Begging to miss the ancient poems of his ex-girlfriend

Although there are no ancient poems expressing "missing my ex-girlfriend", there are many ancient poems expressing "missing".

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It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

A Rainy Night Written for Li Shangyin, a Northern Friend in Tang Dynasty

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. ?

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

Li Qingzhao's "Autumn Plum and Residual Jade" in Song Dynasty

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.

Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was 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.

Looking at the moon reminds me of a distant Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling.

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

"Three Five Seven Words" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright,

When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises.

The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other.

When you enter the door of lovesickness, you will know the suffering of lovesickness.

Eternal love, eternal memories, and short-term lovesickness have no end.

If I had known that acacia was tied in my heart like this, it would not be like you didn't know.

"Death in Hua Lian, Leaving a Dangerous Building" Song: Liu Yong

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.

In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.

I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless.

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

Jinse Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

In the Five Dynasties, "I will be happy, but I have nothing to say when I go to the West Building": Li Yu

Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook.

Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow.

It's not just the general taste.

Acacia in Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.

People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

A Song of Sauvignon Blanc: Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.

Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.

High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.

Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds!

Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water.

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, soul-destroying!