Poems describing the mood loss in rainy days

1 Liu Yongfeng Wuqi's belt gradually widened, and he did not regret it, which made people haggard for Iraq.

② The Book of Songs by Anonymous, Peak, Drumming, Seven Outlines, Zicheng Theory. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

3 Qin Guan's love affair will last for a long time.

Do you know when Li Bai's three, five and seven words are lovesick? At this point, the night is awkward.

5 Anonymous Feng Qiuhuang There is a beautiful woman in Qin Ge who is unforgettable. If she doesn't see it for a day, she will think like crazy.

6 Zheng Chouyu bid farewell to you this time, which is wind, rain and night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

7 Li Bai's 357 words entered my lovesick door, knowing that I was lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.

Supplement:

Go to the oak tree

If I love you-

Unlike climbing Campbell,

Show off with your tall branches:

If I love you-

Never imitate spoony birds,

Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

It is not just like a fountain,

Send cool comfort all year round;

It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.

Even during the day.

Even spring rain.

No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok beside you,

Standing with you as the image of a tree.

Roots, close to the ground,

Leaves, touching in the clouds.

Every time a gust of wind blows,

We all greet each other,

But no one

Understand what we said.

You have your copper branches and iron stems,

Like a knife, like a sword,

Like halberds,

I have my red flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a heroic torch,

We share cold waves, storms and lightning;

We enjoy the fog, the rainbow,

As if we were separated forever,

But they depend on each other all their lives,

This is great love,

Loyalty is here:

Not only love your strong body,

I also love your stand and the land under your feet.

Supplement:

Su Shi in Jiangchengzi

It is unforgettable to be born for ten years without thinking. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.