First of all, Yang's monument still exists. We cried and read the words. -Meng Haoran's "On Climbing the Wild Goose Mountain with Friends"
Second, if you don't believe me, you will shed tears. -Wu Zetian's "Ruyi Niang"
Third, short hair, white sorrow and wine red. -Chen Shidao's "Give a little wine in addition to the night"
Fourth, I want to go back to the forest to change leaves, but I am worried about sitting on Watson. -Zhang Jiuling's "Xijiang Night Walk"
5. In the field of Tanabata, the hotel is affordable and worry-free. -Meng Haoran's Tanabata in a Foreign Land
6. Affectionate, but always ruthless, only can't laugh before going to bed. -Du Mu's farewell
Seven, sorrow is condensed, and the light is red. -Wu Wenying's "Night Banquet Du Qingqiu Feeling"
Eight, return from a full meal at dusk, and lie in the moonlight without taking off the hemp fiber. -Yan Lu's "Shepherd Boy"
Nine, still hate the east wind, but also blowing misty rain and dark dusk. -Zhang Yu's "Betting on Plums"
X even now, she seems to be playing a reed flute in her hometown, which makes every soldier's eyes full of tears of homesickness. -Li Zhi's "Ancient Meaning"
Eleven, sentimental peony contains spring tears, unable to lie on the rose branches. -Qin Guan's Spring Day
Twelve, there is no day and night. -Jiang Nv's "Minus Magnolia Title Xiongzhou Post"
Thirteen, moss mangroves down the steps, the rain is thin and the moon is bright. -Li Shangyin's Final Residence
14. Xiang Bo was in tears, and Li Chu was fascinated by hate. -Li Shangyin's Chu Palace
Fifteen, no one is alone in the secluded path. Who can blame this hate? -Cao Group's "Bu Operator Lan"
Sixteen, Xiang tears are shallow and deep, and Chu songs overlap with resentment. -Li Shangyin's "Tanzhou"
Seventeen, Yan language seems to hurt the spring of the old country, and the palace flowers have fallen into dust. -Li Yi's Sui Gongyan
Eighteen years old, suddenly disappeared, which broke my heart. -The first part of Cao Zhi's Six Miscellaneous Poems
Nineteen, tears wet Luo Yi powder full. -Li Qingzhao's "When Hualian dies, tears are wet and Luo Yi's powder is full"
Twenty, fragrant flowers fly into the building, and the high voice is slow. -Wang Changling's "Brothel Complaints"
Twenty-one, yellow flowers are heartless things, and they are also fragrant at dusk. -Yu Qian's "Guo Ju Ting"
Twenty-two, this flower and this leaf often set each other off, and the Cui reduces the red and kills. -Li Shangyin's "Giving Lotus"
Twenty-three, western Western jackdaw is very sad at night. -Xin Qiji's "Partridge Day, Xixi Western jackdaw Sorrow"
Twenty-four, I hope that spring will return, and spring is even more absent. -The article "Zhu Yingtai is near, chop cockroaches"
25. With their plaintive cries, wild geese fly from night to night, and Tatar children have many tears to shed. -An old Li Wei song.
Twenty-six, tears have filled the book first. —— Yan, "The recent flowers, the wounds are gathered and scattered"
Twenty-seven, send you to Hebei in September, the snow is full of tears. -Cen Can's "Send Cui Zi back to Beijing"
Twenty-eight, * * * see the moon should cry, for the red heart, in five places, all sick with the same wish. -Bai Juyi's feeling of looking at the moon
The cry of wild geese makes my sad heart sad, surrounded by the darkness of cloudy mountains. -Li Wei's Farewell to Weiwan
At thirty, Jia Sheng shed tears when he was young, and RoyceWong went further for a spring outing. -Li Shangyin's "Stability Tower"
Thirty-one, an apricot goes out of the wall, and the layman on the wall is lonely. -Wu Rong "Looking at Apricot Flowers on the Road"
Thirty-two, Shui Yuan even took waves with Wugang, and it was not a wound to bid farewell. -Wang Changling's "Send Wood to Serve the Royal"
Thirty-three, after several times of careful writing, the sorrow is still broken, and the ten thousand pieces are even and round, which is amazing. -Du Fu's "Savage Send Zhu Ying"
It is said that Ma Zhou was a new tourist before, and no one will ever know him. -Li He's "The Wine"
Thirty-five, nobody brocade], who is the golden whip? -Li He's "Twenty-three Horses Poems"
Thirty-six, I didn't see you when I sat down, but I wanted to be heartbroken when I came back. -Su Shi's "Linjiang Fairy, Send Your Majesty to Seal the Hou"
Thirty-seven, one hundred and twenty mountains and rivers, tears stained with blood. -Zhang Qiongying's "Man Jiang Hong Topic Nanjing Yishan Post"
Thirty-eight, the most serious injury, Xianyang, Fujian, Pei Xie Xifeng resentment. -Wu Wenying's "Cold Window Magnolia"
Qian Qian, 39, never shed tears, which is even more heartbreaking. -Wan Le's "Answer to the Operator"
Forty, it's a pity that a melody is paid to dusk. -Huang Xiaomai's "Qingming Near Xiangchun jathyapple"
Forty-one, worry about tears, eyebrows cut spring mountains and green. -Niu Qiao's "Bodhisattva, Dancing Clothes, Sweet and Warm Golden Mud Phoenix"
Forty-two, jade furnace incense, red wax tears, partial according to painting hall Qiu Si. -Wen, "More Leaking Jade Furnace Incense"
Forty-three, the fishing market is lonely and cold, and the water town is full of Wu Ye worries. -Liu Yong's "Xue Mei to Xiao Jingsuo"
Forty-four, depressed hospital, and oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors will be closed. -Li Qingzhao's "Niannujiao Chun Qing"
Forty-five, but hate is not in place, it hurts. -Ruan Ji's Poems Eighty-two Seventy-nine
Forty-six, the thin shadow is shallow, and the evening is fragrant. -Lin Bu's "Xiao Mei Yi in the Mountain Garden"
Forty-seven, the cuckoo worships tears again and guards the infinite reclamation. -Huang Zunxian "Send Ren Liang's parents in the same year"
Forty-eight, the trickle of spring water points to dusk, and there is nowhere to stop. -Shi Dazu's Stay in Spring, Flowers Bloom in Yongmei.
On the 49 th, Wanli's heart was more bitter, and she saw Chanjuan in tears in October. -Hua Qingshu, "Looking at the South of the Yangtze River, Yan Sai Xue"
Fifty, three thousands of feet clear sorrow, fifty years of spring dream. -George's "Returning to the Ridge, the guest window is bright"
Fifty-one, at this time, I want to be in love with spring, tears touch tea g .—— Wei Zhuang's Ying Tianchang, Don't Come to Le Shu for Half a Year.
Fifty-two, the wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and more months are blocked by clouds. -Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon" is a big dream on earth.
Fifty-three, the beauty is crying, and her clothes are wet under tears. -Li Shizhong's "Bodhisattva Manzi Ghost Jumps to Break the Tower Month"
54. Whoever hears it sighs, making a homeless man's eyes full of homesick tears ... —— Li Wei's "Listening to An Wanshan Playing the V"
Fifty-five, crimson wax is accompanied by tears, and Wu silkworm is lingering. -Yan "Broken Fighter Liu Xia Shengge Courtyard"
56. Worried about hurting northerners, I'm not used to listening. -Li Qingzhao's ugly slave, who planted banana trees at the window?
Fifty-seven, the leisure outside is full, and the joy in the eyes is often rare. -Yan Dao Ji's "Linjiang Xian, Wandering Outside"
Fifty-eight, clear sense of Hua Xu dream, looking back at the east wind full of tears. -Zhao Ding's "Partridge Sky Jiankang Shangyuan Works"
Fifty-nine, also a bowl of heartless tears, I hate not to meet before scraping. -Su's "Ten Skills Poems, Choose Two"
Sixty years old, sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time. -Du Fu's Five Epic Poems, Part Two.
Sixty-one years back to Tianya Dream, several souls flew to xipu and shed tears in Dongzhou. -Review of "A Red Calyx, Feeling in Penglai Pavilion"
Sixty-two, return the tears, I wish I could not meet before marriage. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"
Sixty-three, Ming and solitary smoke are cold, and the lake is full of wind and rain. -Wu Wenying's "Three Crimes of Crossing the River and Clouds, West Lake Qingming"
Sixty-four, the ladder horizontal painting pavilion after dusk, the sky is still the same, oblique moon curtain. -Zhang Xian's "A clump of flowers hurts Gao Huaiyuan when he is poor"
Xiang Lian sells green leaves, while the west wind worries about green waves. -Li Z's "Passing Huanxisha and Selling Fragrant Leaves"
Sixty-six, the rain rested on the phoenix tree, and the tears began to harvest. -Na Lanxingde's "Wu Tongchu's Tears in the Rain of Huanxi Sand"
Sixty-seven, flying around, looking back on an old friend thousands of miles away, worrying about wine. -Ge Changgeng's "Water Regulation, Jiang Chunlai, Mountain Far"
Sixty-eight, March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. -Ouyang Xiu "How Deep is the Courtyard"
Since no one can bear the burden of my song for you, let it blow to Yanran with the spring breeze, and let me miss you outside the distant blue sky. -Li Bai's Three Sauvignon Blancs II
Seventy, sit and watch the falling flowers sigh, Luo Wei's tears are wet and red. -Wei Zhuang's "Magnolia, Alone in the Small Building, Twilight in Spring"
Seventy-one, the phoenix withered green willow sad, yellow flower dew deep smile. -Yan's "Partridge Day, Nine Days of Sad Autumn"
Seventy-two, it seems that it is not a flower, but a little bit is a tear. -Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin, Er Yun Zhang Zhifu Huayang Ci"
Seventy-three, with deep sorrow and no good dreams, cut snuff in the middle of the night. -Li Qingzhao's "Liang Zhu, Warm Rain, Sunny Wind, Breaking the Frozen First"
Seventy-four, in the evening, the grass on the bank of Jinling is flat, the setting sun is bright, and the water is ruthless. -Ouyang Jiong's "Jiang Chengzi's Late Jinling Shore Grass Flat"
It's seventy-five, but I'm worried about holding a bun in front of the lamp and talking endlessly, leaving people. -Nalan Xingde's "A Twisted Rope, Crossing a Picturesque Mountain"
Seventy-six, the call has reached no man's land, and Yu Di blows. -Shi Jianwu's Night Tour with Hermits in Siming Mountain
Seventy-seven, a few days happy spring sunny, a few nights sad spring rain. -Gao's "Bufu Fanxi Lake Living Room Yin Zhai"
Seventy-eight, no one asked the fallen petal, green Ran Ran all over the world. -Cao Qian's "Spring is twilight, no one asks the fallen flowers outside the door"
Seventy-nine, Yunshan is interested, there is no plan on the porch, and the west wind blows all the tears of fame and fortune. -Herry Liu's "Goat Yancheng Shuhuai"