Don't stick to China's top ten love poems for some poems with charm. For example, there are plum blossoms, snow, fallen flowers and buried piano in the poem. Wait a minute. Beautiful artistic conception,

2. Huaying blowing sheng, the pale yellow moon is everywhere. ("Drunk Life and Dream Death" Fan Chengda)

3. The willow is looking for color, and the peach blossom is a garden. The wind blows into the curtains, just for the fragrance of clothes. ("Hu Weiguo" Zhang Hu)

Peach blossoms are burning, shining and countless dots are flying. In order to see Fang Lin smile, he said goodbye to Wen Shu. ("Miscellaneous Peach Blossom" Su Xiang)

5. In front of Miss Huang's tower, in Jiangdong, spring is lazy and sleepy. Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely deep red loves light red. (Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers by the River")

6. Peach blossoms come out of the fog, and there is a fairy home and a tree spring in the dream. Now the water enters the hole, from the peach blossom source. (Shang Liu's "Two Water Caves")

7. Yan Jing is like a cage moon, and the fragrance is not driven by the wind. Peach blossoms shine on the ground and are finally laughed at by demons. ("Pear Flower" Qian Qi)

8. Peach blossoms are shallow and deep, like even and deep makeup. The spring breeze broke my heart and blew off my white clothes. ("Peach Blossom" Yuan Zhen)

9. Ordinary wrist with gold thread and light red jocelyn. It's better to go in the water and watch peach blossoms all day. (Li Qunyu's Eight Poems of Beauty Gillian in Long 'an Temple)

10. Peach blossoms in the drizzle, and light gulls fly against the waves. The limelight was blocked, sitting on the hemp fiber. ("Wild Fishing" Han Wo)

1 1. At the beginning of the building, a wisp of Xia disappears, and the willow blossoms live, and the jade people pick plum blossoms in the month. Laughing and twisting powder fragrance will return to the drought, but also hanging curtains to protect window screens, the east wind is as cold as night. ("Huanxisha" He Zhu)

12. Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and Canyue. ("Yulinling" Liu Yong)

13. There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge hides sunset sails. (More than "Gangneung Hope to Send")

14. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered. A cloudy wine will make you happy, so don't go to Meng Han tonight. ("Farewell" Li Shutong)

15. The waiting hall is full of plum blossoms, small bridges and slender willows, and the grass is warm and swaying. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water. Inch by inch, my heart is tender, my eyes are full of tears, and the height of the building is not close to the dangerous fence. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and pedestrians are even outside. (Ouyang Xiu's "Treading on the Sand")

16. Pear Garden melts the moon, and catkin pond is breezy. (Tao Te Ching, Yan Shu)

17. Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow. ("Huanxisha" Qin Guan)

18. Fish comes out in the drizzle, but it's slanting in the breeze. (Du Fu's "Water Threshold to Send Heart")

19. Yue Minglou rested alone, and the wine turned into homesick tears. ("Su Mu" Fan Zhongyan)

20. The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast. The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. ("Night Tour" Du Fu)

2 1. buttonwood, it rains in the middle of the night, and the feelings of parting are bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. (Wen Tingyun's "The Third Song of More Leaks")

22. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. ("Jinse" Li Shangyin)

23. Tears asked the flowers to be silent and flew over the swing. (Ouyang Xiu's "The Head of butterfly lovers")

24. How much free time do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain. (He Zhu's "Hengtang Road")

25. Endless acacia tears throw red beans, and spring flowers can't be finished. (Cao Xueqin's "Red Bean Ci")

26. The feeling that the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water is hard to come out. (Yan Shu's Two Songs of Qingping Music)

27. Elegant flowers and long blue leaves make it difficult for the wind to hide the fragrance in the valley.

28. Lansheng glen is unknown. I'm Dong Xuanke.

29. Autumn Moon in Pinghu

-Raise your eyebrows

A bowl of mellow old wine is idle at the foot of Xiaogushan.

There is a quiet aroma floating on the wine surface.

Rippling with soft and quiet waves;

A transparent gem is embedded in the Qiantang River.

The surface of the ring reflects glittering and translucent luster,

Reflecting the orange moon.

Looking at the lake upstairs, the window lattice of camphor wood was pushed away.

Watching the distant mountains fall and the mountains rise and fall,

A silver vase surrounded by carved flowers,

The mountains and rivers of the Six Dynasties are still intact;

In Wang Hu Building, there are tables and chairs for pears.

Looking at the vast moon, the stars are scattered and fall on the carefully brewed celadon.

A thousand-year-old jade plate is still more dazzling and shy today.

The peaks in the north and south are magnificent,

Left a deep image on the lake,

Confirmed the ancient legend;

The upper and lower Tianzhu groups are wavy,

There is a mist floating on the lake.

A cloud of smoke telling history.

Weeping willows and undulating waves,

Surrounded by starry sea water,

On the water, there is a delicate nightingale;

Lotus leaves fluttered in the waves,

Dancing in a big green flying dress,

There are small waves shining between skirts.

Sail into Xiangxue seawall,

Melting in the gray night,

Listening to the midnight bell of Nanping Mountain ringing on the lake;

Draw a dew pool with wood pulp and osmanthus dew.

In the smoky wind,

Smell Gui Xiang, south full of Longxiang, around the flow.

Soft waves beat the strings of the boat,

Wu's words are full of spoony private words.

That is a little envious of the talents by the cold bridge;

Floods are everywhere,

Clear waves and soft light, mumbling,

It was a tryst between Su Zhen and Xu Xian at the broken bridge.

Lang Lang's moon print falls on the pond in Yingzhou,

Covered with smoke and autumn water, without a trace

There are waves in the light cold yarn;

The long ridge wrapped around the forehead of Xi Zi,

Send a golden wind to spread cool clothes,

The skin is wet and cold by the autumn dew.

Smoke waves condense in Penglai pool,

The pavilions in Jinmen soar into the sky,

Push the deep water of Ruandun in Bai Causeway;

The vast light covers the blessed land of Qiantang,

Look at the water, the sky will be bright and the lake will be high.

Looking at the colorful clouds and stars, the autumn moon is still fresh.

30.youth

The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.

The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.

Soft wind, soft dreams, soft morning light.

Light clouds and light tears, light years.

With the joy of wandering, I will never come back.

When I was young, no one raised the bitterness of homesickness.

I want to snuggle up in every golden sunset.

Every transparent dewdrop washed away my sadness.

I met her in full bloom in the distant spring.

Full of dazzling brilliance, like a beautiful fairy tale.

Allow me, song for you. I can't sleep every night.

Allow me to cry for you, and I can fly freely in tears.

The sky in my dream is very big, and I am lying under your eyelashes.

There were many days in my dream, but I began to want to go home.

I will bury all my songs on that blue hillside.

Waiting for the day when they become world legends.

The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.

The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.

Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings and evenings.

Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.

Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings and evenings.

Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.

3 1. When I meet you again

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When I meet you again,

Is your beauty still swaying like a pear flower in the spring breeze in March with rain?

Catkin flying, peach blossoms fluttering,

You pick a smiling spring flower,

The season of singing slowly and poetically.

When I meet you again,

Are your rosy cheeks like hibiscus still shining in the summer lotus in June?

Red flowers are gorgeous, green leaves are summer,

You pluck a smiling summer leaf,

Play briskly and sing like a song.

When I meet you again,

Is your face still as beautiful as autumn leaves in the autumn moon in August?

Falling wood stains the ground, the moon flows,

You hold a handful of cold autumn water,

Speaking of the time when people complained about everything.

When I meet you again,

Without Liu, there would be no peach blossoms; Dare not see Liu, dare not see peach blossoms floating.

However, I saw the cold winter wind whistling through the mountains.

When I meet you again,

Afraid of seeing red flowers and green leaves; I want to see red flowers and green leaves.

But seeing the snow in winter, there is no snow on the earth.

When I meet you again,

I want to see fallen trees and moonlight; No fallen trees, no moonlight.

But when I saw the winter night was quiet, everything was silent.

When I meet you again,

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