Sad love stories. Do you know any sad love stories?

Life is like the first time! How nice it would be if everything stayed at the first meeting! Behind the ancient poems, there are many love stories with beautiful encounters and sad endings. Let's take a look at those sad love stories in ancient poems!

Night rain

I miss a person, far away from home.

I felt something, and it was deeply rooted in my intestines.

I can't be far away from home, and I don't look forward to it every day.

I can't solve the problem in depth and don't think about it every night.

What's more, I stayed alone in the empty hall this evening.

Autumn is unknown, rain and dust.

If you don't learn Buddhism, you can forget your peace of mind.

I have someone I miss deeply, but I am separated in a different place.

I feel something, but it's buried deep in my heart.

My hometown is too far away for me to go home. Not a day goes by without looking at it.

I feel sad and depressed, but I have nowhere to solve it. I never stop thinking day and night.

My future seems to be confused and hopeless, and I can only stay alone in this empty house.

Autumn hasn't come yet, but it's already stormy.

If you don't learn the Dharma of an ascetic monk, you will never forget the past!

This poem was written in the sixth year of the Tang Dynasty (AD 8 1 1). The poem runs through Bai Juyi's elegant style. By describing the scene of the storm at night, the poet expressed his sincere yearning for Xiangling, an oriental woman, in straightforward language. Bai Juyi was forty when he wrote this poem.

Bai Juyi was originally from Taiyuan, but was born in Xinzheng, Henan. Bai Juyi 1 1 years old, in order to escape the war in his hometown, his family moved to Xuzhou R&F. Here, Bai Juyi met Xiangling, a woman next door who is four years younger than him. Two childhood friends, two little guesses. Xiang Ling is a lively and lovely girl who can sing and dance well. When Bai Juyi 19 years old, she praised Xiangling in the poem Neighbor:

Have a graceful demeanour fifteen wins the fairy, and Chang 'e dries the lotus in the daytime.

Where can I teach parrots to learn to talk? Embroidered bed under screen window.

I thought everything would be fine, and all shall be well, jack shall have Jill, but Bai Juyi's mother didn't like Xiangling's humble origins and resolutely refused to accept Xiangling.

In the winter of Zhenyuan's ninth year, 22-year-old Bai Juyi's mother was forced to follow her father to Xiangyang. White mother thought that parting could break this relationship, but she didn't expect that separation would make two people who love each other miss each other more. On the way, Bai Juyi missed Xiangling hard and wrote three poems for her to commemorate Xiangling, Cold Sleeping Night and Sauvignon Blanc.

Jixiang ling

Cold eyes and tears, turn back every time you get higher.

If you know from a distance that you are not in the West Building, you have to lean against the railing and worry alone.

cold night

It's so cold in the middle of the night that I can't sleep alone.

The incense in the cage burns out, and the tears in the towel turn into ice.

Cherish the shadow and keep the light on all night.

Endless desire

The west wind rises in September, and the moonlight is frosty.

The autumn night is long and the soul rises for nine nights.

In February, the east wind comes and the grass opens.

I miss you late in spring, and my intestines go back nine times a day.

My concubine lives in the north of Luo Qiao and your husband lives in the south of Luo Qiao.

We met at the age of fifteen, and we are twenty-three this year.

Like a radish, born by the pine tree.

The vine's short branches are bitter and tall, and its back cannot move.

People say that people have a wish and it will come true.

Willing to be a distant beast, step by step.

I would like to be an old tree in the mountains, with branches connected.

In the sixteenth year of Zhenyuan, 29-year-old Bai Juyi was admitted to the Jinshi and returned to Fuzhou for nearly 10 months. He earnestly proposed to his mother, but she refused. How can an official's family marry a civilian's daughter? Bai Juyi reluctantly left home and went to Beijing again to take the official election exam. Since then, Bai Juyi wrote poems for Xiangling:

Hu Aixiang Ling in winter solstice night.

There is no reason to look at beauty, and it is cold and unfriendly.

What is the longest night? Everyone sleeps alone.

Autumn feels far away.

The melancholy season is late, and the two feelings are thousands of miles apart.

From the place you care about, the courtyard trees are in the autumn wind.

Yan Ying moved to the flank and sold the cluster to Hui.

Ritual and the age of Fang, prison fell twenty percent empty.

fire

If you want to forget, you have no reason to go.

Axillary has no wings and hair is hollow.

Sit down and see the new fallen leaves, the tallest building on the line.

The color is boundless and the eyes are full of sorrow.

But his mother stubbornly insisted on her feudal concept, forbidding him to meet Xiangling and never mentioning Xiangling again. If he can't marry his lover, Bai Juyi will refuse to marry. Until the age of 37, under the pressure of his mother's death, Bai Juyi was introduced to marry his colleague's sister Yang. But until Yuanhe was forty years old in seven years, he still wrote poems for Miss Xiangling, such as Rain in the Night and Sense of Mirror.

Sensing mirror

The beauty said goodbye to me and left the mirror in the box.

Now that the flowers have gone, there is no hibiscus in autumn water.

I haven't opened the box for years, and the red ai is bronzed.

Wipe off today and look haggard.

According to the heavy melancholy, I returned with a pair of dragons.

Yuan and ten years, 45 years old, Bai Juyi was demoted to Jiangzhou. On the way, Bai Juyi met the wandering Xiangling father and daughter. He and Xiangling wept bitterly and wrote the poem "Meet Old":

( 1)

I comb my hair and white hair to add new hatred, and you sweep the worm to reduce the old face.

It should be strange and melancholy to be next to others, and teenagers will meet each other when they leave.

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When we meet again after a long separation, all doubts are dreams.

Even today's happy things are empty again.

He made a final farewell with Xiangling, full of pain, and wrote a deeply grieved "Potential Points":

Don't cry, dive.

Nothing to say, dark acacia.

No one knows outside the heart.

A lone bird locks a deep cage at night, and a sword breaks branches in spring.

Although the river is cloudy and sunny, aconite is black and white.

There is only seclusion and dark separation, and there is no end to each other.

Later, 53-year-old Bai Juyi returned to Beijing from his post in Hangzhou, and went to R&F to visit Xiangling on the way. Unfortunately, the neighbor's daughter has long been hard to find. It was not until he was in his sixties that Bai Juyi passed Lifu again. He wrote sadly, "After thirty years, the lonely boat will return." One of them said, "I cried and worried about my temple. Today, 20% of it was set on fire." Perhaps this is Bai Juyi's imagination of Xiangling at the moment. He must still miss him, but both of them are gray.

feel

The longest weeping willow in western Anhui was once blown by the spring breeze all day.

I can't bear to climb up and down, but I can still see it.

In October of the second year of Tang Dahe (AD 828), 26-year-old Du Mu arrived in Shen Chuanshi, Hongzhou as an adjutant. Shen Chuanshi is a famous calligrapher, and he is also called "Shenzhou VI" with Liu Gongquan. At that time, Shen Chuanshi was appointed as an observer in Jiangxi. Du Mu and Shen Chuanshi are family friends. Du Mu is the grandson of Du You, the former prime minister of the Tang Dynasty. Shen Chuanshi was highly valued by Du You when he was young. Shen Chuanshi appreciates Du Mu very much. Du Mu is also a frequent visitor to Shen Chuanshi's home and often goes to Shen Chuanshi's home for dinner. During this period, Du Mu met Zhang, a famous prostitute in Huzhou.

At that time, Du Mu was unmarried, charming and talented, while Zhang Hao was beautiful and intelligent, and both sides loved each other and were mutual.

In Tu Mu's later poem "Zhang", Zhang described it like this:

You are Yu Zhangshu, and you have more than thirteen talents.

Green phoenix has a tail, and Dan Mianlian contains dragonflies.

..............

Jade full moon, beautiful spring.

Crimson lips are getting lighter and lighter, and the clouds turn to Xu Xu.

They are boating in the lake, holding the sunset, brilliant and beautiful, with infinite natural scenery.

However, three years later, Du Mu was hired by Niu Senru, and our Huainan our time was taken as the chief of staff. When leaving, Du Mu wrote "Farewell":

13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.

In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.

However, his younger brother Shen Shushi took a fancy to Zhang and soon took her as a concubine. As a famous prostitute in the Shen Chuanshi family, Zhang Hao could not control her own destiny, and left a poem when she got married:

Lonely lights and the waning moon are accompanied by leisure worries, and I am sad for autumn several times.

There is no reward in the Old Testament, so thank you for your love.

Du Mu was very sad when he saw this poem later. He rushed to Huzhou to see him overnight. Who knows, Zhang knows the crime of marriage and doesn't want to meet each other. Du Mu stayed in Huzhou for several days and had to go home sadly. A few years later, Zhang Hao and Du Mu never met again.

Give Shen Yi a singer.

In those days, Lang taught singers.

When it breaks, it cracks jade lightly, and when it closes, it smokes far away.

Lonely and straight clouds are fixed, and the light falls round.

Love is late and anxious, and hate is long.

Spring breeze rises from Wuyuan, and wine hangs on the river bridge.

You are even more drunk, and your home is close to Ling Du.

Until the autumn of the ninth year of Tang Dahe (AD 835), Du Mu was thirty-three years old. He went from Yangzhou to Chang 'an as the censor and worked in Luoyang, the eastern capital. At this time, Shen Chuanshi died at the age of 59. It is said that Shen Chuanshi is an honest official. After his death, he had no money to sell the coffin, so he had to sell the house for money.

Unexpectedly, in Luoyang city, Du Mu saw Zhang again. After Zhang married Shen Shushi in Xuanzhou, he was abandoned and lived in Luoyang, where he worked as a liquor seller. The two met unexpectedly and were very excited. "Blame me me for what, young white beard? Are friends going to travel today? Can there be more camels? " Zhang asked Du Mu why it was so difficult, why the young man turned white and his friends were still there? Can you hold on to this depressing day? I completely forgot my misfortune. Du Mu didn't say why Zhang fell into the well in his poem. They just looked at each other silently, and then burst into tears.

Du Mu died at the age of 50. According to unofficial history's records, after Zhang heard about it, he went to Chang 'an to worship without telling his family. Thinking of this year's situation, he was heartbroken and committed suicide in front of Du Mu's tomb.

Chai Feng-Red Crisp Hand

Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow.

The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years.

No, no, no.

Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.

Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.

Mo, Mo, Mo!

In your rosy and crisp hands, you hold a cup full of yellow wine.

The city is full of spring scenery, but you are as far away as the palace wall.

How hateful the spring breeze is, blowing the joy so thin.

Full of sadness, life is bleak after leaving for a few years.

In retrospect, I can only sigh: wrong, wrong, wrong!

Spring remains the same, but people are haggard and emaciated.

Tears washed away the rouge on my face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs.

Peach blossoms were blown off by the wind and sprinkled on cold ponds and pavilions.

The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered.

Looking back, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!

Lu You was brilliant since he was a child. He studied under Mao Dezhao, Han Yougong, Lu Yanyuan and others. At the age of twelve, he was able to write poems. Due to the merits of his elders, he was elegantly awarded the post of Deng Shi Lang. Lu You's cousin Tang Wan, whose name is Huixian, is an only child sentenced in Zhengzhou. She grew up quiet and graceful, and she was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The two were childhood friends. With the growth of age, a lingering feeling gradually breeds in their hearts. Tang Wan is brilliant, good at writing lyrics and poetry, and proficient in melody. She was also a talented woman who was famous at that time. They often pour out their hearts through poems, and they sing in pairs and together, which is beautiful.

When Lu You was twenty years old, Lu Jia took a beautiful heirloom Feng Chai as collateral and got engaged to Tang Jia.

Lu You failed in the imperial examinations twice before she got married. One year before marriage. Because of the imperial examination, parents think that Lu You is not young, so it is better to get married first. After marriage, Lu You should naturally study with peace of mind.

However, shortly after their marriage, Tang mother found that Lu You was not only inattentive in reading, but more playful than before marriage. She spent all day in the room with Tang Wan, reciting poems and painting, completely forgetting the imperial examinations.

Father's career is not smooth and he has been doing nothing at home for a long time. The hope of rejuvenating Lujia is completely pinned on Lu You.

After two years of marriage, Tang Wan failed to add Ding to Lujia, which made Lu mother even more angry.

Therefore, Tang Wan has two major crimes: making Lu You tired of the imperial examination and affecting his official career; After three years of marriage, she can't have children and carry on the family line.

Less than three years after Tang Wan went through the door, Lu's mother ordered her son to drive Tang Wan away and drive him out of Lujia.

Lu you is a scholar who grew up reading sage books, and the three cardinal guides and five permanent members go deep into the bone marrow. His mother's life is like an imperial edict, and he dare not disobey it.

A few months later, under the arrangement of his mother Tang, Lu You married Wang, who was also an official's family, and Tang Wan married royalty.

A few years later, Lu You went to Shenyuan, where he met his former lover Tang Wan. At this time, Tang Wan married Zhao Shicheng, a scholar in the same county. The two men looked at each other, old feelings welled up in their hearts, but there were no words. After Tang Wan left, Lu You wrote Hairpin Phoenix. The "red brittle hand" on the wall of Shenyuan: wrong, wrong, wrong! Mo, Mo, Mo! A few sighs!

After writing this poem, Lu You went home drunk.

"Chai feng. Red brittle hand "finally reached Tang Wan's hand, and Tang Wan was so sad that he remembered the past and wrote a poem" Hairpin Phoenix "to match it:

The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late.

The wind is dry, the tears are residual,

If you have to worry, just say it alone. Difficult, difficult, difficult!

People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away.

The horn is cold and the night is hazy.

I am afraid that others will ask questions, and I cry with joy. Hide, hide, hide? "

Shortly after writing Hairpin Phoenix, a generation of beautiful women Tang Wan died of depression.

In a flash, decades have passed, and Lu You is already an old man. When Lu You returned to Shenyuan again, he was very sad when he saw everything in front of him. He couldn't help but write down Shen Yuan's poem again:

The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.

This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death!

spring outing

The flowers of Shenjiayuan are like brocade, and I knew half of them that year.

I also believe that beauty will eventually become soil, and it is too late to dream.

At the age of 84, the year before his death, Lu You revisited Shenyuan. The spring scenery in front of us is still full of flowers. At this time, Tang Wan has been dead for more than 40 years, and you can't hide. Your shadow is all over the world. Weng Fang, in his eighties, wrote his last poem about Tang Wan.

Life is like the first time! Without those obstacles, can they still maintain the beauty of their initial love and last forever? Maybe no one can say for sure!

Some love, like fireworks, is doomed to be fleeting. Although it is short-lived, it is strong and sincere. Even if the spark is instantaneous, it is still dazzling.

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