Are there any poems similar to this sentence?

Guanju <>

Guanjujujiu, 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 have longed 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 plays the piano and plays the sesame as a friend. There are different kinds of watercress, with leaves on both sides. The fair lady is played with bells and drums.

Zi Jin <>

The green Zi Jin is so leisurely in my heart. Even if I don't go, will Zi Ning have no heir?

The green purple embroidery makes me think about it for a long time. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come?

It is in the city gate. Not seeing him for one day is like missing him for three months.

Jingnu <>

Jingnu and her concubines are waiting for me in the corner of the city. Love but not see, scratch one's head and hesitate.

The quiet girl is promiscuous, which makes me troublesome. 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.

Jianjia <>

Jianjia is green, and the white dew is like frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side.

If you follow it for migratory steps, the road is long and blocked; if you follow it for migratory steps, you will find it in the middle of the water.

Mountain Ghost <>

If someone comes to the mountain, and is taken by Xue Lixi, he will bring you a girl; Slim and graceful;

Riding on a red leopard, we follow the raccoon dog, and the Xinyi chariot comes with the laurel flag; we are carried by the stone orchid, carrying Du Heng, and the fragrant flowers are folded, leaving behind our thoughts;

The rest of the place is quiet and peaceful. The sky is no longer visible, the road is dangerous and difficult, and I am alone behind; I am independent on the mountain,

The clouds are beautiful and below; the sky is dark, the Qiang is dark, the east wind is drifting, and the rain of gods is floating; the spirit left behind is dull. I forget to return,

I am so old, who is the most beautiful one? I gather three beauties in the mountains, and the rocks are covered with vines and vines; I blame the young master and forget to return,

You can’t think of me. Leisure; people in the mountains are fragrant, drinking from stone springs and shaded by pines and cypresses; you are thinking of me and are suspicious;

Thunder fills the rain, and the pits chirp at night; the wind rustles and the trees rustle, I miss you, but I am worried about you.

Feng Qiuhuang·Qin Ge Anonymous

There is a beauty here, I will never forget it when I see it. Not seeing you for a day makes me miss you like crazy.

The phoenix flies and soars, and the phoenix is ??sought from all over the world. Unfortunately, the beauty is not on the east wall.

Put the qin in front of you and express your heartfelt conversations. When will I see Xu Xi, I will comfort my hesitation.

I would like to be worthy of my words and work hand in hand. If I can't fly, I will perish.

Thinking about Han Yuefu

Thinking about it is in Hainan. Why ask Yijun? A double-beaded tortoiseshell hairpin, dazzled with jade. I heard that you had other intentions,

pulled, destroyed and burned them. Destroy and burn it, and the wind will blow up its ashes. From now on, don’t miss me again. I miss you so much!

Brothers and sisters-in-law should know when chickens crow and dogs bark. The concubine is shouting! The autumn wind solemnizes the morning breeze, and the east knows it in a moment.

Shangxie Han Yuefu

Shangxie! I want to know you and live a long life.

The mountains have no mausoleums, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you!

Walking again and again <>

Walking again and again, I will be separated from you. They are more than ten thousand miles apart, and each is at the end of the world. The road is long and blocked, but we know the meeting will be safe.

Huma follows the north wind and crosses the southern branch of the bird's nest. The day is far away from each other, and the clothes are worn slowly. Floating clouds cover the day, and the wanderer does not care to return.

Thinking of you makes you grow old, and the years are suddenly too late. Don’t give up and don’t return to the road, but work hard to get more meals.

Wading the river to pick hibiscus <>

Wading the river to pick hibiscus, there are many fragrant grasses in the orchids. Who do you want to leave behind? Thoughts are far away.

I still look back at my old hometown, the long road is long and vast. We are of the same mind but separated, and we end up in sorrow!

Acacia Wang Wei

Red beans grow in the South. How many branches will grow when spring comes? I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.

Looking at the moon and Huaiyuan Zhang Jiuling

The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world *** At this time, lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night.

The candle is extinguished and the pity light is full, I feel the dew in my clothes. I can't bear to give it away with my hands, but I still have a good time to sleep in dreams.

Autumn Wind Poems by Li Bai

The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost and startle again. We know the day when we meet each other, but I am embarrassed at this time and night;

Enter my lovesickness door, knowing that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless love,

Morning Knowing that this is such a stumbling block to people's hearts, why didn't we know each other before.

Bamboo Branch Ci Liu Yuxi

The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I can hear the singing on Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.

Bamboo Branch Poems by Liu Yuxi

The mountains are covered with peach and red flowers, and the spring water of Shujiang River beats the mountain flow. The bonus fades easily like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like Nong's sorrow.

Yanzi Tower Zhang Zhongsu

The remaining lamp upstairs is accompanied by the dawn frost, and the person sleeping alone gets up on the acacia bed.

How many lovesickness does one night stand have? The ends of the earth are not long.

The Jinse by Li Shangyin

The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past. Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies at dawn,

Looking at the emperor's spring heart, he cares for the cuckoo.

The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian creates smoke. This feeling can be recalled, but it was already at a loss. Untitled Li Shangyin

The moon is slanting on the building It's five o'clock in the morning. The dream is far away and it's hard to call out, and the book has been rushed into ink.

The wax shines on half the cage of golden jade, and the musk is slightly embroidered with hibiscus. Liu Lang already hates Pengshan for being far away. Ten thousand layers are separated by Peng Mountain.

Untitled Li Shangyin

The heavy curtains are deep in Mochou Hall, and the night after lying down is slender. The life of a goddess was just a dream, and the life of my sister-in-law was originally a dream.

Feng Bo doesn’t believe that Ling Zhi is weak. Who teaches the moon dew that osmanthus leaves are fragrant? It is clear that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness.

Untitled Li Shangyin

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and all the flowers are withered. The spring silkworms will die when the silkworms are dead, and the wax torch will turn to ashes before the tears dry.

Looking in the morning mirror but worried about the change of clouds on the temples, I should feel the cold moonlight when singing at night. There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the bluebirds are diligent to look around.

Untitled Li Shangyin

Last night the stars and the wind were To the west of the painting building is the Guitang to the east. There are no colorful phoenixes flying on the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.

Gouchun wine is given to every other seat to warm it, and the wax lamps are covered with red lamps. Sighing, I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's request. I walked around Malantai and turned around.

Wandering Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn by Li Shangyin

Spring hates me when the lotus leaves are growing, and autumn hates me when the lotus leaves wither. I know that my love will always be there, and I look forward to the sound of the water at the head of the river.

The night rain sent to Li Shangyin in the north

You asked about the return date, but the night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. Why should I cut the candle from the west window,

But say nothing When it rains at night in Bashan.

Thinking of Yuan Zhen

Once upon a time, it was difficult to make water come from the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. I looked back lazily at the flowers, half of them were cultivators and half of them were kings.

Inscribed on Cui Hu, Nanzhuang, Capital City

On this day last year, in this gate, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.

Farewell to Du Mu

Sentimental but always seeming ruthless, I can’t laugh in front of the bottle. The candle has a heart to say goodbye, and weeps for others until dawn.

Send someone Zhang Bi

Farewell Mengyi to Xie's house, the small corridor turns to the winding lantern. There is only the sentimental moon in the spring garden, which shines upon the fallen flowers for those who have left.

Letter of Love by Li Yi

The precious silk with water patterns makes me think about it for a long time. From then on, I had no intention of loving the good night and let him go down to the west tower under the bright moon.

Gift to the maid Cui Jiao

The princes, princes and grandsons are chasing after others, and the green beads are dripping with tears. As soon as Hou Men entered, it was as deep as the sea, and Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.

Sent to Li Yi Yuan Yu Xuanji

I am ashamed of the sun and cover my sleeves, and I am too lazy to put on my makeup in spring. It is easy to find priceless treasures, but it is rare to find a lover.

There are tears on the pillow, and the hearts are broken among the flowers. Why should I hate Wang Chang when I can get a glimpse of Song Yu?

Jiangling is worried about the mystery of sending fish

Thousands of maple leaves turn into thousands of branches, and the river bridge masks the late evening sail. Remembering you, my heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.

Sauvignon Blanc Bai Juyi

Bian water flow, Si water flow, flowing to the ancient ferry of Guazhou, Wushan is a little sad.

I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, I hate it until I return home, and I lean on the building when the moon is bright.

Dream of Jiangnan Wen Tingyun

After washing up, I leaned alone on Wangjiang Tower. All the thousands of sails that have passed are not the same, the slanting light and the flowing water are long, and the heart is broken by Bai Pingzhou!

Sauvignon Blanc Lin Bu

Wu Shan Qing, Yue Shan Qing. The green mountains on both sides of the Taiwan Strait greet each other. Who knows the love of parting?

The king is filled with tears, and the concubine is filled with tears. The knot of Luo and Dai has not been completed. The tide at the head of the river has subsided.

Happy Meeting Li Yu

Speechless, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.

Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart.

Crying in the Night by Li Yu

The forest flowers have withered the spring red, it is too hasty, but the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.

The tears of rouge will make you drunk, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows and hates water.

Visiting Kinmen Feng Yansi

The wind picked up and blew a pool of spring water. In the path where the mandarin ducks are fragrant, I stroke the red apricot pistils with my hands.

The fighting duck leans alone on the railing, and the jasper scratches its head and falls sideways. I look forward to seeing you all day long, and I raise my head to hear the magpies rejoice.

Yulou Chun Ouyang Xiu

In front of the bottle, he planned to tell the date of return. Before saying anything, Chun Rong swallowed it. There is love and infatuation in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

Don’t renovate Li Ge, a song can teach you how to be tight. You have to see all the flowers in Luocheng before you can say goodbye to the spring breeze.

Sima Guang on the Xijiang River

The bun is loosely tied, and the plum blossoms are lightly made up. The red and green emeralds The mist is light, and the flying catkins are uncertain.

We meet each other as if we have not seen each other, and we are affectionate but seem to be heartless. After the music and songs are over, we wake up slightly. In the deep courtyard, the moon is leaning and people are quiet.

Magpie Bridge Immortal Qin Temple

Slender clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver and Han are far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.

Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they be together day and night?

Poppies Qin Guan

The green peaches planted in the sky and dew are not ordinary flowers. The water is scattered deep in the chaotic mountains. For whom does a jade-like branch bloom?

What’s the limit to the light cold and drizzle? It’s hard to control spring if it’s not there, so why not indulge in it for you? I'm just afraid that when I wake up, I'll break my heart!

Yulinling Liu Yong

The chilling cicada is sad. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia.

Looking at each other with tears in their hands, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.

Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times. Even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival. Where will I wake up from my drunkenness tonight? On the bank of willows, with the dawn wind and the waning moon.

The passage of time should be a time of good times and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?

Feng Qiwu Liu Yong

Standing against the dangerous building, the wind blows softly. Looking forward to the extremely sad spring, the sky is gloomy. The grass is dimly illuminated by smoke. Who would be speechless?

I plan to get drunk on the madness. Singing to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt gradually becomes wider and I will never regret it. It makes people feel haggard because of Yixiao.

Recalling the Emperor’s Capital Liu Yong

The weather with thin quilt and small pillow. The feeling of separation. After a few colder nights, I still fall asleep again after I wake up.

After all, without sleep, a night is as long as a year. I also planned to wait, but returned to collect the bridle. They fought for Nai again, and the plan has been made.

Thousands of thoughts, many solutions, only lonely and tired. Dedicated to my whole life, I will bear your thousands of tears. < /p>

Last night the westerly wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world. If I wanted to send a colorful note, there is no ruler. The mountains are long and the rivers are far away.

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The colorful sleeves held the jade bell diligently, but in those days, the beauty was drunk. Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan.

After seeing each other again, we met again and again, and shared our dreams with you several times. I only have a few silver photos left tonight, as if I was afraid that the meeting would be a dream.

Jie Lianhuan Zhou Bangyan

There is no basis for resentment. The sighing lover is cut off, and the message is far away. Believe in the magic hand and be able to untie the chain, like the wind scattering and rain gathering, the mist is light and the clouds are thin. The Swallow Tower is empty, covered in dark dust and a bed of strings. If you want to move the roots and change the leaves, it's just the old days, planting red medicine by hand.

Du Ruo gradually grew up in Tingzhou. The material boat bends along the shore, and the people are at the corner of the sky. I remember the music of that day and the idle talk will be burned away. When spring comes back in Shuiyi, I hope to send you my plum calyx in the south of the Yangtze River. Fighting for this life, drinking flowers and drinking wine, shedding tears for her.

The Sapphire Case He Zhu

Lingbo cannot reach Hengtang Road. But I watched Fang Chen go. Who will spend the golden years? Yueqiao Garden, with small windows and red doors. Only Chun knows the place.

The flying clouds come slowly into the dusk. New inscriptions with colored pens on heartbreaking sentences. If you ask about leisure time, how much is it? Yichuan Tobacco fills the city. Plum yellow Shiyu.

The Sapphire Case Yuan Xi Xin Qiji

The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and even the stars fall like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.

Moths are covered with golden strands of snow and willow, and laughter is filled with hidden fragrance. People searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place.

Yujiaao Chen Xishan

The front gate of Jiuling Peak leans alone. The frown hurts and the heart breaks. The beauty in pink is sad and farewell. What's the point of love?

Mountain climbing and facing water every year. Always remember that we came together and now we are alone. The lone boat floats in the lake light at night. The fading grass and the setting sun are infinitely meaningful.

Who will send it? The water of West Lake is the tears of lovesickness.

Jiang Chengzi Qin Guan

The willows in Xicheng make spring soft. Move away from worry. The tears are hard to hold back. I still remember how sentimental I was and how I once returned to the boat. What happened that day at Biye Zhuqiao?

No one was seen and the water flowed empty.

Time is not reserved for young people. Hate Yoyo. When will you rest? When the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, I climb up the stairs. Even the spring river is full of tears.

There is no end to the flow, and there are many sorrows.

A Cluster of Flowers by Zhang Xian

When did Gao Huaiyuan become poor? Nothing is as strong as love. The sorrow of separation is causing thousands of threads to be in chaos, and the wind and rain are flying in the east road.

The horses are getting farther and farther away, and the dust is constantly collecting. Where can I find the trace of Lang?

The water in Shuangyuan Pond is soluble. The north and south are connected by Xiaoradi. After dusk in the Ladder Heng Hua Pavilion, it was still the slanting moonlight curtain.

Thinking about it deeply is not as good as peaches and apricots, but it is better to marry the east wind.

Qianqiu Sui Zhang Xian

Sing the 鶗鴴 several times. Report to Fangfei again. Xichun even broke off the remaining red. The rain is light, the wind is stormy, and the plums are green. Yongfeng Willow,

There is no one and the sun is flying with flowers and snow.

Don’t pluck the unitary string. The resentment Ji Xian can say. As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.

The night has passed, and the moon is still shining brightly in the east window.

Magnolia Zhang Xian

There is only a dream of meeting each other after separation, the dust of horse hooves has moved outside the door.

The song of resentment is left to be listened to when drunk, and it is too far away to send it across the sky. .

Tonight the wind and moon know who is sleeping, the sound of the phoenix on the pipa trough is swallowed.

Nothing in life can be more sentimental, and the river is not deep and the mountain is not heavy.

Shengcha Zi Ouyang Xiu

On Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were like daylight. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk.

On the Lantern Festival this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I can't see anyone from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are filled with tears.

Bu Shuzi Li Zhiyi

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you,

*** drink the water of the Yangtze River. When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end?

I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love for you.

Revealing one’s true feelings, Gu Hong

Where do people go in the eternal night? When the sound comes, the fragrant pavilion covers it. The eyebrows are furrowed, the moon is about to sink, how can we bear to find each other?

Resent to the lonely quilt. Exchange my heart for yours, and we will know and remember each other deeply.

Maipitang Yuan Hao asked

What is love in the world? Direct teaching promises life and death. Traveling from all over the world, Lao Chi'er has experienced several cold and heat waves.

Happiness is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more idiotic children. You should say something, the clouds are thousands of miles away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains,

Who is the shadow going to?

Hengfen Road, when lonely, the drums were beating. The desolate smoke is still plain and clear. How come the souls are summoned, and the mountain ghosts cry secretly in the wind and rain.

The sky is also jealous, and if you don’t believe it, the birds and swallows will all turn into dust. For thousands of years, in order to entertain the poets, they sang and drank wildly.

I visited Yanqiu.

Shengcha Ziniu Xiji

The spring mountain smoke is about to close, the sky is pale and the stars are few and far between, the waning moon is bright, don’t cry at the dawn.

Too many words , the love is not over yet, I still look back and say: I remember the green skirt, with fragrant grass everywhere.

Su Dongpo of Jiangchengzi

Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely grave,

There is no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream, and I was dressing up outside the small window. We looked at each other without words,

There were only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.

Drunken Flower Yin Li Qingzhao

The mist is thick and the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

A Cut of Plum Blossoms by Li Qingzhao

The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.

The flowers float and the water flows, a kind of lovesickness and two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.

Ye Mengde, Poppy

The fallen flowers have already danced in front of the wind, and another rain of yellow flowers has come. At dawn, the courtyard is half red, with only a thin thread of hair in the clear sky. Hand in hand with the diligent flowers, we can drink more wine from the cup. Beauty doesn't need to frown, I'm also passionate, but I can't help but drink late!

Yulou Chun Yan Shu

The Changting Road with green poplars and fragrant grass is easy to get to when you are young. The lingering dream at the top of the building is five o'clock in the morning, and the March rain is leaving love at the bottom of the flower.

Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands. When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love.

Wang Jian's Stone Wang Jian

The place where I look at my husband is a long river; it turns into stone and does not look back. On the top of the mountain, it is windy and rainy every day, and the stone responds to the words of travelers returning.

Jiu Jue wrote Hu Chu for Ya Qing

When you go to Dongshan to ride on the chaotic clouds, why don’t you take the red dress in the car behind you? The clothes are full of spring tears, and I can only hold them in silence to send you off.

You live by the river and build a painting building, and I live on the promontory to watch the tide. In the tide, there are tears of lovesickness among my concubines, and they won’t even flow until they are in front of the building.

I would like to draw a bow for the clouds, and you will see the return voyage in ten days. I am afraid that you will look back at the high city, leaning against the river tower to watch the sunset.

Die Lian Hua Nalan Xingde

Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky, it is like a ring overnight, and becomes a jue every night.

If the moon is always bright and clear, I will not hesitate to keep the ice and snow warm for you.

No matter how easy it is to cut off this fate, the swallow remains the same, softly stepping on the curtain hook.

After singing, the sorrow of the autumn grave has not stopped, and the spring bush recognizes the two-dwelling butterfly.

The highest building, Cheng Gai

I am worried about the old days, and my eyebrows are embarrassed when I talk about it. Always remember and travel with your shoulders. The skirts and stockings are on the peach blossom bank, and the thin shirt is gently fanning the apricot blossom tower. Travel several times, get drunk several times, stay several times.

Unexpectedly, the spring breeze has broken. Who would have expected that the morning clouds would also fly away. It is easy to grow old, but it is difficult to repay hatred. Bees don't understand people's suffering, swallows don't understand people's sorrows. Old feelings will never disappear, when will they end?