Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
The ancestors left songs, and the pavilion did not feast. The incense ashes have separated from the face. Living in Ma Yinglin, pedestrians go to the waves.
The soul of the painting gallery disappears, and the tall building is broken. Sunset only sends ordinary waves far away. Endlessness is sorrow, and the world is full of thoughts.
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After singing the sad farewell song at the farewell banquet, the farewell banquet was scattered in the pavilion, and the incense dust obscured the line of sight, which made people look back frequently. The horses that saw me off hissed through the Woods, and the boats of pedestrians had drifted away with Jiangbo.
I lost my soul in the painting booth. On the tall building, I saw the horizon. In the sunset, I saw the boundless river waves. There is endless sorrow in the world, and my heart will fly to the corner of the world to find him.
2, crying at night, far hate, lingering willow
Jin Dynasty: Liu Ying
Far hate me for pestering willows, and dreams grow around pears. The blue man remembers the chapter, the platform is on the moon, and the jade whip is oblique.
Green mirror tears sleeves, red wall drunk ink cage yarn. It takes a lifetime to meet, and spring thoughts enter the pipa.
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The hate of parting often lingers in front of the willow tree that broke up. The dream soul can't forget the snow-white pear flowers in the Beauty Institute. I remember being appreciated by her in the brothel when I was in a cold position, and I didn't cross the horse until the moonlight went down.
Beauty often looks at her haggard face in the green mirror, and her sleeves are covered with tears of acacia crying. When she was drunk, she danced on the red wall of poetry, and the beauty imitated the predecessors and caged the green gauze on the wall of poetry.
When we meet again today, all our worries can't be confided, and all our infinite feelings are condensed in the pipa.
3, reduce the word magnolia, sad.
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Sad to leave your arms, you will get old with feelings. How about this idea? As thin as light silk, as thin as waves.
On the shore of the boat, maple leaves hang in autumn. When you think about your previous happiness, you must have thought of the world, not a dream.
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It's sad to leave people's arms. If God has feelings, he will grow old because of parting. Sometimes it's as slender as a light silk but lingering, and sometimes it comes to mind like waves.
A boat by the lake is moored on the shore, and maple leaves and reed flowers are shivering in the autumn wind, which forms a sharp contrast between the joy of the past and reality. The joy of meeting is gone forever, unless we meet in a dream.
4. Jade Butterfly is sad and hurt in autumn wind.
Tang dynasty: Wen
The autumn wind is sad, and the traveler has not returned. The grass beyond the Great Wall decays first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River come late.
Lotus has a tender face and new eyebrows. It's sad and heartbreaking to shake it down. Who knows?
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The sad autumn wind has passed, the weather has turned cold, and the traveler has not returned, which can not help but make people feel worried and add to the sadness of parting. Now the Great Wall should be full of hay and yellow everywhere, but the northern geese flying to the south of the Yangtze River have not arrived yet.
The tender face has faded like hibiscus, and the new eyebrows have lost their old colors like willow leaves. When she saw the fragrance falling in autumn, she was filled with sadness, but who knew the heartbreaking parting?
5, point crimson lips away from hatred
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The moon turns to crow, and the painting hall and palace are full of hate. Beauty is sad. No matter the clothes fade.
Clear tears, swing centrifugal room. Asked angrily. Steal the lamp and wipe off the residual makeup powder.
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The moon sinks, crows crow, and there is music in the magnificent hall, conveying feelings, not hatred. The beautiful women were so depressed that they forgot to take off their clothes.
Clear tears, shed sadness. I hate people asking questions, so I have to secretly wipe away my tears with the lamp on my back and wipe it clean with the makeup powder on my face.