How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
Ask me how much sorrow I have in my heart, just like the endless flow of water from the spring river to the east.
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Young mermaid
Nan Tang Li Yu
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?
The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the bright moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
How much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain.
How deep and how long is my sadness? Like misty rain and a stream of grass, like catkins floating in the wind, the plum rain in Huangshi is endless.
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Yuxia
Song He Zhu
Ling Bo didn't cross the pond road, but after reading it, Chen Fang left.
Who is the golden flower?
Qiao Yue Garden, a bamboo building with locked windows, is only called Spring.
Feiyun Ran Ran passed away at dusk and wrote a new heartbreaking sentence with crayons.
How much leisure do you have?
Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain.
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy.
Flying flowers dance lightly, like a dream, and the drizzle falls, just like my endless sorrow.
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Huanxisha, the small building is lonely and cold.
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With a chill, alone in the small building, the morning is cool and dreary, as if it were late autumn.
Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint.
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy.
Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
Just looking at the phrase "white hair is three thousands of feet", I don't understand how white hair can be three thousands of feet long. When I read the next sentence "Sorrow is as long as sorrow", I suddenly understood that the "three thousands of feet" with white hair was born of sorrow and grew up because of sorrow.
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Song Pu of Autumn
Tang Libai
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
I'm just worried that the grasshopper-like boat in Shuangxi can't carry so much sadness.
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Wuling Spring Festival Gala
Song liqing Zhao
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes.
I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow.
Scissors keep cutting for unknown reasons. What makes people feel confused is the sadness of national subjugation!
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Meet, go to the west wing alone, nothing to say.
Nan Tang Li Yu
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook.
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow.
It's not just the general taste.
Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then.
Just like I stare into the distance, from now on, I will add a new worry that I look forward to returning every day.
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Memory of oral sex on Phoenix platform
Song liqing Zhao
Leon: The box.
The fragrance is cold and golden. When it turns red, get up and comb your hair. Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook. I am afraid that I will leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything. New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn.
Do not rest. If you go back, it's hard to stay even if you read "Yangguan" a thousand times. Read Wu Lingren, smoke locks Qin Lou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then.
The bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
This sentence means that the poet can't sleep at night because he is worried about traveling. The moonlight is bright and the night upstairs is beautiful, but don't lean against the railing and look out alone. Just a little disappointed. Want to drown my sorrows in wine. Wine will turn into lovesick tears.
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Su Muzhe's nostalgia
Song Fan Zhongyan
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves.
The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.