When will we meet again? It's late at night, holding a candle and turning over doubts and dreams.
The song behind the fan is broken, the fragrant wine is blowing, but the old madness is hard to control.
After listening to the cuckoo’s autumn rain, I reluctantly asked about my plan to return home.
Outside Qulan, the setting sun remains the same, as does the country.
Help drunk.
Staring for a long time, every inch of water is full of sadness.
The painting hub pursues the spring, the flowers bloom in dreams, and the ancient joy of Beijing is still remembered.
I am even more worried about the two swallows in Xie Tang, and I have forgotten the word Tianya Fang.
It is desolate and gloomy, and the cold smoke is driving the darkness, and the sound of bamboo sticks is heard at dusk. ——"The Orioles rejoice and reunite with Ji'an, Fanghu Liangshi, and Bofan in Yuzhou after the chaos" Shen Zufen
I haven't seen my father-in-law for forty years, and there is a lot of sadness in the middle.
It would be better to have a white head when we meet again, but it is rare to see each other until the head is white. ——"Meeting Old Friends Again" Shi Wenjue
People came from Xinghua and received the letter from Jianzhou.
It is said that the Qipan on the top of Lingxiao Peak is the stone mirror of King Qian.
I saw it twenty years ago and we meet again today.
What proof is there? Lamp in the rain,
Moon in the cloud. The most distinct,
too bright and clear. ——"One Hundred and Twenty-Three Stanzas" by Shi Zuqin
The rain wiped off the clear makeup, the eyebrows were trimmed and the mirror was clear, and the greenery was thick. Opposite the end of the Jianjia, there are clumps of smoky trees, and on the side of the pond, there are hibiscus trees everywhere. There are thousands of roosting birds, two or three geese pass by, and from time to time there is a whistle of wind. In the setting sun, the green curtain is half rolled up, to the east of the small bridge. ?
When will the beautiful ladies meet again? If asked, would you still be willing to carry wine in a boat? His smile is as strong as ever, his heart is as solid as iron, he has a middle-aged look, and his temples are shaggy. Planting vegetables on the lotus and cutting rice with the sickle on the waist, I sent it to the pictures of the western suburbs. Looking back in the sky, I looked at the gulls and herons in the five lakes, feeling calm and thoughtful. ——"Qinyuan Chun·Rain wipes out the clear makeup" Li Zengbo
The wind and dew of the Milky Way pass through the years. The moon shines away from the pavilion and the flowers look like snow. Baochai and Luan mirror will meet again, and the moon will sleep together in the flowers tonight. The moonlight is still in season. Talk carefully about separation from the intestines and tears. Life is only as long as the town is round, and it is like the moon that is round and missing. ——"Jade House Spring" Cai Shen
It has been eighteen years. Because of this word. ?
Ten years ago, my doubts and dreams were revealed, and I met again, both old and pitiful. The spring sky in the water country, the old age in the mountain city, we look at each other speechlessly and smile. The clothes have been changed. Ren Jingluo dust and sand, condensing hood. Seeing Yin Qing, Xie Chicao has not been seen recently. ?
Happy travels have been graceful. The red and purple tunes are in chaos, and the fragrance is less now. The dancing fan attracts incense, the song calls for jade, I still remember Su Xiaoxiao in Qiantang. Angry for no reason. I lingered for a few more times, and the swallows were at dusk and the orioles were dawning. Looking back at the cosmetics building, it’s best to go there again. ——"Taicheng Road/Qi Tianle" Zhang Yan
You asked about the return date but it was not yet scheduled. The night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. ——"The Night Rain Sends to the North" Li Shangyin
Peach plums and spring breeze, a glass of wine, and the night rain in the rivers and lakes for ten years.
——"Sending Huang Jifu" Huang Tingjian