What are the poems that describe lovers not being together?

1. Flowers bloom and fall, flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. (Li Qingzhao's "A Prune")

Flowers float at will, water floats at will, a kind of parting acacia, you and me, affecting the leisure of both places. 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.

When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen? I just hope your heart is the same as mine, don't miss me! (Li Chi Ngai's "Bu Operator")

The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward, and I don't know when it will stop, and I don't know when it will stop. I only hope that your mind is the same as mine, and you will live up to this mutual yearning.

3, tenderness like water, courtesy like a dream, forbearing to take care of the bridge to return home. If two people have been in love for a long time, is it still sooner or later? (Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy")

Tenderness is like water, meeting and hating each other is like a dream, and I can't bear to see Queqiao Road when I leave. As long as two people love each other till death do us part, why do you want to be very much in love?

4. In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and the leaves are full of hate. I am looking for it alone, and my dreams are not lights and embarrassing. (Ouyang Xiu's Lou Yuchun)

Last night, the wind blew all over the bamboo forest, conveying the rhythm of late autumn, and the voice of every leaf seemed to be telling resentment. I have a heart resting on a single pillow, hoping to meet you in my dream. Unfortunately, my dream can't come true, but the wick burns in the autumn wind.

5, wash and dress, relying on Wangjianglou alone. After all, Qian Fan is not here, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken! (Wen Tingjun, "Looking at Jiangnan")

After washing and grooming, I climbed the Wangjiang Tower alone, leaned against the post and stared at the surging river. Thousands of ships passed by, and none of the expected people appeared. The afterglow of the sun is lovingly sprinkled on the river, and the river flows slowly, and the yearning heart lingers on that Baipingzhou.

6, Dongfeng evil, Huan Qing thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no. Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Momomo. (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix")

How hateful the spring breeze is and how thin the joy is blown. A full glass of wine is like a sad mood, and life after leaving for a few years is very bleak. In retrospect, I can only sigh: wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring is still bright, but people have lost weight in vain. Tears washed away the carmine on his face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms in Man Chun fall on silent and empty ponds and pavilions. The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!