Who can give some romantic poems?

The stars last night and the wind last night are in the west of the studio and the east of the cinnamon room. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.

Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, it has been longer. The east wind has started, flowers have withered, 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! .

There are many curtains in your carefree house, where ecstasy will last all night. The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here.

Storms make nut horns ecstasy, and the moon dew sweetens cinnamon leaves? Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.

You said you would come, but you didn't. You didn't leave me any other traces, except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock. I cried for you and left forever. I still can't wake up. I tried to read your hasty notes and found that the ink was too pale.

Blue candle burns its kingfisher feather lamp, and musk embroiders hibiscus slightly. But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.