w.haolusi.com One night of longing, the water's edge is clear and thin. The editor has compiled a poem about longing for a loved one that goes deep into the bones. I hope you like it! 1. Who shares the lonely light with during the Mid Autumn Festival. Looking north with sorrow& mdash;— Su Shi's "A Big Dream of the Moon World in Xijiang" 2. May you harvest more, this thing is most cherished& mdash;— Wang Wei's "Lovesickness" 3. If you want to write a colorful book, don't complain. Tears have already filled the book& mdash;— Yan Jidao's "Butterfly Loves Flower, Yellow Chrysanthemum Blossoms, Injury Gathers and Scatters" 4. I want to send colored paper and ruler. Long mountains and wide waters know where& mdash;— Yan Shu's "Butterfly Loves Flower Sill, Chrysanthemum Worries Smoke, Orchid Weeps and Dew" 5. An inch of lovesickness leads to countless emotions. There is no arrangement in the world& mdash;— Li Guan's "Butterfly Loves Flower in Spring Twilight" 6. Missing each other, looking forward to each other, but not getting close. For whom is the spring day& mdash;— Nalan Xingde's "Painting Hall Spring, Generation One, Two" 7. Thinking of a ruler is like flowing water, where is the time of poverty& mdash;— Xu Gan's "Room Thoughts" 8. Unexpectedly, if one cannot unite, they will fall in love& mdash;— Xia Wanchun's "Servant Operator Autumn Colors to Empty Boudoir" 9. A thousand gold coins buy like a poem, whose pulse is like this? Who can tell& mdash;— Xin Qiji's "How Much Wind and Rain Can You Resist by Catching Fish" 10. After parting in desolation, the two should be the same, most of all, there is no clear complaint in the bright moon& mdash;— Nalan Xingde's "Meeting Yu Meiren and Qu Lan Deep Again" 11. Plum snow, pear moon, total Acacia& mdash;— Zhang Huiyan's "Encountering Joy, Yearly Disappointment but Blossoming Period" 12. My temples are pitiful and blue, only for the sake of longing for old age& mdash;— Yan Jidao's "The Longest Dream of the Soul in Guanshan" 13. Watching Zhu Chengbi yearn one after another, haggard and fragmented, I am a memory of my lord& mdash;— Wu Zetian's "Ruyi Niang" 14. The spring in Jiangnan has broken its intestines, and the apples are full of people in Tingzhou& mdash;— Kou Zhun's "The Spring Waves in Jiangnan are Mysterious" 15. Floating clouds travel all day long, and wanderers never arrive& mdash;— Du Fu's "Two Dreams of Li Bai, Part Two"