Looking for ancient poems about love and freedom

There are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees. I like you, but I don't know.

A love that consumes everything, you can go home slowly.

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

Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. My Fair Lady is a gentleman.

There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are in harmony, but they dare to break with you.

When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. Take a hug home for me as a symbol of our love.

Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. I don't know where to go, but the peach blossom in the spring breeze still smiles.

Willow green Jiang Shuiping, singing on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny.

Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.

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! .

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

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

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.

If the relationship between two people lasts for a long time, is it a matter of time?

Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiaofeng and the waning moon.

Just because I think, when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk.

If you don't miss your life, you will miss it and it will hurt you.

Affection has been idle and hateful since ancient times, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up.

Endless acacia tears cast red beans, endless spring flowers bloom all over the building.

Acacia said acacia under the tree, and Shiro hated Xiaomin.

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two places of leisure.

I can't eliminate this situation, but I frown, but I care.

Looking around, very lonely and painful.

This time, what a sad sentence?

The willow shoots on the moon, people about after dusk.

I hope to unite as one and never give up.

If it works, why not die? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy.

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny.

Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes?

Live up to the Tathagata, live up to the Qing Dynasty.

Wen Jun has two intentions, and he has come to refuse each other.

Laugh three thousand times with you, and leave the wound without regrets.

Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers.

The past is empty, still like a dream.

Know what I mean, sympathize with you, you must ask for it.

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.

If the road dust is raised and the cement is muddy, when can we meet in harmony?

After the bleak farewell, the two should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment under the moon.

Back to pearl, tears fell, and I hated not meeting before I got married.

How to 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.

How can we live together and not die?

Acacia says acacia under the tree, but Silang hates Mandy.

Since the monarch came out, the mirror was dark and hopeless. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time?

How can we be heartless if we don't see each other? Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.

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.

Like this star, not last night, for whom did the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night?

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

I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the voice of Wangjiangtou River.

People have become sentimental and thin, and now they are not sentimental.

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

How many lovesickness one-night stands, the ends of the earth are not long.

Ask the world what love is and teach life and death.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am a lonely grave, and I have nowhere to talk.

What occasion? See this lover.