Ancient poems about breakup

1.10 poems tell you what the ancients said when they broke up

10. I will never think about it, so don’t think about me.

The waves of the sculls are flat, and the green mountains are locked on the bank. You go home and I go home, how do you live? I won't think about it. Don't think about me.

I can give your past and my heart to others! ——Xie Ximeng's "Businessman" (Song Dynasty) ?7?4 Such a heartless poem, even if you wrap your tongue around it once, you will feel cold all over and your heart will be broken. Xie Ximeng of the Southern Song Dynasty was a replica of Liu Sanbian of the Northern Song Dynasty.

He is a disciple of the great thinker Lu Jiuyuan. He is a talented student and a bohemian poet who hangs out in brothels every day. There are thousands of kinds of love in this world, but his heart is always just a gust of wind.

A romantic and talented man, a beautiful singing prostitute, they are in love with each other, they love each other, they love each other, they are committed to each other life and death. Such stories were extremely common in ancient times.

This love, although not spectacular, is enough to break the heart. Seeing him building tall buildings, seeing him going crazy with love.

When the "Yuanyang Tower" was built, so many celebrities and beauties were speculating: Who is it? Who is such a lucky lover? The geisha named Lu became the happiest woman in the world. After that, she became the mistress of Yuanyang House.

Since then, the weather has cleared up and the Qiang Guan in Yuanyang Tower has been singing in the night, which can be regarded as an ordinary day. Such days did not last long.

One day, Xie Ximeng suddenly felt homesick, so he left without saying goodbye and returned quietly. After Lu Genu found out, she chased her to the riverside and cried bitterly. Xie Ximeng wrote this breakup poem.

Now don’t go, we will never see each other again. I have deleted you from my world, and you should not miss me either.

The love that was originally promised has finally become dust in the wind. 9. One is different from the other, and everyone is happy.

Any reason for being a couple is that they were connected in the past three lives before they are matched with the couple in this life. If they are not in harmony, they are like enemies, so they are facing each other... Since the two hearts are different, it is difficult to unite to the same purpose, and they will soon reunite with their relatives and return to their original ways.

I hope that after separation, the lady will comb her temples again, sweep her eyebrows beautifully, appear graceful and graceful, and choose the master who will be a high official. Resolve grudges and resolve knots, let alone hate each other.

One is separated from the other, each is happy. ——"Tang Dynasty Wife Release Agreement"?7?4 It is said that this is a letter of peace and departure from the Tang Dynasty that was unearthed from the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang.

One is separated from the other, each is happy. When he wrote these eight words, did he feel a little sad in his heart? If it's not deep into the bones, why are the memories of past and present lives flashing between the brows and in the heart? The Buddha said that only one encounter in this life can come from looking back five hundred times in the past life.

The bond between husband and wife in this life is the bond of three lifetimes. That’s why we will travel hand in hand by the West Lake in this life and paint my eyebrows for you under a lamp.

These years of gambling and teasing were eventually replaced by irritability, restlessness, resentment, and obsession, and turned into a decisive separation. Things and people have changed, she is no longer his good match, and he is no longer her obsession.

Since my heart is ashes and every inch is ice, it is better to bear the pain of division. Say cherish it, cherish it, cherish it again.

8. From now on, I am a passerby. The princes, princes and grandsons are chasing after each other, the green beads are weeping and the scarves are on their heads.

As soon as Hou Men entered the sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on. ——Cui Jiao's "Gift to the Maid" (Tang Dynasty) ?7?4 There is a very touching story about this poem.

Cui Jiao's aunt had a maidservant who was beautiful. Cui Jiao liked her very much and fell in love with her. Cui Jiao couldn't forget it and longed for this maid.

One spring, Cui Jiao went out to play and met his maid. Cui Jiao was filled with emotions.

However, the maidservant will soon return to the dignitary's home. When the two were separated, Cui Jiao was filled with grief and wrote this poem. Some people say: The world is very big, and if we have no fate, we will not know each other even if we pass each other; the world is also very small, and the moment we look up, it is the arrangement of fate! This is what he is to her.

Just like the reflection before eternal farewell, meeting each other is like a grand farewell. From now on, you are you and I am me.

No matter what day or night, you are no longer a stranger. There is no need to linger, and there is nothing to miss.

7. Don’t know, don’t know, don’t accompany, don’t hesitate… First, it’s best not to meet, so you don’t fall in love. The second is that it is best not to know each other, so that you can not miss each other.

Thirdly, it is best not to accompany each other, so as not to owe each other. Fourth, it is best not to cherish each other, so that you can not remember each other.

The fifth is that it is best not to fall in love, so that you can not abandon each other. Sixth, it is best not to face each other, so that we can not meet.

The seventh is that it is best not to be incompatible with each other, so that there will be no negative consequences. Eighth, it is best not to agree to each other, so that there will be no continuity.

Ninth, it is best not to depend on each other, so you can not depend on each other. The tenth is best not to meet each other, so you can avoid getting together.

But we know each other once we have seen each other. It is better to see each other than not. Ande and you are inseparable, so we don't have to worry about missing each other in life and death.

——Tsangyang Gyatso (Qing Dynasty) ?7?4 Some people say that this "Poem of the Ten Commandments" was written by Tsangyang Gyatso. Some say no.

Whether it is or is not, we have no way of knowing. The important thing is that we want to believe that this beautiful poem was written by a passionate living Buddha; we want to believe that these love mottos came from a lover who risked his own life for love.

A supreme living Buddha, a passionate prodigal son. Which one would he rather be? Cangyang Gyatso passed away in Qinghai Lake when he was only 24 years old.

Judging from the poems he left behind, I would rather believe that he was a prodigal son. He lived for love and died for love.

As a victim who struggled to survive in the cracks of politics, only love was a panacea for his soul, making his life fresh. However, he is also destined to love but not love.

The Buddha said that he could get everything except love. So, let go of this lovesickness, let go of you, let go of this deep affection.

In this way, there will never be any harm until the end of death. 6. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked.

The chilling cicada is miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside.

There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens. Passion has hurt parting since ancient times.

Even more shameful and neglected Qingqiu Festival. Where will I wake up from my drunkenness tonight? On the bank of willows, with the dawn wind and the waning moon.

The passage of time should be a time of good times and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?

——Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell" Song Dynasty ?7?4 After the Anshi Rebellion, Xuanzong entered Shu. He heard the ringing in the rain, recalled Concubine Yang, and came up with the Yulin Bell. This song "Yulin Bell" by Sanbian is not a farewell, but it is sadder than a farewell. It is not a breakup, but it is more sad than a breakup.

A talented poet is naturally a prime minister in white clothes. But in the end, he tolerated the false reputation and sang quietly instead.

This is Liu Yong. Even though he was "composing lyrics according to orders", why do his eyebrows still have an air of injustice? Even if you are lingering in a brothel, why do you still think about your official career? Even if we have to leave far away, why are we crying and reluctant to leave? Two affectionate lovers were on the river bank and on the bow of the boat, holding hands and looking at each other, with tears streaming down their cheeks and thousands of words choked in their throats. 2. What are the heartless poems written by the ancients about breaking up?

1. Writing about Li Yishui in the Tang Dynasty.

From now on, I have no intention of loving the good night and let him go down to the west tower under the bright moon. 2. "Magnolia · Naigu Juejue Ci, Cambodian Friends" Qing Nalan Xingde If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind so sad?

It’s easy to change an old person’s heart, but it’s easy to change an old person’s heart. The words of Lishan are half past midnight, and the rain and bells are full of tears and no regrets.

How lucky is the handsome man in brocade to wish for the same day with wings and branches. 3. Xie Ximeng, the fortune teller of the Song dynasty, has two oars, the waves are flat, and the green mountains are locked on the bank.

You go home and I go home, how do you live? I won't think about it. Don't think about me. I can give your past and my heart to others! 4. Title: The Peony Pavilion. Feng Xiaoqing in the Ming Dynasty wrote about the cold rain in the quiet window, so he lit up the lamp and looked at the Peony Pavilion. There are people in the world who are as crazy as me. Xiaoqing is the only one who is sad.

5. "Gift to the Maid" The princes, princes and grandsons of Cui Jiao in the Tang Dynasty chase after each other, with green beads dripping from their turbans. As soon as Hou Men fell into the deep sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.

6. "The Agreement on the Release of Wife in the Tang Dynasty": After the wife is separated, she hopes that her hair will be combed again, her eyebrows will be beautifully swept, and she will appear graceful and graceful, so that she can choose a high-ranking official. Resolve grievances and knots, let alone hate each other.

One parting and two widening, each will be happy. 7. Yulouchun·I don’t know whether you are far or near after I say goodbye. In the Song Dynasty, Ouyang Xiu didn’t know how far or near you were after I said goodbye. It was desolate and depressing.

As we travel further and further away, there are no more books. I wonder where the fish will sink when the water is vast. Late at night, the wind blows through the bamboos and brings out the rhyme of autumn.

Thousands of leaves and a thousand voices are filled with hatred. Therefore, I look for it in my dream while lying on my pillow, but the dream is not a lamp and burns out.

8. "Broken Heart Confusion" Zhu Shuzhen of the Song Dynasty came downstairs, and the money fell; she asked the sky, where is the person? Those who hate kings and grandsons will keep going away; enemies who are enemies will be hard to stay even if they say goodbye. I regret that I made a mistake at the beginning, and I handed over to others but not to others.

Why do you need to ask? There is no need for a knife to separate. From now on, don't rely on your enemies. Thousands of lovesickness can be written off in one go. 3. Request poems about sad farewells in ancient times

Liu Yong, Feng Qiwu, The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don’t regret it at all.

Anonymous The Book of Songs·Beifeng·Drumming The relationship between life and death is broad, and it is said with Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together.

Qin Guan, Magpie Bridge Immortal If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they stay together day and night? Li Bai 357 words When will we know each other when we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night.

Anonymous Feng Qiuhuang·Qin Ge If there is a beautiful woman, you will never forget her when you see her. If you don’t see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy. Farewell by Zheng Chouyu This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

Li Bai 357 words Entering my lovesickness door, you know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless love. Yuan Zhen's Four of Five Lisi Poems Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to deal with, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.

Cao Zhi The bright moon ascends the high-rise building. The king is like dust from the road, and the concubine is like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet in harmony? Nalan Xingde's Poppy The desolate farewell and the two echoes are the same, the most overwhelming one is in the moonlight. Zhang Ji Jie Fu Yin: Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing they could not meet again when they were not married.

Chen Hengke’s inscription on Chunqi’s portrait says: “How can we live together but not die in the same world?” Liang Qichao's Taiwanese Bamboo Branch Poems The bottom of the acacia tree talks about lovesickness, and Si Lang hates Lang Lang without knowing it. Xu Qian's Thoughts on the Chamber Since the emperor came out, the bright mirror and darkness cannot be cured.

Thinking of you is like running water, there is no end to it. Sima Guang Xijiang Yue When we see each other, it is as if we have not seen each other. How can being affectionate be like being ruthless?

Miscellaneous Poems by Ji Hai by Gong Zizhen Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. Mr. Zhang: You will never grow old for a thousand years, and love will never end.

The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it. One of two beautiful poems by Huang Jingren It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set up the midnight.

Li Shangyin's Three of Six Untitled Poems: It's useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness. Li Shangyin traveled alone in Qujiang in late autumn. He knew that he was here and his love would always be there. He looked at the sound of the water at the head of the river with regret.

Nalan Xingde Breaks Through the Sands of Huanxi When people become more passionate, they become less passionate, and now they are really not passionate. Li Shangyin Jinse This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time.

One of two poems from Yuan Haowen's "Moyu'er" asks what love is in the world, and it directly teaches the promise of life and death. Li Shangyin Untitled There is no colorful phoenix flying in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.

Zhang Kejiu Sai Hongqiu The water smoke sinks in the beast's furnace and the remaining flowers in the green marsh are written line by line in the biography of lovesickness.

Xu Zaisi's Zhegui Ling: Only if you don't miss lovesickness in your life, you will miss lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness.

Li Guan, Die Lianhua, I miss you thousands of times, and there is no place in the world to arrange it. Su Shi Jiang Chengzi Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking and unforgettable. A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, nowhere to talk about the desolation.

Anonymous The Book of Songs·Tang Feng·Preparation I will see this beloved man today and tomorrow. Bai Juyi's Song of Everlasting Regret: As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.

Bai Juyi's Song of Everlasting Sorrow: In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on the ground, I wish to be a twig. Li Shangyin Untitled Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.

Kuang Zhouyi, minus the character Huanxisha, should not be obsessed with love in this life, there is no place in the world for lovesickness. Ouyang Xiu, Yu Lou Chun, I was about to tell you the date of my return, but Chun Rong swallowed hard before saying anything.

Anonymous The Book of Songs·Zhou Nan·Guan Ju Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman is a good man.

Liu Yong Yu Linling This passing year should be a good time and a good place. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?

Li Zhiyi Divination Operator I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to your love. Linjiang Immortal's Two Songs The Falling Flower Man is independent, and the Wei Yuyan flies together.

Journey to Longxi The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir’s dream. If you are a fisherman, you can buy a fortune like a gift for a thousand pieces of gold. Who can complain about this situation?

Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.

Wedding hair becomes husband and wife. Wedding hair becomes husband and wife, and there is no doubt about the love between them. Partridge Sky: Looking for good dreams, dreams are hard to come by.

Who knows what I am doing at this time. Tears in front of the pillow, rain in front of the curtain, dripping through the window into the morning. Music day and night. Who can complain about loneliness.

As a preface, it’s always an understatement. Li Bai: One of two poems about longing for lovesickness. The journey is long and the soul is in pain. It is difficult for the dreaming soul to reach Guanshan. Longing for long lovesickness is heartbreaking.

Fan Chengda Che Yaoyao Chapter May I be like a star like the moon, and the light will shine brightly every night. Dai Shulun's Lovesickness Song Yu Shen Yan's journey to the end of the world begins to believe that separation in the world is painful.

Liu Yong and Yu Linling held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes, but they were speechless and choked. Yuan Zhen's two of three poems to express sorrow and sorrow. I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor and lowly couples suffer from everything.

Gu Xun expresses his heartfelt feelings. If my heart is replaced by yours, we will know each other deeply and remember each other deeply. Yu Xuanji Jiangling is worried and hopeful. Recalling the king's heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.

Six of the six untitled poems by Li Shangyin In the heart of spring, don’t let the flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of ashes. Lewan Bu Suanzi Lovesickness is as deep as the ocean, and past events are as far away as the sky.

Bai Juyi "Lang Tao Sha" Hatred is not as good as tide and faith. When you miss each other, you will realize that the sea is not deep. Wen Tingyun, Willow Branches, Exquisite Dice and Red Beans, Do you know that I miss you deeply? Shao Ruipeng Die Lianhua Can you bear to pay a thousand gold for a smile? After all, missing each other is not as good as meeting each other.

Yan Shu's Yu Lou Chun When the ends of the earth are limited, there is only endless love. Cao Xueqin's lifelong misunderstanding. It is said that there is a good relationship between gold and jade. I only remember the alliance between wood and stone.

Looking at the sky, the snow is crystal clear in the mountains; I will never forget the lonely forest in the fairyland. Cao Xueqin's "Red Bean Poetry" There are endless tears of lovesickness and red beans thrown away, and endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building.

One of two poems by Ouyang Xiu about Butterfly Love Flowers. With tearful eyes, I ask about the flowers. The flowers are silent, and the red flowers fly across the swing. Feng Xiaoqing's Resentment The thin figure is self-pitying in the autumn water, you must pity me and I pity you.

Zhu Yizun, Gao Balcony, loves to be afraid of lovesickness. Looking forward to the long embankment, the grass is all red.

It is difficult to find two places that are full of sorrow and blue. He Zhu Hengtang Road How much leisure time do you have? Yichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and rain, and plums are yellow and rainy.

Zhang Bi Sends Someone Passionate only the moon in the spring garden shines upon fallen flowers for someone who has left. Two of the Four Bamboo Branch Poems by Liu Yuxi The bonus fades easily like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like Nong's worry.

Yan Shu Shan Pavilion Willow · Gift Singer If there is a close friend who appreciates it, he will sing Yangchun all over the place without hesitation. Fan Zhongyan Su Muzhe Sitting alone and leaning high in the Mingyue Tower, wine fills my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.

Chen Shuda Since you came out, I miss you like a bright candle, burning your heart and bringing tears to your eyes. Su Wu married as husband and wife. Life is a time of reunion, and death is a time of longing for each other.

Sister Chen Peng sent two poems out of two. Stop saying half a piece of paper and it doesn’t weigh much. I can bear all the sorrow of separation. Zhu Yizun Yuanyang Lake Song The concubine is like a mountain in the mountains, but the man is like a stone and the Buddha has no intention.

Wei Zhuang, one of two poems by Nvguanzi. I don’t know that my soul has died, and there are only dreams accompanying me. No one knows except the moon in the sky.

Anonymous wading across the river to pick hibiscus. Living apart with one heart and one mind, ending up in sorrow. Qin Guan's Eight-Sixth Son The moonlit night is a curtain of dreams, and the spring breeze is full of tenderness.

One of the Three Partridges in the Sky by Yan Jidao Reminiscing about meeting each other after seeing each other farewell. 4. Ancient poems about breakup

Ancient poems about breakup include:

1. Holding hands and looking into each other’s tearful eyes, one is speechless and choked.

From "Yulin Ling" by Liu Yong, a poet from the Song Dynasty:

Original text:

The chilling cicadas are miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.

Translation:

The cicadas after autumn were chirping so sadly and urgently. Facing the pavilion, it was evening, and a heavy rain had just stopped. We set up a tent outside Kyoto to say goodbye, but we were not in the mood to have a drink. When we were reluctant to leave, the people on the boat were already urging us to set off.

Holding hands and looking at each other, with tears streaming down their faces, they were speechless until the end, with thousands of words stuck in their throats. Thinking of going back to the south, one journey after another, thousands of miles away, a sea of ​​smoke, and the misty night sky in Chudi was actually endless.

2. The pearls shed tears when they return to you, and they wish they had met before they were married.

From "The Song of a Chaste Woman" by Zhang Ji, a poet of the Tang Dynasty:

Original text:

You know that I have a husband, so you give me two pearls. Feeling your lingering love, tied in red lining. The concubine's house has tall buildings and gardens, and the beloved man is holding a halberd in the bright light. I know that my heart is like the sun and the moon, and my husband's oath is like life and death. Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing she could not meet again when she was not married.

Translation:

You know that I already have a husband, but you still want to give me a pair of pearls. I am grateful in my heart for your lingering affection and tying the pearl on my red short shirt. The high-rise building in my house is connected to the royal garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd.

Although I know that you are sincere and open-minded, I swear to serve my husband to endure hardships in life and death. Returning your twin pearls brings tears to my eyes. I regret not meeting you before I got married.

3. When we meet under the underworld, don’t go against today’s words!

From the first long narrative poem in the history of Chinese literature and also a Yuefu poem "The Peacock Flies Southeast":

Original text:

The bride addressed the official: "What do you mean? Say this! We are both being forced, and so are you and your concubine. When we meet in the underworld, don’t go against your words today!" Hold hands and go your separate ways, each going back to his home.

Is it okay to say goodbye to strangers if they wish to die? Thoughts and separation from the world will never be complete again!

Let’s meet each other in the underworld! (Hopefully) we won’t break our vows today!” (They) shook each other’s hands tightly, then said goodbye and went back to their homes.

How can the resentment in one’s heart be fully explained when a living person says goodbye before death? Thinking that (they) will leave this world forever, no matter what, they can no longer save their lives!

4. I will never think about you, so don’t think about me.

From "Bu Shuanzi" by Xie Ximeng, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty:

Original text:

The waves of the sculls are flat, and the green mountains are locked on the bank. You go home and I go home, how do you live? I won't think about it, don't think about me. I can give your past and my heart to others! .

Translation:

The boat's sculls are beating against the waves, and the green mountains on both sides of the strait are locked. You go back to your own home, I go back, I go home by myself, how do you persuade me to live? I will never miss you, and you should stop missing me. Just give the heart you gave me before to others!

5. From now on, I am a passerby.

From "Gift to the Maid" by Cui Jiao, a poet of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

When the princes, princes and grandsons follow in their footsteps, the green beads shed tears on their scarves. As soon as Hou Men entered it, it was as deep as the sea, and Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.

Translation:

The princes, princes and grandsons competed behind each other, and the beautiful woman shed tears and soaked her scarf. As soon as he entered the Hou Men, who was as deep as the sea, he regarded Xiao Lang as a stranger from then on.

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Yuan Zhen's thoughts on separation Four of the five poems once said that the sea is difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

Nalan Xingde's "Poppy Beauty" The two parts are the same after a desolate farewell, the most overwhelming is the clear and grudge in the bright moon.

Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi" Ten years of life and death are vast, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles away, lonely tomb, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Li Guan's "Butterfly Loves Flowers" There are thousands of lovesickness in one inch, and there is no place in the world to arrange it.

Wen Tingshi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers" has overlapping tear stains and brocade characters. There is only love in life that is hard to die.

Ouyang Xiu "Spring in the Jade House" Life is full of love and obsession, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

Liu Yong's "Yulin Ling" It has been a long time, and it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?

Wen Tingyun's "Third of Three Gengluozi Poems" The sycamore tree and the rain at midnight indicate the bitterness of separation and love. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky. Nie Shengqiong Partridge Sky Looking for a good dream will never come true. Who knows how I feel at this moment? Tears fell in front of the pillow, rain fell in front of the curtain, and dripped into the morning through the window. 6. What are the ancient poems describing lovelorn love?

"Bu Suanzi·Not Love Fengchen" - Yan Rui is not in love with Fengchen, she seems to have been misled by her predecessor.

When flowers fall and flowers bloom, it always depends on the emperor. If you go, you must go, and if you live, you must live! If you have a head full of mountain flowers, don't ask where the slave is.

Let’s play another song by Zhou Zizhi, which is also very good. Love is like a gossamer, and people are like flying catkins. Teardrops stared at each other in vain.

A stream of smoke and willows is covered with thousands of silk hanging down, but there is no reason why the orchid boat can live there. The geese pass by the setting sun, and the grass is lost in the mist.

Nowadays, I have countless worries. Don't think about tomorrow morning, how you will survive tonight.

Flower Language I am a lotus girl, and my heart is full of tears like rain. If you see lotus tears, do you know how painful lotus flowers are? I am originally a lotus girl, but I am in love with you.

Tonight I sing for you, every sentence is a sad song. I am originally a lotus girl, dancing for you day and night.

How many things have you seen in the world? The only bosom friends are you and me. I am originally a lotus girl, and I became a poetic couple with you in my dream.

I hope that all lovers in the world will get married one day. I am a lotus girl, please remember this.

On the day when the lotuses bloom next year, they will bring my blessings. Mo Dao's beauty is always crazy, and it's not cheap to pity Li.

Just because I know how to do human things, I am full of worries. The flowers are fading, the grass is resting, the scenery in the guest room is beautiful, and some time has passed.

At dusk in the small courtyard, people recall their farewells, and their tears turn into red blood. The mountains and rivers are so close to each other that Chu and Yue are separated. Their eyes are broken and their spirits are frightened.

The dream is broken at the fifth watch, and the heart is about to break. The sound of the trumpet blows away the plum blossom moon. "Thinking of you makes you grow old, and the years are suddenly too late. Don't abandon the silk, don't return to the road, and work hard to add food." Like a dream, it rained and the wind blew last night, and the remaining wine was not consumed by a deep sleep.

When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin.

The rosy lips are lonely in the boudoir, and the tender intestines are full of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?

Leaning on the railings, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back. She lit her red lips and stopped playing on the swing. She got up and straightened her slender hands.

The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is thin and the clothes are light. Seeing someone coming, he shoveled his socks and gold hairpin away and left in shame.

Leaning against the door and looking back, I smell the green plums. Huanxi sand is more like a cup of deep amber, which melts before it becomes intoxicating. It is sparse in time to respond to the late wind.

The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and dreams, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. The sky is red with candles when I wake up. The spring has already deepened through the idle window of Huanxi Sha Xiaoyuan. The heavy curtains are not rolled up and the shadows are heavy. I lean against the building and listen to the Yao Qin speechlessly.

Far from the mountain, it is getting dusk. The gentle wind and rain make it overcast, and the pear blossoms are about to fade. The sand in Huanxi is bland, the spring light is cold and the weather is cold, the jade furnace sinks into the water and the remaining smoke curls up, and the flowers are hidden on the pillow of the mountain in my dream.

In the future, petrels will be fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain will wet the swing at dusk. The sandy bun in Huanxi is more combed in the lazy spring, the plum blossoms are beginning to fall in the courtyard in the evening breeze, the light clouds are passing by and the moon is sparse, the jade duck smokes the stove and the brain is leisurely, the red cherry tent covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros is still clearing up the cold.

Complaints of love come late at night and are too late to remove makeup, and the calyx of the plum blossom is inserted into the broken branch. Awakening from alcohol breaks the spring sleep, and dreams can never be returned.

The people are quiet, the moon is shining, and the green curtains are hanging down. The more you move the remaining pistils, the more you pick up the remaining fragrance, you get more time.

The sound of the Bodhisattva's return is broken by the clouds, and the snow falls from the window behind him and the smoke from the furnace is straight. The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the person with the hairpin head is lighter.

The sound of the trumpet prompts the dawn, and the dawn returns to the cow fight. It’s hard to see the flowers in spring, but the west wind leaves behind the old cold.

The wind is gentle and the Bodhisattva is still early in spring. He is wearing a shirt and is in a good mood. It's slightly cold when I wake up, and the plum blossoms on my temples are still intact.

Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you are drunk. It burns when lying down in water, but the fragrance has not disappeared and the wine has not disappeared.

Good things come close to the wind and the flowers fall deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. Chang remembers that after the begonias bloom, it is the time of spring.

After the singing in the wine stall, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry.

In the snow every year in Qingpingle, I often put plum blossoms to make me drunk. I remove all the plum blossoms without any good intentions, which makes my clothes full of tears! This year, everywhere in the world, Xiao Xiao’s temples are blooming. Depending on the wind coming in the evening, plum blossoms should not be visible.

Recalling Qin'e's visit to the high pavilion, the chaotic mountains and plains were covered with thin smoke. The smoke is thin, the crows return, and the horns are heard in the dusk.

The broken incense lingers with evil feelings, and the west wind urges the parasol trees to fall. The parasol trees have fallen, but autumn colors are still there, and loneliness is still there.

Who grows banana trees in front of the window? The atrium is filled with shade; the atrium is filled with shade, and the leaves and leaves are relaxed and full of emotions. It rains in the middle of the night on my sad pillow, and it rains every bit; it rains every little bit, and it hurts the people of the north, who are not used to hearing it! Spread the Huanxi sand, knead it into thousands of pieces of gold, and cut it into layers of jasper leaves.

The demeanor and spirit of Yanfu are so vivid. Plum pistils are heavy, why are they vulgar? Cloves are knotted with thousands of knots and are bitter.

Thousands of miles of dreams have made people feel sad, but they are ruthless. The sand in the Huanxi River is broken, and the hair on the temples is rustling. I lie down and look at the waning moon on the window screen.

Fry the cardamom tips into water and do not use them as tea. It’s a good place to relax with poems and books on the pillow. The scenery in front of the door is beautiful when the rain comes. I borrow flowers and mignonette from many people all day long.

The spring breeze in Wuling lingers in the dust, the fragrant flowers have all gone, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.

I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.

The drunken flowers are gloomy, the mist is thick, the clouds are dark, and the day is endless, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival and it's the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night.

After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Nan Gezi The stars and rivers are turning in the sky, and the curtains of the world are hanging down. The quilt on Liangsheng's pillow was stained with tears. He got up and took off his clothes and asked, "What kind of night is this?" The green lotus pods are small, and the gold-pinned lotus leaves are sparse.

The old weather and old clothes, only the feelings are different, the old home! The wind blowing on Wangsun Lake is vast, autumn is late, and there are few reds and fragrant flowers. The scenery of water, light, mountains and being close to people are indescribable and infinitely good.

The lotus seeds have become old lotus leaves, washed with green dew and apple blossoms. The gulls and herons sleeping in the sand do not look back, and they seem to hate that people return early.

The partridges are rustling in the cold weather and the windows are locked. The phoenix trees should hate the frost at night. The wine shop prefers the bitterness of Tuancha, and the fragrance of Rui Nao is preferred when dreams are over.

Autumn is over, the days are still long, and Zhongxuan Huaiyuan is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk in front of Fenzun, and don't bear the yellow chrysanthemum on the east fence.

The partridge sky is dim and light yellow, the body is soft, the love is far away, only the fragrance remains. There is no need for light green and deep red, it is naturally the best among flowers. The plum is jealous, the chrysanthemum should be shy, the painting railing is open and crowned Mid-Autumn Festival, poets can be ruthless, why can't they see the harvest that year? In the spring of Yulou, are red plums red and crisp, willing to break the buds, and explore the southern branches to bloom all over? I don’t know how long it has been brewing, but I can see that it contains infinite meaning. The Taoist is haggard under the spring window, and the balcony is dull and worried.

Come and rest if you want to look down upon. It may not be possible tomorrow. From spring in Xiaochhong Mountain to spring in Changmen, the grass is green, and some of the red plum blossoms are broken and not evenly blooming.

The green cloud cage grinds the jade into dust, leaving behind the dream of dawn and shocking the spring. The shadows of flowers weigh heavily on the door, and the sparse curtains cover the pale moon. It's a good dusk.

In the second year, I lost my job to Dongjun for the third time and returned, intending to spend this spring. Linjiang Fairy Garden is much deeper, cloud windows and foggy pavilions are often exposed, willow branches and plum calyces gradually become clear, moling trees return in spring, and old people build Kangcheng.

There are so many things about feeling the moon and singing in the wind. Now that I am old and have no achievements, no one can pity me for being haggard and even worse. There is no point in trying the lamp, and I am not in the mood to walk in the snow. Linjiang Fairy's plum garden is much deeper, the clouds in the window and the foggy pavilion are late in spring, who is haggard and loses her beauty.

It is good to have a clear dream at night, so you should go to Nanzhi. The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful. The Qiang pipes in the south tower are no longer playing.

Who knows when the strong fragrance is blown away, but the warm wind will be late, and the apricot blossoms will not be fat. Dielian. 7. Poems about lovelorn love in ancient times

Li Yi The water-marked silk quilt is long and thoughtful, and the good times of a thousand miles will rest in one night.

From now on, I have no intention of loving the good night and let him go down to the west tower under the bright moon. This Qijue poem is titled "Writing Love", and if you look at the whole poem carefully, it seems to be about the painful mood of a lover after breaking an appointment.

This poem was written on the night after the girlfriend broke the date. The poet was lying on a precious and gorgeous bamboo mat with fine patterns, sleepless and full of thoughts.

It turns out that a long-awaited date has come to nothing. The other party changed his mind, and he changed his mind so quickly and suddenly that people were not even mentally prepared.

"A good time" means "thousands of miles away", so it can be seen that we are looking forward to it from afar, we have been looking forward to it for a long time, and this opportunity is rare. "Xiu" means "one night", which means that the blowing is fast, thorough and surprising.

And this happened just now. It was the poet's most painful moment, the time when "it is most difficult to breathe". In the dead of night, how can I not lose sleep when I think of this incident? The first and second sentences are inverted syntax from the perspective of cause and effect. The first sentence is the effect, and the second sentence is the cause.

This painful night turned out to be a good night with clear wind and bright moonlight. For the frustrated poet, the beauty of the good night was just in name only. How could he appreciate it? Not only is this the case tonight, from now on, he will never have any interest in a good night, no matter whether he goes up to the east building or goes down to the west building. The moon is the moon, and I am me. From now on, the two are not related. For those who are lovelorn, the clear light of the cold moon only adds to the lingering sorrow and evokes painful memories.

The artistic characteristic of this poem is the use of beautiful scenery to set off sadness. Under normal circumstances, the melting moonlight and brilliant starlight can arouse people's sense of beauty.

But for a soul immersed in pain, beauty has little effect on him, and sometimes it makes him more depressed and troubled. This poem uses a happy scene to express sadness, doubling its sadness.

Using "good night" and "bright moon" to highlight and exaggerate the melancholy, the loneliness and melancholy are more prominent, more subtle and deeper.