Girl's confession poem

1, the swallow in front of the old hall, and misty rain, flew together again. When people are old, spring grows well and dreams are good. -Han Yuanji's "Six National Anthems"

2. If she just turns her head and smiles, there are a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of the six palaces disappear without a trace. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

3, a foot of crimson is better than dust, and the old is not as good as the new. Acacia peach pit is hateful, and Xu Yuanlai has no one else. A candle at the bottom of a well keeps Lang Changxing from going. Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia? -Wen, "Two New Words"

4, the spring waves under the sad bridge are green, which used to be a stunning photo. -Lu You's Two Poems of Shen Yuan

5. Never stop, even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? . -Li Shangyin's Untitled Six Songs and Six Songs

6. Acacia only exists in: clove branches and cardamom tops. -Wang Wei's "Eyes are Delicate and Willow is Soft"

7. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. -Li Chi Ngai's "Bu Operator"

8, pale, white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. -"Guo Fengqin Feng Jiajian"

9. May I ask about the river tide and sea water? What are your feelings and your heart? Hate is not as good as believing, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep. -Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha, Sorry, River Tide Sea Water"

10, mountains and rivers are everywhere, and falling flowers and storms are more harmful to spring. It is better to pity the people in front of you. -Yan Shu "Huanxisha has always been a limited body"

1 1, in order to attract Qiu Yu's keen eyes, she touched a wrong note from time to time. -Li Duan's "Listening to Zheng"

12, wine into sorrow, into acacia tears. -Fan Zhongyan, "Su Muzhe Nostalgia"