New Edition of Original Ancient Poetry ‖ Modern "Grievance Poems"
Friends
A parting hometown, two places miss each other.
I only said that I had been out for three or four months, but who knew that five or six years had passed.
Seven-colored rainbow, traveling through time and space, like a dream.
Octagonal pavilions, picking up the steps, nostalgic.
Nine-curved star bridge, spring heart ripples, shape and shadow follow.
Ten miles long pavilion, Qingqing me and me, affectionate.
Hundred Thoughts,
A thousand thoughts,
Helpless to complain about the husband.
A thousand words cannot be said,
Mixed feelings.
Ten fingers clasped, hearts and hands close, love to whiteheads.
Nine heavy yang, ascending to the far horizon, close to the end of the world, on the side of the water.
In August, the mid-autumn moon is full of sorrow, and it is impossible to give it to you, and you still sleep in a good period.
When is Tanabata? In the middle of the water, the pulse is silent.
The June sun is like a fire, and people chill my heart.
May cherries are red and salivating, but I am tasteless;
In April, the butterflies dance and beep, the swallows murmur, and the faint sadness arises.
In March, the peach blossoms bloom, the lonely fang is self-congratulatory, and the falling flowers have no intention of drifting with the wind.
Spring flowers bloom in February, weeping willow branches hang emeralds, and I lack Yaxing to appreciate.
ay! Husband, if you can reincarnate in the next life, you will come to me as a man for a woman.
(2022.1.28 Imitation of the Western Han Zhuo Wenjun * grievance lang poem * and composed, picture from the Internet)
Attached: Grievance poems
Western Han Dynasty Zhuo Wenjun
After a farewell,
The two places are hanging together,
Although it is March or April,
Who knows for five or six years,
Seven-stringed piano, heartless playing,
The Book of Eight Elements, Unquestionable,
Nine consecutive rings, broken from them,
Ten miles long pavilion, looking at the eyes to wear,
Bai Si thought,
Thousand Thoughts,
Helpless to blame Lang.
A thousand words can not be finished,
Hundred boring lai ten column,
Heavy nine ascended to see the lone goose,
August Mid-Autumn Moon is not round,
In july and a half, with candles burning incense asked the heavens,
In June, everyone shakes my heart cold,
In May, the pomegranate is like a fire, and it is met with cold rain to water the flower,
In April, the pipa is not yellow, and I want to be distracted by the mirror,
In a hurry, the Peach Blossoms in March turn with the water,
Drifting zero, February kite line broken,
Oh, Lang Ya Lang, I wish in the next life, you come for the woman and I am the man.
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