Euphemistic and implicit poetry

When wine enters sorrow, it turns into acacia tears. —— Fan Zhongyan

Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? . -Li Shangyin

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. -Gong Zizhen

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin

May I be like a star, like the moon, shining every night. -Fan Chengda

Send three mourning songs. Secondly, this is a sorrow that all mankind must know, but it is not as people who used to be poor together know. -Yuan Zhen

Hate is not as good as believing, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep. -Bai Juyi

She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. -Bai Juyi

The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking. -Li Bai

It's husband and wife, it's husband and wife. -Su Shi

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