A love poem describing the disappearance

Du Mu

It's late in spring, so that spring flowers wither, instead of complaining that flowers bloom too early.

The vicissitudes of nature make flowers wither, spring has passed, green leaves are lush, fruits are heavy, and it is almost the harvest season.

There is a legend about this poem: Du Mu traveled to Huzhou and met a teenage folk woman. Du Mu and his mother were married for ten years, and in the last fourteen years, Du Mu began to do Huzhou secretariat. The woman married for three years and gave birth to two sons. Du Mu lamented and pretended to write this poem. This legend may be unreliable, but it is generally certain that this poem expresses the love between men and women by sighing flowers. It shows the poet's melancholy when his romantic life is not satisfactory.

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Li shangyin

Lingluo of Pteris, thin; Never put off till tomorrow what you can, I chased it late into the night.

It's too late to cover up the encounter with a fan; But you drove by, speechless.

Once lonely and sleepless, I missed candles; But I haven't heard from you until the pomegranate blossoms.

I will tie my horse to a willow tree by the river and stay in the southwest.

Linfachong, Zhai Rang City, Wei Zi

Li shangyin

A tree with a heavy posture looks like a light rain in autumn.

If you don't shake it first, you should have it You want to leave your job and open it.

Peach blossoms show love in the well, and Liu Mianxiang remembers the chapter.

Heaven and earth share the same glory and thanks, so there is no need to move to the root garden.

The theme of Li Shangyin's poems is chaotic, but there is no problem in describing love. )

Shen garden

Lu you

On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the Shen Garden is not a revival pool platform.

Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.

And, of course, Cao Zhi's Luo Shenfu (quoted here only):

There are different ways to hate people and God, and it is not appropriate to hate the prime of life. Resist Luo Mei's tears, and the tears flow. Mourn the eternal farewell of a beautiful society and the passing of a foreign land. Love each other mercilessly and offer wisdom from the south of the Yangtze River. Although he is in the moonlight, he has a long heart for the king. Suddenly I didn't realize what I had given up, and I was disappointed that God hid the light at night.

So he carried the tomb high on his back and gave it to God. Imagine your last feelings and expect your worries. The complex shape of the dead body can be traced back to the royal canoe. Floating in the long river and forgetting to return, thinking constantly and increasing admiration. Sleepless at night, stained with countless frost. I'll go east when the servant drives. I hate to leave, but I can't.