Looking for love poems written by ancient women to men,

1, the operator of Song Dynasty-Li Zhiyi.

I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. 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.

I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, I can't see you, but I drink the same river. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward, and I don't know when it will stop, and I don't know when acacia will stop. I hope your heart, like mine, will live up to this lovesickness.

2, "Hairpin Phoenix, the world is thin"-Tang Wan in the Song Dynasty

The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry and the tears are residual. If you have to worry, just say it alone. Difficult, difficult, difficult!

People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy. Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!

Things are different, and human feelings are sinister. It rained in the evening and the peach blossoms were broken. The morning breeze dried up, and the tears of last night, when I want to write down my thoughts, I can only lean on the diagonal bar and call you in the distance of my heart, whispering to myself, hoping you can hear me. Difficult, difficult, difficult!

We are so close at hand, this time is different, I am also seriously ill, just like Qiu Qiansuo. Listening to the horn in the distance, I felt a chill in my heart, and the night was already deep. Afraid of being asked, I held back my tears and forced a smile in front of others. Hide, hide, hide!

3. The "Shang Xie" in Han Dynasty was anonymous.

Evil, I want to know you, and I want to live a long life. I long to know you, long live, this heart will never fade. Unless the towering mountains disappear, unless the raging rivers dry up. Unless thunder rolls in the cold winter, unless it snows heavily in the hot summer, unless heaven and earth meet and connect, I dare to abandon my feelings for you until such a thing happens!

God, I am eager to know you and cherish you. My heart will never fade. Unless the majestic mountains disappear, unless the raging rivers dry up. Unless the thunder is rolling in the cold winter, unless it snows heavily in the hot summer. I dare to give up my affection for you unless heaven and earth intersect.

4. "When a plum is cut, the red lotus root fragrance can make the jade fall"-Li Qingzhao in Song Dynasty

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

The lotus flower has faded, the fragrance has faded, and the bamboo mat is as cold as jade, showing a strong autumn. Gently take off the silk skirt and lie on the bed alone. Who sent the brocade book to the place where the white clouds curled up? It's time for the geese to form a herringbone and return to the south line by line. The moonlight is bright and soaking, and the lonely pavilion in the west is full.

Flowers, wandering by themselves, water, wandering by themselves, a kind of parting acacia, affecting two leisure worries. Ah, it can't be ruled out that this lovesickness, this sadness, has just disappeared from the frowning brow and is faintly entangled in my heart.

5, "Zheng Guofeng Wind Ji Zi"-anonymous in the pre-Qin period.

Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. If I didn't go to see you, didn't you get my letter?

Green is what you wear, and leisurely is my feeling. If I never visit you, can't you take the initiative?

Come on, always open your eyes, on this high tower. A day without seeing your face seems as long as March!

Green is your collar, and leisure is my miss. Even if I didn't pick you up, didn't you send the news? Green is what you wear, and leisure is what I feel. Even if I don't come to you, can't you come on your own initiative? Come and go, look around, on this tower. A day without you is as long as March!