A lovelorn poem or poem

1, the belt is getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -Liu Yong's Wu Fengqi

I'm getting thinner and thinner, and I don't regret it. I'd rather languish for you.

2. The heart is sad, the moon is in the sky, and it goes with the wind until Yelangxi. -Li Bai, "I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiao, and sent this. "

I put my sad thoughts on the bright and warm moon, hoping it can accompany you to Yelangxi with the wind.

The mountains by the sea are like swords, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere. -Liu Zongyuan's "Haochu follows the Lord to see the mountains and send friends to Beijing"

The towering mountains by the sea, like a sword, cut people's minds everywhere in autumn.

4, Yan language is like hurting the old country, and the palace flowers have become dust. -Li Yi's Sui Gong Yan

The whisper of Yan language seems to be a sad old spring in the court. The official flowers bloom lonely and turn into mud and dust immediately after withering.

Along an island covered with duckweed, there will be peace of communication. -Liu Changqing's "Watching the King Go South"

Who saw me standing here in Tingzhou, full of lovesickness, picking white apples beside autumn water?

6, half smoke and half rain creek bridge, the fisherman is drunk and no one calls. -Huang Tingjian's "Bodhisattva Man, Half Smoke and Half Rain Creek Bridge"

Half smoke and half rain appeared by the bridge, and the old fisherman fell asleep drunk. No one called him or shook him.

7. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much on its mind. -Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening

Well, I'm really worried. I am afraid that the boat in Shuangxi can't bear the heavy sadness in my heart!

8, calling for no man's land, Yu Di blows. -Shi Jianwu's Night Tour with Hermits in Siming Mountain

I came to no man's land. Suddenly, there was a melodious flute in the distance.

9, sad old friends go, cold new poetry. -Li Taihou's "Han Gong Chun Mei"

The saddest thing is that since my bosom friend left, there are fewer poems that sing plum blossoms.

10, rain hates clouds, Jiangnan is still called beauty. -Wang Yucheng's "Little Red Lip, Feeling Xing"

It's raining in Mao Mao, and the hatred is hard to disappear. The sky is gloomy and melancholy, but the scenery of Jiangnan in the rain is still beautiful.