On Love Aestheticism Poetry

On Love Aesthetic Poems (30 sentences)

There are many clues to remember you when the wheat in Jingzhou ripens into a moth. The following is my collection of beautiful poems about love, hoping to help everyone. Let's have a look.

1, the harp sighs all night, and the strings are sad with wind and rain. -Wei Zhuang's "Night Thoughts on Terraced Terraces"

2. No one is alone in the secluded path. Who do you hate? -Cao Group's "Bu Operator Lan"

3. When the wind blows, a pool of spring water blows. Wandering in the fragrant path of Yuanyang, stroking the almond core with your hand.

4. He was born infatuated, and there is no place for lovesickness in the world.

5. Where is the ferry? Can someone tell me? , more and more rough. It is getting dark. -Meng Haoran's "Early Cold Jiang Huai"

6, the shade is a little more, and the corner is hard to get. -Liu Yun's Qixi Needle

I don't know how far you are. -Ouyang Xiu "I don't know how far you are after the spring in Lou Yu"

8, Mo Tao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers. -Li Qingzhao

9. The west wind blows cranes to the world. -Wu Wenying's "Complaining about Tanabata"

10, beauty knot dragon thought, this heart is sad.

1 1, Baoyu Yue Ming does not deceive others. Try again tomorrow. -Yan Ren's "Spring on the Jade Floor".

12, who covered the autumn fan with crows and hung the bright moon in the air for the king? -Wang Changling's "Autumn Hate in Nishimura"

13, don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone. -Li Yu's "Langtaosha"

14, the night of love has noon sunshine.

15, the wind and rain are bleak, and chickens crow. How can I not feel relaxed and happy when I see you in the wind and rain?

16, Jumping Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan female, with slender hands, tied the loom.

17, ah, she smells of cinnabar plum! At that time, I clung to her skirt with my light body, and I was close to her gentle heart-dissolving, dissolving, dissolving-melting into her gentle heart.

18, I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-I am in a dream, and obscurity is the glory in my dream.

19, I hope my soul will know the way and teach me to dream.

20. The rain is cool. I had a dream eleven years ago. -Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds"

2 1, since then, there is no beloved night, let him go to the west building under the bright moon. -"writing love"

22. The mountains are high and the birds are sad. The spring water is deep and the carp is fat. Empty birds are often hungry. Officials and women will be very happy. It makes more sense to go out and see white clothes. Still getting started, the center is sad. Go to the north hall and enter the west stage. In desperation, the machine twisted and the sound urged. Long sigh, to whom to confide. You have a line, I have read it. One day, but not yet. Scarf band, Sauvignon Blanc. You forgot your concubine, and you didn't know it. If I forget you, I should be punished for my crime. I have lines. I should know. Yellow and white. The highest mountain and the lowest valley. Surname is Su. Many people are very talented. They know enough. Chang 'an is in Shu, why not count horseshoes? Mutton and wine, wheat and millet fatten your horse. It takes four feet to make people know. You can't read. When from the four corners of the center.

23. What kind of stormy waves can annoy a soul like water in an eternal well? .

24, old dreams are unfounded, wake up alone after drunkenness, and things are fleeting.

25. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan. Song of Eternal Sorrow Don Bai Juyi

Charming people are fascinated by themselves, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

27, Bianshui, Surabaya, flows to Guazhou ancient ferry, Wu Shan is a little sad. Think of dragons, hate dragons, hate to rest when returning, and the moon people lean on the building.

28. The falling rain moistens my heart, just because of endless waiting. If I can give my love to the rain, I hope you can feel it.

29. It's cloudy in Qiu Qiu and first frost. The west wind passes through the house and sleeps alone. Listening to the rain on the eaves is extremely cold, and it is chilly several times. Who knows, in a few years. Tears never shed, strings travel thousands of miles. Remember to light the lamp, pour the wine into the pot and get together two months later. Kill it and have fun in front of you. Laugh at the sunset and the fallen leaves fall. Only loose and sparse flaky are needed to add to the cemetery. What can I do if my heart is not dead? Think back to the clouds. As the dust gradually dispersed, the air was filled with an atmosphere of sadness and joy.

30. Green clothes, green clothes and yellow clothes.