Poetry about confusion and not knowing where to go

1. Verses about marriage from Where To Go

Verses about Marriage from Where To Go 1. Verses about marriage

1. Picking up Gexi, one day Missing, it’s like three days. The other person's picks are rustling, and if you don't see them for a day, it's like three autumns. He is picking mugwort, and if you don't see him for a day, he looks like he is three years old.

————"The Book of Songs by Wang Feng." Picking Ge Ge》

2. The flowers float and the water flows. A kind of lovesickness, two worries, there is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart.

————Li Qingzhao's "One Cut Plum"

3. Ask the world, what is love? Zhijiao promised each other in life and death, and flew to the north and south of the world, and the old wing returned to the cold and heat several times. Pleasure is fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children among them. You should say something. Thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains and a few scenes at dusk, only shadows are going to whom? On Hengfen Road, in the lonely days, the flutes and drums were played, and the desolate smoke was still plain and clear. How could the soul-calling flowers be heard, and the mountain ghosts secretly cried in the wind and rain. The sky is jealous, and if you don't believe it, all the birds and swallows will be like loess. For thousands of years, in order to entertain the scholar, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.

———— Yuan Haowen's "Touching Fish"

4. Everyone wants to form a relationship in the future, but only in this life. We don't leave each other for twelve hours, and Lang Xinglang always sits on his shoulder.

———— "Folk Song" by Huang Zunxian of the Qing Dynasty

5. The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and the stars are like rain, the fragrance of BMW carvings fills the road, and the sound of wind flutes Move, the jade pot turns with light, and fish and dragons dance all night. The moth is covered with golden wisps of snow and willow, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance. The crowd is looking for her thousands of times, and when I look back, that person is there, the light bar has been removed.

———— "The Green Jade Case" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty (Yuan Xi)

6. The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, and the showers have begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent. Fang is nostalgic, and the orchid boat urges him to leave. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go thousands of miles away, the sky is vast and the mist is heavy at dusk. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and even more so, they can’t bear to be left out in the Qingqiu Festival. Where will you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, the good times and beautiful scenery should have been just in vain. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell me?

————Liu Yong's "Rain Bell"

7. Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is bad, happiness is thin, and I am filled with sadness. I have been away for a few years. wrong! wrong! wrong! Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and silky. The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book. Mo! Mo! Mo!

———— "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" by Lu You

8. A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is shaded. The sound of singing can be heard softly on the balcony, and the night is dark in the swing courtyard.

———— Su Shi's "Spring Night"

9. Farewell sounds and faces are vague, without thinking, and unforgettable. A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, with nowhere to say desolate, even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, His face is covered with dust and his temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly return to my hometown with a deep dream. They are dressing up outside the small xuan window. They look at each other without saying anything. Only a thousand tears can be shed. It is expected that the place where the heart has been broken every year, the moonlit night, the short pine trees.

————Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"

10. The concubine's forehead is covered with hair, and the flowers are folded in front of the door. Lang came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. Living together for a long time, the two children have no doubts. Fourteen is a gentleman's wife, and her face has never been ashamed. He lowered his head towards the dark wall and called out a thousand times. I raise my eyebrows at the age of fifteen, wishing to be like dust and ashes. How can I go up to my father's stand if I always keep my letter holding the pillar? The Sixteenth Lord went on a long journey to the Yanyu Islands in Qujiang. The month of May is untouchable, and the apes cry out in mourning from the sky. The old tracks in front of the door are covered with green moss. The moss is too deep to be swept away, and the leaves fall early in the autumn wind. In August, the butterflies are yellow and fly over the grass in the West Garden. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I sit and worry about my beauty growing old. Get off the bus in the morning and evening and send the book home in advance. We are not far away from each other until we reach the windy sand.

————Li Bai's "Changgan Xing"

2. Poems about marriage

The most classic one is: "The bond between life and death is broad, and I am happy with my son." "Hold your son's hand and grow old with him"

From "The Book of Songs·Beifeng·Drumming" "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. On July 7th, in the Changsheng Palace, no one was whispering in the middle of the night. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.

The peach blossoms shine brightly. When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family.

There is truth in the beauty of peach. When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family.

The leaves of the peach are pure. When the son returns home, it will be a good time for his family.

——Zhou Nan-Taoyao talks about women’s marriage and their role in the family. I wish to have the person of my heart and stay together forever.

Han Dynasty; Zhuo Wenjun's "Baitouyin" If you succeed, why should you die? I would like to be a mandarin duck but not an immortal. Tang Dynasty; Lu Zhaolin's "Ancient Meaning of Chang'an" I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.

As time goes by, this hatred will last forever! Tang Dynasty; Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow". Endless lovesickness and blood and tears throw away red beans, and endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building. Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions" Jiangling's sorrow and hope have a message. The maple leaves are thousands and thousands of branches, and the river bridges cover the late evening sails.

Recalling your heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest. 1. He was picking kudzu, and if he didn't see it for one day, it would be like he was here for three days.

The other person's clothes are rustling. If you don't see him for a day, it's like three autumns. He is picking mugwort, and if you don't see him for a day, he looks like he is three years old.

————"The Book of Songs by Wang Feng." "Picking Ge" 2. The flowers float and the water flows.

A kind of lovesickness, two worries, there is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart. ——Li Qingzhao's "One Cut Plum" 3. Ask the world, what is love? Zhijiao promised each other in life and death, and flew to the north and south of the world, and the old wing returned to the cold and heat several times.

Happiness is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more idiotic children among them. You should say something. Thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains and a few scenes at dusk, only shadows are going to whom? On Hengfen Road, in the lonely days, the flutes and drums were played, and the desolate smoke was still plain and clear. How could the soul-calling flowers be heard, and the mountain ghosts secretly cried in the wind and rain.

The sky is also jealous. If you don’t believe it, the orioles and swallows are all in the dust. For thousands of years, in order to entertain the scholar, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.

————Yuan Haowen's "Moyu'er" 4. Shangxie, I want to know you, and live forever. The mountains are endless, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder shakes the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are united, and I dare to be with you.

———— 5. The east wind blooms thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows them down. Stars are like rain, BMW carvings fill the road with fragrance, the wind flute sounds, jade pots turn with light, and fish and dragons dance all night. The moth is covered with golden wisps of snow and willow, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance. The crowd is looking for her thousands of times, and when I look back, that person is there, the light bar has been removed.

————Song Xin Qiji's "The Green Jade Case" (Yuan Xi) 6. The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, and the showers have begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent. Fang is nostalgic, and the orchid boat urges him to leave.

Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. Thoughts go thousands of miles away, the sky is vast and the mist is heavy at dusk.

Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and they are even more unworthy of leaving the Qingqing Festival in the cold. Where will you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls.

After so many years, the good times and scenery should have been just a mere waste. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell me? ——Liu Yong's "Raining Bell" 7. You know that I have a husband, so you give me a pair of pearls. Feeling your affection, I tied them in a red lining. The tall buildings of my concubine's house rise to the sky, and the beloved man holds a halberd in the bright light. I know that your intentions are like the sun and the moon. The death of your husband is like life and death.

Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing we had met before she was married. ———— 8. A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is shaded.

The sound of the singing tube is soft on the balcony, and the night is dark in the swing courtyard. ——Su Shi's "Spring Night" 9. Farewell, the sound and appearance are vague, without thinking, unforgettable, a lonely tomb thousands of miles away, no place to talk about, desolate, even if we meet, we should not know each other, our face is covered with dust, and our temples are like frost.

At night, you suddenly return home from a deep dream. They are dressing up outside the small xuan window. They look at each other without saying anything. Only a thousand tears can be shed. It is expected that the place where the heart has been broken every year, the moonlit night, the short pines. ——Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" 10. The concubine's forehead is covered with hair, and the flowers are folded in front of the door.

The man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to pick green plums. Living together for a long time, the two children have no doubts.

At the age of fourteen, she is a gentleman's wife, and her face has never been ashamed. He lowered his head towards the dark wall and called out a thousand times.

I raise my eyebrows at the age of fifteen, willing to be like dust and ashes. How can I go up to my father's stand if I always keep my letter holding the pillar?

The Sixteenth Lord traveled far away, to Quganyan Island. The month of May is untouchable, and the apes cry out in mourning from the sky.

The old tracks in front of the door are covered with green moss. The moss is too deep to be swept away, and the leaves fall early in the autumn wind.

In August, the butterflies are yellow and fly on the grass in the west garden. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I sit and worry about my beauty growing old.

Get off the bus in the morning and evening and send the book home in advance. We are not far away from each other until we reach the windy sand.

————Li Bai's "Changgan Xing" 11. Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is bad, happiness is thin, and I am filled with sadness. I have been away for a few years.

Wrong! wrong! wrong! Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and silky. The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book.

Mo! Mo! Mo! ——Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" 12. Everyone wants to form a relationship in the future, but only in this life. We don't leave each other for twelve hours, and Lang Xinglang always sits on his shoulder.

————"Folk Song" by Huang Zunxian of the Qing Dynasty 13. Last year, today, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.

————Tang Cuihu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City" 14. The night stars and the night wind, the west side of the painting building and the east side of Guitang. There are no colorful phoenixes flying in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart. Send it to the other side. The spring wine is warm, and the wax lamp is red. Sighing, I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's request. I walked around Malantai and turned around.

————"Untitled" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty 15. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms will not think about it until they die, and wax will turn into ashes before their tears dry up.

When I look into the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.

————"Untitled" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty 16. Dancing in the snow and singing clouds, leisurely light makeup, light skirt dyed deeply with blue water. The face is full of wine, the pink color brings spring, the conversation is smarter, the mood is beautiful, and the spirit is good.

The river is empty, where is the limping wave? Green willows and red doors beside the moon bridge. The bell is broken and the corners are broken, and the dusk is gone again. I feel sad about something in my heart, and tears in my eyes, about the person I love.

———— Zhang Xian of the Song Dynasty "Xing Xiangzi" 17. The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night.

When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep.

When I cry, I startle my concubine in my dream, and I cannot get to western Liaoning.

———— "Yizhou Song" by Gai Jiayun in the late Tang Dynasty 19. The flowers have faded and the red and green apricots are small. When the swallows are flying, the green water is surrounded by people. There are few willow cotton blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world.

Autumn moves inside the wall, and outside the wall, people walk outside the wall, and the beauty inside the wall smiles. The laughter gradually fades away and becomes smaller, but the passionate one is annoyed by the ruthlessness.

———— "Butterfly Loves Flowers" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty 20. The wind and catkins have turned into duckweeds, and the mud lotus is strong and beautiful, and the lotus root silk lingers; treasure the petals of the twisted incense to remember the past life. When people are passionate, they become less passionate, and now they are really not passionate; when they look back with a broken heart, they shed no tears.

——Qing Nalan Xingde's "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi" 21. Cold rain.

3. Ancient poems about marriage

Classic poems about marriage

1. The road to Taihang can destroy a car, but it is smoother than the human heart; the road to Wu Gorge Water can capsize a boat, but it is more peaceful than the human heart. People's likes and dislikes are not constant, and those who like to sit on their hairy feathers and those who hate them will develop sores. I haven't been married to you for five years, how can I expect that the cow girl will become a businessman. In ancient times, it was said that beauty faded and abandoned each other. At that time, the beauty still regretted it. What's more, in the Luan mirror now, my concubine's appearance has not changed and your heart has changed. When I smoke my clothes for you, I smell the fragrance of orchids and musk deer; when I decorate my face for you, I see that the pearls and emeralds have no color. The road is difficult, more difficult than the mountains, and more dangerous than the water. This is not only true for husbands and wives in the human world, but also for monarchs and ministers in modern times. If you don't see me, I will give you words on the left and history on your right. I will accept your kindness in the morning and grant my death in the evening. The difficulty of traveling is not due to water or mountains, but due to repeated human relationships. ——"Taihang Road"

2. Go under the cupboard for three days, wash your hands and make soup. I'm not familiar with my aunt's eating habits, so I sent my sister-in-law to taste it first. ——"The Newlywed"

3. A clever wife stays with her clumsy husband until she sleeps, and a thousand-mile marriage ties the thread together. Everything in the world passes through sorrow, and the moon is always round as if there is no hatred. ——"Collection of Common Sayings and Bamboo Branch Poems"

4. Chang'an is covered by a moon and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes. The autumn wind cannot blow away, but there is always love between the two. When will the Hulu be defeated? A good man quits his expedition. ——"Midnight Wu Song"

5. The moon shines on Kyushu, making some families happy and others sad. Some couples live together in tents, while others are scattered in other states.

—— Song "Wu Ge", "Jingben Popular Novels" and "Feng Yumei Reunion"

4. What are the poems about marriage?

The poems about marriage are:

1. Once you sign up and agree to make peace, you can get married. "The Peacock Flies Southeast" Era: Han Author: Han Anonymous

2. Men get rich when they are old, and women get married later. "Autumn Hibiscus" Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi

3. Shufu did not hang up his ribbon in court, and his marriage ended peacefully. "The Young Master Fu Guan stopped expressing his joy during the Hundred Days' Holiday" Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi

4. Two golden seals and two flower ribbons, a marriage of wealth and honor has never happened before. "Princess Anle's Flowers and Candles" Era: Tang Author: Zhang Shuo

5. The prosperous and prosperous two are at odds with each other, and they are married to Lang Nianshao. "Ancient Meaning" Era: Song Author: Chen Yu

6. Mo Yao grew up on his own, and his name has no official records. The market is easy for mixed people, and marriages are common for wooden guests. "Mo Yao Ge" Era: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi

7. Relatives and friends are childish, but marriages are planned. If there is a fight in the sky, people can always have faith. "Ji Tui Zhi" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Ji

8. Thirty men have a wife, and twenty women have a home. In modern times, there are many divorces and many expired marriages. "Five Poems for Friends" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi

9. The old man and the young man in Tianzhong met He Xinxin. There are only two surnames in one village, and marriages last for generations. "Zhu Chen Village" Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi

10. Whoever believes in the faith does not repent of common customs and marriage. "Man Ting Fang Presented to Mr. Wang of Hukou" Year: Yuan Author: Ma Yu

11. Such a person is pregnant with marriage.

"House" Era: Pre-Qin Author: The Book of Songs

5. Ancient poems about marriage

I wish to have the person of my heart, and we will never be apart until we grow old together. Han Dynasty; Zhuo Wenjun's "White Head Yin"

How can I die if I have achieved success?

I wish to be a mandarin duck but not to envy the immortals. Tang Dynasty; Lu Zhaolin's "Ancient Meanings of Chang'an"

I don't have the wings of a colorful phoenix

A clear connection between the two minds. Tang Dynasty; Li Shangyin's "Untitled"

In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on the ground, I wish to be a branch.

The eternal and the earth will eventually end, and this hatred will last forever. End of life! Tang Dynasty; Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"

Once upon a time, it was difficult to change the sea, but Wushan is not a cloud.

Take the flower bush to look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. Tang Dynasty; Yuan Zhen's "Lisi"

In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom

One inch of lovesickness and one inch of ashes. Tang; Li Shangyin’s "Untitled"

Candles say farewell with intention, and weep for others until dawn .Tang Dynasty; Du Mu's "Farewell"

Flowers bloom and must be broken, but don't wait until there are no flowers left! Du Qiuniang of the Tang Dynasty's "Golden Threaded Clothes"

The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it, and I feel haggard because of the loss of Yi. Song Dynasty; Liu Yong's "Feng Qitong"

The past has become empty, Just like in a dream. Li Yu's "Midnight Song: How can one avoid sorrow and hatred in life"

Knowing my intention and feeling your pity, I must ask God for this feeling! Li Yu's "The Golden Bird Hairpin"

On the willow branches in the moonlight, people meet at dusk. Zhu Shuzhen's "Hanzha Zi"

When we meet, we fight as if we have not seen each other, and we are affectionate but still seem to be ruthless. Sima Light

When the ends of the earth are limited, there is only endless love. "Spring in the Jade House"

The sky is not old, the love is hard to die

The hearts are the same There are thousands of knots in the double silk net. Zhang Sheng's "Qianqiu Sui"

Passionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times. It is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival. Where can I wake up tonight?

Here we go After many years, it should be a mere display of good times and good scenery.

Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them? ! Liu Yong's "Yulin Ling"

The flowers float and the water flows.

One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.

There is no way to eliminate this feeling. I just lowered my brows, but it was in my heart.

Searching and searching, deserted and miserable.

This time, how can there be such a thing as "sorrow"?

Speechless, I went up to the west building alone. The moon is like a hook. The lonely phoenix tree in the deep courtyard locks the autumn.

The cutting is constant. The rationalization is still chaotic. It is the sorrow of separation. The separation is ordinary. The taste is in my heart.

How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. "The Poppy"

This feeling can be recalled, but it was already at a loss at that time. Li Shangyin "Jin Se"

Ten years of life and death are blurred, but Thinking makes you unforgettable.

In the small window, they are dressing up, looking at each other without words, only a thousand tears. Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi"

I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly looked back, that But the person is there, in the dimly lit place. Xin Qiji's "Qingyun Case Yuanxi"

Tenderness is like water, and good times are like dreams.

If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they be together in court? .Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge"

If you don't miss lovesickness in your life, you will miss it, which will harm your lovesickness. Yuan Xu Zaisi "Spring Love in the Toad Palace"

Since ancient times, passion has always left no room for hatred, and good dreams are the easiest to come from. Wake up. Qing Dynasty; Shi Qing's "Xi Yi Ti"

If the color is not charming, people will be fascinated by themselves, but beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Huang Chang's "Collection of Hangzhou Sayings and Poems"

Endless lovesickness Blood and tears throw red beans, and the spring willows will bloom endlessly and the spring flowers will fill the painting building. Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions"

Talking about lovesickness under the acacia tree, Si Lang hates Lang Lang without knowing it. Republic of China; Liang Qichao

Several details Thinking

I am willing to miss lovesickness! Hu Shi's "Sheng Chazi"

Life has been full of love and obsession since ancient times, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. Song Dynasty; Ou Yangxiu's "Spring in the Jade House"

6. Asking for advice on love and marriage Ancient Poems

1. "The Book of Songs·Wei Feng·Meng"

The rogue Chi Chi holds cloth and silk. Bandits come to trade silk, and when they come, they come to plot against me. Send the son to Sheqi, and go to Dunqiu.

The gangster is my fault, and I am an unscrupulous matchmaker. The general will not be angry, and autumn will come.

Take advantage of that wall to hope that the pass will be restored. I don't see the return pass, and I burst into tears. Seeing the return pass, I laughed and talked.

Erbul Erzhen, the body has no blame words. Come with your car and move with my bribe.

Before the mulberry leaves fall, their leaves are like silk. The doves are crying, and there are no mulberries to eat! As a lamenting girl, I have no time to spend time with scholars!

It can still be said that scholars are delayed. A woman's procrastination cannot be explained.

The mulberry trees have fallen, and they have turned yellow and fallen. Self-imposed, poor at the age of three. The water in Qishui is flowing, and the curtains and clothes are gradually falling.

Women are also unhappy, and scholars behave differently. Scholars are also extremely ignorant, but only have two or three virtues.

Being a wife at the age of three, she has to work hard at home; Once the words are fulfilled, they become violent.

My brother didn’t know, so he laughed. Think about it quietly and bow to mourn.

As we grow old together, old age makes me resentful. Qi has a bank, and Xi has a bank. At the general banquet, Yan Yan talked and laughed.

Be true to your word and never think about the opposite. On the contrary, if you don’t think about it, that’s enough!

2. "Sidi Township" Wei Zhuang

During a spring trip, apricot blossoms bloom all over your head.

Who is young and charming on the road?

I plan to marry you and live in peace for the rest of my life.

Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you cannot be ashamed.

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On a summer trip, poplars are covered with flying catkins.

Young and frivolous, arbitrary and shameless.

In order to show off her beauty, she wore a jade dress and scratched her head.

Stop worrying!

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Traveling in autumn, the fallen flowers are full of flowers.

The love between son and son is deep, Yiyi sheds tears, and hates separation.

I can’t bear to say goodbye until the landslide and the water flow stop!

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When traveling in winter, it’s like water, clouds, and snow falling all over your head.

No one knows where the young man is.

Even if you don’t care, you will fall into the clouds and mud,

Look at each other and laugh endlessly!

3. Li Bai's "Changgan Xing"

The concubine's forehead is covered with hair, and the flowers are folded in front of the door. Lang came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. Living together for a long time, the two children have no doubts. Fourteen is a gentleman's wife, and her face has never been ashamed. He lowered his head towards the dark wall and called out a thousand times. I raise my eyebrows at the age of fifteen, wishing to be like dust and ashes. How can I go up to my father's stand if I always keep my letter holding the pillar? The Sixteenth Lord went on a long journey to the Yanyu Islands in Qujiang. The month of May is untouchable, and the apes cry out in mourning from the sky. The old tracks in front of the door are covered with green moss. The moss is too deep to be swept away, and the leaves fall early in the autumn wind. In August, the butterflies are yellow and fly over the grass in the West Garden. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I sit and worry about my beauty growing old. Get off the bus in the morning and evening and send the book home in advance. We are not far away from each other until we reach the windy sand.

4. "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" by Lu You

Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is bad, happiness is thin, and I am filled with sadness. I have been away for a few years. wrong! wrong! wrong! Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and silky. The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book. Mo! Mo! Mo!

5. "Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Grottoes" by Cai Yong of the Han Dynasty

The grass on the bank of the river is green and long, thinking of the distant road; the distant road is unimaginable, and I have only dreamed of it in the past. I dreamed that I was next to me, but suddenly I felt that I was in a foreign country; I was in a foreign country in a different county, and we never saw each other again and again. The withered mulberry trees know the wind in the sky, and the sea water knows the cold weather. Everyone is charming when they come in, but who is willing to talk to each other? A guest came from afar and left me a pair of carps. There was a plain calligraphy in the carp. I knelt down to read the plain calligraphy. What happened to the book? The upper words add food and the lower words make us remember each other.

6. "Untitled" by Li Shangyin

The heavy curtains are deep in the Mochou Hall, and the green night after sleeping is slender; the life of a goddess is originally a dream, and the sister-in-law has no husband at all. The wind and waves don’t believe that Lingzhi is weak. Who teaches the fragrance of osmanthus leaves to Moon Dew? Until it is useless to miss lovesickness, it might as well be melancholy and pure madness.

7. Xu Zaisi's "Order of Gui Gui"

People who don't usually miss lovesickness will only love lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness. The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, and the energy is like gossamer.

A wisp of lingering fragrance is here, hoping for the rich wanderer: when will the syndrome come? When the lamp is half dim, when the moon is half bright.

8. Anonymous "Ancient Song of Beauty"

The white rabbit wanders east and west; the clothes are not as new as new, and the people are not as old as before.

9. Jiang Chengzi's dream on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao by Su Shi

In the ten years of life and death, life and death are boundless, without thinking (liáng), since one cannot forget (wáng). Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, nowhere to say desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not recognize each other, our faces will be covered with dust and our temples will be as frosty as frost.

At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year[1], and the moonlit night will be short of pine hills.

10. "Huanxi Sand" by Nalan Rongruo

Who thinks that the west wind is cold alone, the rustling yellow leaves are closed and the windows are closed, and the setting sun stands while meditating on the past. Don't be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the scent of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.

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7. Poems expressing helplessness about the failure of marriage

In ancient times, women’s lives were often restricted, and men were superior to women. Many men did not cherish women’s affection, so women’s marriages failed and they felt helpless. There are actually quite a few poems, so here are a few:

We grow old together, and the old makes me resentful. Qi has a bank, and Xi has a bank. At the general banquet, Yan Yan talked and laughed. Be true to your word and never think about the opposite. On the contrary, if you don’t think about it, that’s enough!

This is a verse from the Book of Songs·Meng, which means

We vowed to grow old together, but now we have resentments. The surging Qishui River will eventually have a shore, and the swamp will have an end even though it is wide.

Recalling the many happy gatherings when we were young, the long friendship between joking and laughing. Back then, they had made an oath to each other, but unexpectedly they turned against each other and turned into enemies.

Don’t think about betraying the alliance again, forget it now that you have declined the favor.

I heard that you had two opinions, so I came to resolve it.

This poem comes from Zhuo Wenjun, and there is such an allusion:

Sima Xiangru married a talented and beautiful woman like Zhuo Wenjun with a song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix".

But after Sima Xiangru became a high official and was favored by the emperor, he stayed with prostitutes and took concubines, but ignored Zhuo Wenjun.

Wenjun composed "Baitou Yin" and wrote: "It's as white as snow on the mountain, as bright as the moon in the clouds. I heard that you have two minds, so I came to fight with you. Today is a drinking party, and tomorrow is the end of the ditch." The ducks are dancing on the ditch, and the water is flowing east and west. There is no need to cry when marrying. If you want to marry someone, the bamboo pole will curl up, and the fish's tail will stick. "The sword is for you!"

It is also Wenjun's expression of the failure of his marriage.

8. What are the poems praising "marriage"

1. A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is shaded. The sound of singing can be heard softly on the balcony, and the night is dark in the swing courtyard. Su Shi's "Spring Night"

2. Farewell, the voice and appearance are vague, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles alone in the tomb, nowhere to talk about the desolation, even if we meet, we should not know each other, the face is covered with dust, and the temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly return to my hometown with a deep dream. They are dressing up outside the small xuan window. They look at each other without saying anything. Only a thousand tears can be shed. It is expected that the place where the heart has been broken every year, the moonlit night, the short pine trees. Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"

3. The concubine's hair first covers her forehead, and the flowers are folded in front of the door. Lang came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. Living together for a long time, the two children have no doubts. Fourteen is a gentleman's wife, and her face has never been ashamed. He lowered his head towards the dark wall and called out a thousand times. I raise my eyebrows at the age of fifteen, wishing to be like dust and ashes. How can I go up to my father's stand if I always keep my letter holding the pillar? The Sixteenth Lord went on a long journey to the Yanyu Islands in Qujiang. The month of May is untouchable, and the apes cry out in mourning from the sky. The old tracks in front of the door are covered with green moss. The moss is too deep to be swept away, and the leaves fall early in the autumn wind. In August, the butterflies are yellow and fly over the grass in the West Garden. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I sit and worry about my beauty growing old. Get off the bus in the morning and evening and send the book home in advance. We are not far away from each other until we reach the windy sand. Li Bai's "Changgan Xing"

4. Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is bad, happiness is thin, and I am filled with sadness. I have been away for a few years. wrong! wrong! wrong! Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and silky. The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book.

Mo! Mo! Mo! "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" by Lu You

5. Everyone wants to form a relationship in the future, but we can only form a relationship in this life. At twelve o'clock, we did not say goodbye, and Lang Xinglang always sat on his shoulder.

"Folk Song" by Huang Zunxian of the Qing Dynasty

6. On this day last year, in this door, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.

"Inscribed on Nanzhuang of the Capital City" by Cui Hu of the Tang Dynasty

7. Painting the night stars and the night wind, painting the west side of the building and the east of Guitang. There are no colorful phoenixes flying in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart. Separate seats are served with gouchun wine to warm them, and separate seats are covered with wax lamps and illuminated with red lights. Sighing, I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's request. I walked around Malantai and turned around. "Untitled" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

8. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms will not think about it until they die, and wax will turn into ashes before their tears dry up. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting. "Untitled" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

9. Dancing in the snow and singing to the clouds, leisurely light makeup, light skirt dyed deeply with blue water. The face is full of wine, the pink color brings spring, the conversation is clever, the mood is beautiful, and the spirit is good. The river is empty, where are the waves? Green willows and red doors beside the moon bridge. The bell is broken and the corners are broken, and the dusk is gone again. I am sad about something in my heart, and the tears in my eyes are about the person I love. Song Zhangxian's "Xing Xiangzi"

10. The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night. When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep. "Watching the Moon and Huaiyuan" by Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty

11. When you beat up the yellow oriole, don't let it sing on the branches. When I cry, I startle my concubine in my dream, and I cannot get to western Liaoning. "Yizhou Song" written during the Jiayun period of the late Tang Dynasty

12. The flowers have faded and the red, green and apricots are small. When the swallows fly, people are surrounded by green water. There are few willow cotton blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world.

Autumn moves inside the wall, and the road outside the wall moves. Pedestrians outside the wall, and the beautiful lady inside the wall smiles. The laughter gradually becomes quieter and quieter, and the passionate people are annoyed by the ruthlessness.

"Butterflies in Love with Flowers" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty