Beautiful Poems Expressing Homesickness (69 pieces)

First, it's better than coming, lean, cold and sad. -Wu Wenying's "Cold Window Magnolia"

Second, the dream of returning home is broken in the sunset. -Wu Wenying's Wu Fengqi Chen Jia Tanabata.

Third, the curtain opens and the guests are under the banquet. -Meng Haoran, "Going upstairs with Xue in Hangzhou"

Fourth, the book is as affectionate as ever, and the morning is gloomy and happy. -Yu Qian "Reading"

Verb (abbreviation of verb) Now, near my village, I dare not ask a question when I meet people. -Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River"

6. The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. -Wei Zhuang's "Night Thoughts on Terraced Terraces"

Go with Yun Fei several times and find the boat. -Jie Jiang's Yu Meiren Bookstore

Eight, the old things drive away the cold, and the hatred has not disappeared. -Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man, Ask Why You Stay"

Nine, heartbroken homesickness, Zhu Jin red birds crow more. -Li Deyu's "Chen Lingling South Road"

Ten, there is no dream on the pillow, and the cold is getting longer. -Lv Benzhong's "Nan Gezi invades the oblique moon all the way"

Eleven, Tianya lost hometown road, old China hair outside the river. -Li Bai's "Jiangnan Chunhuai"

Twelve, the ancient platform is old, and autumn breaks my homesickness. -Liu Changqing's "Qiu Deng Wu General Taiwan Temple View"

XIII. I look forward to seeing embrace the darkness when you meet festivals in other places. -Han He's "Cold Food Festival Garden Pavilion"

Fourteen, the storm comes at night, and the spring return seems to want to keep people. -Xin Qiji's "Shangxiping, Send Du"

Fei Xi has been away from home for a long time. He would rather be close than happy. -Qian Qi's "Send my nephew Huai Su to the house"

16. Origin, Yishan ratio. -Liu Kezhuang's "Man Jianghong and Wang Shizhi rhyme Zheng Bochang"

17. Hotel benefits when meeting Chinese Valentine's Day in a foreign land. -Meng Haoran's Tanabata in a Foreign Land

Eighteen, the inner garden is only known to contain pheasants, which is a car without chickens. -Li Shangyin's Maoling

Nineteen, her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Huan Peikong's soul returned to jathyapple. -Du Fu's Five Poems on Epics

Twenty, after death, I can't see it today, and the mountains and rivers are full of tears. -Xin Qiji's "Yulan Slow, Send Zhang Zhonggu Shuai Xing Yuan to the Table"

Twenty-one, Fang became a stranger, bird's nest, and returned to his hometown. -Zhou Bangyan's "Spring Scenery of Ruilongyin Dashi"

Twenty-two, but the Yangtze River can't control it, and there are endless rivers. -Cat "Nian Nujiao Deng Duo Lou Jing"

Twenty-three, floating red rose herring. -He Zhu's "Cherish Spring, Go through thick and thin, Harvest Spring"

Twenty-four, clothes are lazy to change, and wine is difficult to credit. -Wu Wenying's "Four Jia Ke Gui Mao Except Night"

25, let's hold up our boat together, let's see if we belong to the same town ...-Cui Hao's "Long March Tell me where you live"

Twenty-six, the motherland can't help it, and idles overseas to find a bosom friend. -Qiu Jin's "Partridge Days, Motherland's Ups and Downs"

Twenty-seven, today, the north guest wants to return, and Gena wears green. -Liu Yuxi's Two Poems on Bamboo Branches

Twenty-eight, the heart is cut off, how desolate it is, and it will be diligent to return. -Zhang's "Zhou Shi is slow, cold water does not leave a mark"

After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring

Thirty, the geese have no books. -Shi Dazu's Partridge Day, There is a Pregnant Woman on Weixian Road.

Thirty-one, the guest walks the wild field and closes the house. -Yao He's Zhuang Juye

Thirty-two, the mountain spring is ordinary, and the road is fine. -Bai Juyi's "Send Micro in the Night"

Thirty-three, looking back at the old mountain thousands of miles away, who should I say to the mood of parting? . -Yang Huizhi's Cold Food Order Zheng Qi Assistant Minister

34. Call me Taiyizhou by the stream. I am full of wealth. -Ge Lifang's "Buji, Rewarding Lotus, Persuading Wine with Lotus Leaves"

35, a few days west wind, Lin Qiu jujube ripe, but also urged people to go. -Wu Wenying's "Xi Qiuhua, the day before Qixi, giving away salt officials"

Thirty-six, return, there will be residual English, treat guests with respect. -Zhou Bangyan's Cold Food at a Cold Window

Thirty-seven, I've been a stranger for a long time. -Liu Yong's "The waves are slow, and the dream is through the window".

Thirty-eight, when to go home to wash the guest robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. -Jie Jiang's "A piece of plum, a boat crossing the Wujiang River"

Thirty-nine, the mountain surrounds the old country around Qingjiang, and it is opposite. -Zhou Bangyan's "Xihe Dashi Jinling"

Forty, before you return home, you must be heartbroken. -Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man, Everyone Says Jiangnan is Good"

Forty-one, the layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. -Su Shi's Spring Scene in Hua Lian.

Forty-three, the child was deeply surprised to see this, but asked where his hometown was. -Yin Dragon Boat Festival in the same state

Forty-four, the spring breeze blew out the dream of my hometown overnight, and then I went to Los Angeles in the spring breeze. -Wu's "Chun Xing"

Forty-five, pedestrians think infinitely about the autumn wind, and the green hills are separated by water like hometown. -Dai Shulun's "Governing Sichuan Landscape"

Forty-six, under the Millennium of Bagong Mountain, there are still cliffs and plants, which are towering from a distance. -Ye Mengde's "Bagong Mountain Left, Shouyang Building, Klang Ganzhou"

Forty-seven, in the prime of life, listening to the rain. -Jie Jiang's "Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain"

Forty-eight, Yan Diao Liang painted countless buildings, regardless of the owner's life and death. -Song Yu Zheng's "Yu Lou Chun Yan Diao Liang Hua Yuan Countless Buildings"

Forty-nine, there are also bones returned to Xianyang, each camp and township. -Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River

Fifty, sunset Junshan clouds, spring comes to Yuanxiang vegetation, and it is difficult to harvest from afar. -Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Water Tune Songs Over Yueyang Tower"

5 1. I wonder, will my own trip to the south be turned back? . -Song Wenzhi inscribed on the wall of the North Inn of Dayu Mountain.

Fifty-two times, Wanli's heart was more bitter, and in October she saw Chanjuan in tears. -Hua Qingshu, "Looking at the South of the Yangtze River, Yan Sai Xue"

Fifty-three, sigh years, why stay. I think of that beautiful woman, looking up from the gorgeous upstairs, and how many times I mistook the distant boat for the love boat to go home. -Liu Yong's "Klang Ganzhou, Sprinkling River Rain"

Fifty-four, because she saw, between the screens, in the depths of the palace, the imperial secretary in robes swept the imperial bed. -Feng Xue's "Gong Ci"

55. See apricot blossoms in the northbound, cut the ice, lightly fold it several times, and evenly inject fertilizer. -Evonne's "Banquet Pavilion, See Apricot Flowers and Cut Ice in the Northbound"

56, melancholy from Wan Li, suddenly surprised. -Zhang Yan's "Jie Lianhuan Lone Goose"

57. The wind from thousands of miles is beating the battlements of Yumenguan. -Guan Shanyue of Li Bai

I miss my hometown. Why did you send it to stay for a long time? -Cao Pi's Ge Yanxing

Fifty-nine, flashing adjacent lights, there is still anvil sound in front of the lights. -Jie Jiang's "Slow Autumn Sound"

Sixty, Tianli Kezi Township Official Park. -Jie Jiang's Yu Meiren Bookstore

Sixty-one, the water is empty, and the mountain shines on the city. -Su Shi's "More Leak, Send Sun Juyuan"

Sixty-two, the sea people live in the sea and have no home, and the pearl picking service is like years old. -Wang Jian's Ballad of the Sea People

Sixty-three, when is the wine today, suddenly spent in my hometown. -Vincent's Nine Days

Sixty-four, Luoyang relatives and friends asked each other, a piece of ice heart in the jade pot. -Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn"

Sixty-five, Mo Daochun will come home. Although Jiangnan is good, it is a foreign land. -Wang Gong's Spring Goose

Sixty-six, don't write or sew in the future. -Jiang Kui, "Walking to the Sand, Coming from the East"

Vega, 67, returned to her hometown. -Liu Bang's Song of the Wind

Sixty-eight, looking at the clouds and covering your eyes, homesick for raindrops. -Bai Juyi's Rain

Sixty-nine, there are people in the world who are nostalgic and looking forward to going home with homesickness. -Xie Tiao's "Send Jiang to Cao Yuan Huanting"

Lyricism in Classical Poetry (69 pieces)

First of all, a moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Second, although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.

Third, come back with tears, wishing we could not meet before marriage.

Fourth, ask the world what love is and teach people life and death.

Five, a lonely who v .. Foreword is always faint.

Six, the mountains have no tombs, the rivers are endless, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is heavy snow in summer, but heaven and earth dare to break with you.

Seven, he was born infatuated, and there is no place in the world where he is lovesick.

The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside him knowing you can't have him.

Nine, the curtain of jathyapple dream, ten miles of tender spring breeze.

Ten, people feel sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental.

Xi。 Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

Twelve, we hope to fly in the sky, two birds grow together on the ground with one wing, two branches of a tree. ..

Thirteen, the red candle reflects my face and my hair is beautiful. I hope to be wholeheartedly with me from the ends of the earth.

14. Only your eyes will be open all night, which is a lifelong trouble in your brow.

The mirror has been dark since you came out. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time?

Sixteen, an inch of acacia, there is no arrangement in the world.

Sing all the new words, but you can't see them. Xia Hong sings against the tree.

Eighteen-year-olds don't know where they have gone, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Nineteen, this star seems to be not last night, for whom the wind and dew stood in the dark.

Twenty, Xiao Xuan window, is dressing, caring for silence, but tears flow thousands of lines.

Twenty-one, thinking of the monarch makes people old, and the years are late. There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.

Twenty-two, the beast furnace sinks the hookah, and the green flowers write the acacia biography line by line.

Twenty-three, buttonwood, it rains in the middle of the night, and it is bitter to leave. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

Twenty-four, I don't know if my soul is broken, but I have a dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows?

At the age of 25, silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.

I wish I were like the stars and the moon, shining every night.

Twenty-seven, life and death are rich, Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

Twenty-eight, falling red is not a heartless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

Twenty-nine, suddenly looking back, the man was there, the lights were dim.

Thirty, if you don't miss it all your life, you will miss it and hurt it.

Thirty-one, spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.

At the age of 32, Shen Yan, a fish, traveled around the world and began to believe in the separation of human beings.

Thirty-three, love is afraid of thinking. Looking at the long beach, the grass is full of heart. It's hard to find two places when you are sad to sing.

Thirty-four, Pengshan has no way so far, and the bluebird looks forward to it.

Thirty-five, endless acacia blood and tears throw red beans, spring flowers can not finish.

Love is blind. The color is unattractive and fascinating.

Thirty-seven, I just hope your heart is the same as mine, don't miss home.

Thirty-eight, two lovesickness all day long, fatigue is king, when bloom.

Thirty-nine, I know I have been in love for a long time, and the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou disappoints me.

Forty years, life and death are two boundless! Never think, never forget.

Forty-one years old, a moment that should last forever, came and went unconsciously!

Forty-two, if the relationship lasts for a long time, it will be sooner or later.

Forty-three, Mo Tao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Forty-four, affectionate is just a spring court, or a matter of leaving people.

45. Ask the world what love is and teach life and death.

Forty-six, one flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.

Forty-seven, the belt is getting wider and wider, and I won't regret it. Will make people haggard for Iraq.

Change your life with my three fireworks.

Forty-nine, if two feelings last for a long time, sooner or later.

Fifty, sunrise in the east, sunset in the west, the road is sunny.

Fifty-one, there is a beautiful woman, I don't forget, I haven't seen her for a day, and I feel crazy.

Fifty-two, the fate is like water, and the feelings are scattered and gathered.

At the age of fifty-three, sentimentality has lost weight, and now it's really not sentimental.

Fifty-four, the sky is not old, it is difficult to get rid of it. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

55. Once the sea is difficult for water, it will always be amber.

Fifty-six, Guan Guanluo dove, in Hezhou. Ladies make gentlemen.

Fifty-seven times a bowl of heartless tears, I wish I could never meet before scraping.

58. This is a tragedy that all mankind must know, but it is not as known by those who have been poor together.

Fifty-nine, I was going to say I'd come back before I respect you, but I didn't say spring.

Sixty, acacia said acacia, and Shiro hated Mandy.

Sixty-one, a piece of paper and a half is not heavy, so sad and inclusive.

Sixty-two, there is no doubt that there is no road and there is a village.

Sixty-three, thousands of dollars to buy each other like fu, who complains about this situation.

Sixty-four, after the bleak farewell, the two should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment under the moon.

Sixty-five, the candle has a heart to say goodbye, and tears for others until dawn.

Sixty-six, Acacia plum blossoms stayed up all night, and suddenly I was suspicious of the window.

Sixty-seven, the Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.

68. I know that this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .

Sixty-nine, for my heart, for your heart, just to know each other and remember each other deeply.

Beautiful poems describing the weather (69 poems)

First, the red sun is light and the smoke is fine. Three or two warblers. -Yan's "More Leaky, Wicker Long"

Second, the clouds began to sink, and rain was coming. -Xu Hun's Night View of Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building/West Gate

Third, sunrise is better than fire, and the riverside is as green as blue. -Bai Juyi's "Remembering Jiangnan"

Fourth, the rainbow rain is broken, the autumn sky is clear, and the eyebrows are dyed green. -Huang Tingjian's Niannujiao Breaking the Rainbow Rain

Five, incense burner on the first day, waterfall water spray Chen Hong. -Meng Haoran's "Li Peng Lake Looking at Lushan Mountain"

Six, Guancheng elm leaves early yellow, sunset quicksand ancient battlefield. -Wang Changling's "Seven Military Services"

Seven, an inch of anger. Sunset in buried by the coming night. -Zhao Lingzhi's "Recent Flowers, Flocculation, Air Cooling"

Eight, the light thunder pool outside the willow is raining, and the sound of rain drops off the sound of lotus flowers. Soon the rain stopped and the broken rainbow appeared in the west corner of the building. —— Ouyang Xiu's "Rain outside the Lingjiang Fairy Willow"

Nine, thousands of families are always exchanging new peaches for old ones. -Wang Anshi's January Day

During the day, the Yellow River comes from outside. -Zhang Wei "Go to Taiwan Province"

Eleven, after the autumn sunset in Junshan vitality. -Chen, "Climbing Yueyang Tower"

Twelve, win the day to find the fragrant shore, boundless scenery. -Zhu's Spring Day

Thirteen, days are not everywhere, youth is just coming. -Yuan Mei's "Moss"

Fourteen, the cloud moves to Gongshan, and the sun knows the holy face around Longlin. -Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity

Fifteen, the setting sun is still strong, autumn wind disease. -Du Fu's Jianghan

Sixteen, sunrise as early as the car cover, noon as a dish. Isn't this great for people far away? -Rain Lee mouth "The Day of Two Children Debate"

Seventeen, there are ancient trees on the edge of the city, listening to autumn sounds every day. -Li Bai's "Dune Gate Send Du Fu"

Eighteen, wine is hot, but the Japanese are thirsty for tea. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha, rustling clothes and towels falling jujube flowers"

Nineteen, the grass is full of pond water, and the mountain is immersed in the setting sun. -Lei Zhen's "Country Night"

Twenty, ashamed to cover your sleeves, lazy makeup in spring. -Yu "Gift to the Neighbor/Sender"

Twenty-one, Rizhao incense burner gives birth to purple smoke, overlooking Qianchuan hanging waterfall. -Li Bai's Looking at Lushan Waterfall

Twenty-two, thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows geese and snow. -Gao Shi's "Two Poems of Biedong University"

Twenty-three, sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny. -Liu Yuxi's Two Poems on Bamboo Branches

Twenty-four times, the whip refers to Chang' an, and the west dusk Qin Guan. -Li Bai, "When I am in the North Second Hill of Jingting, I would like to see Fujian meet Cui and board here".

Twenty-five, the sky is beautiful, and it can be seen that it is divided. -Xie Tiao's "Going to Sanshan to Wangjing at night"

Twenty-six, looking at the dangerous column, the red sun is speechless. -Zhang Wei "Leaving Yan Ting, the area is picturesque"

Twenty-seven, a round of setting sun spread in the water, half river rustling, half river red. -Bai Juyi's "Mu Jiang Yin"

Twenty-eight, wearing curtains on an oblique day, the coolness gradually enters the phoenix tree. -Yan Shu's "Broken Array, Swallows Want to Return to Season"

Twenty-nine, people say that the sunset is the end of the world. -Li Gou's homesickness

Thirty, ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. -Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.

Thirty-one, the cow is sleepy and hungry, resting in the mud outside the south gate. -Bai Juyi's "Carbon Man"

Thirty-two, Song Zhong is unhappy, and the white sunset is Kunming. -Li Bai's "After the chaos, Tian En Liu Yelang recalled the past and gave Jiang Taishou a good slaughter"

Thirty-three, the sun is shining in spring, and there is a bright Cang Geng. -anonymous "July"

Thirty-four, the mountain covers the day, and the ocean drains the golden river. -Wang Zhihuan is at the Heron Hotel.

Thirty-five, vegetation, smoke, sunrise. -Su Zhe's Huangzhou Kuaizi Pavilion

Thirty-six, half-pole sunset, two rows of new geese, a boat with a leaf. -He Zhu's "Autumn is dazzling on the river, rustling in bloom"

Thirty-seven, Rizhao's new makeup is bright under the water, fragrant in the wind, and lifted in the air. -Li Bai's Song of Picking Lotus

Thirty-eight, mid-autumn, water blue and dust-free. -Liu Zongyuan's "Xiangkou Pavilion Xiaoxiang Erhui"

Thirty-nine, Tingzhou picks white apples, and the sunset is Jiangnan Spring. -Liu Yun's "Jiangnan Fu"

Forty, watch the water flow eastward and watch the sunset. -Qian Fu's Song of Tomorrow

Forty-one, the spring mountain is warm and cool, the pavilion curtain is dry, and the willow shakes the courtyard. -Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Spring"

Forty-two, in the pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. -Chang Jian's "Zen State after Broken Mountain Temple"

Forty-three, no one crossed the fence, dragonflies and butterflies flew. -Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Its

At noon on weeding day, sweat dripped on the soil. -Li Shen's "Two Antiques/Two Farmers"

Forty-five, the sun screen window shakes the door, moving against the spring. -Li Shangyin's "The Sun shines"

Forty-six, the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. -Wang Wei's March on the Fortress

47. But now, the long river, the lonely sails and the five lakes are shining with the light of spring in the sunset. -Liu Changqing's "Watching the King Go South"

At 48 o'clock, the sun set on the wall, the color sank, the moon rose to the porch and flew away. -Jiang Yan's Beppu

Forty-nine, the sunset alone in the west wing. The distant mountain is opposite the curtain hook. -Yan Shu's "Qing Ping Le Hong Xiao Jianzi"

Fifty, the clouds are long, and things change for a few years. -Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Tengting

Fifty-one, peach blossoms on both sides of the strait are baked at sunrise, and the surrounding high willows hang down to the sky. -Jiang Yan's "Light Water Breaks Dams in the Mountain Orchid of Huanxisha"

Fifty-two, the situation is that the youth day will be dusk, and the peach blossoms will fall in red rain. -Li He "Into the Wine"

53. See smoke in the mountains and sunset in the bamboo. -wujun's Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains

Fifty-four, flying to the Chihiro Tower on the mountain, I heard the cock crow. -Wang Anshi's "Deng Fei Laifeng"

Fifty-five, the night geese are clear and the rainbow is flat. -Wu Wenying's "Dimfragrance, Send Wei Sentences to Binjun for Interpretation and Combination"

Fifty-six, the trees are full of shadows at noon, and the warblers are singing in the dream. -Su Shunqin's "Summer Meaning"

57. Spring breeze blows over the green grave, and the pale sun sets on the other side of Liangzhou. -Zhang Qiao's Things on the Edge of the Book

Fifty-eight, birds fly a thousand white spots, and there is no half red wheel in the day. -Bai Juyi's "Late Return of Li Peng Lake"

Fifty-nine, the sunset in the lonely village, the old tree west Western jackdaw light smoke, a little Hong Fei shadow. -Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"

Sixty, the bamboo silk picks the net car, and the green cicada basks alone. -Li He's Thirteen Songs of the South Garden

Sixty-one, the thunderstorm is not half, and the sun is full. -Zuo Si's Sandu Fu

Sixty-two, the sun is full of lust and smoke, the moon is very white, people are sad and insomnia. -Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc"

Sixty-three, the owner burned money like thunder, and the sunset helped the drunkard back. -Fan Chengda's "Spring Pastoral Miscellaneous"

Sixty-four, the screen window sunset, no one saw tears in the golden house. -Liu's "Spring Complaint"

Sixty-five, the warm mulberry is like splashing, and the wind is like wormwood. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha Soft Grass Flat Sand Over Rain"

Sixty-six, the sun is cold and the grass is short, and the moonlight is bitter and frosty. -Li Hua's Hanging the Ancient Battlefield

Sixty-seven, the day will fly, and the month will help. -Zuo Si's Sandu Fu

Sixty-eight, nothing at leisure, nothing at sleep. -Cheng Hao's Autumn Day

Sixty-nine, five rainbows, driving the sky as a long bridge-Li Bai's "Seeing the Mountain from the Corner"

Love Poems Expressing Loyalty (69 pieces)

First, he is infatuated with love, and there is no place for lovesickness in the world.

Second, she sent it to him, reminding him in a word through his messenger that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.

Third, there is a beautiful woman that I can't forget for a moment. I feel crazy after not seeing her for a day.

Fourth, the sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart.

Five, fallen petal independence, micro swift Qi Fei.

6. Acacia is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far away as the sky.

7. I hope I shine like the stars and the moon every night.

Eight, I was going to say I would come back before I respect you, but I didn't say anything about spring.

Nine, once the sea is difficult for water, it will always be amber.

Ten, hate is not as good as tide and letter, acacia began to feel that the sea is not deep.

Xi。 Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

Twelve, it seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stood in the dark.

Thirteen, married, love each other.

If you teach your eyes no hatred, you won't believe that there are bald heads in the world.

Fifteen, if you want to send a colorful ruler, where the mountains are long and where the water is wide.

Sixteen, tears can be done in the end, nothing is difficult to send.

Seventeen, sadness is drifting away, like water and spring water.

This past year should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

Nineteen, the bright moon is unfamiliar and hates bitterness, and it wears Zhu Hu obliquely.

After parting, remember to meet each other and dream of being with you several times.

Twenty-one, if two relationships last for a long time, sooner or later.

Twenty-two, Guan Guanluo dove, in Hezhou. Ladies make gentlemen.

Twenty-three, my eyes are like mountains and lang is like a stone Buddha.

24. Don't change your hair with flowers. Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? .

Twenty-five, I feel your husband's love. Looking back, tears filled my eyes.

Twenty-six, looking for a beautiful dream, the dream is difficult to achieve. Who knows my mood at this time? Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain drop through a window.

Twenty-seven, only the eyes will open all night, that is the lifelong trouble in your brow.

Twenty-eight, also a bowl of ruthless tears, I hate not to meet before scraping.

Twenty-nine, when there is poverty in every corner of the world, there is only endless acacia.

Thirty, bonuses are easy to decline, such as lang yi, and the water is infinite, such as sorrow.

3 1, we hope to fly in the sky, two birds grow together on the ground with one wing, two branches of a tree. ..

Thirty-two, endless acacia blood and tears throw red beans, spring flowers can not be finished.

Thirty-three, tearful eyes ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

Thirty-four, people feel sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental.

Thirty-five, ruthlessness is not like sentimentality, and an inch is still inextricably linked.

Thirty-six, life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance.

37. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.

Thirty-eight, remember that the heart is like the West River, flowing eastward day and night, without rest.

39. Don't come to Le Shu, who is half a year old, and stay an inch away from his intestines.

Forty years old, my heart is full of stones, but I can't turn around. I'm full of bandits. I can't get involved.

Forty-one, jathyapple has a dream that the spring breeze is ten miles gentle.

Forty-two, hate is like spring grass, and it still exists.

Forty-three, sentimental since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.

Forty-four, buttonwood, it rains in the middle of the night, and it is bitter to leave. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

Forty-five, he is infatuated with love, and there is no place in the world where he misses love.

46. The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

Forty-seven, acacia has no words, don't waste your tears on flowers.

Forty-eight, be there or be square, how can you be ruthless.

Forty-nine, affectionate only spring court month, still leave people sunny.

Fifty, love is afraid to think. Looking at the long beach, the grass is full of heart. It's hard to find two places when you are sad to sing.

Fifty-one times, the beast furnace sank hookah, and the green marsh flowers wrote the story of acacia line by line.

Fifty-two, thin shadow self-pity, you have to pity me and pity you.

Fifty-three, I don't know if my soul is broken, but I have a dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows?

Fifty-four, I know I have been in love for a long time, and I am disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou.

Fifty-five, life and death are rich, Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

Fifty-six, if you don't miss it all your life, you will miss it and you will miss it.

Fifty-seven, two lovesickness all day long, fatigue is king, when bloom.

58. Ask the world what love is and teach life and death.

Fifty-nine, rest words and half a paper, no weight, you can worry.

Sixty, people like the wind into the clouds, love like rain sticky flocculant.

Sixty-one, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

Sixty-two, poverty has no definite river bones, and it is still a spring dream.

Sixty-three, the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water. This situation is hard to send.

Sixty-four, holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless.

Sixty-five, I miss you like a candle, frying my heart and holding tears.

Sixty-six, enter my acacia door, know my acacia, acacia like memories, acacia is infinite.

Sixty-seven, after the bleak farewell, the two should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment under the moon.

Sixty-eight, living alone, sad to death.

Sixty-nine, an inch of acacia, nowhere in the world.