Poems about men's ingratitude

Like snow on the mountain, jiaozi is like the moon in the clouds.

I heard that you have two hearts, so I came to break up with you.

Today is like the last party, and tomorrow we will break up.

I moved my feet slowly along the edge of the road, and my past life flowed like water in a ditch, never returning.

When I decided to take the king away from home, I didn't cry like an ordinary girl.

I am full of thinking that if I marry a person with a heart, I can love each other and be happy forever.

The bamboo pole curls and the fish tail migrates.

Men value spirit, why use money and knives?

Beauty (Du Fu)

Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.

She told me that she came from a good family and now she is humble to the dust.

When the problem appeared in the customs area, her brother and close relatives were killed.

What's the use of them in high positions, they can't even protect their own lives? .

The world is dismissive of adversity, and hope will go out like the light of a candle.

Her husband, with a wandering heart, is looking for a new face like jade.

When the morning glory is rolled up at night, the mandarin ducks lie side by side.

He can only see the smile of his new love, but he can't hear the cry of his old love.

The stream is pure at the source of the mountain, but its water turns dark far away from the mountain.

Wait for her maid to come back after selling pearls, and then she needs straw to build the roof.

She picked some flowers, not for her hair, but for letting pine needles fall from her fingers.

She forgot the thin silk sleeves and the cold, and leaned against a tall bamboo.

Farewell by Don Tu Mu

Down and out, rivers and lakes carry restaurants, and Chu has a thin waist and a light palm.

Yangzhou's ten years, like a dream, wake up, but in the brothel women this is a fickle reputation.

The Book of Songs Feng Wei Mang

In order to protect themselves, embrace cloth and trade silk. When robbers came to trade silk, they came to me. Sending a child involves gas, as for Dunqiu.

When I was a robber, I had no good media. There is no anger in the child, and autumn lasts.

Take the other side of the wall to get back to the customs. I didn't see the resumption of customs, so I cried. Seeing the resumption of GATT, I was full of laughter and laughter.

Well, Parr, the body is not responsible. Driving your car to bribe me to move.

Mulberry leaves flourish before they fall. There are no mulberries in the nest! I'm a woman, what's there to worry about!

It can be said that scholars are worried. You can't say a woman is worried.

Mulberry fell, yellow, and fell. Self-pity, poor three years old. Qishui soup, curtain skirt.

Women are unhappy, and scholars do their best. Scholars are also extremely useless.

Three years old, I am a woman, I am tired; Sleepless all night, there must be a dynasty. As for violence, what you say must be done.

My brother didn't know, but he smiled. Calm down and think about it, and you will bow your head and feel sorry for yourself.

Being together always makes me complain. Qi has a shore and discipline has a plate. General's corner banquet, talking and laughing.

Swear, forget it. On the contrary, I don't think about it. I'm already embarrassed!

Feng Weimeng is the earliest and the best poem in the history of China literature. It may be a folk song of Weiguo in the early Spring and Autumn Period. Through a woman's crying, the poem vividly describes the whole process of her love, marriage and abandonment, expresses her grief and resentment, and objectively exposes the class oppression at that time, because the initial class oppression occurred at the same time as the oppression of women by men.

I copied it from the internet, too. I hope it helps you.