The night rain drops empty steps, and the morning light leaves the room in the dark.
Ruthless and biting rain dripped on the empty steps all night, and at dawn, the lights left the room.
2. "The hut was blown by the autumn wind" Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu
What's the point of getting wet all night?
I haven't slept much since the Anshi Rebellion, and the night is very long. How can I stay up until dawn?
3. Jie Jiang, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "Listening to the Rain in Yu Meiren"
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless, and the first step is until dawn.
The experience of life's joys and sorrows is ruthless, so let a little rain fall on the steps until dawn.
4, "Sauvignon Blanc II" Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty
The sun is full of desire, the flowers are full of smoke, the moon becomes very white, and people are sad and insomnia.
I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu.
This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan.
Think back to her lover, lover, the person far away from the horizon, the eyes that sent her away, and the source of tears now.
If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!
The sunset is hazy, the stamens are shrouded in light smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night. Zhao Se, who carved the phoenix on the column, just stopped playing and wanted to play the Qin Shu again, but I was afraid of touching the Yuanyang string. It's a pity that this affectionate song was not delivered. I hope it can be sent to distant Yanran with the spring breeze.
Remembering my lover, my lover, who floated across the sky and brought the eyes of that year, has now become the source of tears. If you don't believe me, please come back and look at my face in the mirror!
5, "Qing Men Drinking, Sending Petty Family" Shi Yan in Song Dynasty
The secluded rooms are dotted with sleepless nights, and the snuff is empty.
Fog smells like duck, ice condenses tears and candles, and frost is hard to recognize. ?
Quiet houses are full of stars, and sleepless nights are really hard. The wick condenses into residual flowers, and acacia is in vain. Duck-shaped smokehouse is full of fragrant fog, and the candle tears are like ice water. It is always difficult to see the frost at dawn when the night is heavy.