A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was as fleeting as this peach blossom, and infinite sadness was like this endless river of water.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Haggard, who can pick it now?
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Where were those lost times before me? I'll never see you again. I miss heaven and earth. There is no limit and no end. I'm lonely and my tears fall down.
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung. What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.
If my bosom friend appreciates it, I won't refuse to sing the most difficult and elegant songs for him.
Ten years of life and death are boundless, thoughtless and unforgettable; Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. At this point, the night is awkward.
Looking around, lonely and sad.
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy.
This feeling can't be solved by relying on a small bench.
That poem about love and hate is still reflected in the west wind. The weak willows in Hanjialing (Li Bai's Qin Yi E) are suspicious of the wind and the jungle is like a towel.
Sitting alone also includes frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan"). The Chu people want to hear Yao's resentment. In the middle of the night in Xiaoxiang (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God"), the mountain temple looks for laurel seeds in the middle of the month, and the county pavilion looks at the tide on the pillow. When I revisit my old place (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"), I hate it when I think about it until I return.
In the Ming dynasty, people leaned against the building (Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc") wanted to be at dusk. When they are bored and leaning against the door alone (Bodhisattva Man in the text), they are all there. When they were heartbroken, Bai Bozhou (A Dream in the South of the Yangtze River) had not come home, and they must be heartbroken when they got home (Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man). Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Four Brothers"). Don't cry. Talk a lot (Niu Xiji's "Raw Tea Son"), and you are still in love.
In retrospect, when I remembered the green silk dress, I felt sorry for the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's Tea Son) and made a thousand wishes in front of the pillow. I want to have a rest and wait for Lan Qingshan to let her husband come back early, but I am deeply interested in looking back at Li Qingyun. Heritage is a double emerald.
Ride an elephant, first carry people over the water (Li Xun's Nanxiangzi). He often gets sick and drinks before sunrise. It is sad to leave Zhu Yan thin in the mirror (how many tears there are in Feng Yansi's Magpie Tread, leaning on it (Jing Li's Spread Huanxisha). I don't have a taste in my heart (Li Yu's Night Cry). How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward (Li Yu's Young Beauty), you can't rely on the fence alone, and it is infinite. It's easy to see when it's difficult.
Spring water has come out, and the slave of heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha") is hard to come out, so you can be merciful. (Li Yu's Bodhisattva Man) After the lonely people in other places dispersed, I looked at the residual smoke in a daze.
The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering. Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi.
(Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy") For my heart and yours, I knew I remembered each other deeply (Gu Wei's "Confessions"). When does the green grass stop? Tears and sorrow have been broken first (Qian's "Yu Lou Chun"). Before, I felt sick and tired of perfume bottles. Today's fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness (Qian Yu Lou Chun). The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns homesick tears (Fan Zhongyan's Sumugai). Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice, and people are thousands of miles long (Fan Zhongyan's "Forbidden City" tears have not arrived.
The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. Everyone has come to this matter, and there is no intention to avoid it (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing"). When will Chunchun go back? Looking in the mirror at night hurts the scenery. In the later period of the past, there was no choice but to remember the flowers in the province (Zhang Xian's Fairy). As if I had met Yan and returned, the small garden incense trail wandered alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"). I don't know if the bright moon will stay, but I will wear Zhu Hu (Yan Shu's butterfly lovers) to send a marker ruler. The mountains are long and the water is wide, and I don't know where (Yan Shu's) is. "
Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night. (Song Qi's "Jade Home is Spring") March is coming.
It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian). The sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"), and tears are sprinkled on tourists. I hate the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu's Picking Mulberries) rushing by.
This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. (Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha") First sent to the spring, and then sent to the monarch.
To catch up with spring in the south of the Yangtze River, you must stay in spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Operator"), and Swift Qi Fei (Yan's "Linjiang Xian"). If you are afraid of meeting each other, it will be like a dream (Yan's "Partridge Sky"). If you go to bed late, you will never forget it. Then you will be heartless and heartbroken (Yan's Nanxiangzi) and take care of each other silently, only a thousand lines of tears (Su Shi's Jiangchengzi). From a fine point of view, it is not a young flower, but a little tear (Su Shi's Water) that makes people lonely and refuses to live. Cold branches of solitary sandbar (Su Shi's "Bu Operator") are blown by small willow cotton, and there is no fragrant grass in the world (Su Shi's "Die Lian Hua"). A broken soul is nowhere to be found (Li Chi Ngai's Walking on the Sand). Considering that only dreams come and go, I am even more afraid. Jiang Du (Looking at Jiangdong by Huang Tingjian) is the most important. He has a crush on heartbroken (Mudd Duck by Chao Yuanli) and is always willing to go with him (Mudd Duck by Chao Yuanli). Thin ("Rain Ring" in Chao Yuanli) Meiying is thin, and the ice melts and the east wind changes years ("Looking at the Sea Tide" by Qin Guan). If the relationship lasts for a long time, why don't you get along with each other (Qin Guan's "Queqiao Xian") and hate you for a long time, then take a break (Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi"). There are tears on the sleeves (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan), and cardamom has old grievances. Ten-year dream is just a glimpse (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan). Clouds are light and the wind is light, and it rains in succession.
With laziness, Dongfeng tears (Wang Shen's Memories of Time Past) ruined his life, and only a few evenings passed (Zhao Lingzhi's Qing Ping Le). How much leisure is there? Yichuan smoke, full of wind, plum rain (He Zhu's "Jade Case") was originally planted on the grass, showing early, and the old building was new. Lying in an empty bed and listening to the rain in the south window, who picks up the lamp at night to mend clothes (He Zhu's "Partridge Sky") nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I cried without words (Rain Bell by Liu Yong). Affection hurts parting since ancient times, not to mention the clear autumn festival (Rain Bell by Liu Yong) has passed, which should have been a good early scene in name only. Even if the amorous feelings last for thousands of minutes, who should I tell (Liu Yong's "Lin Yuling")? I should have known it myself (Liu Yong's "Youth Tour")?
I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong's Ding Feng) in the residual light of the grass, and no one would lean on the railing and be silent. (Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian") The belt is getting wider and wider, and it will not go out, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
(Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") The fragrance is not in the core, the fragrance is not in the calyx, and the fragrance is in the bone (Yan by Chao Buzhi).
3. I didn't guess a thousand people tasted red lips at the weekend, but I didn't know how many jade arm pillows were given, leaving the "Village Woman Gui Love Song"
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Watching Mandy day and night.
The fruit on the tall tree is ripe.
I have a husband climbing trees to pick them.
My husband went out and fell into the mud.
Waiting for Mandy to come back day and night.
The rice fields are ripe.
I have a husband to help me cut it.
My husband went out by himself.
Waiting for Mandy to come back day and night.
Come to the field to plow after cutting the grain.
People have husbands to drive cattle.
There is only one hoe in my house.
Watching Mandy day and night.
The rooster crows at three o'clock in the evening.
People come and go in pairs.
Who should I talk to in my family?
Find a husband in a hundred.
Also to Xuwen and Haikang (place names)
Walk through Huajie and Liuxiang.
Who knew her husband was in a prostitute's bed?
Ba er Ji po Shu Qiao Zhuang
The new house changes training every night.
A pair of jade arm pillows with thousands of people
You can taste it with a little red lip.
Pretend to be charming.
Pretend a fake heart
What do you know about seeing off?
Two lines of lovesick tears
A lifetime of sadness, happiness, hatred and resentment
Persuade Lang to quit whoring and return home.
I should wake up from my dream in Yangzhou.
Being a wife has infinite affection for Lang.