Butterfly Lovers (Song Dynasty) Liu Yong leans on a dangerous building, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. Who can rely on silence in the afterglow of grass smoke? I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
When you are sad, you will find blue sky and yellow land.
Loneliness and sadness, but also self-dispatch, self-control sadness.
Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.
The wind blows the sky and waves attract you. Just smile and don't worry.
The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.
Where to synthesize sadness? Leave people's hearts to autumn.
Overlooking the Yokooka River, far away in front of Wan Li Sorrow Hall.
Huzhou Ci (Yuan) Zhang Yumen is a Nong family, and Langruo has tea when he is free. Build a house with a loess wall and a bauhinia tree in front.
The lost lover gave the slave a fan, with water on one side and mountains on the other. The painted mountain is really beautiful, and the water is winding. The mountain is near the water. The mountain must leave unless there is a landslide and water is cut off!
Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. Don't have a taste in my heart.
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away.
Jiangling urgently sends more than a thousand maple leaves, and the river bridge is shaded by dusk sails. Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
Jiangnan Qu (Tang Dynasty) Li Yi Since I married a merchant in Qutang, he has been breaking his promise day by day. If I thought the tide was so regular, I might choose a boy by the river.
Ancient jade in Jiangnan District (Tang Dynasty) occasionally went to the river to collect white glutinous rice, and also competed with her female companion as a river god. I dare not express my heart in front of everyone, secretly throw money and ask my distant husband's voice.
Jiangnan Tour (Tang Dynasty) Zhangchao Xiwan leaves rotten, lotus seeds still open. Dreams never leave the river, and people preach the phoenix mountain lang.
Two sad poems on the river: on the river, Weng opens the door and breaks the grass to open the door. I only worry about my children, but I don't feel old. The grass by the river has withered stems and leaves. That would be great. There is no cold wave every night.
Adding water to the river will make sadness fuller, straighter and farther.
Under the steps of moss mangroves, the moon is sad in the rain.
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