A poem about treating heart disease with drugs.

Poetry about heart disease 1. Poems describing mental fatigue

1, the end of spring

Tang Dynasty: Han Wo

I was drunk after a long absence, and when I woke up, my clothes were covered with wine.

The thin water floating on the surface of the water flows into another stream, and the clouds float away with the rain.

Idleness and boredom hate being wasted, and it is difficult to attract the spirits of the ancients in different places.

He was so grateful to Liu Ying for his kindness that he flew to the West Park every morning.

Farewell to Hunchun, who has been drunk for several days. When he woke up, his clothes were covered with wine stains. Falling flowers float on thin water, flow into another stream, and clouds and rain float into distant lonely villages. When you are bored and hate Fang, it flows away in vain, and it is difficult to attract the souls of the ancients from a distance. I am most grateful to the songbirds for their kindness. They fly to the West Garden every morning.

2. Ode to the Crane

Southern and Northern Dynasties: Xiao Daocheng

Eight winds are far away, and nine savages know sound.

Destroy the ambition of the clouds and be a bird in your garden.

A crane, spreading its huge wings against the wind in all directions, sang and flew freely for nine days. Because you can't fly for nine days without wings, you can only become a plaything in the imperial garden.

3. "Give a brief answer to Li's two quatrains"

Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

The mountains and rivers blend together, and the blinds wait for the moonlight.

Pity a song and a boat flute, telling the best feelings of old friends leaving.

I can see the past in my dreams at will. I am drunk and confused.

It is better to be a heartless person than to be a romantic and annoying disease.

At dusk, the mountains are quiet and the rivers are quiet. During the day, we roll up curtains to shade the sun, waiting for the bright moon in the east, Ran Ran, to rise. Suddenly, melodious flute sounds came from two boats moored side by side by the river, as if the piper were telling his parting feelings to distant friends.

The past is vivid in my mind, and I can still see it freely in my dreams. Those glories are just illusions in the eyes of drunken people. For a long time, Geng Jie's indomitable personality has caused a lot of trouble. It is better to be ruthless in nature, so that there will be no such pain.

4. Jin Zijing Yinqiao

Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan

Carrying mountains and moons, axes grind stone and moss. Be a woodcutter and hide.

Chai, is the buyer safe? Outside the empty rock, the old column is strong.

When the bright moon hung high on the hill, she walked down the hill step by step with firewood; Sharpen an axe on a mossy stone. Let's be a woodcutter and live in seclusion in the mountains. Firewood, where is Zhu Maichen now? Deep in the empty mountain, the stone pillars are buried, and one year old has passed!

5. Postscript of Zi Zhan and Shi Tao

Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

Zi Zhan landed in Lingnan and wanted to kill when he was ready.

Have a good meal in Huizhou and taste a delicate and profound poem.

Peng Zeqian is manned, Dongpo immortal.

Although the source is different, the taste is similar.

Su Zizhan was demoted to Lingnan, and the Prime Minister wanted to kill him. He had a hearty meal in Huizhou and carefully reconciled Yuan Ming's poems. Tao Pengze is an immortal figure, and Su Dongpo is also a famous saint for hundreds of generations. Although there are differences between Su's official career and Tao's reclusive life, their styles and feelings are very similar.

2. Poems about troubles

White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Su Shi

Flowers wither and red apricots are small.

Swallows fly, green water people go around.

Small catkins are blowing on the branches

There are many fish in the sea.

Swing inside and outside the wall.

The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.

The laughter died away, and so did the sound.

Affectionate but heartless chagrin.

A plum-Li Qingzhao, red lotus root fragrance, residual jade autumn color. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Before listening to his wife's speech: three men are guarding Yecheng.

One man attached a book, and two men died. Shihao official

Grandpa has no eldest son and Mulan has no big brother.

I am willing to be a pommel horse in the city and sign for you from now on. Mulan's ballads

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.

Xuan Zhou Xie Tiao building farewell school uncle Shu Yun.

Tang Li Bai had to throw me and Bolt away from yesterday. It hurts my heart even more today. 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 all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword and raise your cup to drown your sorrow. Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

3. What poems describe nightmares?

Poems describing nightmares are:

1. Don't dream of going to Xie Jia, the small corridor is winding and oblique. Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.

2. Tears are exhausted, and the temple sings before midnight. -Tang Bai Juyi's Gong Ci

Hua Lin thanked the flowers in spring. She was in a hurry, but she had no choice but to have cold rain and evening breeze. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

4. Never stop, even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? .

Therefore, if you look for it in a single pillow, your dream will not turn into a lamp and burn. -Song Ouyang Xiu, "Yulouchun, I don't know how far you are after parting"

6. If you don't miss your life, you will miss it and it will hurt you.

7. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. -Don Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

8. endless acacia tears cast red beans, and spring flowers can't be finished.

9. I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, and I am greedy for pleasure. -Tang Li Yu's "Langtaosha"

10. Family ties have been idle since ancient times, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up.

1 1. The fog in Yungu and Menggu hangs over Yueyang City. -Tang Meng Haoran's "A Letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang"

12. When night comes, my dream suddenly comes home. Xiao Xuan window is dressing up. -Shi's "Jiangchengzi"

13. Only five words will break your heart. (Li Pin's "North Dream")

14. Three glasses of wine and a game of chess. (Li Yuan's "North Dream").

15. Let Chengdu have 100,000 households and throw them away like feathers. (Li Jingjian's "North Dream")

16. Three knives dream of Yizhou, and one arrow takes Liaocheng. (The Juyuan Yang Chronicle).

17. Meng Juan yue yang, recalling the best in the mid-autumn festival. (Zhao Lu's Records of Yuezhou Prefecture).

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4. A sad poem about the waning moon

Qian Qi's Untitled Poem (a poem by Xie Qian) has 100, with only a few poor villages.

No one is competing for the crossing, and the cold sand falls under the waning moon. Feng Xiaoxiao, Quan Deyu, rocked five or two, and the waning moon reflected the stone wall.

At dawn, there is a sail in the sky. Li returned to Tianchang Road to bid farewell to the mountain roads, but sent a post to ride with him, looking for mountains to remember the gentleman.

There are many clouds on Cangya Canyue Road. Si Kongtu's nine trips surprised the summer, and Komatsu was in front of the court.

The distant peak is expensive, and the waning moon shrinks. The untitled river tour in Xie Qian has 100 fire and only a few poor villages.

No one is competing for the crossing, and the cold sand falls under the waning moon. After the door is closed, I wake up with the waning moon in the window.

(For "Poems on Huai", see "Miscellaneous Notes on Singing Windows") Wang Changling's brothel complains that fragrant flowers have moved to the floor, playing harps and harps to relieve night worries. The heartbroken mountain is puzzled, and even the waning moon falls off the curtain hook.

In Wu, there are few warblers in spring, but few in Lantai, and the green forest is full of lonely warblers. Hesitant thousand-year hatred of Shu Ao turned into thousand-year resentment.

Wang Ya's next song is two masterpieces, a few yellow flowers, which were given to Xi Liuying at the beginning. I worry about the bitter moon every night, and my sorrow is even more shocking.

Bai Juyi entered the imperial city early and presented the left-behind servants to the king to shoot the waning moon in Jinqiao. The wind was bleak and daunting. The willow palace in the city is crumbling, and I am not as worried as your heart.

Pei Yi went straight to the middle of Qin to get sick and homesick, and the cool wind filled the trees, breaking the window and breaking the moon. Sick body to Wujiang, inch heart Wan Li sorrow.

Tao Yong recalled his former residence in the south of the Yangtze River, thinking about the past of the Lake Pavilion, and Qiu Guang Lighting Month. The guest can't sleep, and the half window is full of moisture.

The fairy poem in the thatched cottage fell to the west altar on the first night of 98, and the flowers gradually faded and the mist was hazy. Who swims in front of Bahaimen, the wind and rain are empty.

Wang Xianyao's crimson festival is full of three songs, and exotic flowers and fruits blow on my face. Dream in a loose window but clear in spirit, three or two pieces in front of the forest.

Cao Song's banquet at Ma Xu's house was a banquet with a half-lit silver vase and a waning moon shining in the palace shrine. Yu Xue Ying Er flew unsteadily and landed obliquely on the green poplar branches.

Du Changhua went to the Qing Palace for dozens of trips to the south of the Yangtze River, and Xiaoxing's waning moon entered Huaqing. The west wind was rushing in Ge Yuan, and everyone heard Yang Zuoyu's voice.

The waning moon on the west side of the first floor of Heping Palace Temple is still bright, and the chicken-forbidden people in the middle declare dawn. Qingdan Company entered the roof, and it was sunny and peaceful at night.

Fisherman Li Mengfu led the bell of Ershou Village Temple to the beach in the distance, and it fell in front of the mountain for half a month. Slowly, I returned to the bay, and the waves piled up in the sunrise.

Miracle sent a short message to Sun Fu, an official of Jiangxi shogunate and a member of Furong Association. When you think that pottery intoxicates you, visit Yuan Gong Zen.

The shadow of tea leaves the moon, and the sound of spring comes. We once said, * * *, what is the end of attempted.

Li Rumeng (a person who remembers the fairy posture, the banquet garden and the beautiful scenery) once feasted and danced with the phoenix in the deep cave of Taoyuan. When I think of goodbye, I will walk out in tears.

Dream like a dream, the waning moon fades away. Ning He's short-lived female (long-lived female) wants to know, the sound of palace leakage flowers fills the air, and there are several stars in the window.

Cold dew and cold invade the account, and the moonlight sinks the tree. The dream is broken and quiet, and the frown is strong.

Li Zhi Qixi Banquet Hanging Garden: Two Dishes Turn to Cloud Road, Phoenix Rides the Sky. The stars wither at night, and the waning moon sets towards yellow.

I'm very happy today, meeting again after such a long separation. Light shuttle chatting in weaving, hiding tears and being sad alone.

Wang Luobin's Spring Banquet in the Unnamed Mansion won the Spring Banquet and Night of Returning to Fangtao, and he is yelling at you. Tamed Lv Zhi, singing and falling into the dust.

Suyun is low, and the waning moon is empty. Fortunately, this is a courtesy, talking about spring in my hometown.

During Wang Changling's stay in Jingjiangkou, Liu Shenxu was unexpectedly frosty, and the waning moon gave birth to Haimen. The night wind is still and the tide is full, and the city is high and cold.

Why is an old friend lonely? He has been well and sober for a long time. I can't sleep when I'm awake, but the river is an honor.

Du Fu sleeps at night, but Qiu refuses to know. The moon shadow on the roller shutter and the sound of the river on the high pillow.

All thumbs and no food and clothing are friends. An old lady's book is a test paper, and she should know that she didn't answer it.

HuangFuRan early hair Zhongyan temple don't contract people pines Yin Gui, waning moon and a half west cen. The wall is cold and the lights are dim, and the red stove is late at night.

The kitchen is scattered, and the bells are full of apes. In this way, every teacher is lazy to talk.

Li Duan's "Fujian" is endowed with the water and the horizon of the night apes in Bajiang, and crying apes hurts the guest's feelings. When the clouds are exhausted, trees will grow.

The waning moon will be dark, and the empty frost will be cold and bright. The Chu people covered their tears and smelled three times.

The crowing of crows in the morning is a reminder to worry before you die. The moonlight is still there, and the mountains are sleeping in the clouds.

The village shop is full of fireworks, and the fishing candle is quiet. Seek fame and profit, when to stop working.

Zhang Ji sent Vietnamese guests to see the solitary sail and went to southeast Huiji. Spring clouds are in Xikou, and the waning moon is in the west of Jinghu Lake.

Water, cranes and sand stand on the edge, while mountains and bamboos crow. Xie Jiazeng's residence, the smoke cave should be very confusing.

Yuan Zhen has been idle for a long time because of his spring illness, because he sees his heart when he is quiet. The waning moon is bright and the window is wide, and the fallen flowers are deep in the courtyard.

Looking at the mountain and moving the couch, medicine steps on the wall. In front of the horses and chariots, I heard sadness and sorrow.

Song Quanci and Li Zunxu hosted a banquet in Di Chin for five nights. In addition to the residual light, look at the residual moon.

Everyone is still in their hometown, and it's even more missed. Eat, drink and be merry has become a gossip.

Such as spring dreams and sleep seasons. Everyone made an appointment to go for a spring outing and asked what flowers to start.

5. Sad poems

Li Qingzhao, a piece of plum

Red lotus root fragrance, jade lingering in autumn,

Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.

Who sent the brocade book?

The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.

One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation.

Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.

Li Qingzhao's Memories of Xiao Blowing the Phoenix Terrace

Golden man,

Turn red,

Get up and comb your hair.

Ren Baoyu was covered in dust,

Hang the curtain in the sun.

Afraid of parting,

How much do you want to say?

New and thin,

Non-dry wine,

Not a sad autumn.

Take a break,

Those who go back,

Millions of "sunshine passes",

It's hard to stay.

Studying in Wu Lingren,

Smoke locked on Qin Lou.

Only the running water in front of the building,

Thinking about me all day, staring at me.

Staring at this place,

Now it's added,

New sadness.

Zuihua Li Yin Qingzhao

Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.

"Huanxisha" Li Qingzhao

In the yard, the idle windows are deep in spring, the heavy curtains are not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor without words.

The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.

Li Qingzhao, Dianjiang lip

Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

Leaning over, just not in the mood. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

Li Qingzhao, the order of a dream

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. "

The same is true of the above two courses, I hope I can help you!

6. Poems describing happy mood

First of all, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see all the Chang 'an flowers in one day. -Meng Jiao's "After the Examination"

Second, I sang my songs and drank my wine. On that green spring day, I began to go home-Du Fu's "The Yellow River was Recovered by the Imperial Army".

Third, if there is any obscurity, there is "early Baidicheng"-Li Bai.

Four, Bai Dicai's resignation arrived in the room, and Jiangling returned it thousands of miles a day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

The "lightness" in the last sentence not only refers to the lightness of the ship, but also refers to the lightness of people's mood.

Six, the storm is like a cloud, and the cock crows at dawn. Don't you like meeting gentlemen? -The Book of Songs? crow

Seven, worry about illness, mental health and fitness.

Eight, anger becomes a disease, and happiness lasts forever.

Nine, if you are not angry, you can live a long life.

Ten, don't worry every day, live in your head.

Thirteen, people are cheerful when they are happy, and sleepy when they are bored.

Fourteen, heart disease must also be treated with heart medicine. I feel happy and all the diseases have disappeared.

Fifteen, the heart is sick and uneasy. A smile is worth a thousand dollars.

Sixteen, smile, ten. One day in San Xiao, no need to take medicine.

17. A smile a day is like taking a dose of good medicine. I learned seven things by talking and laughing.

Eighteen, smile, all diseases disappear.

19. Laugh often and be young.

Twenty, one day in San Xiao, life is hard to get old; Three troubles a day, neither old nor old.

Twenty-one, I passed quickly, angry and annoyed.

Twenty-two, smile, less; If you are bored, you will be old; Trouble, sorrow, hoary head.

Twenty-three, talk with distraction, don't say don't laugh into a disease.

Twenty-four, the most beneficial is the spring of the year, better than the smoke willow.

Twenty-five, I love the eastbound lake and the white sand embankment in the green shade of Populus davidiana.

26. The bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves lie in front of the fishing boat.

Twenty-seven, stained with clothes to wet apricot rain, blowing cold willows.

Twenty-eight, want to ask pedestrians to go there, eyebrow eye Ying Ying.

7. Sad poems

Spread the happy sand, rub the gold and cut into layers of jasper leaves.

The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright. Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough.

Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless. Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear.

Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.

Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn.

Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

I can't get rid of this feeling, but I frown, but my heart is full of Fang Ting's collection in spring, the day when idle windows are sold, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and secluded. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook.

It is better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in the water? No one is here, lonely as he Xun is in Yangzhou. Never, like rhyme, embarrassing rain, unbearable wind. Whose flute blows out deep sadness? If you don't hate the fragrance, you can't leave the canal to sweep the trace.

It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is light, and it's still romantic. On the phoenix stage, I remembered that the flute was fragrant and cold, and I blushed, so I got up and combed my hair.

Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook. I am afraid that I will leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything.

New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn. Hugh. If you go back, you can't stay after going to Yangguan for thousands of times.

Read Wu Lingren, smoke locks Qin Lou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day.

Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then. The voice is searching slowly, cold and desolate, sad and miserable.

It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.

This time, what a sad sentence! Appreciation of Two Poems of Li Yu's "Hui Huan" Yu went to the West Building alone without words, the moon was like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locked the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow.

It's not just the general taste. Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late.

When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. When is the autumn moon in Chris Lee, Yu Meiren, and how many people know its past?

The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it.

How much sadness can you have? It's just a river flowing eastward. "The bonus fades easily, and the water is infinite, which seems sad." "How can you avoid the sadness and hatred of life? How can you be alone? " The west wind is still shining, Han Jialing (Li Bai's Qin Yi E) is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the orchids are like towels.

Sitting alone also includes frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan"). The Chu people want to hear Yao's resentment. In the middle of the night in Xiaoxiang (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God"), the mountain temple looks for laurel seeds in the middle of the month, and the county pavilion looks at the tide on the pillow. When I revisit my old place (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"), I hate it when I think about it until I return.

In the Ming dynasty, people leaned against the building (Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc") wanted to be at dusk. When they are bored and leaning against the door alone (Bodhisattva Man in the text), they are all there. When they are heartbroken, Bai Bozhou (the text "Dream in the South of the Yangtze River") has not yet come home, and they will be heartbroken when they get home (Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man"). Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Four Brothers"). Don't cry. Talk a lot (Niu Xiji's "Raw Tea Son"), and you are still in love.

In retrospect, when I remembered the green silk dress, I felt sorry for the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's Tea Son) and made a thousand wishes in front of the pillow. I want to have a rest and wait for Lan Qingshan to let her husband come back early, but I am deeply interested in looking back at Li Qingyun. Heritage is a double emerald.

Ride an elephant, first carry people over the water (Li Xun's Nanxiangzi). He often gets sick and drinks before sunrise. It is sad to leave Zhu Yan thin in the mirror (how many tears there are in Feng Yansi's Magpie Tread, leaning on it (Jing Li's Spread Huanxisha). I don't have a taste in my heart (Li Yu's Night Cry). How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward (Li Yu's Young Beauty), you can't rely on the fence alone, and it is infinite. It's easy to see when it's difficult.

Spring water has come out, and the slave of heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha") is hard to come out, so you can be merciful. (Li Yu's Bodhisattva Man) After the lonely people in other places dispersed, I looked at the residual smoke in a daze.

The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering. Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi.

(Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy") For my heart and yours, I knew I remembered each other deeply (Gu Wei's "Confessions"). When does the green grass stop? Tears and sorrow have been broken first (Qian's "Yu Lou Chun"). Before, I was tired of perfume bottles. Today's fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness (Qian Yu Lou Chun). The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns homesick tears (Fan Zhongyan's Sumugai). Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice, and people grow thousands of miles (Fan Zhongyan's "Forbidden City" tears have not yet arrived.

The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. Everyone has come to this matter, and there is no intention to avoid it (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing"). When will Chunchun go back? Looking in the mirror at night hurts the scenery. In the later period of the past, there was no choice but to remember the flowers in the province (Zhang Xian's Fairy). As if I had met Yan and returned, the small garden incense trail wandered alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"). I don't know if the bright moon will stay, but I will wear Zhu Hu (Yan Shu's butterfly lovers) to send a marker ruler. The mountains are long and the water is wide, and I don't know where (Yan Shu's) is. "

Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night. (Song Qi's "Jade Home is Spring") March is coming.

It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian). The sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"), and tears are sprinkled on tourists. Unfortunately, spring (Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberries") is in a hurry.

This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. (Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha") First sent to the spring, and then sent to the monarch.

To catch up with spring in the south of the Yangtze River, you must stay in spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Operator"), and Swift Qi Fei (Yan's "Linjiang Xian"). If you are afraid of meeting each other, it will be like a dream (Yan's "Partridge Sky"). If you sleep late, you will be unforgettable, heartless and heartbroken (Yan's Nanxiangzi)

8. Poems describing infatuation

Moon Qu Chun Qing (Xu Yuan thinks again)

After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia.

The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying catkin, like it, like it constantly.

There is a lingering fragrance here, and the beloved doesn't know where to go.

When is the most violent time when the symptoms of lovesickness come?

It's when the light is half dark and the moon is half bright and half bright.

Du Liniang Meng Jing Mountain Slope Sheep

Without chaos, Chun Qing was hard to send, but he was suddenly pregnant in pain. Then I gave birth to a little Chanjuan, and I chose a noble family and a fairy as soon as possible. A very good marriage, throwing youth away! Who has seen my sleep? Then the rope got shy. Who do you want to dream about, dark spring? Procrastination, this longing for that place! Fry, spill your life, in addition to asking for more happiness!

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A good marriage throws youth far away. Many people know that this poem is probably because of Zhang Ailing, but few people know its origin. This poem vividly shows the bitterness of Du Liniang's boudoir, lamenting that years have passed and marriage is not allowed.

Tang wan chai feng

The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late;

The wind is dry, the tears are residual,

If you want to write your mind, just say it alone.

Difficult, difficult, difficult.

People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away;

The horn is cold and the night is hazy.

Afraid of people asking questions, swallowing tears and pretending to be happy,

Hide, hide, hide.

Yuan Zhen's "Sorrow"

one

You are like Gong's favorite daughter, and it's not going well to marry me, a poor man.

You patch my clothes from your own wicker basket, sell wine and dial gold hairpin.

You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves.

Today they paid me $100,000 and your camping wine.

Secondly,

I used to joke that it was behind us, but now it is in front of us as you said.

The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.

Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you.

No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.

third

I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? .

No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain.

Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.

However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.

Bai Juyi's Langtaosha Ci

Excuse me, what is the relationship between river tides and seawater?

It is better to hate each other than to have faith. Acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep.

Wang Wei's Acacia When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches? People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

"Watch" you watch, or you can't see me, I am there, I am not sad or I don't like you, or I don't love you there, or I don't love you there, my hand is in your hand, I don't give up, I don't give up, I am in my arms or I live in your heart, I love you silently, I am happy silently.

According to the matchmaker's words in The Bride of the Queqiao Fairy, the marriage is predestined, and the linden tree blooms. Harmonious harp knots are concentric, connecting trees, and it is difficult to divide them into two parts. Heartbroken, the ceremony has been agreed, when can Han Yin cross? But when you have to compete with each other, you will envy, and there are countless mandarin ducks!

Yan (Song Dynasty) dreamed of entering the foul-smelling waterway in the south of the Yangtze River and tried his best not to be separated from others. I have nothing to say when I sleep, but I feel disappointed and dumbfounded. If you want to make good use of this love letter, you will find that there is no evidence in the end. However, according to the slow string song, I broke my heart and broke Qin Zhengzhu.

Bianshui, Surabaya, flows to Guazhou ancient ferry, Wu Shan is a little sad. Think of dragons, hate dragons, hate to rest when returning, and the moon people lean on the building. -Sauvignon Blanc Bai Juyi.

Yuan Haowen-fishing and asking what the world is like, teaching life and death. Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times. Happiness is happy, but parting is painful. There are even more stupid children in it. You should say something. The cloud is in Wan Li, and the sunset snow is in Qian Shan. Who are you looking at? Cross Fen Road, take care when you are lonely. The smoke is still flat. What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots. The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe in peace, birds and swallows are all loess. The times will last forever. In order to leave it to the poet, I sang and drank and visited Qiu Yan.