Farewell poems for lovers.

1) Friend, I watched you go down the mountain until it was dark. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .

2) Affection is only in the spring, and it is still one thing to leave people to take pictures.

3) Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year.

4) Lightly understand Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent a brocade book in the cloud, frowned and fell in my heart again.

5) When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, he talks about the rain at night.

6) The thin clouds are smart, the flying stars spread grievances, and the jade dew meets, and there are countless wins. Tender as water, the holiday is like a dream, you can go home from the bridge! If the love between the two sides can last until the eyes, why do they need to be together day and night?

7) Sauvignon Blanc

Compassion and affection, cherish and cherish affection, infatuation and resentment, smile and smile, leave each other.

Maple Leaf Pavilion, Autumn Leaf Pavilion, it's lonely to go to Qiu Lai in spring, and the wind falls and the flowers fall.

8) Like the snow on the mountain and the moon in the clouds. Wen Jun has two opinions, so he will go to the end.

Today, when fighting against the Party, it is clear that the ditch is at the head, and the ditch water flows east and west.

Very sad and sad, don't cry when you get married. You should be single-minded and unwilling to leave each other.

Why do you use money and knives when bamboo poles are curled, fish are swimming and men value loyalty?

9) Yulinling Liu Yong

It's too late for Changting. At the beginning of the shower, the doors are empty, the party is lingering, and the blue boat is urging. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.

Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is more comparable. It is also a cold autumn festival. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who can say!

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