The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi cannot carry many sorrows. ——Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring·Spring Festival Gala"
Who thinks that the west wind is cold alone, the rustling yellow leaves are closed and the windows are sparse, and the setting sun is setting in front of meditating on the past.
Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·Who cares about the west wind and the cold alone"
The west wind blows from the river, and the river flowers take off their late red color.
Li Qing was blown by the horizontal flute through chaotic Shandong. ——Wang Anshi's "On the River"
I entered the city yesterday and came back full of tears.
Those who are covered with silkworms are not silkworm farmers.
——Zhang Yu's "Silkworm Woman"
I recall drinking on the Wuqiao Bridge in the past, and most of the heroes sitting in the middle were heroes. The long ravine flows away silently. In the sparse shadows of apricot blossoms, I play the flute until dawn. ?
More than twenty years have been like a dream, although this body is in shock. I leisurely climbed up to the small pavilion to see the new weather. There are so many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third watch.
——Chen Yuyi's "Linjiangxian·Deng Xiaoge at Night Recalling Old Tours in Luozhong"
I once returned to the late green with floating clouds, and I still accompany the sound of autumn with the setting sun.
There are infinite painting hands in the world, but it is so sad that they cannot be painted. ——Gao Chan's "Late View at Jinling"
Spring sorrow can hardly drive a strong man to look at the mountains, and the past events are shocking and bring tears to his eyes.
Four million people cried together, Taiwan was ceded to Taiwan today last year. ——Qiu Fengjia's "Spring Sorrow"
The bamboo shadows and poems are thin, and the plum blossoms are fragrant in dreams.
Poor Tonight, the moon refuses to go down to the west wing. ——Wang Tingyun's "Quatrains"
The grass is luxuriant under Yiyang City, and the stream flows eastward and then westward. ?
The flowers on the fragrant trees have fallen without anyone, and the birds are chirping all the way up the spring mountain. ——Li Hua's "Spring Journey Improvisation"
Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book.
Mo, mo, mo! ?——Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix·Red Hands"