Anger: Warm winds make tourists drunk and mistake Yangzhou for Bianzhou.
Mourning: I can't write, I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless;
Hi: Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
Anger: Angry hair rushed to the crown and leaned against the railing, and the rain rested.
Ai: Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.