Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, the solitary phoenix tree is deep in the courtyard, and the autumn is locked.
It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.
Li Qingzhao's Dream.
Last night, the wind was sparse and the rain was sudden, so I slept soundly without consuming wine.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Li Qingzhao's Dream.
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering.
When I am happy, I will go back to the boat at night and walk into the depths of the lotus.
How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
Lu You's Confessions
When Wanli sought to seal Hou, he kept Liangzhou alone. Where is the dream of closing the river, the dust darkens the old mink and fur.
The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry. Who had expected this life, the heart is in Tianshan, and the old is in Cangzhou.
Su Shi's divination symbol
When the moon is short and the trees are sparse, people are quiet first. Who will see you alone, dimly discernible and lonely.
Startled but turned back, no one could save, the cold branches refused to live, and the lonely sandbar was cold.
Lu You's Operator
Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. It's dusk. I'm alone, and it's stormy.
I have no intention of striving for spring, and all the people are jealous, scattered into mud and crushed into dust, but the fragrance remains the same.
Zhang Ji's Guazhou on the Moon
How worried is Jiangtou to see the new autumn again? Where is China?
Heroes hate, ancient and modern tears, and water flows eastward. Only the fishing rod and the bright moon go to Guazhou.
Xin Qiji's ugly slave
Teenagers don't know the taste of worry, fall in love with the floor, fall in love with the floor, and insist on saying worry for assigning new words.
Now I know the taste of sadness, and I want to talk about it, but I want to talk about it, but it is a cool autumn.
Li Chi Ngai's "Arithmetic Operator"
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. Only the original gentleman, like me, will live up to his homesickness.
He Zhu's "Sheng Bang Qi"
The anvil is bright, the pestle is neat, and the pounding is tears.
It's thousands of miles away to Yumenguan, but the people guarding the border are still in Kansai.