The daughter is sad because she has spent her youth in an empty boudoir; the daughter is sad because she regrets teaching her husband to look for a title; the daughter is happy because the color of her morning makeup is beautiful in the mirror; the daughter is happy because the spring clothes on the swing are thin.
April Story
The mountains are empty and the water is shimmering. Butterflies move and swallows whisper. Willows are green and peach blossoms are blooming.
She was laughing at it. The peach blossoms on the human face complement each other in red.
That year. Listen to songs on the street. The elegant meaning of the string song. Whoever is not your queen will not love you, and whoever is not your king will not marry you. So subtle, so exciting.
Year after year. The peach blossoms remain the same. Shinobu replaced his longing with a soft chant between his lips and teeth. It's okay to meet you. Don't come and miss you often. How many flowers have fallen in dreams?
One more year. Waiting means nothing. Lonely, the rain hits the window sill and wets the silk silk. The clatter of horseshoes is a sign of a passer-by stopping to ask questions, not a return visitor. It makes people feel haggard for you.
Now. Quietly open the window and dress in front of the mirror. Bright eyes, white teeth, beautiful face and colorful clothes. The secret fragrance fills the sleeves, and the joy is silent.
The beauty of April in this world is gone, and you will meet again when the flowers fall.
"Untitled"
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.
When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is attentive to visit
Since ancient times, a man has been ruthless, and his love and hatred are long and long. Tears
Meeting into a serene sea, how can I recognize the autumn solstice since I went boating, and the yellow flowers have fallen, I dress in the mirror without hiding my tired face, and recall the joy of the past
Sighing that now love is empty and people are empty
The maple leaves all over the mountain are dressed in red,
just like a woman marrying her son.
When the moon is full and the beauty is beautiful,
The beauty in the cold palace sheds tears.
Guarding the room alone in the empty palace,
Sighing while dressing in the mirror,
The beautiful girl is still beautiful,
unparalleled appearance Who rewards?
--Danyun. "Qiu'e"