A classic poem of sentimental love.

First, life has been infatuated since ancient times, and this hatred has nothing to do with romantic affairs. -Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Tower Spring"

Second, thousands of dollars to buy each other like fu, who complains about this situation. -Xin Qiji's "Fishing"

Third, the fallen petal is independent, and the swift is Qi Fei. -Yan's "Two Poems of Linjiang Fairy"

Fourth, life is born with infatuation, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance. -Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Tower Spring"

Five, once the sea is difficult for water, amber forever. -Yuan Zhen's "Thinking from Four Poems"

Sixth, poverty has no definite river bones, and it is still a spring dream. -Chen Tao's "Longxi"

Seven, today, see this lover. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs, tang style, Save for a rainy day"

Eight, ruthlessness is not like sentimentality, but an inch is still a thousand strands. -Yan Shu's "Jade House Spring"

Nine, live together and leave home, sad to death. -Anonymous "Shejiang Picking Hibiscus"

Ten, the belt is getting wider and wider, I won't regret it. Will make people haggard for Iraq. -Liu Yong's Wu Fengqi

Xi。 Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"

Twelve, the bright moon is unfamiliar and bitter, and the oblique light wears the beads. -Yan Shu's "Magpie Tread"

Thirteen, hate is not as good as tide and faith, and acacia begins to feel that the sea is not deep. -Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha"

Fourteen, linglong dice Anhongdou, how much do you know about bone acacia? -Wen's "Yang Liuzhi"

Fifteen, flowers can be folded straight, don't wait for no flowers to fold! -Du Qiuniang's "Witch"

Sixteen, sentimental since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. -Liu Yong's "Yulinling"

Seventeen, I miss you like a candle, frying my heart and holding tears. -Chen's "From the King"

Eighteen, enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick, I am lovesick for a long time, and I am lovesick indefinitely. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"

Nineteen, endless acacia blood and tears throw red beans, spring flowers can not be finished. -Cao Xueqin's red bean words

If you teach your eyes that there is no hatred, you won't believe that there are hoary heads in the world. -Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky"

Twenty-one, I feel the love of your husband. Looking back, tears filled my eyes. -Lu Tong's "Daughter Song Upstairs"

Twenty-two, half a piece of paper, no weight, can bear it. -Sister Chen Pengjie's "Send Two Songs Outside"

Twenty-three, the sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart. -"Two Sauvignon Blancs of Li Bai"

Twenty-four, Guan Guanluo dove, in Hezhou. Ladies make gentlemen. -The Book of Songs.

Twenty-five, endless acacia blood tears throw red beans, spring flowers can not finish. -Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions

Twenty-six, love is afraid of thinking. Looking at the long beach, the grass is full of heart. It's hard to find two places when you are sad to sing. -Zhu Yizun's "High Balcony"

Twenty-seven, acacia said acacia, Silang hates Xiaomin. -Liang Qichao's "Zhi Zhu Ci in Taiwan Province"

Don't hesitate to sing Yangchun if you have a bosom friend. -Yan Shu's "Liu Song from the Mountain Pavilion"

Twenty-nine, be there or be square, how can you be ruthless. -Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"

Thirty, bonuses are easy to decline, such as lang yi, and the water is infinite, such as sorrow. -Liu Yuxi's Four Poems on Zhuzhi (Part Two)

Thirty-one, don't change your hair with flowers. Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? . -Li Shangyin's Untitled Six Songs and Six Songs

Thirty-two, endure a thousand dollars to pay a smile? After all, lovesickness is better than meeting. -Shao Ruipeng's "The Recent Flowers"

Thirty-three, the tears are sealed, and life is only difficult to die. -Wen, "The Recent Flowers"

Thirty-four, how can we live together and not die? -Chen Hengke's "Portrait of Chunqi"

Thirty-five, falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. -Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems

Thirty-six, after the bleak farewell, the two should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment under the moon. -Nalan Xingde's "Young Beauty"

Thirty-seven, since you came out, the mirror has been dark. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time? -Xu Gan's Room Thinking

Thirty-eight, love at first sight, no regrets, crazy for Qing, drunk for Qing. But the beauty didn't mean it. My heart is dead and I am reincarnated.

Thirty-nine, buttonwood, it rains in the middle of the night, and it is bitter to leave. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. -Wen, "More Leaking Three Third Songs"

Forty, life and death are rich, and Zi Cheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs, High Wind and Drumming"

Forty-one, get married and love each other. -Su Wu's "Married"

Forty-two, when there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia. -Yan Shu's "Jade House Spring"

Forty-three, born and returned, and died of Sauvignon Blanc. -Su Wu's "Married"

Forty-four, the sky is not old, it is difficult to get rid of it. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. -Zhang Sheng's Millennium

Forty-five, people enter the river like the wind, and love enters the rain. -Zhou Bangyan's "Jade House Spring"

46. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. -Huang Ming's Collection of Hangzhou Folk Poetry

47. I know that I have been in love for a long time and I am disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou. -Li Shangyin's Walking Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn

Forty-eight, the bright moon building rests alone, and the wine turns into acacia tears. -Fan Zhongyan's Su Muzhe

49, open the HarmonyOS system, who is the lover? It's all about romance. -Introduction to Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions

Fifty, holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless. -Liu Yong's "Yulinling"