What are the verses that describe the love that you can t get, and what are the verses that express

The poems that express a person's love are: Once the sea was difficult to turn into water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. Take the flowers and lazy review, half of the path of cultivation and half of the king.

Verses that love someone can't get: My Fair Lady, covet it. I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning. ——From the pre-Qin period: Anonymous "National Style, Zhou Nan, Guan Ju".

Life has been infatuated since ancient times, and this hatred is not about the wind and the moon.

Under the acacia tree, he said that he was lovesick, and Silang hated Lang Lang and didn't know.

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

He was born to be a lover. There is no lovesickness in the sky.

There are thousands of lovesickness, and there is no arrangement in the world. - Li Guan, "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

Affectionate only has the spring court month, which is still a flower falling from people. ——Zhang Mi, "Sensitive".

The sky is not old, the love is inexorable, the heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots. - Zhang Xian, "A Thousand Autumn Years".

He Zhu's "Qingyu Case".

Ling Bo is only on Hengtang Road, but he sees and Fangchen goes. Who is the year of Jinsehua? Yueqiao Flower Courtyard, Zhuhu Window, only Spring Knowledge.

Feiyun is in the twilight, and the color pen has a new question to break the intestines. How much sorrow is there? A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculents, and the plum is yellow when it rains.

"Lingbo" represents the person you like, and "Hengtang Road" represents yourself. Read it a few times first. Please search for the specific meaning on the Internet.

The poems that express love for someone but can't get it are: 1, the red lotus leans on each other as if drunk, and the white bird is speechless and sad.

2. When the waning moon goes out, the beauty and tears are gone.

3, how to endure the deep love between Mongolia and Han, the end of the world is green and the sun is slanting.

My Fair Lady, I covet it. I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning. —Guan Ju

Li Shangyin's night rain sent north.

Jun asked that the return date was not scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan rose in the autumn pool.

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

I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the ditch.

Vernacular interpretation: There are trees on the mountain, trees have branches, I like you in my heart, but you don't know about it. 4, the turmoil does not believe that the lingzhi is weak, and the moon dew teaches the laurel leaf fragrance. Straight lovesick.

The famous poem "Guan Ju" is about loving a person but not getting it.

Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman.

Jagged wattles, left and right flowing. My Fair Lady, I covet it.

I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning.

1.The green shirt smoke and rain guest seems to be an old man.

2.I missed the ancient meaning of Chang'an, missed the appointment of Luoyang flowering, I was in Gusu calla lily, and I caught a glimpse of your orchid boat wading away.

3.Xiaosheng is not talented, not favored by the girl, disturbing the girl for a long time, the girl is not strange, so far all the admiration is stopped at the lips and teeth, drowning in the years, and this life is goodbye.

4.I have seen spring and summer winds, autumn leaves and winter snow, and I have also stepped all over the South Water and Beishan East Foothills, but these four seasons of spring and autumn, Cangshan and water, are not as good as you smile at me.

5.I have a pot of exquisite wine, the mountain and the moon as a pillow, the thin dew as a quilt, a pot of warm past, and a cup with you.

6.At the end of the bustle, find a no-man's valley, build a wooden hut, pave a bluestone path, and your morning bell and dusk drum, as if you were in peace.