Poetry about lovers' empathy

Poetry about empathy: 1. What are the poems about empathy?

1, the song of the bald head-Han dynasty: Zhuo Wenjun.

Like snow on the mountain, jiaozi is like the moon in the clouds.

I heard that you have two hearts, so I came to break up with you.

Today is like the last party, and tomorrow we will break up.

You stop by the ditch, and the ditch water flows east and west.

When I decided to take the king away from home, I didn't cry like an ordinary girl.

I am full of thinking that if I marry a person with a heart, I can love each other and be happy forever.

The bamboo pole curls, and the fish tail acts as a disciple.

Men should attach importance to friendship, and there is no money to compensate for the loss of sincere love.

2, "Thinking" Tang Dynasty: Liu Xiyi

Li Huafeng, a peach blossom in Luoyang Oriental, flies around, and I don't know whose home it is.

Luoyang woman looks beautiful, sitting alone in the courtyard, looking at the scattered plum blossoms, sighing long.

The peach blossom and plum blossom I saw this year have rotted in color. I wonder who can see the beautiful flowers in the flowering season next year?

I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed into firewood, and I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea.

Old friends no longer lament that the peach blossoms are dying in the east of Luoyang, but now people are still falling in the wind.

Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year.

Tell those young people in their prime that they should pity this half-dead old man.

Now he is white-haired and poor, but he is still a handsome young woman.

The old man in his later years once danced with the son of Yu Fangshu's son in the methotrexate song.

There are also beautiful decorative billiard tables like Guanglu Xun Imperial Guards and Horses in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and there are also those with colorful fairy painted in the mourning hall like Liang Ji.

When the old man is sick in bed, he is ignored. In the past, he had fun in the spring. Where is the Qing dance now?

How many times can a beautiful woman like a beautiful woman last? After a while, the crane was disheveled and pale as silk.

All the songs and dances of the ages, the birds left in the dusk are empty.

3. "Die Lian Hua Chun Jing" Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are many fish in the sea.

Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. The laughter died away, and so did the sound. Affectionate but heartless chagrin.

4, "Mulan Ci, Antique Decisive Words, Friendship and Cambodia" Qing: Nalan Xingde

If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.

It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain.

More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.

5. "Hua Lian went to the fortress" Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Today, ancient rivers and mountains have no fixed basis, and horses come and go with the sound of drawing horns. Everything is desolate, who can speak? The west wind blows the old Danfeng.

Never complain about countless things? Ma Tiejin Pavilion, Qingcheng Evening Road. How much love? The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains.

2. Ancient poems express anger at lovers' empathy.

The fallen petal intentionally follows the flowing water, and the flowing water buries the fallen petal mercilessly.

Being hurt by feelings hurts the most, and it always hurts feelings mercilessly. God is heartbreaking, why is bad luck often accompanied?

The scene at this time is gaunt and unbearable. What is love, how much sadness, and what is love?

How many heroes in the world have lost their souls because of their feelings. Love can be touching or hurtful, and those who abandon it are fearless and firm.

The lingering lust is soft around the fingers, leaving only the bones buried in the green hills. I dare not call myself a hero, but I am addicted to ecstasy.

Love makes people intoxicated, and eventually they have to fly separately. When it thunders on a sunny day, the heart is inextricably linked to weak water.

Fortunately, life is accompanied by a bosom friend, and sleeping alone is lonely. The stars are dim, the years are long, and the meteors flash by.

If love is long and dull, how sweet a spring night is. The limited legacy of spring night is exhausted, leaving nothing for myself.

It is a pity that people are heartbroken and turn arsenic into sugar. People have no desire to survive and want to go to the underworld to die.

Think back, turn your parents' feelings around and live a life of gratitude. Although I will never die, I intend to return to the wild and hide in the city.

The world of mortals turns a deaf ear to worldly things, and my ears are restless. Double yemeng eyes, calm the mind, but can't roll the world of mortals.

May the sun spread its wings and fly, and Wan Li time disappear. There are no idle cranes in the wasteland, licking wounds alone and breaking their hearts.

There is still a long way to go, and this feeling is also remembered for a long time. There is a love of beauty in the air, and the spring dream wakes up without a trace.

What a pity! I only hate this kind of life! Damn it! Hate

3. Ancient poems express anger at lovers' empathy.

Falling flowers deliberately drift with the tide,

Running water mercilessly buries fallen flowers.

Sadness hurts the most because of love,

Always heartless and hurt.

God is heartbreaking,

Why is bad luck always with you?

At this time, the scene is gaunt,

It's hard to look back.

What is love, how much sadness,

what is love ?

How many heroes are there in the world,

I have to leave my soul for emotion.

Love can be touching or hurtful.

Quitters are fearless and determined.

The lingering desire is soft around the fingers,

Only bones are left to bury the green hills.

I dare not call myself a hero,

Be kind to your health.

Love binds people and makes them crazy.

One day they will fly separately.

A bolt from the blue,

There are thousands of thoughts in my heart to be weak.

Fortunately, life is accompanied by a bosom friend.

Sleeping alone again.

The stars are dim and the years are long.

The meteor flashed.

If love is dull for a long time,

What a sweet night it is in spring.

The limited legacy of spring night has been exhausted,

Leave the skin empty for yourself.

Unfortunately, life is heartbreaking,

Directly turn arsenic into white sugar.

People have no desire to survive,

Want to die in the grave.

Think about how your parents feel,

Live to repay this kindness.

Although I'm not dead, my heart is dead.

Deliberately released into the wild, hiding in the city.

The world of mortals turned a deaf ear,

My ears are very upset.

Shuang Ye blindfolded, composed himself,

The world of mortals can't roll.

May the sun spread its wings and fly,

Wan Li's time is over.

There are no cloud cranes on the wasteland,

Licking the wound alone, heartbreaking.

There's a long day ahead,

This feeling is a long-term memory.

With an empty heart for beauty,

Spring dreams wake up without a trace.

What a pity!

I only hate this kind of life! Damn it! Damn it!