Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. _ _ _ _ Li Yu's The Sand Waves Clap the Curtain and the Rain Ripps.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's untitled time, long before I met her, became longer after we broke up.
It was raining on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving. _ _ _ _ Zhou Zizhi's partridge day, when a little residual red is about to run out.
No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment. _ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's "Partridge Day, Late West Western jackdaw Sorrow"
Jiang Nanchun was completely heartbroken, and Pingman Tingzhou people did not return. _ _ _ _ Kou Zhun's "Spring in the South of the Yangtze River, Endless"
I couldn't think of it then, but I can't think of it now. I can't find it in a place with high mountains and high waters. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "Walking on the Shahe River, There is no wave in the blue sea"
Since walking, the distant mountains are faint and the water is more sparkling. _ _ _ _ Wang Shifu's "December Yao Folk Songs, Bieqing"
I haven't received your letter for half a year. I miss you like a thousand miles. Every inch of sorrow is pulling my heart. _ _ _ _ Wei Zhuang's Ying Tianchang, Don't Come to Le Shu for Half a Year.
Naturally, there is nothing to say. Parting is the first thing in the world. _ _ _ _ Wang Guowei's Butterfly Lovers, Frost on the Ground as Snow
Apes crow at the end of the river, and people hurt themselves. _ _ _ _ Liu Changqing's Farewell to Langzhong and Deplored Jizhou.
Regardless of the misty rain, I will hate Jiangnan. _ _ _ _ Zheng Wenbao's Liu Zhi Ci