Since ancient times, "amorous" seems to be synonymous with women. Because of the difference in physiology and social roles, coupled with the inferiority of men and women, men are more rational and calm, weighing the pros and cons in front of reality, and will not easily fall into the vortex of love, let alone long-term affection.
But there are always some infatuated boys, who also have a gentle heart, long-term love, obsessed with love, and wandering, and worrying, leaving a deep gaze in the poem, a emaciated figure, which makes people can't help but be touched and sighed.
Fishing in Green Bay spring, deep spring apricot blossom chaos.
The pond is clear and the water is shallow, and the lotus is moving and the fish are scattered.
Sunset waiting for lovers, WeiZhou green poplar shore.
--Tang Chu Guangxi, "Fishing Bay"
Men fish in the turquoise inlets of spring, the spring is deep, and the enchanting apricot blossoms are blowing down. The water is clear, which makes people suspect that the water is very shallow, and the lotus leaf drift is the fish swimming away in the water. The man had no intention of looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, nor did he come for fishing, it was already evening, and he waited anxiously for his sweetheart to tie the boat to the shore surrounded by green poplars. When will that person come? In the twilight of spring, everything was quiet, only his heart could not be hidden, and there was nowhere to hide his affection.
In the best years, I met the most beautiful youth of another person, and from then on, I can never forget her shadow.
Last year, in this door, the faces of people were peach blossoms.
People don't know where to go, and peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
- Tang Cui Hu, "Title Capital City Nanzhuang"
On the way to Beijing to catch the exam, the poet met a beautiful girl. On this day last year, in this small courtyard, peach blossoms bloomed enthusiastically, and the girl smiled like a flower, illuminating the whole world. From then on, wherever he went, the poet would think of her. Finally, after a year, he came to this courtyard again, and everything seemed to have not changed, the peach blossoms in the courtyard were still blooming so beautifully, but the girl who worried him was hiding like a hide-and-seek, and he could no longer find her. The peach blossom also lost its color, and he remembered the past helplessly, and every spring after that, he would think of her.
Because you love someone, you will fall in love with everything about her, even the whole world.
The spring mountains are about to be harvested, and the sky is faint and the stars are small.
The face of the remnant moon is bright, don't cry at dawn.
There are many words, but the emotions are not over, and I look back and say:
Remember the green luo skirt, everywhere pity the grass.
--Tang Niu Xiji, "Sheng Cha Zi Spring Mountain Smoke Wants to Harvest"
The thin smoke of spring is about to dissipate, the sky is faint, and the stars are sparse. The falling moon reflects on the face, and the tears ripple when parting. Too much has been said, but it is difficult to tell the truth. I have already left, but I still turned back and instructed: Remember that I am wearing a green luo skirt, and wherever I go, I must pity the grass on the side of the road. Yes, since there is love in the heart, everything in the world is the embodiment of the other party.
Two people who love each other, staying together day and night is naturally happy, if not, people are worried about their stomachs and look forward to an early reunion. The reunion of husband and wife is not only the wish of a woman, but also the expectation of a man.
There are few pedestrians at dusk, and the wind and snow are chaotic and the mountains are deep.
Try to say the scenery on the way, and you know that you are not in the heart.
--Song Kong Pingzhong, "Sending Inside"
The poet and his wife had just separated and embarked on a difficult journey alone, and he could not help but miss his wife and wrote to her about the situation on the road. It is dusk, there are few pedestrians on the road, deep in the mountains, the wind and snow are chaotic, and the road is cold, it is really difficult to walk. The poet thinks of his wife, and in the midst of this snowflake flying wildly, there is warmth, and there is a motivation to move forward, and it seems that it is not so difficult.
Separated from his wife, he can only travel back and forth with fish and geese. How much affection is in the letter.
The jun has not returned to the end of the period, and the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pool.
He Dang cut the candle in the west window together, but when it rained at night.
--Tang Li Shangyin, "Bashan Night Rain"
This family letter, in a family-like tone, does not say anything about thoughts, but the simple words are overflowing with emotion. You asked me when I would go back, and I couldn't say it well. Tonight it is raining on Bashan, and the water has filled the autumn pond. When I went back, I sat with you under the west window, talking and cutting candle flowers, talking about the night rain in Bashan. No matter how far away, no matter how big the wind and rain, can not block the two people who are together.
Separation, is heavy, and for men, too. A warm home and a loving partner are the eternal yearning.
The Red Chamber is not sad at night, and the incense lamp is half rolled in the fringed tent.
When the remnant moon went out, the beauty and tears.
Pipa golden feathers, yellow warbler on the string.
Persuade me to return home early, the green window people are like flowers.
- Tang Weizhuang, "Bodhisattva Man"
The night of the parting of the Red Chamber is melancholy, the aroma is intense, and the candlelight envelops the half-rolled fringe tent. The moon will fall, the sky will break, the poet is ready to go, and the beauty will send tears in her eyes. Before leaving, a song is played with a lute, and the lute pole is decorated with gold and green feathers, and the music is as clear and gentle as the cry of a yellow warbler. This is to persuade people to return early, and there are people waiting under the blue screen window! When the poet saw this, his heart dissolved, soft and painful, how could he be willing to go far?
In everyone's heart, there is an unforgettable memory, like the bright moonlight in the night, shining on the heart, but refusing to disappear.
After the dream, the platform is locked high, and the curtain hangs low.
Last year, when the spring hatred came, the falling flowers were independent, and the micro swifts flew twice.
I remember the first sight of Xiao Ping, two heavy heart words Luo Yi.
The lute strings say acacia. At that time, the bright moon was there, and the clouds had returned.
——Song Yan's "Linjiang Immortal Dream Back Building High Lock"
The poet had a dream, dreaming that the terrace was closed, but the door was closed, and when he woke up, the curtain was weakly hanging. In the old spring, hatred poured into the heart for no reason, and people stood in the spring when the flowers fell, the light rain was dyed, and the swallows flew in pairs. The poet remembered when he first met Xiao Ping, wearing a robe with two heavy words. She played the lute and whispered to her acacia, when the bright moon was still there, and once returned from her light and beautiful posture like a cloud. And now, in the moonlight, only the poet is alone sentimental, thinking in vain. The more beautiful the encounter, the more hurtful the separation.
How can the past be easily forgotten? When the love reaches the depths, it takes a lifetime to forget a person, a love affair.
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.
At 5 o'clock in March of the third year, the poor cup of wine did not disappear.
- Qing Huang Jingren, "Qi Huai"
The poet sat in the flowers many times to blow the whistle, and although the red wall where the beloved was close, it was so far away. Tonight's stars are no longer those of last night, and for whom do you stand for a long time in the middle of the night? The lingering emotions are like a cocoon that has exhausted the silk, and the heart that has been broken again and again is like a banana after peeling. The poet recalled the night of the full moon when she was fifteen years old, and she was like a world away, and she couldn't help but feel more hurt, only to keep drinking, maybe drunk, and she wouldn't be sad anymore.
Thoughts and affection make people entangled, condensed into endless sorrows, and cannot be exhausted.
Ling Bo is not hengtang road, but see, fang dust go.
Kinse NianHua who is with degrees, Moon Bridge Flower Courtyard, Trivial Window Zhuhu, only Spring Knowledge.
FeiYun Ran Ran Gao Twilight, color pen new title broken intestine sentence.
If you ask a little bit of idleness, a river of tobacco, full of wind, plum yellow when the rain.
——Song He Zhu, "Qingyu Case, Ling Bo But Hengtang Road"
The poet looked at her departing figure, her eyes closely followed, she did not walk through the Hengtang Road, leaving only a faint dust. The poet is sentimental, and who has spent this wonderful year with? It is in the flower courtyard by the bridge under the moon, in the flower window of zhumen. Only spring knows where she is. The clouds flew, the countryside will be twilight, and the poet picks up a colored pen and writes a poem with a broken intestine. If you ask me how much idleness there is, it is the endless tobacco, the willows flying all over the city, the continuous rain when the plums are yellow. This sorrow, there is no border and no end in sight!
The boy's affection is given to the woman he loves the most. However, the most helpless thing is that time is merciless, passing in a hurry, how many partings, can not stand too long to wait?
Reading the end of the world parting bitterly, not returning, zero flowers as promised.
The bottom of the flowers looked at each other without a word, and the green window was full of spring and sky.
Waiting to put the acacia lamp down, a wisp of new joy, a thousand strands of old hatred.
The most is that the human world cannot be retained, zhu Yan resigns the mirror flower and the tree.
——Qing Wang Guowei, "Butterfly Loves Flowers and Reads the End of the World to Parte from The Pain"
The poet has gone through the pain of parting at the end of the world, and finally returned, and the spring flowers have been lost. Remembering the separation at that time, the two stared wordlessly under the flowers, tears in their eyes. Today only the green window and spring remain. I wanted to talk about lovesickness under the lamp, but a little joy aroused more old sorrows. Alas, there is no more regrettable thing in the world than this, the red face in the mirror is no longer there, and the flowers on the branches have fallen.
The greatest pain in the world is the separation of yin and yang, and even meeting can only be in dreams.
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.
——Song Sushi, "Jiang Chengzi Yi Yi ZhengYue Twenty Night Dream"
The poet and his wife have been separated for a full decade, and it is finally unforgettable. The wife is alone in a thousand miles, where to go to tell the desolation of the heart? The poet thought, even if they met, they would not recognize it, and now I am covered with dust and my sideburns are like frost. Last night I suddenly dreamed back to my hometown, and you were dressing up in front of the window. Looking at each other silently, only tears are in line. I expect you to be cut off for me every year, on that moonlit night, on that pine hill. The person who loves the most can't work together to grow old, and people are tormented by longing.
The boy's affection is more silent and patient, and the boy has tears and does not flick, but when he is loved in his heart, he will also be vulnerable, sad, afraid of losing, and will go around in his thoughts, recalling every happy moment. Whether it is a gentle teenager or an old man who has experienced vicissitudes, there is always a place in that heart, sprinkled with beautiful moonlight.
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.