Poems and ancient poems about regret

1, Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, family sacrifices do not forget. But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.

When a child meets a stranger, he will smile and ask where the guest is from. If the emperor promised to return the field, he would be a neighbor at the age of six.

3, lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will pick up the light to mend clothes at night. Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. A lazy youth, a lousy age.

Originally, I wanted to turn my heart to the bright moon, but last night, the bright moon shone in the ditch, and suddenly it began to rain. After a deep sleep, the wine still lingered. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.

6. The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. He is infatuated with love, and there is no place in the world where he misses it.

7, life is born infatuated, this hate has nothing to do with the wind, has nothing to do with the month. I miss you twice all day, and I am exhausted for you. I am bent on leaving home and worried to death.

8, jathyapple a curtain of dreams, spring breeze ten miles of tenderness. Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.

9. Acacia says acacia, and Silang hates Xiaomin. It is difficult to find a beautiful dream, but who knows my mood at this time. Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain drop through a window.

10, I just hope that your heart is the same as mine and you won't miss it. Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. 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 is heartbreaking.