the very dramatic grandfather's mother fell in love with a Kuomintang and at the same time he was also beautiful and he was also liked by a Communist Party boy. At that time, he and the boy he liked were about to elope, but he was drugged by the Communist Party that night and became his woman, grandpa's mother did not cry, he thought that he was so much happier than many people, maybe this is an imperfect episode! But he forgot to promise that he would never come back, because he was washed away by a rock on the way to wait for her.

Maybe this story is very rustic, but it is the most beautiful love I have in this life, because true love is not the so-called eternal.

Isn't it Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, I think this is the most classic, although everyone knows it, but I still want to tell you that this is also a love theme in ancient times It is also very romantic and touching.

1, Happy Events in the Flower Field 2, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai 3, Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu in the Dream of Red Mansions 4, Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen.

If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

There are too many, and the favorites are:

As soon as the frightening jade dew met, Bian Sheng was countless in the world.

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

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xi Murong's.

A flowering tree.

How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

I have been praying for this before the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray to the Buddha for us to form a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Flowers bloom discreetly in the sun.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach. Please listen carefully.

That trembling leaf.

It's the enthusiasm I was waiting for.

And when you finally walk through in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friend, that's not petals.

That's my withered heart.

This heartbeat day has finally arrived.

Your sigh of the night is like the sound of approaching footsteps.

I could hear not the whispers of the leaves and the night wind, the shredded hooves of elk galloping across the mossy path.

Tell me, tell me in the singing voice of your silver bell.

Are you the prophesied young God?

You must come from the lush south, tell me the moonlight there, the sunlight there, tell me how the spring breeze blows the flowers, and how the swallows are obsessed with the green poplars.

I will close my eyes and sleep in your dream-like song, the warmth that I seem to remember, and I seem to forget.

Stop, stop your long journey, come in, sit on a mattress with tiger skins, let me burn the fallen leaves that I pick up every autumn, and listen to me sing my own song in a low voice.

The song will be as heavy and high as the firelight, and the firelight will tell the life of the fallen leaves.

Don't go ahead, there is a boundless forest ahead, the ancient trees are covered with the patches of wild beasts, the half-alive and half-dead vine pythons are entangled, and there is not a single star missing from the dense leaves.

You will be too timid to let go of the second step, when you hear the empty echo of the first step.

Do you have to go, wait for me to walk with you, my feet know every safe path, I can keep singing the song of forgetfulness, and then give it to you, and then give it to you.

The darkness of the night cut us off, and you can look me in the eye.

You don't hear my excited song, your feet don't pause for my trembling, like a silent breeze drifting through this twilight, and disappear the sound of your proud feet......

Oh, you have come speechless at last, as prophesied has been.

Gone speechless, young God?

Li Shangyin--- untitled.

Su Shi --- Jiang Chengzi.

Can poetry solve the problem The main thing is to look at "ape droppings".

Jingwei and Houyi's? Generally, ancient Chinese mythological love stories are very well-known! It's hard to imagine

When you ask this question, it shows that you haven't thought about the cultural background of ancient China Men and women are not kissed, and girls are considered to lose their virginity if they are accidentally seen on their arms How can there be a picture that depicts the love between men and women?

It's simply impossible

Even if there is, it is drawn by modern people

What do you think?

My You Know What About Me Mythical love story

"The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl" Queqiao Meeting, the "Seven Fairies and Dong Yong" got married under the old locust tree, and the "Xu Xian and the White Lady" broke the bridge.

Picking mulberries and cold incense linger all over the dream of the Red Bridge, the dream of the city, the peach blossoms on the moon, and the rain breaks the spring cold swallow's house.

Who can drum after saying goodbye, the intestines will break the world, the Shaohua will be damaged, and a wisp of tea smoke will penetrate the blue yarn.

This is a poem by Nalan Rongruo, expressing the bitter feelings and longing after separating from his lover.

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 moment turns into gray tears and begins to dry. Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king.

, "Fortune Operator" Li Zhiyi - I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. - Thinking about you every day and not seeing you, drinking the water of the Yangtze River. -When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end?

I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to my love. , "On the Evil" - on the Evil! I want to know you and live a long life.

There are no tombs in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder and earthquakes in winter, the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are combined, and you dare to be with you! , "Butterfly Loves Flowers" - Liu Yong - Leaning on the dangerous building with a fine wind, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, gloomy sky. In the grass-colored smoke and afterglow, there is no word who will rely on the column.

I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture, and I sing about wine, and I have no taste for it. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

Yulin Ling, Liu Yong, the cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, the shower is at the beginning of the tent, the tent is empty, and the party is nostalgic, Lan Zhou urges the hand to look at the tears, and he is speechless and chokes on the thoughts of going, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, and the twilight is Shen Shen Chu Tiankuo. Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more so Kan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival, where to wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon have gone through the years, and it should be a good day and a good time.

Even if there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to?