On this day last year, in this door, people's faces and peaches set each other off.
People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
Don Zhao Xia's Thought of Jiang Lou
Alone at the bottom of the river, I vaguely thought that the moonlight was like water.
Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year.
Song Ouyang Xiu's Life Chess Manual
Last January, the flower market was brightly lit. On the moon, the willow shoots open, and people are about after dusk.
In January this year, the moon and the lights were still there. I haven't seen you last year, and my sleeves are wet with tears.
On Poetry's Nostalgia for Mianchi's "Heer"
What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying in snow.
I accidentally left my fingers and claws in the mud, and Hong Fei was driving that complicated thing.
The old monk is dead and has become a new tower. There is no reason to look at the old topic with a broken wall.
Remember whether the past was rugged or not, and the long road was full of people.
Tang Yuxi's "Wuyi Xiang"
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year. Liu Xiyi's "A Generation of Sad Pulsatilla"
Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is impossible for people to go to the empty nest! Dai Yu's "Burying Flowers"
Where are all the people who come to play with the moon? The scenery is vaguely like last year. Zhao Wei's Thought of Jiang Lou
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I don't see last year, tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt! "Original check"
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. Cui Hu's "South Village of Capital"
It is endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry. The flowers this year are better than those last year. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Who do you know? Ouyang Xiu's Langtaosha
The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years.
Where is the emperor in the pavilion today? The Yangtze River flows freely outside the sill. Wang Teng Pavilion in Wang Bo
How can we avoid sadness and hatred in life? What is the limit of ecstasy alone!
The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes.
Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny.
The past is empty, still like a dream. Li Yu's midnight song
Overcoming the door is wrong. What's the difference?
Wutong was half dead. After first frost, the white-headed mandarin duck lost her partner.
The original grass, the first dew, the old habitat new ridge.
Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night? He Zhu's Partridge Sky