Second, you ask that the return date is undecided, and it rains at night in the autumn pool.
Third, the sunrise in the east and the rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny.
Fourth, everything is done by people, and tears flow first.
Five, the curtain of jathyapple dream, the spring breeze ten miles tenderness.
Six, if two people love each other for a long time, and it is sooner or later.
Seventh, I know very well that this kind of love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .
8. Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality. One inch or a thousand strands.
When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia.
Ten, affectionate only spring court month, is still a matter of leaving people.
Eleven, life and death and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
Twelve, drunk shooting the spring shirt cherishes the old fragrance, and the sky will hate it.
Thirteen, life will not be acacia, only acacia, and then acacia.
Fourteen, if the relationship lasts for a long time, it is still a matter of time.
Fifteen, the Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
Sixteen, wine into sorrow, acacia into tears.
Seventeen, be there or be square, how can you be ruthless?
Eighteen, Wan Li Yinshan Wan Li sand, who will frost hair temples.
Nineteen, the color enters the tall building, and there are people upstairs who are worried.
Twenty, the flowers that are lazy to review, the cultivation of half the sky and the gentleman who holds up half the sky.
Twenty-one, after a hundred flowers become honey, who will work hard for sweetness.
Twenty-two, the intestine has been broken, and the tears are hard to collect. With the love of acacia, once again boarded the little red chamber.
Twenty-three, I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and don't miss home.
Twenty-four, cutting constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is parting. Don't have a taste in my heart.
Twenty-five, like this star is not last night, who is the wind dew standing in the middle of the night?
26. When will Acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward.
Twenty-seven, don't sing the song of eternal hatred, the world also has its own galaxy.
Twenty-eight, come back with tears, I wish I could not meet before marriage.
Twenty-nine, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.
Thirty, the belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it. It makes people haggard for Iraq.
Thirty-one, Acacia said acacia, and Shiro hated Mandy.
Thirty-two, ask the world, what is love, teach life and death?
Thirty-three, it is difficult to get rid of it before it is old. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Thirty-four, the mountain has no mausoleum, and the river is exhausted. Unless the towering mountains disappear, unless the raging rivers dry up. Unless thunder rolls in the cold winter, unless it snows heavily in the hot summer, unless heaven and earth meet and connect, I dare to abandon my feelings for you until such a thing happens!
Thirty-five years old, although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
Thirty-six, how can we live together and not die?
Thirty-seven, I hope to unite as one and never give up.
38. What are your feelings and heart, Jiang Chao and the sea?
39. The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Forty, tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Forty-one, if two relationships last for a long time, it is still a matter of time.
42. When will Acacia meet? Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other.
Forty-three, originally in the sky, and grow together on the ground, two branches of a tree. ..
Forty-five, enter my lovesick door and know that I miss you.
Forty-six, Guan Guan's dove, in Hezhou. The beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.
Forty-seven, wine becomes sorrow, tears become acacia.
Forty-eight, I once bid farewell to the Beauty Bridge, and I hate that there is no news yet.
Forty-nine, since you came out, the mirror has been dark. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time?
Fifty years or ten years of life and death are two boundless. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it.
5 1. Saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies, crowed by cuckoos.
Fifty-two, there is a beautiful woman, I don't forget, I haven't seen her for a day, and I feel crazy.
Fifty-three, the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever!
54. Once the sea is difficult for water, it will always be amber.
Emotional phrases that feel desperate and broken (54)
One or three people must have my teacher, three musketeers must be strong, and love triangle must be hurt.
Second, loneliness and helplessness probably means waking up in the middle of the night with a stomachache, cold sweat sticking to my skirt pillow and hair, and being dark, surrounded by a barren person with hoarse voice, no water, no medicine and no him.
Third, I used to talk to many friends like lovers every day, but now I have no contact. It hurts to think about it.
4. It's always a long time before I know that what I abandoned with my own hands will never be met again in the future.
Love is a city that never sleeps. Memories are like stars. The more tears boil, the colder I feel.
Love songs belong to me, but they are for you.
Seven, all my bravery is hard support.
Eight, why, I can't even see myself clearly?
I just don't want to laugh at myself here.
Did you only call my name once, or did you make it up yourself?
Eleven, I don't have time to be seriously young. When I understand, I can only choose to be seriously old.
Twelve, you will always be my indispensable supporting role, so you will never leave me as the protagonist! May our friendship last forever! !
Thirteen, I know we are weak, but I am desperately trying to save it.
I have my pride and self-esteem. I shouldn't give it all up for someone.
15. I spend every day in a daze. I also want to change my life, but I can't.
No one can bring heaven or hell like you.
There is smoke in the elevator. I can cover my nose and come into your side. I can stay with you with my eyes closed.
We all miss the past, but we can never go back.
Nineteen, lying on the table, I can't think of anything, just crying silently and sleeping comfortably.
Twenty, some people like lonely places, just don't make friends, so they can only be disappointed.
2 1. Just because we are not together, we think that love will disappear.
Twenty-two, Ω waiting for the moment when my lover returns, tears will come to song for you.
Does your family know how hot it is to be near you?
Twenty-four, you said you were not as good as I thought, and I said I never said I was good. Excuses always hurt.
Twenty-five, to be a warm person, not to be rich and expensive, but to live a simple and happy life.
This is the last time I am lonely. Don't ask me how I am.
If you know how to go in the future. Then the whole world will make way for you.
28. What made you kiss me and say you love her?
Actually, I'm not without anything. My mind is full of conceit, affectation and illness.
Thirty, every time I see a couple, I will sing that song, "Happy breakup, I wish you happiness."
Thirty-one, when I am quiet, I always think of those happy but actually hypocritical times, and I can't help but smile.
32. Enough is enough to give up, at least you won't lose too badly.
Loving you is my patent. Who dares to do anything illegal?
34. Loneliness and excitement are the result of independent choice.
35. I am the only busy person in my world.
I always say that everyone has left me. In fact, I was the first person to turn around and leave. . .
I told myself to let go, let go, let go, let go. Why can't I do it ~
Actually, it's not the saddest thing to be ashamed. The saddest thing is that colors are there every day, but they will never jump by themselves.
I want nothing but your concern for me.
You can't afford what I want, and I can give you too little.
Forty-one, true love is like a UFO, only heard, no one has really seen it.
Forty-two, youth is just running, and then falling down beautifully.
43. Parents' love is the last line of defense in the world. It is not rich and gorgeous, but it is unforgettable.
Forty-four, stealth, not to avoid anyone, just hope that someone can find that I have disappeared.
Forty-five, let go of a relationship to pursue the future. I will love with my heart, and the next road will be more exciting.
46. When you come into this world, you should look at the sun and walk in the street with your sweetheart.
47. What saddens me most is to see that there are many opposite sex around you, and I can't let these people go away.
48. 【 Forgive me for not being good enough, but I will accompany you for a long time 】
Forty-nine, I deluded myself into smiling at you, saying that I didn't care, but I clearly heard the crisp and heartbreaking voice.
Fifty, once promised, now I am the only one who keeps it privately.
51. Time is the best peacemaker. Things that were once considered impossible have simply passed away quietly.
52. If you like someone, give him the right to hurt you.
53. I've waited and waited. I already care if I care.
Whatever the reason, people only believe what they see.
Classical Spring Rain Poems (54 pieces)
First, the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty. -Lu You's First Night of Spring Rain in Lin 'an
Second, there are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.
Third, if the spring is not virtuous, everything will be brilliant. -Long songs, ancient poems of Han Yuefu.
Fourth, good rain knows the season when spring happens.
Fifth, the autumn wind is full of power, and the spring rain is fat.
Six, after the heavy rain, the willow branches are loose and smoky.
Seven, the spring rain broke the bridge people don't cross, boat out of the shade-Fu's "Lake Spring Tour".
Eight, I am listening to the spring rain, and the residual light is a little spring. -Lu You's Spring Rain
Nine, good rain knows the season, when spring occurs. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Ten, good rain knows spring.
Eleven, see the rain when the flowers are boring, and the clouds enter the water and destroy the embankment.
Twelve, last night, a moment of rain, Providence Su Qun.
Thirteen, it is cloudy today, and the spring rain is also affectionate. -Sima Guang's "Jing Ren misses the rain instead of poetry"
Fourteen, lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's November 4th Storm.
Fifteen, Jiangnan is already in mid-spring, and the drizzle is like smoke. -Xie's "Spring in the South of the Yangtze River"
Sixteen, the spring rain sneaked into the gorge and left the Chu Palace sooner or later. -Du Fu's "The Classic Design of Jiang Yu's Youhuai"
Seventeen, the wicker is long, the spring rain is fine, and the flowers leak.
Eighteen, Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green.
Nineteen, it rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. -Zhao Shixiu's "Guest"
Twenty, the spring rain on earth is enough, and the wind and thunder bring it back. -Su Zhe's "Li Mountain Villa's Eight Habitats Cloud Room"
Twenty-one, during the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
Twenty-two, I am listening to the spring rain, and the residual light is a little spring.
Twenty-three, the most pity for wheat, do not hate wet warbler.
Raindrops are connected together like a big net and hung in front of my eyes.
Twenty-five, the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are rainy.
Twenty-six, a plow spring rain, a little sunny wind.
Twenty-seven, the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are rainy.
Twenty-eight, the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are rainy. -Su Shi's Rain after Drinking on the Lake.
Twenty-nine, drizzle fish out, breeze swallows oblique. -Du Fu's "Two Hearts and Water Threshold"
Thirty, wet dust dances lightly in Tang, Tang and spring, and the goddess has no trace of strawberry moss.
On 31st, it rained in the first month in Gao Jiang, and Pinglu was also in turmoil.
Thirty-two, the drizzle fish out, the breeze swallows oblique.
Thirty-three, green trees contain spring rain, and green hills protect smoke. -Tang Yin landscape map
Thirty-four, the wind swept the rivers and lakes and the rain was dark, and the sound of the four mountains turned into waves.
Thirty-five, chilling and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
Thirty-six, the black wind blows the sea, and it rains in eastern Zhejiang over Jiang Lai. -Su Shi's "Rainstorm in Youmeitang"
Thirty-seven, the autumn wind is full of power, and the spring rain is fat. -Fan Chengda's "Zhao Chang Papaya Flower"
Thirty-eight, chilling. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. -Liu Yong's "Yulinling"
Thirty-nine, Haitang does not hesitate to be beautiful and independent.
Forty, the golden duck fragrance disappears, and the pear flower spring rain covers the door.
Forty-one, there is a lot of silk rain over Jingcheng Avenue, which is as smooth as crisp cheese. -Tang Hanyu, "Early Spring is the Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water Affairs"
Forty-two, the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. -Song Luyou's Spring Rain in Lin 'an
Forty-three, peach blossoms outside the bamboo, spring river plumbing duck prophet. -Su Shi's Two Night Scenes by the Hui Chong River
Forty-four, good rain knows the season, when spring occurs. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
Forty-five, pear blossoms are white, and spring rain is cold.
Forty-six, green trees contain spring rain, and green hills protect smoke.
Forty-seven, the spring rain sings cuckoo, and the frost is full in March.
Forty-eight, la I wheat, spring rain Jia I valley.
Forty-nine, there is a lot of silk rain over Jingcheng Avenue. It is as delicate and moist as crispy cheese.
Fifty, the prince and grandson can't stand the rain like silk, and the spring breeze breaks an inch.
Fifty-one, the spring rain is full, and new grains are planted.
52. It's mid-spring in the south of the Yangtze River, and it's drizzling like smoke.
Fifty-three, seven or eight stars are out of the sky, and it rains in front of the mountain.
Fifty-four, the spring rain on earth is enough, and the wind and thunder bring back meaning.
Desperate Poetry _ Sad Poetry
1. Sacrifice a faint fragrance, bury a smile, shed a tear, daydream, listen to the wind and mourn a word. Why? I am also worried about adding new words. At this moment, the meteor glided by and made a wish. On the shore, the flowers are silent. Veiled, gaunt and elegant, just for dancing. Looking back at this time, it is already a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.
Second, the old friend resigned from the West Yellow Crane Tower, and the fireworks went to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
Third, affection has always been hurt and parting, and it is even more embarrassing and indifferent. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is only the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the waning of the waning of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to?
Fourth, people say that willow leaves are like frowning, more like willow silk sorrow.
Five, sentimental only spring court month, still leave people as fallen flowers.
6. Who knows that in this life, my heart is in Tianshan and I am always in Cangzhou.
Seven, the depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
Eight, I miss my husband like running water, why are you poor?
Nine, countless yellow flowers, Yun Lan, sunset, beauty, beauty, I don't know where.
Ten, peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of river's lake night rain.
Eleven, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see all the Chang' an flowers in one day.
Twelve, the beauty does not break the old grace, leaning on the smoke cage to sit in the Ming Dynasty.
Thirteen, although the old woman is weak, please go home at night. You'd better get ready to cook in the morning in case of emergency.
Fourteen, sing a song alone, sing seven words and count six strings. Looking back, the lights are not dim, only loneliness is singing. Tang Ye was preoccupied, and the farewell poem was useless. I don't understand that it will rain tomorrow night, and the flowers will be fleeting. Don't hide your makeup with tears, the article will continue, and the dream will not return to the past. A farewell song, whose face is lost? The pen is attached to me to fill in the Xijiang moon, leaning on you to sigh at the end of spring.
Fifteen, lonely boudoir, one inch sorrow. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Sixteen, Jiang Nanan spring green, when will the bright moon shine on me?