Poems about writing letters to lovers

1. Love poems about letters

Falling in love with you at first sight is the most beautiful encounter in my life.

My promise to you is the most eternal scenery in my plain years. I have always wanted to say that no matter where I go, what I want most is to be by your side.

May we love each other until the end of time. I believe we can wait for the black hair to turn gray together.

When you are here, when I am here, everything will be like nothing. There is not too much gorgeousness, just the sentence "I like you" can make each other care about each other.

Dear, you know, even if I am bruised and bruised, I still have the strength to love you. Some people you only look at once, but it affects their whole life.

Life is like making dumplings. No matter what the fillings are, I will wrap you tightly in my heart. No matter how the boiling water of life boils, my love for you can never be erased! Love is hurt, how many people have suffered, how many memories have been destroyed; love is sad, how many people have been cold, how many thoughts have been lost, even though moths fly to the flames, they still have no hesitation, only looking at love, hurting others and hurting themselves, but it is It cannot be cut off in a lifetime, so many lovesicknesses have been shed, so many infatuated tears have been shed, so many cups of turbid wine have been drunk, so many worldly loves have been tasted! If you are my lotus, then let me stay in love with you forever! "My eyes are raining for her, but my heart is holding an umbrella for her. This is love." At least once in your life, you forget yourself for someone.

I really like you. Please believe me.

Let the tide of love come closer to us little by little. No matter the wind or waves, I will stay by your side to shield you from the wind and rain. If I want to love someone, I want to abandon everything and just want to be with her.

Love has no reason, it is due to the throbbing in the heart; love, there is no excuse, due to looking back a thousand times. Even if the world disappears, my love for you will still be there.

Wear that oath gently on your finger, and the two of you will live forever from now on. One growth only leads to one loss, only the old days bring us happiness.

Love is very simple: one you, wholeheartedly. The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old together with you.

Open your hands dearly and let love stay at this moment. There is a calm love, and I will accompany you to watch the fleeting scenery.

Although you are not the best, you are the only one I love deeply. I am willing to spend thousands of reincarnations in exchange for your eternity and eternity.

You are forever, no matter how long, no matter how far away, I will love you forever. The vow of love will always be with you and me.

Just because I glanced at you one more time in the crowd, I can never forget your face again.

I keep you in my heart, close my palms, and silently pray to God to guide me in the direction. I don’t ask for eternity, just to be by your side. Missing you is something I don’t have to think about every day. No matter how much time washes away, you have already stayed in my heart.

Although there are many flowers, there is no duplicate one. I hope you are destined for me in all my lifetimes. There are many people who like you, including me, but there are very few people I love, only you! No matter how the years change, my love for you never changes! Just for one person, throughout my life, to the end of the world, I only wish you peace! As long as I'm with you, there's nothing you don't want to do. Let me protect you forever for the rest of my life! We are all unique, any fate brings us together, and love keeps us together for a lifetime! On that day, you were the end of the world and I was the corner of the sea, looking at each other. In that life, you were the bright moon and I was the clear spring. I spent three lives with beautiful hair and cared for you all my life. I loved you every day, loved you every moment, and missed you every moment. I miss you every moment, and may God bless us in this life! I didn't have time to participate in your past, but I will accompany you in your future! I am waiting for you in spring, a promise made by mountains and rivers over time. If you look up and see the clouds floating on the sky, it will be the most beautiful encounter in our lives. We are fighting for who will dominate the world. Now I have my sword pointing to the end of the world, but I just want to play the piano for you. No worries from now on! In that life, by the West Lake, you played the strings for your beloved, and she danced gracefully for you. I couldn't play the love of my past life, and danced endlessly for a lifetime. The blue butterfly was drunk among the flowers, holding my hand to the end of the world.

Waiting for the flowers to bloom and wither, my love for you has never changed! A lifetime of love, only for the beautiful woman! Do you know that you are the person I love most? It is not impossible to go through fire and water for you. I have never loved so deeply. I feel like the luckiest person to have met you! Among millions of people, you and I met for the first time in that golden year and that season of flowers blooming; on that day when the sun was shining brightly and the bridge was flowing with water, you and I knew each other; in that summer breeze was gentle and we were admiring the stars side by side, we fell in love with each other. . I would rather spend this life waiting for you to discover that I have always been by your side and never been far away.

Love is not that profound. Being able to depend on each other is the greatest happiness. Because of you, I believe in true love, and because of you, I believe in eternity.

I want to tell you loudly that you are always in my world. We all said that no matter what happens in the future, we must do well. Don't forget the promise we made naively! When I miss you, you are in the sky, when I miss you, you are in front of me, when I miss you, you are in my mind, and when I miss you, you are in my heart.

Just once in a lifetime, fall in love with the purpose of getting married, and then stay together like that. In the passing years, the years are good. Just once in a lifetime, fall in love with the purpose of getting married. Gotta fall in love! Believe in it one last time and keep walking until you grow old. For me, nothing can be greater than you.

Love is the beating of your heart when you meet for the first time, but you still miss it thousands of times. Your place has to be the end of the world that I miss.

I will use my sincerity to accompany you and protect you for the rest of my life. Falling in love with you at first sight is the most beautiful encounter in my life.

My promise to you is the most eternal scenery in my plain years. The only miserliness in this life is that you are mine.

Thinking that you are with me in my future, I am not afraid of anything else. With you by my side in 2017, I believe we will not be afraid of wind and rain. 2. Poems about sending letters to miss your lover

1. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it at all. - Liu Yong's "Feng Qiwu"

2 The relationship between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs·Beifeng·Drumming"

3 If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? - Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal"

4 When will we know when we will meet each other after we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night. - Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"

5 If there is a beautiful woman, you will never forget it when you see her. If you don't see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy. -Anonymous "Feng Qiu Huang·Qin Song"

6 This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends. . - Zheng Chouyu's "Fu Farewell"

7. Entering my lovesickness door, you know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness makes you remember each other, but short lovesickness makes you infinite. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"

8 Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. - Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Li Si"

9 The king is like dust on the road, and the concubine is like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet in harmony? -Cao Zhi's "The Moon Ascends a High Building"

10 The last two farewells are desolate, and the most indescribable one is the bright moon. - Nalan Xingde's "Poem Poppy" 3. Poems about writing letters

When the flowers fall Nalan Rongruo

Who calls down the stairs at sunset, holding a handful of catkins. I turned around and smiled, standing in front of the steps. I was speechless and reluctant.

There is no proof in the letter, so don’t talk about lovesickness. I advise Yi Hao to get drunk by the red window, but she will be out of reach when the flowers fall.

Poppy Nalan

The ground is full of traces of sorrow, no one can save it, and the shadows on the wet rim are dew. The small steps on the idle steps are more desolate. There is still the old moonlight in Xiaoxiang.

To be sentimental is to be passionate and tiring, and to be broken by twists and turns. The words on the red paper are blurred against the wall, and I recall that the hand in front of the lamp is the book of Yi.

It makes the blue bird carry the book in its mouth, and hates to be alone and hurts the separation. Li Bai

The bluebird comes from the west and flies to the east. I would like to send a letter to thank Magu. Li Bai

The blue bird does not convey the message from the clouds, and the lilacs are empty and full of sorrow in the rain. Li Jing

There is no word from the swan geese on the sand, and there are partridges calling from time to time among the bamboos. Li Jing

The wild geese head to the northwest, reporting to the end of the world for their books. Li Bai

How can I send a book without a swan goose? How can I return with a broken heart? Xiang Ziyi

Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower. Li Qingzhao

From then on, I stopped sending brocade books, and there was no proof of the clouds and rain in the painting building. Yan Jidao

Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Lu You

Who can send this sentiment and vertical incense note? Liu Yong

Don't come here to complain, just send a fragrant note to ask if you will be happy. Ouyang Xiu

The fragrant note is sent with small characters. A slender waist is not to learn from Chu, but a wide waist is to miss the king. Chao Buzhi

If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, you will know where the mountains are and the rivers are wide. Yan Shu

The white brocade scales of Pisces in Hankou make the ruler repay the lover. Li Bai

Suddenly he came back to Yan in spring from the river, and he got the Yunzhong ruler plain calligraphy in his title. Li Bai 4. Ancient poems about conveying love through letters

Ancient poems about conveying love through letters are as follows:

"Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Grottoes" Anonymous Han Dynasty

Qing Qing The grass by the river is long and long for the distant road.

The far journey is inconceivable, I only dreamed about it in the past.

I dreamed of being next to me, but suddenly I felt that I was in a foreign country.

We were in different places and counties, and we never saw each other again and again.

The dry mulberry trees know the wind, and the sea water knows the cold weather.

Everyone is charming when they start, but no one is willing to talk to each other.

The guest came from afar and left me a pair of carps.

Hu'er cooks carp, and there is a ruler in it.

Kneeling for a long time to read a plain book, what is it like in the book?

The upper part is about adding meals, the lower part is about long memories.

"Better Fish Make Friends" Li Ye of the Tang Dynasty

The rulers are like residual snow, and they form a pair of carps.

If you want to know what is in your heart, read the book in your belly.

"Spring Hope" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.

I shed tears when I am grateful for the flowers, and I am frightened when I hate others.

The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.

The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming.

"Autumn Thoughts" by Zhang Ji, Tang Dynasty

Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang city, I wanted to write a book with great meaning.

I’m afraid that I can’t finish the story in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again.

"Twenty-eight Letters from Home" by Han Xie of the Tang Dynasty

The scenery in the Four Seasons is always sad, and the hair on the temples is rusty and the tears are flowing.

This book arrived in my heart before it reached my heart, and I wanted to be on the shore of Gucheng.

"The Letter to the Family from the Capital" by Yuan Kai, Ming Dynasty

The river is three thousand miles away, and the letter to the family contains fifteen lines.

There is no other word when traveling, just saying to return home early

"De family letter" by Du Fu, Tang Dynasty

I went with the letter sent by tourists, and came with a letter from home.

I learned the news today that I am in a foreign country and my old home.

Fortunately, Xiong'er was fine, and Jizi felt pity for him the most.

Lin Lao Ji is solitary, and when he is injured, he gathers and becomes sparse.

Ermao went to the tent hall and ordered to serve Luan Yu.

The Beiqiao is full of demons, and the western suburbs are full of white dew.

The cool breeze blows over the wild geese, and the autumn rain is about to give birth to fish.

Farming is done in the empty mountains, and the words of family members end up being hoeed.

"Gift of Hunting and Riding" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

The two fallen eagles still have fresh blood, and they run away with whips and turn over again.

Please don’t shoot the geese coming from the south, for fear that you may send letters from home to people far away.

"The Proud Fisherman" by Lu You, Song Dynasty

Looking eastward, where is Shanyin? Thirteen thousand miles back and forth.

The letters home are full of paper!

shed tears, the book will be returned next year.

A message to the red bridge under the water, when will the boat find its brothers?

What an old man who has traveled all over the world!

I am worried and sleepless, and there are a few wisps of tea smoke on my temples.

"Letter from the Family in Jiangting, Duanzhou" by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty

In the rain, magpies chatter in the river trees, and in the wind, spider silk flows in the water.

What a joy it is to open a distant letter, several letters from experts are worth a thousand pieces of gold.

"Butterflies Love Flowers" Song Dynasty Zhao Lingjue

The ruler is heavily decorated with brocade characters.

Before the end of the secluded boudoir, there are things on my mind after farewell.

Peiyu, silk and bamboo utensils.

I hope you will understand the meaning at first sight.

Thousands of jade rings and oblong silk.

The colorful spots on the bamboo are always filled with tears of lovesickness.

Things meet and people leave forever.

The heart is racing and the soul is thousands of miles away.

"Butterflies in Love with Flowers" by Yan Jidao of the Song Dynasty

I dreamed of entering the Yanshui Road in the south of the Yangtze River. I traveled all the way to the south of the Yangtze River without meeting anyone else.

There is nothing to say when I sleep, and I feel melancholy when I wake up. I want to exhaust all these love letters, but they will float and sink, and there will be no evidence in the end.

But relying on the slow string song to say goodbye, the broken heart moves the Qin Zheng pillar. 5. What are the poems about "writing letters"

1. The autumn letter of Shu Shu is broken, and the black water swallows the waves. "Six Poems of Sensation and Satire" - Tang Dynasty: Li He

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2. Mo Xin Heng Xiang's book is not available, and geese pass Badong every autumn. "Sending Secretary Li Ao to Hunan" - Tang Dynasty: Lang Shiyuan

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3. Don't send letters and arrows to Shouyang. Mask the fragrance. "Dian Jiang Lips (Inscribed on Plum Blossoms in the Snow)" - Song Dynasty: Baoyue

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4. The letter must be written in advance. "Xihe·He Wang Qianzhai Yun" - Song Dynasty: Cao Bin

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5. The two letters of the tide are not enough, and the eyes of the peaks and ridges are bright. "Send to Secretary Yang" - Tang Dynasty: Luo Yin

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6. A letter from Dongjun on the small plum branch. "Poem Poppy: A Letter to the Lord on the Little Plum Branch" - Song Dynasty: Yan Jidao

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1. Waiting for lovers at dusk

< p> Fishing in Green Bay in spring, apricot blossoms bloom in deep spring.

The pond is clear but the water is shallow, and the fish scatter when the lotus moves.

Waiting for my lover at dusk, the boat is green and the poplar banks are green.

From: "Diaoyu Bay" Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Chu Guangxi

2. Take a look at the thin lover

The real pearls fall from the jade fibers, and the flow is dark and wet The lead is thin.

Spring dew □ morning beauty, autumn waves soaked in sunset.

The wind flows out of the heart.

Looking at a thin lover, Luo Yi has no trace of it.

From: "Bodhisattva Man" Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wen Tingyun

3. Lovers resent the distant night

There is a bright moon on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night.

When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.

I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night’s sleep.

From: "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Jiuling

4. Lovers don’t know

Long love, long love,

If you ask about the end of lovesickness.

Unless we meet each other.

Longing for lovesickness, longing for lovesickness,

Who do you want to say that lovesickness looks like.

A shallow lover doesn’t know.

From: "Long Love" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao

5. Lovers don’t know what they want

When we meet, we miss each other hard,

Do you believe in love and love?

I am still afraid of lovesickness, and shallow lovers don’t know.

Recalling the time when we held hands together, the moon was full on the road in front of the window.

When the moon comes, I still have no sleep and am still waiting for it.

From: "Bodhisattva Barbarian" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao

6. The lover is cut off

There is no basis for resentment. The sighing lover is cut off, and the message is far away.

Even if the skillful hand can untie the chain, it is like wind scattering and rain gathering, and the fog is light and the clouds are thin.

The swallow building is empty, and the dark dust is locked in a bed of strings. If you want to move roots and change leaves,

you have to plant red herbs by hand. Du Ruo gradually grew up in Tingzhou.

The material boat is leaning against the shore, and the people are at the corner of the sky. I remember the music of that day,

I will burn all the gossip. The water station returns in spring,

I wish you the plum calyx in the south of the Yangtze River.

Abandon this life, spend time with flowers and wine, and shed tears for her.

From: "Jie Lian Lian" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhou Bangyan

7. The lover disappears

A famous couple, remember when they came, taste and love each other As a couple.

Thirty-six people have not arrived yet, and there are countless people wearing wind clothes.

The green leaves are blowing cool, the jade face is selling wine, and the rain of wild rice is sprinkled.

It shakes beautifully, and the cold fragrance flies up to the poem.

At dusk, the pavilions are covered with green roofs. My lover is gone, struggling to endure the waves.

I'm just afraid that my dancing clothes will be cold and easy to fall off, and I'm worried about the west wind in Nanpu.

The tall willows are overcast, and the old fish is blowing the waves, leaving me to live among the flowers.

How many fields are there, and how many times we have to return home across the sand.

From: "Niannujiao" Era: Song Dynasty Author: Jiang Kui

8. Send your lover across the rivers and seas

Xie Bing Nanshan. I don't know the spring when I lie down.

Make the star enter the east well. The cloud is the old friend.

The wind blows the treasure. The moon reminds me of innocence.

Pingxuan stayed drunk. Rivers and seas send lovers.

From: "Happy Encounter with Ji Shiyu ● Zuo Wang You Gui Cui Si's Two Envoys" Era: Tang Author: Chen Zi'ang 7. Poems written by the ancients to their lovers

In "The Book of Songs" There are several articles written to girlfriends, such as:

1. "The Book of Songs·Zhou Nan·Guan Ju": Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of quarrels. There are various water plants flowing left and right. A graceful lady, I long for her. If you don't get what you want, you will sleep hard and think about it. Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning. There are different kinds of watercress, pick them from left to right. A graceful lady, she is a friend of the piano and the harp. There are different kinds of watercress, with leaves on both sides. The fair lady is played with bells and drums. (Translation: The buzzing doves accompany the water islands in the river. The beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse for a gentleman. The jagged water plants are fished from left to right. The beautiful and virtuous woman , I want to pursue her when I wake up and go to sleep. I pursue her but I can’t get her. I miss her so much day and night that it’s hard to sleep. Go pick it. The beautiful and virtuous woman plays the harp and harp to get close to her. The beautiful and virtuous woman plays the bell and drum to please her. >

2. "The Book of Songs·Beifeng·Jingnu": Jingnu and his concubine are waiting for me in the corner of the city. Love but not see, scratch one's head and hesitate. The quiet girl and her concubine make me happy. Tongguan Youwei, said that the girl is beautiful. Since shepherding and returning to grassland, it is beautiful and unique. The gangster girl is beautiful, and the beautiful woman is the beauty. (Miss Wen Jing is so beautiful. She asked me to wait by the corner of the city. Her sight is blocked, and she is scratching her head and feeling nervous. She is so pretty. She gave me a new red pen tube. The bright red pen tube has brilliance. I love her girl’s beauty. Gifts of catkins from far away in the countryside are indeed beautiful and rare. It is not that the catkins are beautiful, but the gifts are affectionate.)

3. "The Book of Songs·Zheng Feng·Out of the East Gate": Out of the Qi. At the east gate, there are women like clouds. Although it is like a cloud, I want to save it. Wearing silk clothes and scarves, we chat and have fun with each other. Out of the gate, there is a girl like a flower. Although it is in full swing, I still think about it. The silk clothes are like weeds, chatting and entertaining. (Walking around the east gate of the city, there are as many beauties as the clouds in the sky. Although they are as many as clouds, they are not the people I think about. But this person in plain clothes and green headscarf makes me fall in love with her. Walking through the east gate of the city, there are as many beauties as white as the white of the grass. Although as white as the white of the grass, , It is not what I have in mind. Only this plain dress and red scarf can entertain and love each other.)

4. "The Book of Songs·Qin Feng·Jian Jia": Jian Jia is green and white dew is like frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side. If you follow it back, the road will be long and blocked. Traveling back from it, Wan is in the middle of the water. The jianjia is desolate, and the white dew is still lingering. The so-called beauty is on the water. If you follow it back, the road will be blocked and you will be able to advance. If you go back and swim from it, you will feel like you are swimming in the water. The jianjia is collected, and the white dew has not stopped. The so-called beauty is in the river of water. Follow it back, but the road is blocked and to the right. If you go back and swim from it, you will be swimming in the water. (The reeds by the river are green, and the deep dew of autumn turns to frost. Where is the person you love? Just on the other side of the river. Go against the flow to find her, but the road is difficult and too long. Follow the river to find her, as if you are in the water. In the center, the reeds are thick and thick, and the dew has not yet dried up in the morning. Where is my beloved? I am looking for her on the other side of the river. The road is difficult to climb, and I feel like I am on the beach in the water. . The reeds along the river are thick and not all the dew has collected in the morning.

Where is the one you love? Just over there by the water. I went upstream to find her, but the road was difficult and difficult. Follow the water to find her, and you will seem to be on the islet in the water. ) 8. Poems written by the ancients to their lovers

1\What a graceful and graceful figure you are, unique in the world and showing off to others.

Show the beauty of the city, and be virtuous in the rumors. Wear jade to compare purity, and wear orchids to compete for fragrance.

He is gentle and gentle in the world, and his elegance and ambition are in the high clouds. Sad about the changing morning and evening, touching the long-term diligence of life; the same thing lasts for a hundred years, how to be sad when there are few joys! Sitting upright under a red curtain, enjoying the clear air and enjoying oneself.

Not only are the slender fingers beautiful, but the bright sleeves are colorful. The beautiful eyes are wandering, and the words and smiles are indistinguishable.

The tune is about halfway through, and the scene falls on the west pavilion. Sad businessmen knock in the forest, white clouds cover the mountains.

Looking up at the sky, bending down to play the strings. The deity is charming and the demeanor is detailed.

I am grateful for the voiceless sound, and I am willing to talk to each other. I want to go and make an oath by myself, but I am afraid that it will be a mistake to be disrespectful; I wait for the phoenix to say goodbye, but I am afraid that others will do it first.

The mind is confused and peaceful, and the soul has moved for a moment: I would like to wear clothes as a collar and inherit the lingering fragrance of the flower head; I am sad that the night is leaving, and I am resentful that the autumn night is still young! I wish I could use my clothes as a belt to tie up my slim body; I wish I could take away the strange smell of warmth and coolness, or get rid of the old and wear the new! May the hair be luxuriant, and the hair be brushed on the slumped shoulders; the sad beauty's repeated bathing, withered from the white water! May the eyebrows be darkened and spread freely as you look; I am sad that the makeup is still fresh, or it may be ruined by the beautiful makeup! I would like to have a feast in Wanguan, and my weak body will be at peace in the three autumns; I will be sad for Wenyin to replace the emperor, and I will see you again and again over the years! I wish I could walk on silk and be able to move around; my sad actions should be restrained, and I would abandon them in front of the bed in vain! May it be a shadow in the day, always moving west and east according to its shape; I am sad for the many shades of tall trees, and my emotions vary from time to time! I wish to be a candle at night, illuminating the jade face in the two couplets; the sad light of the hibiscus hides the brightness in the dying scene! I wish I could make a fan out of bamboo, holding my sorrow soaring in my soft hand; I would like to mourn the white dew in the morning, and look at my lapels and sleeves to remember the miao! I wish I could be a paulownia on the tree, and a musical harp on my lap; I would like to be saddened by extreme joy and sorrow, but finally push me away and stop playing! What you wish for will be violated, and it will only take pains to make a contract. Supporting labor and not complaining, Bu Rong and Yu Nanlin.

The dew of living magnolias, the remaining shade of green pine trees. There is a face to face in the suave journey, and there is joy and fear in the middle; but I am lonely and invisible, and I only want to find it in the sky.

Pulling back the light skirt to return to the road, looking at the sunset and sighing. Walking and leaning on it, one forgets the fun. The color is miserable and cold.

The leaves are gone, the air is desolate and cold, the sun sets its shadow and disappears, and the moon is beautiful in the clouds. The bird makes a mournful sound and returns alone, the beast even fails to return.

I mourn the twilight of that year, and hate the desire to die now. If you think about the night dream and follow it, your mind will be wandering and uneasy; if you lose the anchorage of the boat, it will be like being on a cliff without climbing.

At that time, the Pleiades were full of trees, and the north wind was miserable and bright (this work is next to Cihai, Tong). I couldn't sleep, and my thoughts were wandering. I took off my belt to serve the morning, and there was heavy frost on the plain steps.

The chicken folds its wings but does not crow, the flute flows far away with clear mourning; the beginning is wonderful and secret, it is leisurely and peaceful, and in the end it is bright and concealed. Mrs. Yi is here, and she is holding the clouds to send her to her. The clouds pass by without saying anything, and the moment is passing by.

Thinking hard and feeling sorry for yourself will eventually block the mountains and stagnate the rivers. Welcome the breeze with timidity and tiredness, and send your weak will to return to the waves.

Especially "Mancao" is the meeting, and the remaining songs of "Zhao Nan" are recited. Be honest and sincere, and let your distant feelings rest in the eight heavens.

[Translation] (Ah,) how graceful and graceful her grace is, and how unique and beautiful she is. Her beauty could be described as stunning, and her beauty was stunning, and the rumors of her virtues made people yearn for them.

Only the jingling jade pendant can compare with her purity, and only the noble orchid can compete with her fragrance. (So ??I) diluted my tenderness in the secular world, and placed my elegant emotions in the floating clouds.

Lamenting that (time flies by) the dawn has reached its twilight again, how can one not deeply feel the hardships of life; the same will end in a hundred years (when it passes), why is joy in life so rare and rare? The sadness is constant! (At that time) she lifted up the red curtain and sat in the middle, playing the guqin and enjoying it. Her slender fingers played the sweet music on the piano, and her white wrist danced up and down (which mesmerized my eyes). While looking forward, her beautiful eyes are filled with autumn waves, and sometimes she smiles and speaks without distracting her mind from playing music.

The music was halfway through, and the red sun was slowly setting toward the west wing. The slightly sad music of Shang Palace echoed in the forest for a long time, and white smoke curled up in the clouds around the mountains.

(She) sometimes looks up to the sky, sometimes lowers her head to urge the strings in her hands to make rapid music, her expression is so charming and charming, and her behavior is so peaceful and gentle. The clear and pure music she played moved my heart, and I longed to sit down and have a heart-to-heart conversation with her.

I want to go to her in person to form an alliance with her, but I am afraid that I will be reprimanded for being rude and impolite. I want Qianqingqingniao to deliver my message, but I am afraid that others will beat me to it.

I was so confused that my mind turned around so many times in that moment: I wish it could be turned into the collar of her blouse and bear the fragrance of her beautiful face, but it is a pity that the grosgrain cardigan will have to be taken off from her body in the evening. Go, (in the darkness of the long night) I only complain that the light of the autumn night has not yet turned white! I wish I could become the belt on her coat, tying up her slender waist. Alas, the weather is different between hot and cold, and (when it changes) I have to take off the old belt and put on new ones! May it turn into the oil on her hair and moisturize her jet-black hair cascading down around her shaved shoulders. The poor beauty has to suffer in boiling water every time she takes a bath! I wish I could be the makeup on her beautiful eyebrows, making her look more elegant and flamboyant as she looks from far and near. Sadly, makeup is only as good as a fresh application, and will be destroyed when the makeup is removed! I would like to be a mat on her bed, so that her fragile body can be at ease in the autumn season. Unfortunately (when the weather turns cold), the mat must be replaced with brocade, and it will not be used again until many years later! I wish I could make silk threads to become her bare shoes (on her feet), and follow her slender and beautiful feet everywhere. It's a pity that there is no limit to her progress, retreat, and movement, and she can only be abandoned in front of the bed (when she sleeps)! I wish I could be her shadow during the day, following her figure everywhere, so pitiful that I disappear under the big shady trees, and the situation is different for a moment! May she become a candlelight in the dark night, reflecting her jade face under the beams in front of the hall. It is a pity that the sun rises and the sky shines brightly, and the fire will be extinguished immediately and the candle will be extinguished to hide the light! I would like to turn it into a bamboo branch and make it into a fan in her hand, blowing out a slight cool breeze in her full grasp. But after the white dew, it is cold in the morning and evening (so there is no need for the fan), and I can only look at the beautiful woman's sleeves from a distance (exciting sigh) ! I wish I could be transformed into a paulownia tree and become a harp on her lap. But once the joy ends and sorrow arises, it will eventually push me aside and stop the overwhelming music! No matter how much I think about it, none of my wishes come true, and they are all wishful thinking and well-intentioned.

There was no one to talk to about my feelings trapped by love, so I walked slowly to the woods to the south. Rest for a while beside the dewy magnolias, and feel the cool shade under the shade of green pines.

If we were to look at each other here (with the person we love), how would surprise and fear intersect in our hearts? But the woods are lonely and empty, with nothing to be seen. I can only think about it alone and depressedly, searching for myself in vain. Go back to the original road and tidy up your clothes. 9. Please write a poem and letter from the wife to her husband

The one on the 12th floor is too much,

My poems

You are so affectionate to me< /p>

There are many feelings, as hot as fire

Take a piece of clay, twist it to make you, and shape me

Break the two of us together

Mix it with water

I pinch you again and shape me

I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud

Born in the same quilt with you , died in the same coffin.

The talented girl Guan Sheng’s <Wo Nong Ci>

not only wrote about the deep love between husband and wife

but also made Guan’s husband give up. The idea of ??marrying a concubine, haha

Here are two words from Zhang Ailing to you: "The years are quiet and peaceful, and this world is stable"