Recently, I read the "Book of Songs" again, and today I want to take stock of the love poems that make people blush and heartbeat when I read them, and see which ones you have heard?
"Wei Feng Shuoren".
Huge people, dressed in fine clothes. The son of the Marquis of Qi and the wife of the Marquis of Wei. The sister of the East Palace, the aunt of Xing Hou, Tan Gongwei is private.
The hands are like soft wattles, the skin is like clotted fat, the collar is like a grub, the teeth are like a rhinoceros, the head of the mantis is like a moth eyebrows, the smile is clever, and the eyes are beautiful.
Shuoren Ao Ao, said in the suburbs of agriculture. The four peons are proud, and Zhu is proud. Zhai Fu is in court. The doctor retreated, and there was no way to make the king.
The river is oceanic, and the north flow is alive. Shi Yihao, the tuna hair. Jia Hua is exposed, Shu Jiang is iniquent, and Shu Shi is misty.
Among them, "the hands are like soft wattles, the skin is like clotted fat, the collar is like a grub, the teeth are like a rhinoceros, the head of the mantis is like a moth eyebrows, the smile is clever, and the eyes are beautiful." "It's my favorite.
The hands are so soft and tender like spring wattles, the skin is white and moist, the neck is like a grub, and the teeth are the most neat. The forehead is plump and the eyebrows are slender, the smile is moving, and the autumn waves take the soul.
When a friend in the circle of friends sends a ** photo, I will use this poem to praise her.
"The Last Wind".
In the end, the wind is stormy, Gu I is smiling, smiling and laughing, and the center is mourning.
The wind is finally hazy, Hui Ran is willing to come, don't come, I think.
At the end of the day, there will be a day, and the words will not sleep, and the words will be sneezed.
Knowing its yin, its thunder, not sleeping, willing to say it.
The poem "The Last Wind" consists of four chapters. In a woman's tone, her husband felt sad about her wanton flirtation. But after her husband left, she turned her hatred into longing and longing; I can't sleep at night, hoping that my husband can miss her as much as she misses him. The ambivalence of both love and hate is vividly reflected in the verses.
"Han Guang".
There are arbors in the south, and you can't think about it. Han has a wandering girl, unthinkable. The breadth of the Han is incomprehensible. Jiang Zhiyong is incomprehensible.
Wrong salary, words are clear. The son of Yu is home, and his words are his horse. The breadth of the Han is incomprehensible. Jiang Zhiyong is incomprehensible.
The wrong salary, the words are wrong. The son of the Return. Words are in the making. The breadth of the Han is incomprehensible. Jiang Zhiyong is incomprehensible.
This poem is a love song for a man who pursues a woman but can't get it. is the first person to have a crush. The protagonist is a young woodcutter. He fell in love with a beautiful girl, but he couldn't get his wish. Facing the vast river, he sang this moving poem and poured out thousands of sorrows.
"Zijin".
Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart. Even if I don't go, Zining won't make a sound?
Qingqingzi Pei, I think about it. Even if I don't go, Zining won't come?
Picky and embarrassed, in the city. Not seen for a day, like March!
The poem depicts a woman missing her sweetheart. Whenever she sees something with a green color, a woman will always think of her sweetheart's green collar and green peiyu.
So she climbed the gatehouse, hoping to see her sweetheart. If she can't see it one day, she feels like it's been three months.
Not seen for a day, like March!
I remember writing love letters when I was young, and my favorite to borrow this sentence is also this.
"Guan Ju".
Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island.
My Fair Lady, Gentleman.
Jagged wattles, left and right flowing.
My Fair Lady, I covet it.
I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it.
Leisurely, tossing and turning.
Jagged wattles, picked left and right.
My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano.
Jagged wattle, left and right.
My Fair Lady, bells and drums.
Guan Ju is to write about a man's thoughts and pursuit of a woman, the anxiety of not being able to get it and the joy of asking people to celebrate after asking for it.
You may not know the content of the whole poem, but the sentence "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island." My Fair Lady, Gentleman. "You must have heard of it.
"Pu Jia".
The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long. Tracing from it, it is like water**.
The leaves are green, and the white dew is not dawning. The so-called Yi people are in the water of the Mae. Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and climbing. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water.
The leaves are picked, and the white dew is not over. The so-called Yi people are in the water. Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and right. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water.
White dew is frost" first explain that the festival order is already late autumn, late autumn is close to winter, and everything is gradually showing a depressed scene.
In such a season, I miss a person, but it is difficult to find his trace, and my mood becomes more and more lonely and lonely. What about the person who has been waiting for it? Only on the other side of the river.
Tracing back", "tracing travel", "the road is blocked and long", and "like in the water**" vividly reflect the difficulty and insignificance of the poet's repeated pursuit. The Iraqi were on the other side of the river, seemingly close, but still out of reach.
"Wild Grass".
There are vines and grass in the wild, and there is no dew.
There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful.
Encounters and encounters are suitable for my wishes.
There are vines and grasses in the wild, and there is no dew.
There is a beautiful person, as graceful as Qingyang.
Encounter and meet, and meet with the son.
This poem is probably the earliest poem describing love at first sight between men and women!
Fate is such a thing, it is already mysterious. Just passing by and looking at each other can make two people attract each other.
Unexpected encounter, love at first sight, the most beautiful love is probably like this!
"Out of the East Gate".
Out of its east gate, there are women like clouds. Although it is like a cloud, I think about it. Silk clothes and scarves, chat about my members.
Out of its humble end, there are women in full swing. Although it is in full swing, I think about it. Dressed in clothes, chatting can be entertained.
Three thousand weak water, take only one scoop to drink.
Out of its east gate, there are women like clouds", "out of its Yanyan, there are women like clouds", although the beauty is like clouds, but the poet can only see his favorite one in his eyes.
What kind of wonderful beauty makes the poet in the pile of beauties blind to all beauties. "Silk clothes and scarves, talk about my members", "Silk clothes and scarves, talk about entertainment", only 16 words, describe the poet's infinite joy and pride. It turned out that what he had a soft spot for was a poor daughter with a silk cloth and a scarf! Even though there is a huge disparity in status, he still loves Si.
"Drumming".
Beat the drum and use the soldiers. The city of the earth is Cao, and I travel south alone.
From Sun Tzu Zhong, Ping Chen and Song. I don't want to go, and I'm worried.
Where do you live? Lost his horse? What do you want? Under the forest.
Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.
Yu is broad, not I live. Yu Xun Xi, I don't believe it.
The sound of drumming was deafening, and the soldiers practiced bravely. Everyone remained in the country to build the city, but I was the only one who went south.
I followed Sun Zizhong and pacified Chen and Song. The war made me homesick but worried.
War disorients people and has no idea where they are or where they are.
I have already made a vow with my beloved, I will live and die together without separation, clasp my hands together, and grow old together.
But the helplessness of reality, I can only sigh and say goodbye to my beloved for a long time, and it will be difficult to meet again. The sighs are too far away to fulfill the vow of life and death.
"Cai Ge".
Bi Cai Gexi, not seen for a day, such as March! Bi Cai Xiaoxi, not seen for a day, such as three autumns! Pitzer Aixi! Not seen for a day, like three years old!
Two people who are in love can't wait to be together all the time. Just go to pick kudzu, separated for a short time, and not seeing your beloved for a day is like being separated by three months; Not seeing your beloved for one day is like three autumns; Not seeing your loved one for a day is like three years apart. March, three autumns, three years, layer by layer, will be in love like glue, inseparable emotions vividly embodied.
"Wind and Rain".
The wind and rain are miserable, the roosters are chirping, and the gentleman is seen. Yun Hu Buyi?
The wind and rain are dashing, and the chickens are chirping. Seeing a gentleman, is he not embarrassed?
The wind and rain are like obscurity, and the roosters are crowing. Seeing a gentleman, don't you like it?
Mourning and writing music, multiplying its feelings.
Each chapter begins with wind and rain and a rooster crowing. In the wind and rain, I miss the misery of a person who can't sleep at night, and the noise of the rooster is more and more disturbed. At this almost desperate moment, the woman unexpectedly "met" her long-lost lover; The joy of sudden sight and joy can be imagined.
"Papaya".
Vote for me with papaya, and repay it with Qiongju. Bandit retribution, always think it is good!
Vote for me with a peach, and repay it with Qiong Yao. Bandit retribution, always think it is good!
Vote for me with Mu Li, and repay it with Qiongjiu. Bandit retribution, always think it is good!
You give me fruit, and I give you beautiful jade in return", the gift itself is not valuable, it only represents the hearts of two people for each other.
Love is pure and immaculate, and does not need to be distinguished by preciousness.
Since ancient times, love has been simple and beautiful. It can make you care about everything, miss when you don't see you, smile when you see each other, and get along with each other comfortably. Give your best when you love, and leave with dignity when you don't love.
Love has been passed down for thousands of years, and I only hope that there will be lovers in the world and eventually become dependents.
Writing lyrically