From Meng Jiao's Fuck a Fierce Woman in the Tang Dynasty.
The branches and leaves of the male martial arts spread for the rest of my life, and two pairs of mandarin ducks and waterfowl died together.
A virtuous woman is chaste-she pursues death for her husband, for which she must be the best.
Swear to God that my heart will always be faithful, just like a quiet old well!
Explanation:
The branches and leaves of male and female paulownia cover each other until they die, and mandarin ducks and waterfowl pair up until they die. A chaste woman is a martyr of her husband, and only for this reason can she be called perfect and beautiful. Swear to heaven that my heart will always be faithful, just like the ancient well water that can't withstand the wind and waves!
2. Tussah silk and duckweed will remain the same.
Jiang Yan's Ancient Parting in the Southern and Northern Dynasties
The beloved will be far away from Yanmenguan, so we have no choice but to say goodbye. The sky in the sky covers thousands of miles, the dust on the ground carries Huang Yun, and it's getting dark. When will the wanderer come back?
Farewell is like yesterday, and the eaves have been exposed. Although the grass has withered, there is nothing to regret. I am worried about my distant lover and I wonder if he is warm.
Love is far away, we are years old. I wish I could see my face again, or Carida like Joan's branches.
I hope I can have something like Tu Youyou and Shuiping, and I will always be faithful to the people I love.
Explanation:
The beloved is going to die, so we have to say goodbye helplessly. Huang Yun in the sky has covered thousands of miles, the dust on the ground is connected with Huang Yun, and the sky is getting dark. When will the wanderer come back? It's been so long, but I still remember the scene of sending my beloved away, as if it happened yesterday, and now it's late autumn, and the dew in front of the eaves has condensed into a ball.
Although the grass has withered, there is nothing to regret. I'm worried about my distant lover, and I don't know if he is warm outside. My lover is far away, and we have been apart for many years. I hope to see my face from time to time, or as clean as Qiongzhi. I hope I can have something to stick to, like toast and level, and my feelings with my lover will never change.
3. Ask Chang 'e, am I willing to relax?
From the Song Dynasty Wang Qinghui's "Man Jiang Hong Ti Nanjing Yishan Tie"
The lotus in Gongyuan Garden is not as delicate as before. Remember, flowers bear the rain and dew, people go to Shenweidi, Yulou Jingu, Fugui Palace. Fame is as fragrant as orchids in his harem concubines, and his face is as rosy as lotus, and he often accompanies the king. Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering valley, and the bustling clouds in the palace.
When the imperial court collapsed, the monarch and his subjects drifted away. Who will sue me for the regret of national subjugation? In the face of the broken mountains and rivers, I can only cry on my face, blood and tears. This country, exiled in the north, is often awakened by the nightmare of war at night. At dawn, it is heading north, and the wheels are twisted around the moon, bumping on the desolate mountain road. Looking up at a round of Leng Yue, I am eager to ask Chang 'e if I can follow you and stay aloof from the world and the moon.
Explanation:
The lotus in Taiyi Pool in the Imperial Garden is no longer as delicate and charming as before. I still remember that flowers were spent in the spring breeze to withstand the rain and dew, and people were blessed by powerful emperors, jade buildings and golden pavilions, and rich palaces. Fame is as fragrant as orchids in empresses, and her face is as rosy and bright as lotus flowers, which often accompanies you. Suddenly, with an earth-shattering drum, the bustling smoke of the imperial court disappeared.
The imperial court fell apart, and the wind of monarch and minister drifted away. Who should I tell about the regret of my country's eternal death? In the face of the broken mountains and rivers, I can only hide my face and cry, and blood and tears are spilled all over the floor. Being taken captive to the north, I was often awakened by the nightmare of war at the post office at night. At dawn, I went north again, and the wheels crushed the moon shadow and bumped in the cold mountain. Looking up at a Leng Yue, I earnestly asked Chang 'e if I could follow you and surpass the world and the moon.
4, may not have intended to have a double butterfly, have a heart-to-heart relationship.
Song Qi's Falling Flowers in Song Dynasty.
Falling elements turn red and hurt each other, while brothel misty rain endures and forgets each other. I can fly and dance in the air, and I have turned into half makeup.
Haike returns the pearl with tears, while Zhangtai people leave their bones fragrant. Maybe I didn't mean to pass on two butterflies, so I paid my heart and honey room.
Explanation:
The sky is full of fallen flowers, with their own sadness. In the misty brothel, I can't help thinking of my old friend. How can I forget them? The flowers in the air seem to fall with the songs sung by beautiful women, just like a beautiful woman with half makeup, delicate and touching.
I, a wanderer, can't help feeling the same way when I see the scene of falling flowers, and I burst into tears. This kind of mood is as empty and lonely as the departure of busy street tourists. Only the fragrance of fallen flowers is still floating in the air, attracting two beautiful butterflies and turning their love into sweet honey.
I would like to be a southwest wind and die in your arms.
Cao Zhi's Seven Wounded Poems in Han Dynasty
The moon shines on the tall buildings, and the lights upstairs are swaying. There is a sad woman sighing upstairs.
Who is the sigh upstairs? The answer is a wife in another place. My husband has been away for more than ten years, and he is often timid alone.
My husband is like dust on the road, like mud in dirty water. Floating dust and mud are different, when can we meet harmoniously?
Yes, I want to turn into a southwest wind and disappear into my husband's arms! My husband's heart is no longer open to me. What can I rely on?
Explanation:
The bright moon shines on the high attic, and the clear moonlight gently shakes like swimming. Standing on a tall building, thinking of a woman overlooking, sighing endlessly in the moonlight. Excuse me, who is the man who keeps sighing? It is said to be a man's wife, traveling abroad and not coming back for a long time. My husband has been a monk for more than ten years, and my wife is often alone.
A husband is like dust floating on the road, and a wife is like mud in dirty water. Husband and wife are one, but now their status is different. When can we get back together? If I can, I would like to turn into a southwest wind and throw myself into my husband's arms! If my husband's arms are not open to me, who can my wife depend on?