The saddest love poem

1, flowers from Shui Piao, one kind of acacia, two places of leisure.

2, the belt is getting wider and wider, I don't regret it.

Laughter dies in silence, but passion is annoyed mercilessly.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed.

1, Prunus mume, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn.

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Author: Li Qingzhao

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

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The lotus flower is exhausted, the fragrance has disappeared, and the bamboo mat is as cold as jade, showing a strong autumn. Gently take off the silk skirt and lie on the bed alone. Looking up at the distant sky, where white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? It's time for the geese to line up and return to the south line by line. The moonlight is bright and soaking, and the lonely pavilion in the west is full.

Flowers, wandering by themselves, water, wandering by themselves, a kind of parting acacia, affecting two leisure worries. 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.

2, butterfly lovers, leaning against dangerous buildings, the wind is fine

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Author: liuyong

It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently?

I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.

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I leaned on the railing of a tall building for a long time, and the breeze brushed my face a little bit, which made me feel dejected in the endless spring, and my depression and sadness rose from the distant and boundless sky. Green grass, drifting clouds and smoke, hidden in the afterglow of sunset, no one understands my feeling of leaning against the railing.

I'm going to get drunk in my bohemian mood and raise a glass to sing, but I feel meaningless when I barely laugh. I'm getting thinner and thinner, but I haven't always regretted it. I'd rather look haggard because of her thinness.

3. Butterfly Hua Lian Spring Scene

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Author: Su Shi

Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are many fish in the sea.

Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. The laughter died away, and so did the sound. Affectionate but heartless chagrin.

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Spring is coming to an end, flowers are dying, and green fruits have grown on apricot trees. Swallows fly across the sky, and clear rivers surround the villagers. The catkins on the willow branches have been blown less and less, but don't worry, lush grass can be seen everywhere. Inside the fence, there is a girl playing on the swing. The girl gave a beautiful laugh, which could be heard by pedestrians outside the wall. Slowly, the laughter in the fence stopped, and pedestrians were at a loss, as if they were deeply hurt by a heartless girl.

4. gold

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Author: Li Shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.

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Jinse, why do you have fifty strings? Every string and paragraph reminds people of the year of Huang Jinhua. My heart is like Zhuangzi, confused by butterfly dreams; Another example is watching the emperor, turning the cuckoo into a cuckoo. Hai Ming Yue Ming, Jiao Ren's tears are pearls. Lantian is sunny and warm, and you can see good jade and good smoke. The feelings of joys, sorrows and sorrows cannot be recalled today, but they have been inadvertently long ago. Although it is difficult for readers to understand the ideological content of the poem "Jinse", it is easy to see a poetic scene for wandering in their minds.

The unnamed time was long before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated.

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Author: Li Shangyin

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

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The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to part when we break up. Moreover, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to close, is even more sad.

Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.

Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression.

The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.