What poems describe romantic feelings?

Qin Guan? Song dynasty

Mountain painted Wei Yun, the sky faded, and the horn was painted to break the door. Suspend the collection, and talk about * * * leading away from the statue. How many Penglai past events, empty looking back, misty. Outside the setting sun, 10,000 points west of Western jackdaw, flowing water around the lonely village.

Ecstasy at this moment, the sachet is hidden, and the ribbon floats lightly. If you win, the brothel will exist in name only. When can I see you here? There are crying marks on the inner sleeve and the air. At the scene of the injury, the high city was in ruins and the lights were dim.

Translation:

On Huiji Mountain, the clouds are as light as ink painting; Outside Yuezhou, there are many weeds. The horn sounded intermittently above the city gate. On the passenger ship returning to the north, raise a glass to drink with geisha and chat goodbye. Looking back, how many affairs between men and women turned into wisps of smoke and vanished. As the sun sets, Western jackdaw in the west adorns the sky, and a curved water surrounds the lonely village.

When I am sad, I feel gentle and sweet. In a trance, I untied the tie around my waist and took off my sachet. In vain won the reputation of brothel fickleness. I don't know when we can meet again after this trip. Tears of parting wet the skirt and cuffs. When it is sad, the city has disappeared, the lights have been lit, and the sky has entered dusk.

2, picking mulberry seeds, the moon is deeply affectionate to Ying Xiao Wo

Nalanxingde? [Qing dynasty]

The moon is affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, and now she is laughing at me. Live up to the desire for love, walk alone and sing alone.

I dare not say what happened at that time recently. It was all blue-collar. When the moon is shallow and the lights are deep, where can I find clouds in my dreams?

Translation:

The affectionate moon should laugh at my ruthlessness and my failure to live up to her gentleness. Now that she has left me, I can only walk aimlessly and sing sadly alone.

Recently, I dare not mention what happened at the beginning. At that time, I still loved her and loved each other. Now in the bleak moonlight. In the dim light and shadow, distant lovers are like white clouds floating in dreams, with nowhere to pursue.

3. Man Fang Ting and Can Mei

Li Qingzhao [Song]

The small pavilion hides the spring, the idle window locks the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook. It's getting better and better to grow Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in the water? No one arrived, lonely and muddy, He Xun was in Yangzhou.

Never, knowing rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, not resistant to wind rubbing. Whose flute blows out deep sorrow. Don't hate incense to eliminate snow, be sure to guide, sweep away traces and stay. It's hard to say, it's still romantic when the night is bright and full of shadows.

Translation:

The attic is like spring, and the windows that are not used at ordinary times block out the daytime. Walking in the gallery, I found it very deep. When the incense was burned out, the shadow of the sun moved to the curtain foil, only to find that dusk was approaching. I like plum blossoms, and my Jiang Mei looks better. Why should I go upstairs to enjoy the romantic scenery and waste my time?

No one came to talk to me. Now I am alone in such a lonely environment, just like He Xun was swimming in Yangzhou. The color of plum blossoms is very beautiful. Although it is not as afraid of frost and snow as other flowers, it is delicate and difficult to withstand the devastation of cold wind and rain. Who played the flute Plum Blossom Fall, which aroused my sadness?

Don't resent the disappearance of Dimfragrance and falling flowers like snow, but believe that the trace of plum blossom is hard to find, but its affection lasts forever. It's hard for me to tell my family background. I want to have a wonderful evening. The faint moonlight casts a beautiful shadow of plum branches, from which I can also see the beauty and romance of plum blossoms.

4, partridge, blowing into the night wind through the residual smoke.

Liu Yong [Song Dynasty]

Blow the residual smoke into the night wind. A bright moon hangs on the porch. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, and my heart is different.

Affectionate and considerate. Yun Lan went back to recognize without a trace. I should only move on and love mandarin ducks.

Translation:

As night fell, the breeze suddenly dispersed the thin smoke, and a bright moon gradually rose outside the bamboo curtain of the window lattice. Because I am afraid of the road, I am more worried that people will not be together. Even if they can unite, they may not be in one place.

Love is endless and my thoughts are moving. It's still messy when you cut it. Yun, if you go back, I'm afraid there will be no trace. Such things and feelings should only appear in past lives, and they always like to put mandarin ducks together.

5.Linjiang County

Liu Yong? Song dynasty

I dreamed of a small courtyard, with cold wind and rain. Outside the window, autumn leaves fall wildly. My heart is shaking. Nai cold leaks forever, lonely and sad, tears and candles burn empty. For no reason, it's just an embroidered pillow and a leisurely night.

Depression. Love is hate, try to be young and tolerant. Chueh-hsin came here haggard with an old weather vane. Fascinating. Thinking about pleasure, smoke and waves hinder, Fang Yuan. It's boring to ask how to live a taboo life after 18 years old. ?

Translation:

The cold wind and drizzle in the yard woke me up from my dream. Outside the beautifully carved window, the autumn wind is blowing the fallen leaves and flying wildly. My heart was blown away. But this long night, she was alone in a quiet boudoir, letting the candles in her tears burn out in vain. For no reason, I spent a quiet night alone with my mandarin duck under the pillow.

Lonely and cold, she loves resentment and entanglement, but she is young and particularly delicate. Recently, I feel haggard and lose my former style. Sad soul needle I want to relive that happy dream, but I am blocked by the misty water, and my future appointment is in the foreseeable future. I want to ask, how long will this life last, and how can I bear so much depression!