The more old sayings that express lovesickness, the better. If satisfied, give 100.

Li Qingzhao is drunk with flowers.

Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.

A cluster of plum blossoms

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.

Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Slow voice

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 in the wind.

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

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.

Haggard, who can pick it now?

Looking out the window, how can you be alone?

Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.

This time, what a sad sentence.

Titu Chengnanzhuang Cuihu

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.

Liu Yong dies in Hua Lian.

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.

I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

Liu Yong, an iris

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.

I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

Liu Yong Yulinling

Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.

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.

Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.

Customs are strange, who to talk to.

Five poems by Qin Guan

Walking on the beach, I was lost in the fog and the moon. Taoyuan is nowhere to be found. The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun. Plum blossoms are mailed. This hatred has no weight. Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he get off in Xiaoxiang for?

Queqiao fairy is clever, flying stars spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese are dark. 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. If two people have a long-term relationship, sooner or later!

Subtract the word magnolia Tianya old hate. Lonely and desolate people don't ask. Want to see the ileum. Cut off the fragrance of the small seal in the golden furnace. Moths grow very long. Let the spring breeze blow. Trapped in a dangerous building. I'm worried about everything Hong Fei says.

The small building in the desert of Huanxisha is light and cold. Silver hooligans are like poor autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint. Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Then the curtain of jewelry is hung on the silver hook at will.

Man Fang Ting (Part III)

Mountain painted Wei Yun, the sky faded, and the horn was painted to break the door. Suspend the collection, just saying. How many Penglai past events, empty looking back, misty. Outside the setting sun, 10,000 points west of Western jackdaw, flowing water around the lonely village.

Fascinating. At this time, the sachet is dark and the ribbon is light. If you win, the brothel will exist in name only. When can I see you here? There are tears on the sleeves and in the air. At the scene of the injury, the high city was in ruins and the lights were dim.

Endless desire

Lipper

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.

Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.

High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.

Like a flower, there is a high sky in the world from the center of the cloud.

Below, I saw the green and agitation of the water. Heaven and earth are far away,

Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.

In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night.

I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu.

This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan.

I miss you in a distant place, outside the blue sky,

My once shining eyes are the source of tears.

If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!

Jiangchengzi sushi

On the 20th of the first month, Yi Mao remembered her dreams day and night.

Ten years of life and death,

Never think, never forget.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away is sad everywhere.

Even if we don't know each other when we meet,

Face covered with dust, temples like frost.

When night comes, the dream suddenly comes home.

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is expected that the annual sad place,

Moonlight night, short matsuoka.

Jiangchengzi

Biexuzhou

There are endless thoughts on the horizon.

When they met, they hurried by.

Holding hands with beautiful women, tears break the beauty.

Ask Yu Dongfeng so much? Spring has come, who are you with?

Sui dike dissolves in water in March.

Back to Hong, go to Wuzhong.

Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong.

I want to send a thousand tears of acacia, but I can't, Chu Jiangdong.

Inlaid harp

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.

Untitled

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! .

Two songs without titles

You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.

The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.

The blue candle burns its jade feather lamp, and the musk deer embroiders the hibiscus slightly.

But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.

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.

Does the human heart have to bloom in spring like all other flowers? Even if this bright flame of love, should it only be ashes? .

Su Mu covered Fan Zhongyan.

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves.

The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep.

The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.

Blue sky, yellow flower land, tight west wind, flying north and south. Who is drunk in Xiao Lai's frost forest? Always in tears. This is the music of the West Chamber.

To a maid, Cui Jiao.

From then on, Xiao Lang became a stranger.

Princes and nobles compete with each other in the back.

The beautiful woman burst into tears and was soaked to the skin.

Houmen enters the deep sea

From then on, Xiao Lang became a stranger.

Ouyang xiu's

Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth

I don't know how far you are, desolate and boring. I am drifting away, and there is no book. Where can I ask?

In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and all the leaves are hate. Therefore, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream will not be ignited and burned.

A butterfly in love with flowers

The yard is full of smoke, and the curtain is not heavy. Jade carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

It rains and winds in March and closes at dusk, so I don't plan to stay in spring. Tears asked the flowers to be speechless, and red flew over the swing.

Tasha shop

Waiting for the plum blossoms in the pavilion, the willows on the stream bridge are thin, and the grass is warm and swaying. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water.

My heart softened and my eyes were full of tears, and the height of the building was not close to the dangerous fence.

Langtaosha

Drink to the east wind, calm together, and fall to the east of Luocheng, always at that time, hand in hand, travel all over the Champs.

Get together and leave in a hurry, endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Where has he gone like a cloud these days? If you forget to come back, it will be the end of spring.

Tears leaned against the floor and talked alone frequently. When Shuang Yan comes, will we meet on strangers? Arouse catkin-like spring sorrow, nowhere to be found in Yiyi's dream.

Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth

Before opening the bottle, I was going to say the date of my return, but I didn't say that spring would make me swallow it first. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance.

Leave the song, don't renovate it. A song can teach the intestines to tie knots. It's easy to say goodbye until you see all the flowers in Luoyang.

journey

A person's spring is clear for You Lan. Wan Li away, February and March, sad.

I sang on the nail-unloading pond beside Jiangyan, leaving my soul behind, just like the rainy night and dusk, and I remember Wang Sun more particularly.

Linjiangxian

Outside the pool, the light thunder pool drips, the rain falls on the lotus, and the west corner of the small building is broken and bright, dry and reclining, waiting for the moonlight to grow.

Swallows came to peek at the painting building, the jade hook hung the curtain, the cold waves did not move, the reeds were flat, the water was fine, and there were fallen flowers on the shore.

A butterfly in love with flowers

The wind shakes the willow, the smoke is deep, and the snow is flying.

Pingshan on the pillow, surrounded by blue waves, shaded by green lights, facing the night sky. Embroider when you are lonely, and the moonlight shines on pears.