Classical Chinese lovelorn poems

1. Are there any ancient poems describing lovelorn or poems given to maids in classical Chinese?

Cui Jiao

The prince's children rushed back, and the beautiful woman was wet with tears.

Xiao Lang was a passer-by as soon as Houmen entered the sea.

Poems of resentment against lang

After the farewell, the two places hung together. Only in March and April, but who knows five or six years. The lyre has no intention to play, the eight lines have no biography, the nine-song chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion wants to wear it. I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out, so I have to blame you. A thousand words can't be finished, and you are bored. On the ninth day, you can see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round. In July and a half, candles burn incense and ask for heaven. In the summer of June, everyone shook my heart. Pomegranate is as red as May, but it is watered by cold rain. April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in the mirror. In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March; Falling and falling, the kite line was broken in February. Hey, Lang Lang, I can't wait for my next life. You are a woman and I am a man.

2. Ask Zhang Heng, a famous astronomer and writer in the Eastern Han Dynasty, for a lovelorn poem "Four Sorrow Poems": I am thinking of Mount Tai.

It's hard to understand Fu Liang. I looked away and cried. Beauty gave me Jin Cuodao. Why should I report Ying Qiong Yao? It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, so why worry and worry?

My thoughts are in Guilin. If you want to go to the depths of Hunan, watch the south cry.

Beauty gives me a piano and a post. Why should I give you a pair of jade plates? It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, so don't lean on melancholy. What are your worries and troubles?

I was thinking of Hanyang. If you want to go from Longnan to Hanban, you will look askance and cry.

Beauty gives me mink, how can I quote the bright moon pearl? It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, so don't worry.

My thoughts are in the wild goose gate. If you want to follow the snow, look at the towel sideways.

The beautiful woman gave me a brilliant joke, so why should I report the sapphire case? It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, so we can't rely on it and sigh. What do you mean by worry and worry?

Lu Xun imitated this poem and wrote a new limerick "My Lovelorn": My love is on the mountainside; I want to find her. I bow my head and cry when the mountain is high. My lover gave me a hundred butterfly towels; Give her back what: an owl.

From then on, you turned your back on me, and somehow I was scared. My love is in the city; People who want to find her are crowded and can't cry when they look up.

My lover gave me a map of Shuangyan; Give her what: sugar-coated haws. From then on, he turned his back on me and confused me inexplicably.

My love is by the river; I want to find her in the depths of the river, tears can't touch my eyes. My lover gave me a gold watch; Give her back what: antiperspirant.

From then on, he turned his back on me and made me nervous for no reason. My love is good at home; I want to find her. I don't have a car. I can't shake my head and cry.

My lover sent me roses; Give her back what: practice the snake in red. Turn your back on me from now on.

I don't know why.-let her go.

I want ancient prose about lovelorn. I met each other in a hurry yesterday, and when I got up today, I felt that the sky was high and the sun was shining. Looking at the southern sky, I can't help but be fascinated. Alas, I have a deeper understanding of relativity!

I'm not really reticent, but your words are very appropriate, which makes my mouth very dull and really close to fragrance and fear!

I know your work is hard and complicated, but I don't know much about your situation. I secretly thought that you can treat it with a normal heart, plan ahead, advance and retreat, and the rest is not enough!

As for me, I feel a lot. The wind swept over the shoulders, leaving no trace. Looking back on what we have done in the past year, there are few people who are proud and many who are frustrated. I am very helpless, very helpless. I just feel that time is in a hurry and time is not around. Fortunately, I know that I am still far from Tao and I know how to be diligent. I am further gratified by the rest of my life. I am confident that there will be no hard past and no hard future. Whenever setbacks come, I will comfort myself by saying, "There is one thing you want but can't get, which is one of the major elements of a happy life". This is a broad and open feeling.

Well, the book is incomplete and the pen is not slack. I want to write in ancient Chinese, but I can't, even more afraid that I can't say what I mean. I can only write this letter in a mixed style. Take good care of yourself and wait for good news!

4. Seek a lovelorn classical Chinese poem "Four Sorrow Poems" by Zhang Heng, a famous astronomer and writer in the Eastern Han Dynasty;

I was thinking of Mount Tai. It's hard to understand Fu Liang. I looked away and cried.

Beauty gave me Jin Cuodao. Why should I report Ying Qiong Yao? It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, so why worry and worry?

My thoughts are in Guilin. If you want to go to the depths of Hunan, watch the south cry.

Beauty gives me a piano and a post. Why should I give you a pair of jade plates? It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, so don't lean on melancholy. What are your worries and troubles?

I was thinking of Hanyang. If you want to go from Longnan to Hanban, you will look askance and cry.

Beauty gives me mink, how can I quote the bright moon pearl? It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, so don't worry.

My thoughts are in the wild goose gate. If you want to follow the snow, look at the towel sideways.

The beautiful woman gave me a brilliant joke, so why should I report the sapphire case? It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, so we can't rely on it and sigh. What do you mean by worry and worry?

Lu Xun imitated this poem and wrote a new parody limerick "My Lovelorn":

My love is on the mountainside; I want to find her. I bow my head and cry when the mountain is high.

My lover gave me a hundred butterfly towels; Give her back what: an owl. From then on, you turned your back on me, and somehow I was scared.

My love is in the city; People who want to find her are crowded and can't cry when they look up.

My lover gave me a map of Shuangyan; Give her what: sugar-coated haws. From then on, he turned his back on me and confused me inexplicably.

My love is by the river; I want to find her in the depths of the river, tears can't touch my eyes.

My lover gave me a gold watch; Give her back what: antiperspirant. From then on, he turned his back on me and made me nervous for no reason.

My love is good at home; I want to find her. I don't have a car. I can't shake my head and cry.

My lover sent me roses; Give her back what: practice the snake in red. Turn your back on me from now on. I don't know why.-let her go.

5. Yuan Zhen, an ancient poem describing lovelorn, left five poems, the fourth of which was once a sea of water, an eternal amber.

The desolation and parting of Nalanxingde corn poppy should be the same, and the most difficult thing is to clear up grievances in the bright moon and bright future.

Su Shi Jiangchengzi was born and died for ten years, but he never thought about it, but he was unforgettable, and he had nowhere to talk.

Li Guan fell in love with an inch of acacia, and there was no arrangement in the world.

Wen's recent love affair is full of tears, and life is inseparable.

Ouyang Xiuyulouchun was naturally infatuated all his life, and this hatred has nothing to do with romantic affairs.

Liu Yong Yulinling has been gone for several years, and it should be a good time and a good scene in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

Wenlian was short of three third buttonwood trees, and it rained in the middle of the night, so it was hard to leave. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

Nie Shengqiong partridge day looking for a good dream, this dream is difficult to achieve. Who knows my mood at this time? Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain drop through a window.

6. Seeking to express the lovelorn ancient poem "Complaint" Author: Li Bai, how beautiful she is, how quiet she leans and how troubled her brow is! .

I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself. Note: 1, deep sentence: Write the expression of disappointment.

2, moth eyebrow: frown. The beauty rolled up the bead curtain and waited, sat and locked her eyebrows.

I only saw her cheeks wet with tears. I don't know whether she hates others or herself. Comment: This is a poem about the grievances of the abandoned wife.

If it has something to trust, it is impossible. This poem depicts the bitterness of the boudoir in concise language.

Focus on the word "resentment". Sit back and wait in anger, frown in anger, cry in anger, hate in anger, and deepen the theme layer by layer.

As for who is to blame? Hate who? The author has paved an infinite space for poets to explain themselves.

7. About lovelorn poems, if you want classic clothes, smell the fragrance and find them yourself. Classic elements out of the edge, continue to new songs. Intentional love is harmless. The rivers and lakes are far away, the sky is blue, the road is long, and there are many feelings and worries. The taste is infinite. I'll think about it. I cut plum blossoms, Liao fell into the wind, and I woke up from a big dream. My shirt has been dirty for thousands of years. It's hard to find old clothes. I doubt it. Like a dream. Seeing Zhu, my heart is even more confused. Mo Wen is alive, but he cherishes his fate and his soul goes nowhere. He is insatiable. Helping the sky is not old, the thunder is fleeting, the rain is over, the lovesickness is unbearable, and it is more like the beginning. The boat is not tied to the last love. Everyone in the Jianghu is happy. Mulberry is desolate and snowy, and the boat is far away. People smile. No whispering, no broken soul, old feelings abandoned. Xuan Bing regrets wind songs, hates dreams, and his eyes are hazy. See the spring flowers in the snow, the bleak frost in Jinmen, and feel nostalgic. I watched it back and forth several times, the broken blue sky, the yellow sky I found, and the blue sky I was worried about. No matter what happens on Imperial Street, it will rain, and people will fall down and die together. Jade is broken, and the hearts of later generations are broken. The relationship didn't break up. It's hard to linger in the old house in Qian Qian, but I still have no regrets. The body is empty, tears are long, dreams are short, and there is no place to find them. It's always sad The eyebrows are full of heart, and the heart is full of sorrow. Ten years of grinding a sword (1) The boundless Shu Mountain is looking for that fairy tale, waving a sword and asking the world to shine several times. Don't be negative, spend a good time, spend ten years and one sword (2) The vast mountains of Shu are hard to break, and the sword is hard to break. A thousand years of unsuccessful love, the dream does not change. * * First encounter in Jianghu, always remember that people want to return to the world. * * The shadows are dry and the rocks are rotten, so don't give up your vows to make up ghosts and gods. Zi Xuan's clear water turns to the east wind without waves, and the lines rise slightly. * * In my last life, all my bookworms were ill, and I escaped from the shackles. Spring is near, and Mei is watching the flowers bloom in the drizzle. Note: According to Chen San's "Grass for a Suitable Man", Ruan Langgui's "Solanum nigrum" stops in the stream, dragging my eyes and soul to the red chasing my green skirt, vaguely like a dream and tears. Feng Yun was warm and cold, wet for thousands of miles, warm and fragrant as jade, and Yan Yi people reopened the door of life and death. Chu, Jiangxi, Wanshui, Qian Shan, Changlu, Fanxianghui, Huatang, Spring, Lacrimosa, Waiting for a thousand lines of grass, Sunset, Parting travelers, dark despair, stealing Yuanyang's sadness, it is hard to say that it is surging, unable to move, soft-hearted, immortal, ghost, short-lived, hateful for a long time, drunk, drunk and in love. I finally found a treasure house and smiled easily. Life is born infatuated. I would like to be a bird. It's a little troublesome to pay for the trouble. Suddenly look back on the celestial world and return to the nest. The husband and wife took a group film, abandoned the sword and sealed the knife, and returned to the downtown area. I feel happy to break the old dream of Jianghu. Embroiderers look at the enchanting love affair, and their worries are beyond words. Looking back at the old rain in Xianjia, the world is in a dilemma and has no worries. Several times of reincarnation, wrong fate, changing nests, husband and wife, teaching the elderly, admiring Yuanyang, never buying laughter. A little red lips, strong wine, sorrow for a lifetime, how many melancholy feelings linger, the magic dust is hard to send. The old man's way of life is still affectionate and untitled, and the mountains of Shu are boundless, and the sword is hard to break. When you first meet in the Jianghu, you will never forget. I want to return to this world. * * * I will never give up my oath to make up for ghosts and gods. I'm surprised, no question. Second, I will fly to the ancient Taoyuan, and I will fall into the horizon. Three thousand ghosts will be crazy. I wouldn't dream of going to the Xie Ke Art Museum.