w.haolusi.com A poetic poem about love, I hope everyone likes it 1. The wind rises, wrinkling a pool of spring water (Cheng Youwen's "Visiting the Golden Gate") 2. On the back of a red candle, with embroidered curtains hanging down, Dreams of Changjun do not know (Wen Tingyun's "Geng Louzi") 3. Cutting incessantly, the logic is still chaotic, and a unique flavor lingers in my heart (Li Yu, "Meeting Joy") 4. Two wall flowers, connected in the morning and evening (Niu Xiji's "Sheng Chazi") 5. In the absence of a person, Yan Kong returns, missing the auspicious period (Ouyang Jiong's "Three Character Order") 6. The moon is clear, the flowers are faint, arousing longing (Ouyang Jiong's "Three Character Order") 7. May your heart be like mine, determined to live up to your longing (Li Zhiyi's divination operator) 8. Bian River, Si River, flows to Guazhou Ancient Ferry Head, and Wushan is a little worried. Thinking leisurely, hating leisurely, hating only resting when returning home, leaning against the tower in the moonlight. 9. Spring turns into sorrow and rain, longing for the wind and flow of the past, and causing such hidden wounds (Liu Rushi's "Golden Bright Pool") 10. At the Spring Banquet, a cup of green wine is sung once, and then three wishes are made to Chen. One wish is for a thousand years for the husband, two wishes are for the health of my concubine, and three wishes are like swallows on a beam, meeting each other year after year. 11. At this moment, we look at each other but do not hear each other. May the moonlight shine on you. 12. Jianjia is lush with white dew as frost. The so-called Yi person is on the side of the water. Tracing back and following it, the path is obstructed and long; Going back and forth, like in the center of the water. 13. The addition of the river fills the sorrow even more, and the vastness stretches far away from the long sky (Qu Dajun's "Magpie Treads on a Branch") 14. Standing alone in front of Jiuling Peak. Worry brows, furrowed brows, and broken hearts. Red pink beauties hurt parting clothes. What has happened. Climbing mountains and facing water every year. Always remember the past and present alone. The lonely boat floats in the lake light at night. The withered grass and the setting sun have infinite meaning. Who is sending it? The water of West Lake is tears of longing. 15. Candles bid farewell with a heart, shedding tears for others until dawn.