1. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it at all. I feel haggard because of the beauty. －Liu Yong's "Feng Qiwu" 2 The harmony between life and death is broad, and the love with the son is great. Hold your son's hand and grow old together. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs Bei Feng Beats the Drum"
3 If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? －Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal"
4 When will we know when we will miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
5 If there is a beautiful woman, you will never forget it when you see her. If you don't see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy. -Anonymous "Phoenix Qin Song"
6 This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends. . －Zheng Chouyu's "Fu Farewell"
7 Entering my lovesickness door, I know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, and short lovesickness brings endless memories. - Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
8 Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. －Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Li Si"
9 The king is like dust on the road, and the concubine is like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet in harmony? -Cao Zhi's "The Moon Ascends a High Building"
10 The desolate farewell and the last two echoes, the most indescribable one is the bright moon. -Nalan Xingde's "Yu Meiren"
11. Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing to meet again when she was not married. －Zhang Ji's "Yan of a Chaste Woman"
12 How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. For this reason, I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to allow us to form a mortal relationship. -Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree"
13 How can we live together but die differently when we only have a shadow in the world? －Chen Hengke's "Inscription on the Portrait of Chunqi"
14 The bottom of the acacia tree talks about lovesickness, and Si Lang hates Lang Lang who doesn't know it.
－Liang Qichao's "Taiwan Bamboo Branch Poetry"