First, Buyi is not full of sadness, and there are so many elements in Shu Ming. -Wang Shouren's "The Second Rhyme of Lu Yuanri"
Second, at first sight, Chu Jiang Mei and Xiang E were speechless and wept. -Be careful of "embroidering lovers and making flowers to send daffodils"
Third, the sunset will be a legacy of the ages. -Liu Yong's "Double Voices in Day and Night"
Fourth, Qin Zheng, who is idle and idle, is full of tears and jagged geese. -Lv Wei's old "Brothel Spring Festival Evening"
Five, tearful eyes ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Six, the flowers in the rain shed tears, but they can't blow away, and they are in a dilemma. -Chen Zilong's "Tang Duoling Cold Food"
Seven, the depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
Eight, worried about the loss of resignation to China people. -Zhu Dunru's Collection of Picking Mulberry Sons and Penglang.
Nine, the fishing lamp is far away, where is Zilan tonight? Luo Mei took the wind lightly and worried about killing the lotus pickers! -Mao Wenxi's "Yingtianchang Pingjiang Wave Warm Mandarin Duck Language"
Ten, the postal kiosk is nowhere, listening to the sound of the eaves, sleepy. -Zhou Bangyan's "Big Moon Tunes Chun Yu"
Xi. I hope that spring will return, and spring is even more absent. -Wen, "The Recent Scissors in Zhu Yingtai"
Twelve, the first smell of crows crowing warblers, causing new worries. -Lv Wei's old "Brothel Spring Festival Evening"
Thirteen, don't blame Pingyang, tears fall, and the sound of the flute is sad. -Zhou Bangyan "big? Yuediao spring rain
Fourteen, the hub of the hub can be hurt, and the teacher is old. -Liu Zi's Bianjing Chronicle
Fifteen, watching the road confused, it is difficult to leave the mood. -Lou? Rui he xian mei
Sixteen, but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more worrying to raise our glasses to eliminate our worries.
17. I look forward to my hometown peaches and plums, but I also want to complain about the wind and the moon. -Zhao Chong's "Qing Ping Le Huai Ren"
Eighteen years old, with white hair and three thousands of feet, the fate seems long.
Nineteen, wine into sorrow, acacia into tears.
Twenty, Jin Fang dyed tears, and Chan Yuan regained her feelings. -Thank you? Thank you for your suggestions on singing Tongque Terrace.
Twenty-one, the new garden is locked but gloomy, and it is yellow, and Leng Xiang is half an acre. -Wu Wenying's "Rui Long Yin sends Mejin"
Twenty-two, who pity the journey. -Zhang Yan's "Jie Lianhuan Lone Goose"
Twenty-three, the rain is empty, the alley is empty, and the apricot flowers are sold first. -Shi Dazu, "On the eighteenth night of the first month, the ship smelled apricots ..."
Twenty-four, tired of Mashan sorrow, lonely boat afraid of spring cold. -Zhang Wei's "Du Songgong Drama"
Twenty-five, flowers bloom and fall, and the water is flowing. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Twenty-six, Dongli put wine after dusk, and the sleeves are fragrant. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
Twenty-seven, yellow flowers are everywhere. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Twenty-eight, the spring is not over, it is difficult to send a piece of sorrow. Who is the heart of the piano? Find Hua Die in a winding path, and teach parrots around the sun in an empty aperture. -York's "The Red Courtyard is Deep"
Twenty-nine, there is no need to see the new pavilion, it is not as good as when you used to cry. -Yu Ji's "Premier Wan Wen"
Thirty, I will compare my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the canal.
Thirty-one, clear eyes. -Li Chi Ngai's "Linjiang Dengxian Lingtai"
Thirty-two, take me away from the river. -Lv Benzhong's "No Magnolia at the End of Tonight"
Thirty-three, fragrant embroidered curtains are lonely, leaning on the threshold without words. -Gu Lou Spring Night
Thirty-four, the crow flies away at dusk, and a flower shadow sends it to dusk. -Xia Wanchun's Brahmins Lead Spring to Night.
Thirty-five, teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, saying that they are worried about new words.
Thirty-six plans, three cups and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him, coming late? Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Thirty-seven, lonely boudoir, one inch of sorrow. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Thirty-eight, late cold stand more, dew? The smell is refreshing. -Si Kongtu's Four Miscellaneous Books of Bai Juyi
Thirty-nine, the wind has lived in the dust, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
Forty, there is nothing to go to the West Building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.
Forty-one, how much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Forty-two, Wan Li no one closed bones, and every family was buried at the gates. -Zhang Ji's "Women's Complaints"
Forty-three, who gets the marrow of heaven and earth? No one knows how to make milk glue. -Du Mu's Reading Han Du Ji
Forty-four, autumn rain is sad!
Forty-five, Yunshan is interested, there is no plan on the porch, and the tears of fame and fortune are blown out by the west wind. -Herry Liu's "Mountain Slope Sheep Yancheng Shuhuai"
Forty-six, painting, often looking up and looking up, are all spring worries. -Si Wan Yong, "Magnolia slowly hates warbler flowers and grows old"
Forty-seven, the guest is sad and dereliction of duty, but the listener touches his chest with tears. -Li Bai's "You Jianchun" Jiuhe Bridge is waiting, and the sunset is tearful. -Wu Wenying's "My Uncle's Charming Old Residence in Beijing"
Forty-eight, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see all the Chang' an flowers in one day.
Forty-nine, the name of the teacher is real, and who is better than the Millennium.
Fifty, I am too happy to speak or cry. . -Chen Shidao's "The Third Sage"