What are the classic poems about love?

1, "Meet Lin Huanhua and Xie Chunhong"

Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. (Leave one work each: leave one person)

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Colorful flowers fade in an instant, and spring comes too hastily. Also very helpless. How can flowers endure the cold and rain day and night?

The rainy flowers of the forest are so charming that they drop like the tears of a beautiful woman. Flowers and people who love flowers are attached. When can we meet again? There are too many regrets in life, just like the river that died in the east, which never stops and never ends.

2. "When is the spring flower and autumn moon?"

When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. (Column and aperture are the same)

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When did the beautiful time of spring flowers and autumn moon end? How much do you remember from before? Last night, there was a spring breeze blowing in the small building. On this bright night, how can I bear the pain of thinking of my hometown?

Carefully carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the people I miss are aging. Ask me how much sadness I have in my heart, just like endless spring water rolling east.

3. "Crying at night, it was stormy last night."

It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage is a broken pillow, so you can't sit still.

The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.

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It was stormy last night, and the curtains covering the windows were rustled by the autumn wind. There is not much candle burning, the water in the pot has leaked out, and I can't sleep by leaning on the pillow again and again. Lying down and sitting up can't keep your head steady.

Things in the world, like flowing water that has gone to the East, are gone forever. Thinking about my life is like a big dream. Only when you are drunk can you relieve depression, and other methods do not work.

4. "Sand Waves Beat Rain Outside the Curtain"

The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.

Don't lean on the bar alone, it is infinite. It's easier to see when it's not. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

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Outside the curtain, the rain is gurgling, and the rich spring will fade. Even the brocade quilt covered with Luo Zhi can't stand the cold and cold during the May Watch. Only when you forget that you are a passer-by in your dreams can you enjoy the movie.

One should not go upstairs to look at the fence alone, causing endless thoughts and feelings for the old country. It's easy to leave, but difficult to see my hometown again. In the past, the red flowers withered, just like the lost river went back with the spring. Compared with the past, one is the sky and the other is the earth.

5. "Sand Waves Beat Rain Outside the Curtain"

The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.

Don't lean on the bar alone, it is infinite. It's easier to see when it's not. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

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Outside the curtain, the rain is gurgling, and the rich spring will fade. Even the brocade quilt covered with Luo Zhi can't stand the cold and cold during the May Watch. Only when you forget that you are a passer-by in your dreams can you enjoy the movie.

One should not go upstairs to look at the fence alone, causing endless thoughts and feelings for the old country. It's easy to leave, but difficult to see my hometown again. In the past, the red flowers withered, just like the lost river went back with the spring. Compared with the past, one is the sky and the other is the earth.