Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married. -Zhang Ji's Yin Jiefu; How to let you meet me? At my best moment, I prayed for this in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a dusty relationship. -Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree"; How can we live together and not die? -Chen Hengke's Portrait of Chunqi; I don't know if Sloan hates Mandy. -Liang Qichao's Zhi Zhu Ci in Taiwan Province Province
Since the monarch came out, the mirror was dark and hopeless. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time? -Xu Gan's Thinking in the Room; How can we be heartless if we don't see each other? -Sima Guang's Xijiang Moon; I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. -Gong Zizhen's "Jihai Miscellaneous Work"; The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. -Zhang Xian's Millennium; Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night. -Huang Jingren's Two Poems of Love.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life. -Li Shangyin's Untitled Six Third Songs; I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou. -Li Shangyin's solo tour of Qujiang in late autumn; People feel sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental. -Nalan Xingde's "Spreading the Happy Sand"; A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
How many lovesickness one-night stands are there? The ends of the earth are not long. -Zhang's Swallow House; Ask the world what love is and teach life and death. -Yuan Haowen "Fishing"; Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. -Li Shangyin's Untitled; The beast furnace sinks hookah, and pieces of green marsh flowers write the biography of acacia. -Zhang Kejiu's Sai Qiu Hong