What poems are there to express lovelorn love?

Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine, because the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

Go back to spring clothes every day and get drunk every night.

From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon.

Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.

East wind evil feeling thin, sad for several years.

Since ancient times, I have been affectionate and hate-free, but this endless sadness is endless.

Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine, mancheng spring willow; Dongfeng evil, with a faint sense of joy, has been sad for several years, wrong, wrong, wrong.

Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea! Inside the wall, outside the wall, there is a layman, and inside the wall, there is a beautiful woman laughing. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.

Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

Wine makes people sad and turns into lovesick tears.

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Beautiful women are always stupid, worthy of sympathy and not cheap. Just because I can do everything in the world, I am full of leisure troubles.

Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind. It hurts my heart even more today.

Once the Millennium is empty, only the ashes of paper money are left, the night wind blows, the blood is exhausted, and the smoke tree can't be called back, a spring dream.

A drop of wine is a gift.

Love is like a gossamer, and people are like flying catkins. Tears are assessed as empty. A wisp of smoke hangs like a willow, so there is no reason to live in Lanzhou. Wild geese cross the setting sun, and the grass is misty. There are countless worries now. In the Ming dynasty, don't think about how to spend tonight.

White rabbit, wandering around, clothes are not as good as new, people are not as good as old.

Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent.

In the yard, the idle windows are deep in spring, the heavy curtains are not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor speechless. In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.

Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.