Second, since the monarch came out, the mirror has been dark. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time?
Third, I can't look at Jun Jun all day. I look up and smell magpies. -Feng Yansi's "Golden Gate, the wind is blowing"
Fourth, above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in either place. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
Five, the mountains have no graves, the rivers are inexhaustible, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are one, but dare to be with you!
Six, this time I leave you, it is the wind, the rain, the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends. -Zheng Chouyu's Farewell
Seven, don't refuse to say that beautiful oath because it may change, and don't dare to ask for a heart-to-heart meeting because it may be separated.
Eight, from the monarch, dark in the mirror. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time? -Xu Gan's Room Thinking
Nine, there is a beautiful woman, I can't forget it, I haven't seen it for a day, and I feel crazy. -Anonymous "Feng Qiu Qin Huang Ge"
Ten, hate afterglow, remember Jun Jun didn't know. -Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man, Good Spring in Luoyang City"
Eleven, life and death and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs, High Wind and Drumming"
Twelve, it is not the preference of birds, but sleeping in Nantang for fate. -Niu Qiao's "Recalling Jiangnan Red Embroidered Quilt"
Thirteen, I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. -Li Chi Ngai's operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River.
Fourteen, life and death are rich, Zi Cheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
15. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Sixteen, the beast furnace sinks hookah, the green marsh residual flower piece, writes the lovesickness biography line by line. -Zhang Kejiu's Sai Qiu Hong
Seventeen, acacia said acacia, Silang hates Xiaomin.
Eighteen, this is a sorrow that all mankind must know, but it is not as known as people who have been poor together. -Yuan Zhen's "Send Three Sad Hearts"
Nineteen, green scorpion, leisurely in my heart. If I didn't go to see you, didn't you receive my letter? Green is what you wear, and leisurely is my feeling. If I never visit you, can't you take the initiative?
At the age of twenty, on the surface, I seem happy to have new people, but I am doomed to leave my old friends behind. -Li Shangyin's Wind and Rain
Twenty-one, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. -Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems
Twenty-two, the Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
Twenty-three, if you don't miss love in this life, you will miss love and you will miss love.
Twenty-four, this situation can not be eliminated, you can only frown but mind.
Twenty-five, like this star is not last night, who is the wind dew standing in the middle of the night? -Huang Jingren's Two Poems of Love
26. I know that this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .
Twenty-seven, the fate is over, and the feelings are hard to stop. There are cliffs and endless thoughts.
Twenty-eight, if the two love for a long time, sooner or later.
29. The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers. -Shen Quanqi's Three Miscellaneous Poems
Thirty, I was going to talk about the return date before respecting you, but I didn't say anything about spring.
Thirty-one, I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou. -Li Shangyin's Walking Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn
Thirty-two, don't pluck the strings. Bitter to say. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
33. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west. Although the road is sunny, it is sunny. -Liu Yuxi's Zhi Zhu Ci
34. If you raise the road dust, if you make the cement muddy, when can we meet in harmony? -Cao Zhi's "Tall Buildings and Bright Moon"
Thirty-five, it seems that this star was not exposed in the middle of the night for whom the wind blew last night.
Thirty-six plans, I hope to unite as one and never give up. -Zhuo Wenjun's "White-headed Song"
Thirty-seven, I'm afraid I'll go first. I'll stay until I'm drunk. -He Zhu's "Eye-catching, Mix Jiang Shangdi Huaqiu"
Thirty-eight, what night is it today? Look at this lover. -Anonymous Poems of Tang and Song Dynasties
Thirty-nine, Pengshan has no way so far, and the bluebird looks forward to it.
Forty, an inch of acacia, nowhere in the world.
41. If you don't miss life, you will miss it, and you will miss it. -Xu Zaisi's "Gui Gui Ling"
Forty-two, what hope do I have in the darkness of our graves? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death. -Yuan Zhen's "Send Three Sad Hearts"
Forty-three, unscrewed and turned into empty, white-haired lovers are more precious. -Si Kongtu "Jiuquanzi buys apricot flowers"
Forty-four, enter my acacia door, know my acacia, acacia is like a memory, and acacia is infinite.
Forty-five, on the moon, the willow tips are on the head, and people are about after dusk. -Ouyang Xiu's Life Checker
Forty-six, Guan Guan's dove, in Hezhou. Ladies make gentlemen.
Forty-seven, an inch of acacia, there is no arrangement in the world. -Li Guan's "The Recent Flowers"
Forty-eight, sad month dry, miss you and I am cold. -Wei Zhuang's "Huanxisha, acacia at night is more leaking"
Forty-nine, the tiller loves the boat, and the spring grass is green and green. -Zhang Ji "Lumen is a thing"
Fifty, put wine in Dongli. After dusk, the sleeves are fragrant.
How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. To this end, I begged the Buddha for 500 years and asked him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Fifty-two, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. -Li Yu's Sauvignon Blanc, A Heavy Mountain
Fifty-three, you can't open your arms and you can't rely on it. -Cao Zhi's "Tall Buildings and Bright Moon"
54. The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
55. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night. -Zhang Jiuling's "Full Moon Philip Burkart"
People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. -Cui Hu's "South Village Title"
Fifty-seven, ask you what is light parting, how many groups can there be in a year? -Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man, Ask Why You Stay"
58. Wen Jun has two meanings, so he came to refuse. -Zhuo Wenjun's "White-headed Song"
Beautiful love poems (69)
First, easy to die without dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook.
Second, on a hot day, Mr. Shu and Mrs. Huarui got up at night to spend the summer on the Maha Pool and spoke.
Third, the sky is vast; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart.
Fourth, flowers and the moon are blurred, and there is no desire to look through the curtain.
Five, after the bleak farewell, the two should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment under the moon.
6. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and shed tears for others until dawn.
Seven, see Zhu thinking, haggard and fragmented to remember you.
Eight, Jinfeng Yuru won countless people as soon as they met. If two people have a long-term relationship, sooner or later!
Nine, the Qingming wind has not turned, I am cold in spring, and Lang is warm in spring.
10. I hide my stormy love in my heart so as not to let the other side have any psychological pressure. The more precious my love is, the more I cherish the love of others.
Eleven, a woman depends on her son and husband, with a poor heart living a life in Yi Shu.
Twelve, when the lonely flowers bloom, the beauty and Qiong Xuan stand side by side.
Thirteen, remember to say goodbye to you, plant peach moths.
Fourteen, ruthlessness is not like sentimentality, and an inch is still inextricably linked. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
Fifteen, the most concerned, the plum blossom is broken, and acacia is difficult to send.
Sixteen, I want to see a grand fashion decline process, I will keep wishing until the sea changes rapidly, until I am close to your smiling face.
Seventeen, acacia plum blossom hair all night, suddenly to the window suspected to be a gentleman.
Eighteen, the threshold chrysanthemum sorrow smoke blue tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering. The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu.
Nineteen, in the vast sea of people, meeting, knowing each other and staying together, no matter who is, it will not be smooth sailing. Only a person who is willing to pay and know how to be grateful can have a lifetime of love and happiness.
Twenty, affectionate but always ruthless, only when you laugh, you feel uncomfortable; Candles say goodbye with tears and cry for you until dawn.
Twenty-one, from the east of Bo, the first is like a cornice. No ointment? Who is suitable for it! I am willing to talk, I am willing to take the first disease. I am willing to talk and think. It almost killed me.
Twenty-two, ask how much sadness you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Twenty-three, a fragrant dew, sex and Wushan waste heartbroken.
Twenty-four, flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers.
Twenty-five, looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence; Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.
Twenty-six, the long strip, countless fireworks, you look back with lanterns, pavilions are short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.
27. We want to fly in heaven, two birds become one, and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
Twenty-eight, I want to know you, and I want to live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth become one can we break with you.
Twenty-nine, I plan to get drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Thirty, love will end when it is time to end. At that time, you didn't want to end it.
Thirty-one, Cui Zunyi cried, and the red calyx was speechless.
32. Ask the world what love is and teach life and death.
33, March rain and wind crazy, closing at dusk, spring comes without leaving. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Thirty-four, thousands of trees open in the east wind night, and the sky is full of stars and rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Thirty-five, after desolation, the two should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment under the moon.
36. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
Thirty-seven, arbitrarily relying on the fence, the mountains and rivers are infinite, and it is easy to see when it is difficult!
When the ends of the earth are poor, there is only endless acacia.
Thirty-nine, the fate is over, and the feelings are hard to stop. There are cliffs and endless thoughts.
Forty, there is a knife in the air, and it is difficult to cut away from sorrow.
Forty-one, what is Dong Jun, XieJiangXiang, cleverly decorated with a spring ice.
Forty-two, how can we avoid the sadness and hate of life, what is the limit of feelings!
Forty-three, the crowd searched for her for thousands of Baidu, looking back blankly, the man was there, and the lights were dim.
Forty-four, enter my acacia door, know my acacia, acacia is like a memory, and acacia is infinite.
Forty-five or seven years ago, it was hard to argue. The past spring scenery is gone, but my affection is in vain. I sing passionately at dusk, the morning breeze lingers for a thousand minutes, and the rain adds a tear. I was told who I fell in love with, and I was carried away by infinite loneliness.
46. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Forty-seven, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.
48, Xiao Xuan window, dress up, care for silence, only a thousand lines of tears.
49. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day. I drank a river.
50. since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Fifty-one, the clear water is boundless, and beauty is not hollow.
Fifty-two, Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, rushed, the cold rain came late, and the wind came late. When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Fifty-three years old, a moment that should last forever, came and went unconsciously!
Fifty-four, it is advisable to have immortals, hold Suyun Yellow Crane, and play with Jun.
Fifty-five, it is expected that Daimei will lock the Sui embankment again, but her heart will still move the Liang Garden.
Fifty-six, the wings of youth, cut the painful memory; Yesterday's tears stirred up ripples in my heart.
Fifty-seven, things are people, not everything, tears flow first.
58. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
Fifty-nine, two lovesickness all day long, fatigue is king, when flowers bloom.
Sixty, when * * * cut the candle at the west window, it said that it was raining.
Sixty-one, with tears in your eyes, don't meet and hate before marriage.
Sixty-two, acacia missed, looking forward to the breeze.
Sixty-three, recruiters Huaiyuan Road, what is night? There are no more participants. Quit your job from now on.
Sixty-four, sentimental since ancient times. What's more, it is as cold as Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Sixty-five, acacia leaks more every night, worrying about the dry moon, missing you and missing me cold.
66. Changting Road, Cao Fang, Qingyang, is easy to walk when you are young.
67. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
68. However, when I open my eyes, I can see the lifelong troubles in your brow all night.
Sixty-nine, I'm afraid I'll go first. I'll stay until I'm drunk.
Classical love poems (68)
First, the feeling is lingering, which is tied to the red snail. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"
Second, I can't look at Jun Jun all day. I look up and smell magpies. -Feng Yansi's "Golden Gate, the wind is blowing"
Third, the sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart. -Li Bai's Two Sauvignon Blancs
Fourth, we hope to fly in the sky, two birds grow together on the ground with a new wing, two branches of a tree ...-Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.
Fifth, I am afraid that both of us will have bad luck, and then I will sleep in the wind. -Nalan Xingde's "Golden Melody, Thinking of Dead Women"
Sixth, it is advisable to have a fairy, hold a plain cloud and a yellow crane, and play the king-Jiang Kui's "Cui Lou Yin Wu Bingdong"
Seven, the ice mirror spring enters the boudoir, and the golden urn is green and weeping. -Li Bai's Night Sitting
Eight, there are not many geese, but many lovesickness words. -Be careful "Sweep the flowers and go home on the 9th"
Nine, bonuses are easy to decline, such as Lang Yi, and the water flow is infinite. -Liu Yuxi's Four Poems on Bamboo Branches
Ten, single as flowers, from the center of the cloud! Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water. -Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc"
Eleven, the direct feeling of your love, a review, let me cry. -Lu Tong's "Daughter Song Upstairs"
Twelve, lovesickness has no words, don't waste your tears on flowers. -Yan's Three Songs of Partridge Sky
Thirteen, the tears are sealed, and life is only difficult to die. -Wen, "The Recent Flowers"
Fourteen, suddenly see the strange willow color, regret to teach my husband to find a seal. -Wang Changling in my heart forever
15. Sima Xiangru lives in Xiqiao Bridge in the state, with Qintai Maoling in the north. Love Wen Zhuojun after Illness —— Du Fu's Qintai
Sixteen, pillow barrier incense burner across the embroidered curtain, two years of bitter acacia, apricot flowers and bright moon should know. -cutie's "Huanxisha Pillow Barrier Embroidered Curtain Fumigating Furnace"
Seventeen, love is afraid of thinking. Looking at the long beach, the grass is full of heart. It's hard to find two places when you are sad to sing. -Zhu Yizun's "High Balcony"
Eighteen, you can't deliberately reward black magpies, but you can beg for silk with spiders. -Li Shangyin's Seven Nights of Wesin
Nineteen, yee seats like a bed cold jade pillow, where beauty drunk yellow flowers. -Wang Yuanliang's "Looking at Jiangnan Youzhou for Nine Days"
Twenty, stop * * * flowers to change hair. Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? . -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
Twenty-one, the clouds are light and the wind is high, the leaves are falling, the yard is cold and rainy, the moss is micro, and the boudoir people quietly cover the screen. -Gu Xun's "Huanxi Sand Cloud, Light Wind and High Leaf Flying"
Twenty-two, the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water. This situation is hard to send. -Yan Shu's Two Songs of Qingping Music
Twenty-three, I don't know how far you are. -Ouyang Xiu's "Yulouchun, I don't know if you are far away"
Twenty-four, what is Dong Jun, the solution will be fragrant, skillfully compose a spring ice. -Zhu Xiyan's "A Red Calyx and a Plum"
25. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. -Li Chi Ngai's operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River.
Twenty-six, endless acacia blood and tears throw red beans, spring flowers can not finish. -Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions
Twenty-seven, homesickness is hard to get, and books thank lovers. -Li Bai's "Send to Ang, Leave to Bazhong"
Twenty-eight, thinking about heartbreak, thinking about thousands of shares, giving you a quiet element and stealing a heavy cloud. -Wu Wenying's "Romantic Boy Yellow Peony"
Twenty-nine, if the two love for a long time, and get along with each other. -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"
Thirty, my husband is fighting in the abdomen, although I am like a candle. -Zhang Ji's "Women's Complaints"
Thirty-one, hate is not as good as tide, and acacia begins to feel that the sea is not deep. -Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha"
32. All roads lead to gold and jade. I only look at the alliance between wood and stone. Facing the sky, the nobles in the mountains are crystal clear with snow; I will never forget the lonely forest in the world. -Cao Xueqin's "lifelong mistake"
Since no one can bear the burden of my song for you, let it blow to Yanran with the spring breeze, and let me miss you outside the distant blue sky. -Li Bai's "Three Sauvignon Blancs"
Thirty-four, makeup "whispered to my husband that thrush depth is out of date. -Zhu Qingyu's "Try Jill Zhang Water"
At the age of thirty-five, only your eyes will open all night, which is a lifelong worry in your brow. -Yuan Zhen's "Send Three Sad Hearts"
Thirty-six, it may be unintentional to pass two butterflies and have a heart-to-heart relationship. -Song Qi's "Falling Flowers"
Thirty-seven, my eyes are like mountains and lang is like a stone Buddha. -Zhu Yizun's "Best of Yuanyang Lake"
Thirty-eight, what's it like? I'm a guest at dusk, and I can't bear to see you off. -Wu Wenying's "Qinyuanchun, Send Weng to visit Hubei and Bamboo"
Thirty-nine, I know I have been in love for a long time, and the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou disappoints me. -Li Shangyin's Walking Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn
Forty, regret being a businessman's wife, destined to be a fickle husband. -Xu Zaisi "Yangchun Qu is always in my heart"
Forty-one, I still think that staying in love, broadband is due to spring. -Wu Wenying's "Three Crimes of Crossing the River and Clouds, West Lake Qingming"
Forty-two, I can't write acacia, but I fly away with a cold wave. -Zhu Yizun's "Changting complains about slow geese"
Forty-three, bald and empty, Chunchun, I deliberately told Chunchun not to talk. -Serina Liu's "Yulouchun Dongshan Tan Mei"
44. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
45. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. -Huang Ming's Collection of Hangzhou Folk Poetry
Forty-six, in and out of your arms, shaking the breeze. -Ban Jieyu's "Songs of Complaint"
Forty-seven, stay here, you can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking. -Su Shi's "He Xinlang Summer Scene"
Forty-eight, red beans are ugly and full of acacia tears. -Niu Xiji's "The New Moon is as Beautiful as an Eyebrow"
Forty-nine, Jingzhou wheat is ripe into a moth, and there are many clues. -Li Bai's Song of Jingzhou
Fifty, I sing and dance, so do I. -Chen Shidao's "Give a little wine in addition to the night"
Fifty-one, after parting, remember to meet each other and dream of being with you several times. -Yan's "Three Partridges in the Sky"
Fifty-two, it's not that birds prefer you, but that they sleep in Nantang for fate. -Niu Qiao's "Recalling Jiangnan Red Embroidered Quilt"
Fifty-three, Qiu Lai empty boudoir, sweeping leaves at night. -Xia Wanchun's "Bu Operator Autumn to Empty Boudoir"
Fifty-four, I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How long is a hundred years? -Yuan Zhen's "Send Three Sad Hearts"
Fifty-five, jathyapple's dream curtain, ten miles of tenderness in the spring breeze. -Qin Guan's "Eight Six Sons"
Fifty-six, people like the wind into the clouds, love like rain sticky flocculant. -Zhou Bangyan's "Jade House Spring"
Fifty-seven, famous flowers pour into the country, caring for each other, smiling like flowers. -Li Bai's "Qingping Qi Diao"
Fifty-eight, after the bleak farewell, they should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment under the moon. -Nalan Xingde's "Young Beauty"
Fifty-nine, the moon shines on the curtain, recalling the dream of a gentleman. -Mao Xizhen's "Bodhisattva Man, Pear Blossoms Full of Fragrant Snow"
Sixty, the belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it. It makes people haggard for Iraq. -Liu Yong's Wu Fengqi
Sixty-one, fatigue is king, when flowers bloom. -the article "South Gezi, how low to lie"
Sixty-two, two lovesickness all day long, fatigue is king, when flowers bloom. -Wen Tingyun's Four Songs of Southern Song Dynasty
Sixty-three, don't miss life, you will miss it, you will miss it. -Xu Zaisi's "Gui Gui Ling"
Sixty-four, the couple in the village don't want it, and there are more tears than the Palace of Eternal Life. -Ma Wei of Yuan Mei
Sixty-five, thin shadow pity autumn waters, you must pity me and pity you. -Feng Xiaoqing's "complaints"
Sixty-six, tearful eyes ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. -Ouyang Xiu's "The Last Two Flowers"
Sixty-seven, tenderness is like water, and courtesy is like a dream. If two people have a long relationship, they won't go to court. -Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge"
Sixty-eight, falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. -Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems
Beautiful love poems _ love poems
One, ten years of life and death are two boundless, no thoughts, unforgettable, lonely graves thousands of miles away, nowhere sad. -Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
Second, it may be a marriage in a previous life or a fate in the next life. Meeting in this life will only increase useless resentment.
Third, the rainy night turns blue. Some people can create surprises without gestures.
Fourth, it is better to hate each other when the tide has faith, and acacia begins to feel that the sea is not deep. -Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha"
That's it, the mountains and rivers will never meet again.
Six, two lovesickness all day long, fatigue is king, when flowers bloom. -The article "The Second of Four Songs of Nan Gezi"
Seven, drifting away, I am still guarding you on the other side.
Eight, who will accompany me to return to the battlefield to unload my armor, who will accompany me to the end of the world, who will bear my life?
Nine, the solemnity of moonlight, the spirit of music, everything is just an illusion, fleeting.
10. Who is looking for the face in the memory of past lives in a broken world?
Eleven, flying flowers, dancing, how many feelings flying.
Twelve, the dream is wet and empty, and the frequent knocking on Yunzi surprises residual leakage. A cup of turbid wine is ugly and the world of mortals is thorough.
Thirteen, no one is playing with acacia tears.
If you teach your eyes no hatred, you won't believe that there are bald heads in the world. -Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky"
Fifteen, acacia said acacia, Silang hates Xiaomin. -Liang Qichao's Zhi Zhu Ci in Taiwan Province Province
Sixteen, Ling Hua bronze mirror cool, add fragrance to the eyebrows, daylights out. I just hope you are healthy.
Seventeen, a person's one-way, a person's morning and evening, a person's youth.
In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
Nineteen. She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
Twenty, the sword rises with misty peaks, and in the distance, the smoke falls and the flowers fall, and the dream is like Long song.
Twenty-one, for whom have you dedicated your life, and for whom have you carved the waiting for a thousand years into eternity?
22 years old, who sighs in the years.
Twenty-three, life is like a passer-by between heaven and earth.
Twenty-four, Yuzhu once wrote about the Phoenix Tour, where people go to the empty building and water goes to the empty building.
Twenty-five, I don't know the soul is broken, but I have a dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows? -Wei Zhuang's "The Head of Two Women's Champions"
Twenty-six, purple account refers to a cry, it is difficult to forget each other. Sword burial is a wound, and the mind is innocent.
Twenty-seven, dust has always been like water, and it is rare to cry. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.
28. If the road dust is raised and the cement is muddy, when can we meet in harmony? -Cao Zhi's "Tall Buildings and Bright Moon"