Warm and happy love poems (39)

First of all, a moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

Second, I know very well that this kind of love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! . -Li Shangyin's Six Untitled Poems

Third, once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection

Fourth, if the road dust is raised and the cement is muddy, it will float and sink at different potentials. When can we meet in harmony? -Cao Zhi's "Tall Buildings and Bright Moon"

5. Return a bowl of heartless tears, wishing I could not meet before scraping. -Su Shi Yi

Six, two lovesickness all day long, fatigue is king, when flowers bloom. -Wen Tingyun's Four Songs of Southern Song Dynasty

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"

Eight, thin shadow self-pity, you have to pity me and pity you. -Feng Xiaoqing's "complaints"

Nine, people like the wind into the clouds, love like rain sticky ground. -Zhou Bangyan's "Jade House Spring"

X. She sent him a word through his messenger, reminding him that only their hearts knew the oath. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

Eleven, four songs and two lovesickness all day long, fatigue is king, when flowers bloom. -Wen "Nan Gezi"

Twelve, once the sea is difficult for water, it will always be amber. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection

Thirteen-year-old, although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"

Fourteen, the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water. This situation is hard to send. -Yan Shu's Two Songs of Qingping Music

15, 10 years of life and death are two boundless, incredible, unforgettable, thousands of miles away, nowhere to be sad. -Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"

Sixteen, if you want to send a colorful ruler, where the mountains are long and where the water is wide. -Yan Shu's "Magpie Tread"

Seventeen, ask the world, what is love, teach life and death. -Yuan Haowen's "Two Touching Fish", which

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

Nineteen, people feel sentimental and thin, but now they are not sentimental. -Nalanxingde's "Spread the Happy Sand"

Twenty, tears can be traced back to the end, and it is difficult to send without words. -Chen Duansheng's "Send Outside"

Twenty-one, the beast furnace sinks hookah, and pieces of green marsh flowers are written into the story of acacia. -Zhang Kejiu's Sai Qiu Hong

Twenty-two, I know 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

Twenty-three, tearful eyes ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. -Ouyang Xiu's "Two Flowers in Recent Years"

Twenty-four, hate is like spring grass, still exists. -Li Yu's "Qing Ping Le"

Twenty-five, the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water. This situation is hard to send. -Yan Shu's Two Songs of Qingping Music

Twenty-six, acacia is as deep as the sea, and the old things are as far away as the sky. -Wan Le's "operator"

Twenty-seven, there is a beautiful woman, I can't forget it, I haven't seen her for a day, and I feel crazy. -"Feng Qiu Qin Huang Ge"

Twenty-eight, come back with tears, I wish I could not meet before marriage. -Zhang Ji's "Woman's Song"

29, ask the world, what is love, teach life and death. -Yuan Haowen "Fishing, Two Songs"

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

Thirty-one, an inch of acacia, there is no place in the world. -Li Guan's "The Recent Flowers"

Thirty-two, linglong dice Anhoudou, how much do you know about bone acacia? -Wen, "Newly Added"

Thirty-three, if you don't miss it all your life, you will miss it and hurt it. -Xu Zaisi's "Gui Gui Ling"

Thirty-four, if you ask how much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain. -He Zhu's "Hengtang Road"

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

Thirty-six, there is no fragrant grass in the end of the world, only endless acacia. -Yan Shu's "Jade House Spring"

37. The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

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

Thirty-nine, 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"

Happy and long-lasting love poems (76)

First, ruthlessness is not like sentimentality and bitterness. One inch is still a thousand shares. When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia.

Second, I miss you all day and am exhausted for you.

Third, stop exchanging flowers for hair. Even this bright flame of love will only be ashes? .

Fourth, there are trees and branches on the mountain. I don't know if I am happy or not.

Five, a generation of a lifetime a pair of people, fighting for two ecstasy. Acacia does not face each other, who is spring?

6. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.

Seven, have a bosom friend, do not hesitate to sing Yangchun.

Eight, for my heart, for your heart, I know each other and remember each other deeply.

After parting, remember to meet each other and dream of being with you several times. I left Yinbraise in soy sauce tonight, but I'm still afraid that meeting is a dream.

Ten, thin shadow self-pity, you have to pity me and pity you.

Eleven, ruthless is not like sentimentality, one inch is still inextricably linked.

12. I feel your husband's love. Looking back, tears filled my eyes.

Thirteen, hate is like spring grass, still exists.

Fourteen years old, I know this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .

Remember that your heart is like the West River, which flows eastward day and night.

Sixteen-year-old, we hope to fly in heaven, two birds grow together on the earth with one wing, two branches of a tree. ..

17. After Princess Lanchai became famous and aired, I was dizzy by the face of the king.

Eighteen, I know that I have been in love for a long time and I am disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou.

Nineteen, bonuses are easy to decline, such as Lang Yi, and the water flow is infinite.

Twenty, the Covenant of life and death, the child becomes happy.

Twenty-one, Guan Guanluo dove, in Hezhou. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.

Twenty-two, when there is poverty in every corner of the world, there is only endless acacia.

23. When will Acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward.

You must see all the flowers in Los Angeles. It's easy to say goodbye to Chunfeng.

Twenty-five, take a break, half a paper has no weight.

I can't look at Jun Jun all day. I look up and smell the magpie.

Twenty-seven, acacia is as deep as the sea, and the old things are as far away as the sky.

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

Twenty-nine, life and death are rich, Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old together.

30. If you want to send a colored ruler, where the mountain is long, where the water is wide.

Thirty-one, if there is love, the horizon is close at hand, if there is ruthlessness, it is close at hand.

Thirty-two, one is Xianpa in Yuen Long, and the other is flawless jade.

Thirty-three, he is infatuated with love, and there is no place in the world where he misses love.

Thirty-four, the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; Both will end one day, and the second hate is endless.

Thirty-five, if you don't miss it all your life, you will miss it and hurt it.

Thirty-six, I was going to say I'd come back before I respect you, but I didn't say anything about spring.

Thirty-seven years old, maybe I didn't mean to pass on two butterflies and have a heart-to-heart conversation.

Thirty-eight, don't come to Le Shu, half a year old, one inch away from the intestines.

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

Forty, the belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it. I am emaciated by Iraq.

Forty-one, the mountains have no edges, the rivers are endless, Lei Zhen in the East, rain and snow in summer, heaven and earth are one, but I dare to decide with you.

Forty-two, an inch of acacia, nowhere in the world.

43. Remember that your heart is like the West River, which flows eastward day and night.

Forty-four, be there or be square, how can you be ruthless.

Forty-five, acacia said acacia, and Shiro hated Mandy.

Forty-six, after parting, remember to meet each other and dream of being with you several times.

Forty-seven, please read it again and again. Horizontal is also "thinking" and vertical is also "silk".

Forty-eight, dark acacia, nowhere to say, melancholy night foggy month.

Forty-nine, this situation has nowhere to be eliminated, only frowning to the heart.

Fifty, Tianjie was drunk by the beauty bank, and Liangzhi moved into the black towel.

He is infatuated with love, and there is no place in the world where he misses it.

52. Acacia has no words. Don't waste your tears on flowers.

Fifty-three, the day of parting is far away, and the day of clothing is slow. Thinking of the monarch makes people old, and the years are getting late.

54. But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.

Shen Yan has traveled all over the world, and I believe that the world is separated.

56. She sent him a word through his messenger, reminding him that only their hearts know the oath.

Fifty-seven, the acacia plum blossoms stayed up all night, and suddenly I was suspicious of the window.

Fifty-eight, the bright moon is unfamiliar and bitter, and it wears Zhu Hu obliquely.

Fifty-nine, what's wrong with getting drunk for you I'm afraid my heart will break when I wake up!

Sixty, the bright moon building rests alone, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.

Sixty-one, affectionate is just a spring court, or a matter of leaving people.

Sixty-two, the ribbon knot failed. The tide at the head of the river has ebbed.

Sixty-three, after the bleak farewell, the two should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment under the moon.

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

Sixty-five years old, but when I open my eyes, I can see the lifelong troubles in your brow all night.

Sixty-six, the moon shines, and Heng E misses me.

67. 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.

Sixty-eight, I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink a river.

Sixty-nine, there is no * * * flowers, even this bright flame of love, there will only be ashes? .

Seventy years old, I know that this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .

Seventy-one, if two relationships last for a long time, sooner or later.

Seventy-two, the mountains have no edges, the rivers are endless, the Lei Zhen in the East, the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are close, dare to decide with you.

Seventy-three, wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone.

Seventy-four, tears sealed, life is only difficult to die.

Seventy-five, he is infatuated with love, and there is no place for lovesickness in the world.

Seventy-six, I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou.

Beautiful love poems (74)

First, the beauty is independent of acacia. -Serina Liu's "Yulouchun Dongshan Tan Mei"

Second, Yan Zi has a pair of charming words, Cuiping has twelve night peaks, and the dream soul dissipates. -Mao Xizhen's "Huanxi Shahua Xie Hongxiang Smoke Fan"

Third, I miss plum blossoms all night and suddenly go to the window to doubt that it is a gentleman. -Lutong "Thinking"

Fourth, the waves of the Yangtze River make people cry, and the west wind is white at night. -Song Wan's Wind on the River

Five, meet a drunk is the leading edge, wind and rain fell, where fell. -Su Shi's "Queqiao Fairy, Sending Chen Lingju on Tanabata"

Six, Jingzhou wheat mature cocoon into a moth, reeling recalled many clues. -Li Bai's Song of Jingzhou

Seventh, if I thought the tide was so regular, I might choose a boy by the river. -Li Yi's "Jiangnan Qu"

Eight, if there is no fate in the previous life, I hope to meet again in the next life. -Wan Le's "Answer to the Operator"

Nine, the beast furnace sinks hookah, the green marsh residual flower piece, writes the acacia biography line by line. -Zhang Kejiu's Sai Qiu Hong

Ten, the past has become empty, still like a dream. -Li Yu's "Midnight Song, How Can I Avoid the Sorrow and Hate of Life"

Eleven, if the two love for a long time, not in court. -Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge"

I'm afraid of lovesickness. I've missed lovesickness for a long time. It's my turn to miss lovesickness, and there's a trace in my brow. -Yu Yan's "Sauvignon Blanc, Folding Flowers"

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

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

15. If you don't miss life, you will miss it. -Xu Zaisi's "Gui Gui Ling"

Sixteen, thousands of dollars to buy each other like Fu, is complaining about this situation. -Xin Qiji's "Fishing"

Seventeen, such as floating flowers and waves, accompany you alone. -Su Shi's "He Xinlang Summer Scene"

Eighteen, two lovesickness all day long, fatigue is king, when flowers bloom. -Wen Tingyun's Four Songs of Southern Song Dynasty

Nineteen, return your pearl Lacrimosa, hate not to meet before marriage. -Zhang Ji's "Woman's Song"

Twenty, the Chinese Pulsatilla goes to the waves, and one family moves the general wind. -Zheng Gu's "Fisherman on Huai River"

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

22 years old, but strangely, this dream is very short. -Wu Wenying's "Passing through the Old Residence of Beijing"

Twenty-three, yee seats like a bed cold jade pillow, where beauty drunk yellow flowers. -Wang Yuanliang's "Looking at Jiangnan Youzhou for Nine Days"

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

Twenty-five, unstoppable, you can sit down and save your eyebrows. -Yan Xuan's Eight Beaters, Cloud Lock, Yellow Smoke and Willow Fine.

26. I met her a long time ago, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"

27 years old, single, like a flower, from the center of the cloud! Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water. -Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc"

Twenty-eight, looking for a beautiful dream, the dream is difficult to achieve. Who knows my mood at this time? Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain drop through a window. -Nie Shengqiong's Partridge Sky

Twenty-nine, ice and static spring month into the boudoir, golden urn green coagulation in accordance with the sad cry. -Li Bai's Night Sitting

Thirty, think about it, hate it, hate it until it returns. -Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc"

Thirty-one, I was in tears. I heard that my husband next door came back. I will always be in my heart.

Thirty-two, ten years of life and death are boundless, and you will never forget it if you don't think about it. Xiao Xuan window, dress up, silently care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears. -Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"

Thirty-three years old should be unbearable, so the old man looks up to heaven and Hu Aishan, and lovesickness has no wild goose feet. -Shi Dazu's "Eight Returns, Autumn River with Rain"

Thirty-four, a little dusty, looking back at the west wind. -Wu Wenying's "Six Mysteries and Gong Ze Tanabata"

Love is blind. -Huang Ming's Collection of Hangzhou Folk Poetry

Wen Jun, 36, had two meanings, so he refused. -Zhuo Wenjun's "White-headed Song"

Thirty-seven, lingering, in Hongluoluo. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"

Thirty-eight, you know I have a husband, give me a pair of pearls. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"

Thirty-nine, 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"

Forty, 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"

Forty-one, when Yuanyang is completely bald, the south of the Yangtze River is three thousand miles away from the north. -He Zhu's "Cherish Spring, Go through thick and thin, Harvest Spring"

Forty-two, beautiful women cry and dance, and real dragons are also mice and tigers. -Wang Xiangchun's "The Wall of the King's Temple in the Book"

Forty-three, affectionate is just a spring court, or a matter of leaving people. -Zhang Mi "The Sender"

Forty-four, tears return to the eyes, not married and not hated. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"

Forty-five, the famous flower loves the country and looks at you with a smile. -Li Bai's "Qingping Qi Diao"

Forty-six, why not acacia, bamboo on the river. -Wu Jun's "Deng Feier Temple"

Forty-seven, regret being a businessman's wife, doomed to be a fickle husband. -Xu Zaisi "Yangchun Qu is always in my heart"

48. If you succeed, why do you want to resign and die? -Lu's "Chang 'an Ancient Meaning"

Forty-nine, hate is like spring grass, still exists. -Li Yu's "Qing Ping Le"

Fifty, Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc. -Yan's Sauvignon Blanc.

Fifty-one, acacia belongs to xiaohonglou. -Xin Qiji's "Partridge Day, Xixi Western jackdaw Sorrow"

Fifty-two, the most concerned, folding plum blossoms, it is difficult to send acacia. -Be careful of "high balcony, send Chen Junheng to call"

Fifty-three, Sauvignon Blanc, destroy the heart! -Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc"

54. Once the sea is difficult for water, it will always be amber. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection

Fifty-five, when the waning moon went out, beauty spoke to tears. -Wei Zhuang's One Night in the Red Chamber by Bodhisattva Man.

Fifty-six, I don't know if my soul is broken, but I have a dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows? -Wei Zhuang's "Two Female Champions"

Fifty-seven, I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you don't miss home. -Li Chi Ngai's "Bu Operator"

Fifty-eight, Pingshan blocked the phase, and Zigui cried to the silent place. -Gao E's Jade Case, Silk is thicker than fog.

Fifty-nine, the husband did not make fifty merits, and he only cared about the eight shortages. -Lu You's A Trip to Jin Cuodao

Sixty, the west garden is limited to acacia trees, and plum blossoms are difficult to wait for Haitang. -Yuan Haowen "Partridge Sky, Waiting for Pavilion Lights to Send Cool Rain"

Sixty-one, if two feelings last for a long time, it is still a matter of time. -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"

Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night. -Yu's "Jiangling Sorrow Hope to Send"

Sixty-three, the crowd looked for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looked back, people were there, and the lights were dim. -Xin Qiji's Qingyun Case Yuan Xi

Sixty-four, no bees and butterflies want to be fragrant, and red clothes are bitter. -He Zhu's "Heart Bitter Willow Back to the Pond"

Sixty-five, cover my tears and listen to your songs. -Li Bai's Night Sitting

Sixty-six, 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 Tingyun's "More Leaking Three Songs"

67. What hope do I have in the darkness of our grave? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death. -Yuan Zhen's "Send Three Sad Hearts"

Sixty-eight, the clouds are light and the wind is high, the leaves fly around, the yard is cold and rainy, the moss is slight, and the boudoir people quietly cover the screen. -Gu Xun's "Huanxi Sand Cloud, Light Wind and High Leaf Flying"

Sixty-nine, thin shadow pity autumn waters, you must pity me and pity you. -Feng Xiaoqing's "complaints"

Seventy years old, a moment that should last forever, has come and gone before I know it. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

Seventy-one, this star seems to be different from last night, and the night wind Lulu stands for whom. -Huang Jingren's Two Poems of Love

Seventy-two, the beauty of the golden ladder, the basket in hand. -Chang Jian's Two Songs in Spring

Seventy-three, endless acacia blood and tears cast red beans, endless spring flowers bloom all over the building. -Cao Xueqin's red bean words

Seventy-four, counting the traces, there are still pillow capsules and acacia. -Wu Wenying's "Man Jianghong Liu Shuozhai Fu He Juyun"

Beautiful love poems _ love poems

One, ten years of life and death are two boundless, no thoughts, unforgettable, lonely graves thousands of miles away, nowhere sad. -Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"

Second, it may be a marriage in a previous life or a fate in the next life. Meeting in this life will only increase useless resentment.

Third, the rainy night turns blue. Some people can create surprises without gestures.

Fourth, it is better to hate each other when the tide has faith, and acacia begins to feel that the sea is not deep. -Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha"

That's it, the mountains and rivers will never meet again.

Six, two lovesickness all day long, fatigue is king, when flowers bloom. -The article "The Second of Four Songs of Nan Gezi"

Seven, drifting away, I am still guarding you on the other side.

Eight, who will accompany me to return to the battlefield to unload my armor, who will accompany me to the end of the world, who will bear my life?

Nine, the solemnity of moonlight, the spirit of music, everything is just an illusion, fleeting.

10. Who is looking for the face in the memory of past lives in a broken world?

Eleven, flying flowers, dancing, how many feelings flying.

Twelve, the dream is wet and empty, and the frequent knocking on Yunzi surprises residual leakage. A cup of turbid wine is ugly and the world of mortals is thorough.

Thirteen, no one is playing with acacia tears.

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

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

Sixteen, Ling Hua bronze mirror cool, add fragrance to the eyebrows, daylights out. I just hope you are healthy.

Seventeen, a person's one-way, a person's morning and evening, a person's youth.

In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"

Nineteen. She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

Twenty, the sword rises with misty peaks, and in the distance, the smoke falls and the flowers fall, and the dream is like Long song.

Twenty-one, for whom have you dedicated your life, and for whom have you carved the waiting for a thousand years into eternity?

22 years old, who sighs in the years.

Twenty-three, life is like a passer-by between heaven and earth.

Twenty-four, Yuzhu once wrote about the Phoenix Tour, where people go to the empty building and water goes to the empty building.

Twenty-five, I don't know the soul is broken, but I have a dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows? -Wei Zhuang's "The Head of Two Women's Champions"

Twenty-six, purple account refers to a cry, it is difficult to forget each other. Sword burial is a wound, and the mind is innocent.

Twenty-seven, dust has always been like water, and it is rare to cry. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.

28. If the road dust is raised and the cement is muddy, when can we meet in harmony? -Cao Zhi's "Tall Buildings and Bright Moon"