Poetry about missing your wife

1. Mourning Poem 1, Dream in Jiangchengzi Mao Yi, 20th day of the first month of the Song Dynasty: Su Shi.

Ten years of life and death are boundless, and I will never forget it. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

Interpretation of the vernacular: The two died for a lifetime and were isolated for ten years. They miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.

2,' Five-character Poems from Thinking, the fourth' Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen.

Once, the sea was difficult for water, and amber was forever. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: once you have experienced the vast sea, you feel that the water elsewhere is dwarfed; Once I experienced the clouds in Wushan, I felt that the clouds in other places were eclipsed. Even among the flowers, I am too lazy to look back. Maybe it's because of the monastery, maybe it's because of you.

3. Inscription of Nanxiangzi as a Dead Woman: Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty

Original: Tears are swallowed silently, only regretting the past. Want to bring your photos back to your party, your tears can't break your heart. You can't draw your face. The parting words are still clear in my ears, and fly with me's dream was awakened in the middle of the night for no reason. You woke up early, I was still dreaming, crying as deep as the wind, and the sound of the wind continued until dawn.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Tears are more than silent, but I regret not cherishing your efforts before. I want to be with you again with Dan Qing. My eyes are blurred and my heart is broken, so I can't draw your face. The parting words are still clear in my ears, and Qi Fei's good dream was awakened in the middle of the night for no reason. You have been awake for a long time, but I am still dreaming, crying deeply and painfully, and the wind chimes will be until dawn.

4,' Shen Yuan Er' Song Dynasty: Lu You

Original: After forty years of dreams, the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: It has been more than 40 years since her death, and the willow in Shenyuan is too old to speak. I'm about to turn into a pile of dirt in Huiji Mountain, and I'm still here to mourn and cry.

5,' 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.

Vernacular interpretation: Jinse, why do you have fifty strings? Every string and paragraph reminds people of the year of Huang Jinhua. My heart is like Zhuangzi, confused by butterfly dreams; Another example is watching the emperor, turning the cuckoo into a cuckoo. Hai Ming Yue Ming, Jiao Ren's tears are pearls. Lantian is sunny and warm, and you can see good jade and good smoke. The feelings of joys, sorrows and sorrows cannot be recalled today, but they have been inadvertently long ago.

2. Hello, this poem expresses missing your lover!

As follows:

Parting is bitter water, loneliness is a spoonful of coffee. I make acacia thick, taste the fragrance you left behind like Xijiang River, and it flows east day and night. I'm worried about Jiangling-Yu-

No one longs for love, even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? -Li Shangyin.

Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people. -Sender-Zhang Bi-

Tears are falling in your eyes. I hate not meeting you before I got married-Zhang Ji.

Tears can be traced, but words are hard to send-Chen Duansheng.

As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? -Qin Guan

Linglong dice Ann Monkey Bean, do you know how much you miss it? -Yang Liuzhi-Wen Tingyun-

Falling in love is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more-Gong Zizhen.

Afraid of lovesickness, I've thought about it, and it's my turn to leave lovesickness, revealing a trace of brow. Yu Yan

After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia. The order of laurels-Xu Zaisi-

Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months. Diary about love "Yu Meiren"-Nalan Xingde-

People enter the river like the wind, and love enters the river and rain. -A spring in the Jade House-Zhou Bangyan-

Life has its own infatuation, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance-Ouyang Xiu

When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time. -Li Bai-

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. -Su Shi

Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -The Book of Songs

He is infatuated with love, and there is no place in the world where he misses it. Minus the word Huanxisha-Kuang Zhouyi.

The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. Zhang Xian

Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time. Yulouchun-Yan Shu-

Without Cai Feng's wings, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. -Li Shangyin

Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. Today, I think about it. It rains and snows, and it looks at the sky and clouds at dusk. I miss you when I walk, but I miss you when I sit. -Tang Yin-

The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. At this point, the night is awkward. -Li Bai-

How many lovesickness one-night stands are there? The ends of the earth are not long. -The Swallow House-Zhang's lovesickness poem-

If you don't think about it, you can avoid it After careful consideration, I would rather miss you! -Zhao Biyu-

How can a flowering tree let you meet me? At my best moment, I prayed for this in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a dusty relationship. -Xi Murong

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

There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy. The Missing Poem "Feng Qiu Qin Huang Ge"

Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber-Yuan Zhen

This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends. Fubie. Chou-yu Cheng

Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life. Qq, talk about the mood phrase "Untitled 63"-Li Shangyin-

The saddest poem of missing: flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, there is no sorrow in the two places, and this feeling is inevitable, just waiting for a frown to come to my heart. The full moon in the West Building-Li Qingzhao-

Miss the most painful poem: ruthless is not like affectionate, and an inch is still a thousand strands. -jade palace in spring.-Yan Shu-.

3. The poem of missing his wife 1 lies in the reunion in the depths of the beautiful Qulan.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Reunion in the depths of the winding aperture, tears even to people. Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months.

Sleeping alone for half a life, the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. Recall what is the most fascinating thing. The first one is to draw a skirt with folded branches.

Translation:

I met you again in the depths of the winding corridor. I hold you in my arms with pity. The two snuggled together, whispering and telling each other about their long-lost lovesickness. In my arms, your body trembled slightly, gently wiping the dripping crystal tears, which made people feel infinite pity. Now, the beauty in memory has become desolation after parting.

After leaving, I only felt lonely for half my life, and tears were already on my pillow. The most desolate and cold, in the silent moonlight; I am most afraid of memories, when I splashed ink on your skirt.

2. Jiangling looks forward to seeing Zi An off/Jiangling looks forward to seeing him off.

Tang dynasty: Yu

There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.

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

Translation:

In a sad late autumn, maple leaves are floating on the river. At this time, a west wind blew, and the trees all over the mountain rustled. I'm sorry to hear that, little girl. At first glance, the river bridge is hidden in the maple forest. It's already dusk, and I haven't seen my lover return by boat. I am eager to see my lover come back, little girl. Miss your lover as the water of Xijiang River, and miss him as the length of running water.

3. Jade House hates spring.

Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off. The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.

Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.

Translation:

On the verdant ancient pavilion road, he left me easily like a couple and boarded the boat to leave. The bell on the roof awakened Wu Geng's dream, and his heart was sad like the spring rain in March at the bottom of the flower.

Where can a heartless person know the distress of a sentient person? An inch of acacia is inextricably linked. No matter how far the horizon is, that day will have an end, but people's sorrow is infinite and endless.

4. transmitter

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Mi

Don't dream of thanking, wandering under the railing of the small corridor.

Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.

Translation:

Don't come to Xie Jia vaguely in your dream and wander under the railing of a small cloister.

Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate and shines in the courtyard away from people.

The unnamed time was long before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated.

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

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! . (Pengshan Zuo Yi: Penglai)

Translation:

The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to part when we break up. Moreover, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to close, is even more sad.

Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.

Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression.

The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.

4. Poems or sentences in memory of his dead wife. Jiang remembers the dream of the 20th day of the first month.

Author Su Shi, Song Dynasty

Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Don't think about it. Unforgettable A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

When night came, my dream suddenly came home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

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It's been ten years since you and I broke up, and we can't help missing each other. But it's hard to see each other after all. Lonely graves thousands of miles away, there is nowhere to tell the sadness in my heart. Even if the husband and wife met, you wouldn't recognize me. I am covered in dust and my temples are like frost. Last night, I returned to my hometown in my dream, at the window of the cabin. I'm dressing up.

You and I are silent and sad, only tears fall thousands of lines. The place where I expected to miss her in the past was on the bright moon night, on the short Songshan Mountain.

Second, five poems about leaving thoughts, and the fourth.

Author Yuan Zhen, Tang Dynasty

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.

Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.

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Once you have been to the seaside, there is not enough water in other places; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan Mountain. Hurried through the flowers, too lazy to look back; This reason is partly due to the abstinence of monks and partly because you have had it.

Third, send three funeral songs. Second,

Author Yuan Zhen, Tang Dynasty

A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left. The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.

Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you. No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.

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At that time, we joked about what was behind us; Today is a painful memory. You are running out of clothes before your death, charity; Only the needle and thread rice is still kept and can't be opened. I still cherish the old feelings and love your servant more; I dreamed about you, too, and sent you money. I sincerely know that everyone in the world has hatred for death; But we poor couples feel more sad about everything.

Fourth, half-dead children, everything is wrong.

Author he, Zhu, song,

Go through the gate again and you'll be fine. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.

The grass is on the ground and exposed at the beginning. Old habitat and new growth. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?

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When I come to Suzhou again, I just feel that everything is wrong. Why can't my wife who came with me come with me? I seem to be a plane tree beaten by frost, half dead; Like a naked mandarin duck without a companion, lonely and tired.

Dewdrops on the green grass have just dried on the Yuan Ye. I wander in the bedroom where I used to live together, and I wander in the new grave on the ridge. Lying in an empty bed, listening to the biting wind and rain outside the window added a lot of sadness. Who will burn the midnight oil to mend my clothes in the future!

Five, before Chongyang Qinyuan Spring Ding Si

Author Nalan Xingde Qing Dynasty Qing Dynasty

Three days before the Double Ninth Festival, the woman who died in the dream wore light makeup and plain clothes, holding hands and sobbing. Many words have been forgotten. However, there is a parting cloud: "I hope to hate the sky and the moon, but I will still pay a New Year call to Yuen Long every year." I don't know why I got this, because I didn't write a poem, but I felt endowed after I felt it.

It's so unlucky that it's fleeting. How can you forget it when you are depressed? Remember to blow red rain when the embroidered couch is idle; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore.

Find the blue sky again. Short hair is expected, and there will be frost in the future. It is a paradise on earth, the fate of the dust has not broken, and the spring flowers and autumn leaves are still hurting. If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, Qian Sheng eaves rain, spectrum ileum.

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Three nights before the Double Ninth Festival, Ding Si dreamed that the dead woman was dressed in plain makeup and clothes, holding her hand and sobbing. The dead woman said too much to repeat, but when she left, she said, "I wish I could be in the sky and on the moon and still be with you once a year." The dead woman never learned to write poetry, and she didn't know how to make such a statement. When I wake up, I want to make a long tune.

Floating life is in a hurry and fleeting. In retrospect, how can you forget? I remember when the embroidery collapsed, I splashed tea with gambling books, blew flowers and chewed nuts, and leaned against the sunset in the corner of the carved fence. Now, the dream is hard to stay, there is no way to continue singing for the first time, and I can only cry when I am deeper. After waking up from my dream, the north wind blew, and my voice and face disappeared. It is no longer allowed to study it carefully.

Blue sky, yellow land, mountain pursuit, but he failed, in two places, found the person he was looking for. Tossing and turning all night, I got up in the Ming Dynasty and thought that your short hair would definitely add autumn frost. Even though heaven and earth are separated by yin and yang, the fate of dust is not over, and the mystery of the surviving people cannot be interrupted. Every beautiful moment spent together, spring flowers and autumn leaves will touch my sadness.

Unfortunately, with passionate feelings and haggard descriptions, Xun Ling has lost his former style. At this time, there was a melodious flute in the hospital, full of bitterness and unbearable.

I miss my wife's poem very much, which is sad, unique and the most grievance I can't get rid of.

-Nalan Xingde's "Yu Meiren" How many lovesickness one-night stands, the ends of the earth are not long. -Zhang's "Swallow House" Parting is a touch of bitter water, loneliness is a spoonful of coffee, I make acacia strong, taste your fragrance like Xijiang River, and flow eastward day and night.

"Sorrow has something to send in Jiangling"-Yu Lianhua, and even this bright flame of love, will there be only ashes? Fall in love with flowers. —— Li Shangyin's saddest poem of missing: Flowers are far away from water, one kind of lovesickness, two kinds of carefree, which can't be eliminated, but they can only frown but care. "The West Building is full of moons" —— Li Qingzhao's most painful poem: Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality, and there are still thousands of strands in an inch.

"Jade House is spring"-Yan Shu's amorous feelings are only spring court and bright moon, and it is still a pity to stay behind. -"Give away"-Zhang Bi This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain, and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

Fubie. I know very well that this kind of love will not have any result, Zheng Chouyu, but it can comfort my soul! .

"Untitled Six Poems No.3"-Li Shangyin shed tears when she returned the pearl, and she hated not being married-Zhang Ji was infatuated all his life, and there was no room for lovesickness in the world. "Reducing the word Huanxisha"-Zhouyi is not old and difficult to get rid of.

The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. -Zhang Xi' an's tears can be traced back to the end, and it is difficult to send without words. -Chen Duansheng's beauty, I never forget, a day of sight, thinking like crazy.

"Phoenix begging for Qin Song" used to be an ocean of water, but if the love between Amber and Yuan Zhen lasts for a long time, it will not last forever. -Qin Guan.

I miss my wife's poems. Who can complain about loneliness? Foreword is always faint. -Liu Yong's Happy Day and Night

Shen Yan, a fish, traveled around the world and began to believe in the separation of human beings. -Dai Shulun's acacia.

If I thought the tide was so regular, I might choose a boy by the river.

Peach and plum, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain-Song and Huang Tingjian & gt

For my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply. -Gu Zhen's Confessions

The water waves in the river, the white feathers of waterfowl, the green and red flowers on the mountain are in contrast, and you want to burn. This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home? -Du Fu's quatrains

I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. —— Don Wang Jian & gt

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. -Tang Song Wen Zhi>

You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei in full bloom? -Tang Wang Wei>

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7. The poem "Ten Years of Life and Death in Jiang" was written by Su Shi in memory of his wife Wang Fu.

Full text:

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

Translation:

Two people have been dead for a lifetime, isolated for ten years, and there is no news. Restrain my thoughts, but I will never forget them. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, I don't expect to know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.

8. I miss my wife's poems. What kind of fish are there? Shen Yan still has a long way to go, and I believe the world is out of misery. -Dai Shulun's Acacia

Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight. Playing acacia, the string broke for a while. -Li Zhi's Acacia

Love in spring is not like flowers blooming. Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? -Untitled Li Shangyin.

The bell rang at night but Qin, and Zhang Hui's new song was still missing.

The dragon said that the emperor and the tears taught that no one was in the south of the moon. -Zhang Hu's Lin Yuling

Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people. -Zhang Mi "The Sender"

Yulinling

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Hu

The bell rang at night but Qin, and Zhang Hui's new song was still missing.

The dragon said that the emperor and the tears taught that no one was in the south of the moon.

The whole poem * * * four sentences, beginning with Long Yin, tells that the emperor of the Tang Dynasty returned to Beijing from Shu, and from Shu to Qin, which coincided with a rainy night. The location and scene remain the same, but the people are completely different. The poet listened to Zhang Hui, a musician, telling a long story about the music given by Emperor Tang Ming with tears in his eyes. Rebels are rampant, mountains and rivers are broken, and lives are ruined. Emperor Tang Ming was partial to a corner and did not want to recover the mountains and rivers. However, he has always been addicted to the old love, obsessed with Yang Guifei, and was forced to hang himself in Ma Yupo. He often taught Zhang Hui his self-made Song of Lin Yuling with tears to express his memory of Yang Guifei. As a person, Tang's right approach is understandable. People are not vegetation, who can be ruthless. But as an emperor, even if he has abdicated, it will inevitably make people feel too naive to indulge in personal affairs. In a word, this poem is a melting pot of criticism and sympathy, and the poet's concern for the country and the people is implicit in it, which constitutes a gloomy and sad tone and gives people a strong sense of history and reality.

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Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.

There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.

Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.

Never-ending, even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? !

This poem is a hopeless cry that the heroine is locked in a secluded room, longing for love. Enthusiasm turns into disillusioned sadness and intense anger. It is a very common metaphor to describe the yearning for love with "longing for love"; The connection between "spring heart" and "flowers competing for hair" not only gives "spring heart" a beautiful image, but also shows its natural rationality. Acacia is an abstract concept. The poet thinks of the strange sentence "Even this bright flame of love, is there only ashes?" From incense to ashes, the abstract is turned into concrete, and the destruction of beautiful things is expressed in a strong contrast way, which makes this poem have a touching tragic beauty. Li Shangyin's best love poems are almost all about frustrated love. And this kind of frustrated love, often into some of their own life experience. We can also see his unfortunate experience of frustration in his career in the mood of acacia turning to dust.

9. Poems about missing your lover: Peace and happiness.

Small red print means that business is flat,

The feeling that the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water is hard to come out.

The setting sun leans on the west wing alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook.

People don't know where, but the green waves still flow eastward.

Que Qiao song xian Qin Guan

The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.

On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.

Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.

As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?

Die Hua Lian Song Ouyang Xiu

How deep is the yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy.

Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.

Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

Mulan tree

On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off.

The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.

Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.

Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.

Xin Qiji in Qing Yu Case in Yuan and Song Dynasties

Thousands of trees are blooming and stars are everywhere in the east night. BMW carved cars and incense filled the road.

Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.

Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for her in the crowd,

Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

Song He Zhu's Jade Case

Ling Bo didn't cross the pond road, just watching and letting the dust settle. Who is the golden flower?

Qiao Yue Garden, a Zhu Hu with a locked window. Only spring knows this place.

Feiyun Ran Ran died at dusk. The new topic of crayons is heartbreaking sentences. If you ask how much leisure do you have?

Yichuan tobacco is full of wind. It rains when plums are yellow.

Slow song Qingzhao

Looking around, lonely and sad.

It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.

Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent.

Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers are piled on the ground, haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now?

Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?

Indus is also the rain in Mao Mao until dusk, dribs and drabs.

This time, what a sad sentence?

Yu Linling Song Liu Yong

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.

All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.