Dong qingyuankai
The crescent moon bends its bow, the black magpie bridge rings, and the clouds [the car is closed] (this is a word that can't be typed) are silvery.
There is no shower head in the sky, and forgetting is even more disabled.
Don't let it go. When it's hard to see, tears will fall.
Some people hesitate to be independent.
If it is true once a year, it is better than the world.
This is a description of the beauty of the meeting between the cowherd and the weaver girl, reflecting the sadness of some lovers in the world meeting after a long separation.
Yidijing
Song Liu Yong
The thin pillow is cold, and it feels like parting at first.
It's colder to get up and sleep.
After all, I can't sleep, and the night is as long as years.
It is also a plan to levy and fight for it.
Ten thousand kinds of ideas, many ways to solve; Only loneliness and disgust.
This is my life, and I have shed a thousand tears for you.
A butterfly in love with flowers
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The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears.
The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away.
The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.
You have to send colorful stationery and rulers to know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide.
Baliuzi
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Lean on the dangerous pavilion. Hate is like grass, and it is long.
After bidding farewell to Liu Waiqing, I was stunned when the water became red.
Let me get stuck in it?
Under the moon that year, we were drunk like scenes of dreams, and the gentle breeze blew you and me.
However, the direction and pleasure gradually followed the water.
The string is broken, and the fragrance of the green yarn is reduced, which is comparable to the flying flowers getting late and the rain (water side) is fine.
Positive pin setting. My sad thoughts were deep, and suddenly the cry of an oriole came at me.
Written by a male poet, I only think so much, but it doesn't seem so obscure. I don't know if it meets the requirements.