The most affectionate nine song poems, no matter how busy you are, you have to memorize it!

The most helpless love, poor white happened.

"Breaking the Line: Giving Chen Tongfu a Strong Word to Send"

Xin abandons the disease

Drunk, he picked up the lamp to look at the sword, and dreamed of blowing back to the horn and camp.

Eight hundred miles under the command of the hot,

Fifty strings of overturned foreign sounds, battlefield autumn point soldiers.

Lu of the horse was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt.

but the king of the world,

Win the posthumous name, poor white happened.

The saddest love is that next year will be better spent, and I don't know who to share with.

"Surf and Sand"

Ouyang Xiu

Toast the wine to the east wind, and calm down together.

Weeping Yang Zi Mo Luo City East.

It was always hand in hand at that time, swimming all over the fangs.

Gathering and scattering suffering, this hatred is endless.

This year's flowers are better than last year's red.

Unfortunately, next year will be better spent, who do you know with?

The most lingering love, the curtain rolls in the west wind, people with yellow flowers thin.

"Drunken Flower Yin"

Li Qingzhao

Mist thick clouds sorrow eternal day,

Rui Brain Pin Golden Beast.

Festive season and heavy sun,

Jade pillow yarn kitchen, cool in the middle of the night.

After the East Hedge put the wine at dusk,

There are dark scented sleeves.

Mo Dao does not lose his soul,

The curtain rolls in the west wind, and the person is thinner than the yellow flower.

The loneliest love, even if there are a thousand styles, who to say?

Raining Bells

Liu yong

Chilling and miserable,

For the long pavilion late, the rain first rested.

The capital tent is drunk,

Nostalgia, Lan Zhou urged.

Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thoughts go, a thousand miles of smoke,

The twilight is deep and the sky is wide.

Amorous parting from ancient wounds,

More that can be, snubbed the Autumn Festival!

Where is the wine awake tonight?

Willow shore, dawn wind and moon.

This past year should be a good day and a good scene.

Even if there are a thousand styles, who to say?

The most open-minded love is a smoke and rain in life.

"Fixing the Storm"

Su shi

Don't listen to the sound of leaves beating through the forest,

Why not groan and walk.

Bamboo cane mango shoes light victory over horses,

Who is afraid?

A cloud of smoke and rain is a life of peace.

The steep spring breeze blows wine awake,

Slightly cold, the mountain head obliquely illuminated.

Looking back at the place where it has always been,

When you go back, there is no wind or rain or sunshine.

The most touching love, if the two feelings are long, they are in the twilight of the dynasty.

Queqiao Immortal

Qin Guan

The clouds are clever, the flying stars are hateful,

Silver Han is full of darkness.

Golden wind and jade dew meet,

Victory over the world is innumerable.

Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams,

Bear with the Queqiao back road.

If the two loves are long,

And in the twilight of the dynasty.

The most heroic love, to start from the beginning, to clean up the old mountains and rivers, towards the sky.

"Man Jiang Hong"

Yue Fei

Boil over

Rest in the rain.

Look up at the eyes, look up at the sky and scream, and be fierce.

Thirty meritorious deeds of dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons.

Mo waited for idle, white teenager's head, empty and sad.

Jing Kang shame, Yu WeiXue;

When will the courtiers hate, when will they be extinguished?

Drive a long car and step through the Helan Mountain.

Zhuangzhi was hungry for meat and laughed about thirsting for The blood of the Huns.

Wait to start from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.

The most joyful love, suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dimmed.

"Qingyu Case: New Year's Eve"

Xin abandons the disease

Flowers and trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blowing down, the stars like rain.

BMW carved car fragrant road.

The sound of the phoenix vibrates, the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

Moth snow willow golden wisps. Laughter filled the dark incense.

The multitudes looked for him a thousand times.

Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dimmed.

The most lonely love, a thousand miles of lonely graves, nowhere to say desolate.

"Jiang Chengzi"

Su shi

Ten years of life and death are vague, not thinking, unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to say desolate.

Even if they do not know each other, they are full of dust and sideburns.

At night, the ghost dream suddenly returned home, the small window, is grooming.

There are no words for each other, but there are thousands of tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the night of the bright moon, and the short Matsuoka.

The most optimistic love, small curtain wine to see plum blossoms, dreaming of Lin Kui mountain.

《Xijiang Moon, Winter Solstice》

Wu Wenying

Tim thread embroidery bed people tired, turning incense curtain smoke oblique.

Five more drum noble family, outside the door Xiao Han hissed horses.

The hat presses half the brim towards the snow, and the mirror opens the spring sun.

The small curtain sells wine to see the plum blossoms, and dreams of Lin Kui under the mountain.