The most memorable thing in the world must be love. But the world may not be completely unsatisfactory, not every encounter can have a happy ending, not all know and love each other, and finally can stay together for the rest of their lives. When love has become a thing of the past, how much is difficult to reconcile! The ancients wrote love into poetry, where there is both the joy of seeing each other and the lingering of love, but there will also be the pain and grievance of losing love.
If life is only like the first sight, what autumn wind and sorrow paint fan.
Waiting for idleness to become the old people's hearts, but the old people's hearts are changeable.
Lishan language strikes midnight, and the tears and rain ring bells will not complain at all.
How to be bo lucky Jinyi Lang, than the wings and branches of the day wish.
--Qing Naranjande, "Magnolia , Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words Cambodian Friends"
I want to go back to the time when I first met, sweet and warm, and deeply in love with each other. You and I should have loved each other, so why did we go our separate ways? It's like a fan in the autumn wind, abandoned in a corner by time. You change easily, but you say that people are easy to change their minds. Emperor Tang Ming and Yang Yuhuan had sworn to live and die in the Hall of Eternal Life, but they never parted ways and did not resent. But where can you compare to Emperor Tang Ming, at least he and Yang Yuhuan have always had the vow of a winged bird and a lizhi.
Losing a lover, it is as if life has also lost its color, and everything becomes meaningless.
The water streaks are precious and leisurely, and the best period of a thousand miles is a night off.
From then on, he had no heart to love a good night, and let him go down to the West Building under the bright moon.
--Tang Li Yi, "Writing Love"
Lying on the exquisite bamboo mat, the thoughts are leisurely, and the long-awaited date has failed. From then on, I never had the heart to enjoy the beautiful scenery of that good day, even if it was under the bright moon, the West Building could not be lowered.
The loss of love makes people sad and painful.
The grass remembers Wang Sun, and the soul of Liu Wailou is broken in the sky.
Du Yu's voice could not bear to hear.
To dusk, the rain hit the pear blossom deep closed door.
- Song Li Chongyuan, "Remembering Wang Sun Chunzi"
The grass in late spring reminds people of wang sun who has never returned from a long journey, and the pavilion outside the willow tree is high, and she looks at it all day long, worried and sad. The cuckoo bird's mournful cry was unbearable. It will be dusk, the wind and rain will blow pear blossoms, and the boudoir door in the deep courtyard will be closed. How could she bear this scene!
Who can give up love? Born with a stupid heart.
Cold rain window can not be heard, pick the lamp idle to see the peony pavilion.
There are also people in the world who are as delusional as me, and it is XiaoQing who is sad alone.
——Ming Feng Xiaoqing, "Title Peony Pavilion"
The cold rain knocked on the dark window, making people unbearable to listen, and the poet idly read "Peony Pavilion" under the light. She was very touched, it turned out that there are people in this world who are as infatuated as me, and it is not only me who is sad for love. She blended into the book and resonated with the characters, inside and outside the book, she was so crazy, love is both desirable and how much sorrow it brings!
From ancient times to the present, beautiful love will inevitably be affected by reality, and even trampled on, losing love, making people feel painless, but helpless.
The princes and grandchildren followed in the footsteps of the queen, and the green beads were dripping with tears.
As soon as Houmen entered the sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby.
- Don CuiJiao, The Gift of a
The noble princes chased after them, and the beautiful woman's tears rippled and stained the scarf. Once you enter the deep sea-like Houmen, you are completely broken from the past, and your former sweetheart has become a stranger, how can it not be heartbreaking?
How many stories have been dusted by time, but they cannot block a person's thoughts.
A few times the flowers sat under the blowpipe, and the silver and red walls entered the distance.
It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is shining in the middle of the night.
Lingering thoughts exhaust the cocoon, like a heartbreak peeled banana.
In March and May of three or five years, the poor cup of wine never disappeared.
- Qing Huang Jingren, "Qi Huai"
How many times have you sat under the flowers and trees, blowing the whistle alone, separated by a wall, but as far away as the Milky Way. Tonight's stars seem to be the same as last night's, and for whom am I standing alone in the cold of the night? The lingering acacia is like a cocoon that has been stripped of silk threads, and the scarred heart is like a banana that has been peeled. Every time on the night of the full moon over the years, I can't help myself because I miss you, so I have to drink to dispel my sorrows, but I am even more worried!
People in ancient times would always spend their whole lives loving a person and missing a person.
I have some thoughts, separated from each other in the distance.
I felt something, knotted in a deep intestine.
The countryside is far away, and there is no day without looking.
The intestines are deeply dissolved, and there is no night to think about it.
In this case, he stayed alone in the empty hall at night.
Autumn is unknown, and the wind and rain are in the sky.
If you don't learn the Dharma, your former mind will be forgotten.
- Don Bai Juyi, "Night Rain"
The people I miss, in distant places, I have things that I can't let go of, and I have been buried in my heart. Although the distance was too far to reach, he missed her all the time. Not to mention living alone in this empty room on a dimly lit night! Autumn has not yet arrived, but the wind and rain are thick, if I don't learn the Dharma of the ascetics, how can I forget the past?
Not afraid of lost love, not afraid of hardships, afraid that the other party does not have themselves in their hearts. As long as the hearts are together, nothing is a problem.
The crescent moon song is like an eyebrow, and there is no sense of reunion.
The red beans were unbearable, and their eyes were full of tears.
Splitting peaches all day long, people in the heart.
Two partition wall flowers, morning and evening into a continuous reason.
--Song Zhao Yanduan, "Sheng Cha Zi Crescent Moon Song Ru Mei"
The crescent moon is bent like an eyebrow, and it has no meaning of consummation. I didn't dare to look at the red beans representing acacia, and my eyes were already full of acacia tears. Splitting walnuts all day, I have a crush on my heart. Two small flowers that bloom across the wall will eventually form a connection. Although he lost love, he did not give up and still held hope.
Love, the most afraid is vague, to say break up clearly, if you don't love, don't give me fantasies.
Yang Liu Qing QingJiang level, smell the Lang River on the song.
The sun rises in the east and the rains in the west, and the road is clear but sunny.
--Tang Liu Yuxi, "Bamboo Branch Words Two Songs".
The shore is green with willows, the river is calm and open, and suddenly I hear the sound of my sweetheart singing on the riverside. The woman's heart is full of mixed feelings, there is such a time of weather, the east is out of the sun, but the west is drifting rain, said that there is no "sunny", but there is still "sunny"!
The matter of love, which cannot be demanded, is to pay attention to fate, if there is no reason, go away, it is not necessarily a bad thing.
Embroidered rain and flowers she is self-satisfied, red face riding bamboo I have no chance.
Knowing that it is difficult to enter without fate, dare to compete with Yang Hua swallow?
- Ming Shen Zhou, "Wing Curtain"
Every man has his own fate, and this poem is a metaphor for man with objects. Bamboo curtain envies the ease of Yanghua swallow, but also understands that some things can not be completed by hard work, there is no fate, the twisted melon is not sweet, whether it has flowers and rain, it is red face riding bamboo, why bother to get things that do not belong to them? Look away a little, and you will be relieved.
Love is two-way, and a person's bitter support will only make themselves more miserable.
I would have illuminated the moon with my heart, but the moon would have shone in the ditch.
Falling flowers intentionally follow the flowing water, and the flowing water has no intention of falling flowers.
- Yuan Gaoming, "The Pipa Chronicle"
I originally wanted to give a piece of my heart to Mingyue, but Mingyue was shining in the ditch. The falling flowers intend to follow the flowing water, but the flowing water is hurried, but it does not love the falling flowers!
A peaceful and friendly breakup can also be regarded as a kind of freedom, and from then on, one and two wide, each rejoicing.
The double paddles are flat and the green mountains are locked.
You come home and I come home, talking about how to live.
I don't think about it, you don't think about me.
Give your heart to me before, to others.
--Song Xie Zhi, "Bu Operator, Gifting Prostitutes"
The oars stopped paddling and the river became calm. The green mountains on both sides of the strait obscure the view, you go back to your home, I go back to my home, don't say live together anymore. I won't miss you, and you won't miss me. Give back to others the kindness you once had for me! Can the lost love be so calm, is it too much to love each other, or have you never loved?
Since ancient times, women have been in a weak position, once they have lost love, in addition to being sad, they are still sad, and they often become resentful, but there are always exceptions.
Thinking is in the great south of the sea.
He yong asked the widow, double beads tortoiseshell hairpin, with jade Shaozhi.
Wen Jun has his heart, and Raza destroys it.
Destroy it, when the wind blows its ashes.
From now on, don't miss each other, lovesickness and kinghood!
Chickens bark and dogs bark, brothers and sisters-in-law should know. Concubine!
The autumn wind suppresses the morning wind, and the east must be highly aware.
- Han Anon. "Some Thoughts"
The man I miss is in the south of the sea, don't ask me what gift I gave him, a tortoiseshell hairpin embellished with pearls, wrapped in jade. I heard that he had two hearts, so I broke this jade hairpin and smashed it and burned it, burned it to ashes, and raised the ashes in the wind. I swear: from now on, I will never think of you again, and I will only want to break up with you as soon as possible! You and I, the brother and sister-in-law of the family also know. Sadly, the autumn wind is so cold, and the chickens in the wind are so desolate. When the sunrise in the East comes, I should come out of my lost love!
In the treatment of feelings, when encountering good people, you can naturally entrust them wholeheartedly, if you encounter non-people, you should break it and stop it in time!
It is as snowy as the mountains, as bright as the moon between the clouds.
Wen Jun had two intentions, so he decided to break up.
Today's drinking party, Mingdangou water head.
On the ditch, the ditch water flows east and west.
Miserable and miserable, there is no need to cry when marrying.
May the people of one heart be one, and the white heads be inseparable.
Bamboo rod Ho Yuan Yuan, fish tail He Zhen Zhen!
The boy is heavy-minded, how to use a money knife for!
- Han Zhuo Wenjun, "White Head Yin"
Love should be as pure as snow on a mountain, as bright as the moon in the clouds. I heard that you have two hearts, so I have come to break with you. Today is the last meeting, tomorrow we will break up the ditch. I walked slowly along the ditch, and my past life was like a ditch, never to return. When marrying, there is no need to cry bitterly, but I only want to get a single-minded person who can grow old in vain. The love of men and women is as soft and long as a fishing rod, and as free and joyful as a fish jumping on the surface of the water. Boys should put affection first, and losing sincere love is something that no treasure can be exchanged for! What a dashing and wise woman.
Life is always forward, even if there is dissatisfaction, even if it is lost, it does not have to be entangled all the time.
The flowers are faded red and small apricots.
When the swallows fly, the green water people circle.
The willows on the branches blow little, and there is no grass at the end of the world.
Swing in the wall outside the wall,
Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people in the wall laughing.
Laughter fades away, but the amorous is ruthlessly annoyed.
--Song Sushi, "Butterfly Loves Flowers and Spring Scenes"
The spring flowers are withered, and small green apricots are on the branches. Swallows fly, and the clear water of the river surrounds the village. The willows on the branches were blown less and less, but there were lush herbs everywhere. Inside the wall, a young girl is swinging on a swing, and pedestrians outside the wall can hear it. The girl let out a beautiful laugh, and gradually the laughter disappeared, as if the amorous self had been hurt by the ruthless girl. Where there is no herb at the end of the world, why love a flower alone!
Along the way, the sea of people is vast, who does not crave good emotions? If you are lucky enough to tie the knot with the person you love, if you don't have a chance, those lost beauty is also worth cherishing, so hide it in your heart. When love is a thing of the past, pain and sadness once mercilessly devoured our hearts, and one day, when we finally come out, we will also be grateful for that time.
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.