Poems about Liang Zhu's death and separation

1. butterfly lovers's last poem "butterfly lovers" by "become a butterfly": Huaxi people have a clear moon and blue screens. At night, all kinds of people were speechless, and I heard the sound of reading in the west building. Wind and rain are accompanied by economic growth, helping each other and encouraging fellow travelers. Childhood friends don't guess, know yourself and know yourself. I have been with you for several spring days, but I don't know Yingtai's daughter. When lotus leaves water, it will be the most bitter and lovesick. Elegant Confucian scholars are romantic, graceful jasper is also affectionate. Flowers often meet under the moon, and the soil is Xiangshan Meng Hai. Jade people intentionally or unintentionally, how many did Kim marry? Matchmaker's words, parents' orders, mandarin ducks play east and west. Laugh and ask what ordinary love is, and there is nothing to hate when you are born, sick and dead. I have no chance to be with Bai Shou in this life, and we will catch up in the afterlife. Life and death are inseparable, and we are on the road to death together. Both of them became dancing butterflies, and they fell in love.

Butterfly Lovers

I like Liang Zhu's melodious songs, which are both sad and beautiful.

Even if the grass bridge can meet, who is sad in the middle?

Since ancient times, many marriages have always ended in breaking up.

Now that flowers are blooming and falling, I wonder who is listening to this song.

Ye Luo, a native of Yuhang, Zhejiang Province, wrote the seven-character poem Butterfly. There is a saying in the poem that "the custom says that a wife is righteous", which refers to the story of Liang Zhu.

2. Liang Zhu's poems follow the trajectory of these strings,

Fate is a heavy bow,

Pulled by a trembling heart.

Which circuitous stream is this sound?

From the sound of a piano, two butterflies lingering on the strings fly gracefully.

Liang Zhu!

A sad and touching love is a touching music, such as water.

A faint fragrance wafted in. Through Liang Zhupian's flying flowers, all tenderness has turned into butterflies:

I clearly see a pair of classical lovers, who are turning into butterflies and flying together, intoxicated in the shade of flowers.

The sound of the piano is vague: the jumping of notes is the details of bending in the stream.

A spring full of sadness is trickling out of a spring and flowing into the river.

Bitter melody, the Covenant of life and death. Butterflies flying in pairs shed tears.

Love to the depths, fate, haunting the strings.

Liang Zhu!

Eternal swan song, unbearable pain.

A piece of sparkling water is a string of crying notes.

The piano whimpered, and its voice touched a sore spot. My heart can't help trembling.

Handfuls of sad violins pour out more than a trace of love?

Can't hide the inner waves: the piano beats over the spring water,

The moon in the water spent endless cold nights alone.

Bitterness, what kind of taste is it?

Pain, what kind of struggle?

The world was silent. The melodious and eternal piano sound.

meet with

You have a weak way to

It's March on earth.

The grass is high and the nightingale is in the air.

March in Jiangnan

Qiantang ancient wind flow

You just walked in.

One fan per child

Sworn brothers/sisters

It was an encounter in the vast sea of people.

Or are you looking for a generous life in a hurry

So what?

meet

That's it.

schoolmate

Also speechless, clear and tasteful.

A roll of letters, light a blue light.

Sing a sad word and think about a relationship.

Between paper and ink, it is your fragrance.

Send sb. out/away

Peach blossoms are full of trees, and the green water is long.

Spring mountain will take care of your worries and send you away thousands of miles away.

Finally, if you don't do this, two geese will weave their honeymoon.

balcony

Brother Liang, do you remember Yingtai?

Brother Liang remembers Yingtai.

Happy thrush between the eaves

But I didn't say anything.

"I'm going to marry him and grow old together."

Resist forced marriage

It's hard to say that disobeying your father's orders.

About being attached to powerful people.

What do you say, luxury food, painting and sculpture?

How to lose your youth?

Until the temple frosted.

think

Deep lock small diameter blue window painting screen

It is this spring school that is all about Liang Lang.

In the brow, there is no intention to avoid it.

Turn into a butterfly

I'll go with you.

I went with you in this red wedding dress.

Life and death at different acupoints.

Become a pair of butterflies.

Soul depends on soul, soul depends on soul.

Practice clothes in the hole, and the world is fragrant with rain.

3. A touching poem about Liang Zhu: Huaxi people have a clear moon and blue screens.

At night, all kinds of people were speechless, and I heard the sound of reading in the west building.

Wind and rain are accompanied by economic growth, helping each other and encouraging fellow travelers.

Childhood friends don't guess, know yourself and know yourself.

I have been with you for several spring days, but I don't know Yingtai's daughter.

Lotus is the most bitter and lovesick when it is out of water.

Elegant Confucian scholars are romantic, graceful jasper is also affectionate.

Flowers often meet under the moon, and the soil is Xiangshan Meng Hai.

Jade people intentionally or unintentionally, how many did Kim marry?

Matchmaker's words, parents' orders, mandarin ducks play east and west.

Laugh and ask what ordinary love is, and there is nothing to hate when you are born, sick and dead.

I have no chance to be with Bai Shou in this life, and we will catch up in the afterlife.

Life and death are inseparable, and we are on the road to death together.

Both of them became dancing butterflies, and they fell in love.

4. Collect poems about Liang Zhu (experts can also write poems). If you have nothing to say, sharing a glass of water with you in front of you will make you feel drunk. No matter what the reason or fate, the butterfly dream will be returned to you. If you have nothing to say, sharing a glass of water with you will make you feel drunk. If you have nothing to say, Liang Zhu will gradually become famous.

Beautiful women turn a thousand degrees, and spring scenery is full of gardens. I studied poetry in the same case for three years, and once I went back to become a butterfly with you.

Liang Shanbo, who is obsessed with singing, wishes her a wonderful life today! Mourning Liang Zhu Xiao Ran has a woman facing the sky, and I feel empty. There is no story of weeds, and there is a fragrant wind when it falls.

Crazy catkins are different, and light poplar flowers are charming. 10, there are no green trees in the sunset, but the hospitality shines red.

The legend of butterflies in Liang Yusheng said that it rained cold for three days and nights. Butterflies with wet wings whirled sadly in the rotting fragrance everywhere.

Between the sticky leaves, there is a meager morning light and residual tears. The vast mountains and faint balconies, like a world-long maze, are intertwined in lush green grass and extend far away to meet the sedan chair floating from the secluded path.

The sound of horns and suona resounded through the sky, crushing the soil all over the place. The man in the red wedding dress abandoned the ancient mirror of homesickness and the comb of lovesickness, and only brought a broken and withered heart.

Gorgeous colorful robes can't cover my thin body like leaves; The brilliant rockhopper can't cover my cold and gloomy face; The sound of gongs and drums can't call back my determination to go home. The desolate roadside is isolated with a pile of desolate green graves.

Called the bearers, gently lifted the curtain, smiled, speechless, but tears fell down. Uncle Shan, do you want Yingtai to confirm Yue Mingting's oath? Thunder in winter, rain and snow in summer, harmony between heaven and earth, dare to part with you. This eternal true love is better than your life and my life, and it is better than the wealth in front of you.

Life is inseparable, and death is inseparable. In that dark grave, as long as our flexible hair is intertwined, all the cold secular prejudices will be separated.

Life can't be married, death can't be just, fly with me, both fly. At this moment, I have tears, but I am not sad. That lingering infatuation has gradually died like a numb mountain. The only thing that survived to comfort me was your illusory smile and the dribs and drabs of our three years together.

Remember that March when the apricot blossoms rained and the flowers blossomed? I stay away from high walls and deep courtyards, and smoke locks my boudoir. I took off the beaded Yu Pei swaying around my waist, took off a thousand strands of tightly wrapped plain skirts, and put on young men's clothes with cool sleeves, a square towel of Confucianism and a folding fan. When I appeared in front of you, your surprised eyes and sincere smile warmed the tears I hadn't had for a long time. Countless sunny days in Wan Li, before the flowers bloom and under the moon, we sing poems and paint, play the piano and whisper, and play between mountains and rivers and dusk clouds.

Every day with you, every grass and tree exudes intoxicating gentleness. In your eyes, I am my dear Xiaoying Tai, my little brother, and you are my what? In fact, I can't explain why the eyes that look at each other for an instant have long believed that love has long been doomed in stone.

I am so familiar with you, vaguely familiar, as if I have never been apart, and the feelings that have been dusty for many years are opened at this moment. However, I don't want to be noticed by you. Perhaps, you have seen ... my classmate Ban Du for three years knows everything, but you don't understand my delicate mind, never confuse me with the reserve of living alone, never pity my thin body, never stare at my simple and shy expression, and never taste my gentle words.

The clear water lying flat between the pillows reflects your innocent heart and your invisible shy face. Countless days when flowers bloom and fall, the sun and the moon change, holding a scroll of classes, reciting poems and dialogues, containing my endless acacia.

Before burning incense, it was your heart and my daughter's feelings, and Yuanyang in the water was laughing at your stupidity. Uncle Shan, I don't want to be your sworn brother. I want to be your wife for life.

Three years have passed in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye, you and I are about to leave, and the eighteen pavilions are willing to send each other, but you can't understand the sadness in my tearful eyes. Your little nine sisters promised you, that is, the boy in white in front of you. Please remember her appearance, her face and her future, and then greet your beautiful bride carefully.

The white pony flies, and spring has gone to the autumn solstice. I leaned against the fence and wore autumn water, but I didn't expect your figure. The only thing waiting for me is the marriage decided by my parents. You came in a hurry, with a surprised expression, and were troubled by the mystery you didn't understand for a long time.

Meeting privately on the balcony, you and I looked at each other, but there was nothing to say. Silence, silence is the flute of farewell! A good marriage is missed or wrong, but it is only a year and a half of acacia.

Although I was very angry and decided to resist marriage and flee without permission, your cowardice made me very sad, sad and helpless. Yes, I can't resist marriage, just as you can't take me away easily I hope that the snobbish eyes of the government will strip away your poverty layer by layer and your only self-confidence and dignity.

You waved your sleeves angrily, leaving me to look at the cold moon window, waiting for the stone wrapped in paper to fly out of the wall and shoot down my mind; Look forward to the language on the paper and make a promise to stay together; I am looking forward to following the trajectory of the moon, avoiding crowded houses and looking for a paradise to accommodate my feelings. However, I didn't expect the wait to be so long.

I haven't heard from you. Acacia has turned into a thin Leng Yue, still shining on my gaunt face, on this lonely and cold balcony. Every night, the wind chimes ring in front of my window. Can you hear me? Perhaps, I can only put my desire and piety into the incense burner of prayer and light them one by one from the gloomy colors. In fact, I only wish that the sky is not old! Pray that you and I will remain private.

Rain hates clouds, lovesickness turns to ashes, and your gloomy and sad death shattered all my dreams again. I am eager to see the Shili Pavilion, waiting at a loss, and I can't call back your distant figure. Now that you have passed away, my soul is about to be scattered, and life is so fragile, can I still love and hate? Today, I set foot on the wedding bridge, not for the wealth of the Ma family, but to escape the shackles of fate forever.

Sambo, I came to see you, wearing a red wedding dress. Today, I am your bride.

Far away, I have heard the wedding drums coming from the clouds and the sky. But at the moment, the drizzle is caressing my skin gently, for me.

5. Among the poems describing "butterfly lovers's last become a butterfly", there are few poems about Liang Zhu, as follows: "Jingnan Zhi Zhu on Zhu Liang's Poems" Dynasty: Qing Dynasty Author: Shi Chengyu Original: Scholars went to waste Taiwan, and the spring breeze was covered with moss.

Peach blossoms on the mountain are as red as fire, and a pair of butterflies fly. Nowadays, when scholars go to the abandoned platform, they can see the wild moss growing on the tomb of Liang Zhu in Ningbo every year, and the boss's peach blossoms are very bright and prosperous. In the reading room of Zhu Yingtai, Yixing, butterflies often gather. On the first day of the third lunar month, there is a "Double Butterfly Festival", which is Zhu Yingtai's birthday.

Love is so wonderful, so dazzling, so immortal that even separation and death are eclipsed. Extended data:

Zhu Yingtai, a noble lady in Shangyu, ranks ninth and is the only daughter of her parents.

Born smart and beautiful, lively and witty, pure and persistent. I like reading poetry books, playing chess, painting and calligraphy since I was a child, and I can do anything.

Unwilling to be worldly, she tried to persuade her parents to dress up as Liang Shanbo, a poor scholar from Huiji who met in Yuelao Temple. As soon as they hit it off, they were very happy with each other and made incense on the Caoqiao Pavilion, thus becoming "brothers".

One day later, they came to Song Wan College in Huiji City, where they joined the school. From then on, students read * * *, and they were inseparable.

Liang Zhu studied in the deep sea for three years. Yingtai loved Sambo deeply, but Sambo never knew he was a woman. She only cares about brotherhood and has no special feelings.

I wish my father misses his daughter. I am in a hurry to return home, so Yingtai has to hurry home. Liang Zhu broke up and was reluctant to go.

On the way to the 18-mile farewell, Yingtai kept borrowing things to caress and hint at love. Shan Bo is honest and simple, and he doesn't know why.

Yingtai had no choice but to lie that her nine sisters looked exactly like herself. She was willing to be a matchmaker for Shanbo, but Liang Shanbo was poor and couldn't keep the appointment as scheduled. When Shanbo went to the Zhujiajian to propose marriage, I was afraid that Zhu's father had betrothed Yingtai to the son of a magistrate who lived in Jixian (now Yinxian).

A happy marriage has become a shadow. The two met on the balcony, looked at each other with tears in their eyes and left sadly.

Ma Wencai is very attractive, with first-class knowledge and excellent riding and shooting skills, which makes him a leader in the college. He used his father, who was then the governor, and his various advantages to gather a group of playboys among his classmates and fought against Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai many times.

Hou Shanbo became depressed and died soon. Life was buried in Yancheng Jiulong Market.

Yingtai heard the bad news of Shanbo and vowed to die. When Yingtai was forced to get married, she made a detour to worship Liang Shanbo's tomb. Under the guidance of Zhu Yingtai's mourning, the tomb burst, Yingtai jumped into the tomb, the tomb reunited, the wind stopped raining, the rainbow hung high, and Liang Zhu turned into a butterfly, flying in the world.

6. Liang Zhuzhong's poems are separated in this life, and this feeling will never change. They're different. They died in the same hole. I should go home as soon as possible.

Nai er Lian zhi

Double candle photo in red room

Makeup clothes follow suit.

Broad-minded,

Eyebrows are one word wide.

One true and one thousand unique spirits,

Step on the Wan Li River.

In any case, people can't stay and abandon the flowers and trees in Zhu Yan. If you didn't mean it, I wouldn't bloom. Thank you, thank you first, and open first.

Life, death, death, Mr. Life, first die, first die, sir.

I wonder why this girl came and went in a hurry.

Why does Ma Taishou have to work so hard with each other?

Meeting a handsome son, a beautiful daughter and a birthday celebration is fate.

It's no use getting together from all directions.

Penghu opens a moss for you. What's the difference between north and south?

Hongzu didn't dare to leave everything in Zhumen House.

Ink is black soil.

Quannai white water

Color difficulty

easy

Looking at the sky

Ask for help.

Two people close to the sky.

A Ping Zi.

Sanjueshi painting and calligraphy

An official is back.

Domestic articles are preferred.

North Korea's prime minister is unparalleled.

Clothes are not as good as new ones.

Old friends are best.

I miss my wife, my children and my parents.

Thank you for your words. This life is separated, and this feeling will never change. Life is different, and death is the same. I should go home as soon as possible.

Nai er Lian zhi

Double candle photo in red room

Makeup clothes follow suit.

Broad-minded,

Eyebrows are one word wide.

One true and one thousand unique spirits,

Step on the Wan Li River.

In any case, people can't stay and abandon the flowers and trees in Zhu Yan. If you didn't mean it, I wouldn't bloom. Thank you, thank you first, and open first.

Life, death, death, Mr. Life, first die, first die, sir.

I wonder why this girl came and went in a hurry.

Why does Ma Taishou have to work so hard with each other?

Meeting a handsome son, a beautiful daughter and a birthday celebration is fate.

It's no use getting together from all directions.

Penghu opens a moss for you. What's the difference between north and south?

Hongzu didn't dare to leave everything in Zhumen House.

Ink is black soil.

Quannai white water

Color difficulty

easy

Looking at the sky

Ask for help.

Two people close to the sky.

A Ping Zi.

Sanjueshi painting and calligraphy

An official is back.

Domestic articles are preferred.

North Korea's prime minister is unparalleled.

Clothes are not as good as new ones.

Old friends are best.

I miss my wife, my children and my parents.

Thank god, thank the king.

Southern classics such as Fu Ban Wen Gu Ma Qianyou's military iron song Gigi Lai Sao ancient and modern skills.

Sea, sun, city, summer, Emei fog, Wushan cloud, Dongting Lake and Moon Lushan Waterfall, the wonders of the universe.

7. Poems about Liang Zhu: Rainbow Wan Li is full of flowers.

Butterflies appear in pairs.

Forever and ever, the old heart remains the same,

The Butterfly Lovers

It's from the opera.

See you for 47 minutes.

See brother Liang, see the grave monument.

Crying and howling.

Farewell, a tower will exist forever.

The world has no chance to grow old together.

You can't live and die together.

The last four sentences are slightly different due to different versions of different operas.

8. Personally, I admire Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.

Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth

Yan Shu

On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off. The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower. Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.

Lapierre de la Tente

Wang Jian

Wangfu, the river is long; A woman turned to stone and never looked back. After days of rain, pedestrians turn to stones.

Nine Unique Works for Yaqing

Hu Chu

Why don't you wear a red skirt in the back of the car when you go for a walk in Dongshan Cloud? Luo Yiquan was in tears, so he kept silent and gave it to the king. You live in a painted building by the river, and my concubine lives in a cape to send tide. There are my homesick tears in the tide, but they don't flow in front of the building. My concubine is willing to draw a picture for the cloud, and you promise to see her come home on the 10th. I'm afraid you'll look back at the high city and lean against the tower to watch the sunset.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Nalanxingde

Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. One night is like a ring, and the evening is a sigh. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice. Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.

Tallest building

Cheng Gai

Old worries, two eyebrows shy said. Remember for a long time, swim shoulder. The skirt covers the stockings and peach blossoms, and the thin shirt lightly fans the apricot blossom building. Travel several times, get drunk several times, stay several times. Unexpectedly, the spring breeze is broken. Unexpectedly, the clouds also dispersed. Old days are easy, but hate is hard to pay. Bees don't understand people's sufferings and swallows don't understand people's worries. When will the old love be over?

The grass is withering and the sun is setting.

With whom? The water in the West Lake is the tears of acacia.

Jiangchengzi

Qin Guan

Willow trees in the west city make spring soft. Stay away from troubles. Tears can't be collected. I still remember my feelings. I once went back to the boat for the department. In the days of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water flowed in vain. Youth is not for teenagers. Hate you. When do you rest? When the flying catkins fall, they climb the stairs. Being by the river, I can't stop crying and have a lot on my mind.

A clump of flowers

Zhang Xian

When was Gao Huaiyuan poor? There seems to be nothing more powerful than love in this world! The sadness of parting is implicated in countless wicker entanglements, not to mention the weeping willows in East Street. Ride away, the dust is constantly, where to recognize lang trace. Dissolution of binary pond liquid. Small radial communication between north and south. The ladder on the falcon pavilion has been removed, and after dusk, I still face the curtain alone and look at the oblique moon on it. It's better to hate your guts than to marry Dongfeng. Think about it carefully.

Red autumn ear

Zhang Xian

Count the thrushes. Also report to Fang Fei. Cherish the spring and break the red. The rain is small and the wind is fierce, and the plum blossoms are green. Yongfeng willow, no one flies all day. Don't fiddle with the strings. Bitter to say. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. The night has passed and the east window is not white.