Jiang Chengzi Yi Mao remembers dreams on the 2th day of the first month
Su Shi of Song Dynasty
Ten years of life and death are boundless. Don't think. Unforgettable. Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know when you meet, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost.
at night, I dream and suddenly return home. Xiao Xuan window. Dressing up. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines It is expected that the heartbroken place every year, the moonlit night, short matsuoka.
"Hairpin Phoenix" Lu You
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, and spring willows in the city.
dongfeng evil, with a weak sense of joy, is full of sadness and has been away from the cable for several years.
wrong, wrong, wrong!
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and tears are red.
when the peach blossoms fall, the pool pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance exists, it is difficult to entrust the brocade book.
mo, mo, mo!
"Hairpin Phoenix" Tang Wan
The world is thin and human feelings are evil, and it is easy for the rain to send flowers at dusk.
the breeze is dry, and the tears remain.
if you want to write something on your mind, talk alone.
difficult, difficult, difficult!
every man becomes his own man, but today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is often like a thousand years ago.
the horn is cold and the night is gloomy.
I'm afraid of people asking questions, and I pretend to be happy with my tears.
hide, hide, hide!
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it's a good night to have fun.
what's the night like when you're looking for a husband?
There are no more participants. Go and resign.
I'm on the battlefield, and I haven't seen you for a long time.
shake hands with a sigh, and tears will make a difference.
strive to love Chunhua, and never forget the happy hours.
when you are born, you will come back, and when you die, you will be Sauvignon Blanc.
Jin Se Li Shangyin
I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth.
the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.
mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun.
and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.
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Liu Yong. In Kyoto city peripherals farewell, but did not drink the mood, is reluctant to leave, the boat people have been urged to start. Holding hands looked at each other, tears in eyes, until finally there was no words, a thousand words choking on the throat can not say. Think of this return to the south, this journey is another way, thousands of miles, a stretch of misty, the Night Fog of the sky is a boundless.
Affectionate feelings hurt parting since ancient times, which is even worse than snubbing the Qing Autumn Festival! Who knows where I am when I sober tonight? Fear is only the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the waning of the waning of the waning moon. This is a long time, the people who fall in love are not together, I expect even to meet the good weather, good scenery, as in name only. Even if there is full of emotion, and who can enjoy it with?
the sound is slow. Li Qingzhao
looked for it, and it was cold and clear, and it was sad and sad. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to stop breathing.
three glasses and two light wines, how can you beat him and come late in the wind? Yan Guo is sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground. Who can pick it now? Watching the window, how can you be dark alone?
the phoenix tree is drizzling, and it drips at dusk. This time, a sad word won!
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