A poem about two people who love each other but can't be together.

Author: Cui Hu

Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

Commentary: At the end of Cui Hu's senior high school entrance examination, Tomb-Sweeping Day traveled alone in Nanzhuang, a suburb of Chang 'an, and walked to the front of a farmhouse with peach blossoms. A beautiful girl came out and received him warmly, leaving an unforgettable impression on the other side. When Tomb-Sweeping Day came back the next year, the door was closed and the girl didn't know where she was. Only peach blossoms are still in full bloom against the spring breeze, which makes people feel melancholy.

Second, "Jiangchengzi"

Author: Su Shi

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

Interpretation: The poet/kloc-married Wang Fu at the age of 0/9, and they fell in love and lived in harmony. Wang Fu and Su Shi lived in the capital, but unfortunately died in May (1065) of the second year of Song Yingzong Zhiping. First buried in the western suburbs of Bianjing, and the next year buried in his hometown of Anzhen Township, pengshan county, northeast of Meizhou, Sichuan. This word was written in memory of his late wife Wang Fu.

Third, the "operator"?

Author: Li Chi Ngai

I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. 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.

Interpretation: I live at the source of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I don't see you, but I drink a spring water. When will this river stop, and when will this hatred stop? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and I will never betray your lovesickness.

Fourth, untitled.

Author: 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! .

Interpretation: the opportunity to meet each other is rare, and it is even more difficult to leave when leaving. And now it is the spring when the east wind is weakening, and the fading of flowers is even more sad. Spring silkworms don't spit silk thread until they die, and wax oil drops like tears when candles burn to ashes.

Five, "recent love"

Author: liuyong

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

Interpretation: People have lost weight, and my clothes are getting looser and looser. I have never regretted it. I'd rather look haggard in memory of her.

References:

Baidu Encyclopedia of "The title city is Nancun"

Ten Years of Life and Death in Jiangchengzi Baidu Encyclopedia

Untitled Time is Baidu Encyclopedia long before I met her, but longer after we broke up.