Spring is still old, few people are empty, and tears are streaming down her face.
I am afraid that people will ask questions, swallow tears and make up.
4. Hold hands and look at each other, tears are silent and choked.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory, red makeup and tears.
6. Looking around, lonely and sad.
July/April 17 is today last year.
Farewell My Concubine: With tears in her eyes and a false face, she was half-frowning with shame.
I don't know if my soul is broken, so is my dream.
Nobody knows except the horizon and the moon.
8. Looking at Zhu's thoughts, he is haggard and fragmented.
If you don't believe me, you will cry.
9. How beautiful she is, how quietly she leans against the pearly sash, and how annoyed her forehead is! .
You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much.
10. The rhinoceros is full of flowers, and my concubine has a pair of stolen tears.
If tears are like pearls, they will not disappear.
Know what the limit is, string to HongLing should be one million.
2. An ancient poem about crying: 1. Poetry: I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.
From: Cold Food and Wild Hope by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: The deceased couldn't hear our crying in the dim light, and those who came to pay homage went back in the rustling rain in the evening.
2. Poem: Please go back to the army to hide the dust and bones, and don't teach the soldiers to cry about the dragon shortage.
From: Seven Poems of Wang Changling Joining the Army in Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation: The general went to the emperor's desk and called the small team division to let the bones of the soldiers who died in the battlefield be transported back to their homeland for burial, and the soldiers could not cry for their comrades buried in other places.
3. Poetry: They run with you, crying, pulling your sleeve, and their sad voices float to the clouds.
From: Du Fu's Military Vehicle Shop in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Stop on the road and cry with the soldier's clothes, crying straight into the sky and rushing to the sky.
4. Poetry: How many new ghosts cry in the war, and the old people are lonely.
From: Du Fu's snow in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Most of the people crying on the battlefield are the ghosts of the soldiers who just died, and only the old people are sad to recite poems.
5. Poem: At the beginning, I sat at the beginning, holding my hands, crying and grabbing other people's clothes.
Said by: Du Fu's mother in Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation: One can just walk by the bed and the other can just sit up. The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes.
3. Ancient poems about tears 1 Sometimes in the dead of night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears-if you think about it every day, you will dream at night. The so-called "dream suddenly" is not accidental, and "dream crying" is also the reappearance of daytime emotions. Recalling the bitter past and facing the present painful experience, the pipa girl can't help but burst into tears and become a tearful girl. ("Pipa" Tang ` Bai Juyi)
A few songs are withered, and it is a new peach and plum. Beauty should be blamed for coming back late, and her face should be washed with tears. -beauty leaned over the "Qin Lou" and saw that peaches and plums had been replaced with new flowers and leaves. This means that one year has passed and the right person hasn't come back, which touched her sadness and made her burst into tears. Mei Zhuang uses the story of Princess Shouyang. "Taiping Yulan Timing Department" quoted "Five Elements Miscellaneous Books" as saying: "Princess Shouyang, female, from Song Wudi, lies under the eaves of Hanzhang Hall every day. Plum blossoms fell on the princess's forehead, and she couldn't shake them off. The queen kept them for a long time, but after three days, she washed them. Ladies-in-waiting are very strange and competitive. This plum blossom makeup is also. " Here generally refers to women's facial makeup. "Plum makeup tears wash" refers to the tears on the face painted with powder. These sentences mainly describe the external actions of beautiful women, and point out the reasons for the actions by "blaming for being late", as you can see (fish swimming in spring water, anonymous)
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4. Pray for those ancient poems about crying. Mrs. Tang Wangwei likes the present and can forget the past days.
With tears in my eyes, I can't see Wang Chuyan. On the day when Li Shangyin's daughter flew to Wan Li in Yuanyang Tang Dynasty, Luo Yun was in tears.
There is no need to make a long-term storm wish. When locked in a golden cage, I will cry in both directions. Cui Chang waited on Hui Shu and Tang Bai Juyi, stubborn and humble, and refined. The name and price are far apart, and the points are very deep.
China and sincerity are integrated, and foreign things are inviolable. For twenty years, I have been ups and downs with the world.
I have an appointment to retire in the evening, and my old head will return to Yunlin. It's sad to suddenly lose each other when you're old.
There is Song Lai in spring and Qing Luo Yin in autumn. Yuan Qiu * * * Who divines? Who is looking for the scenery? Who rewards romantic * *? Who sings the hymn? Bloom * * * Who's watching? Who will pour the wine when it is ripe? Hui died at Zhuangdukou, and Zhong Xun abandoned the piano.
The reason is natural, from ancient times to the present. I've been lonely since then, and I'm comfortable? Only tears will get sick, and autumn wind will spill.
Jade Pagoda, Spring and Autumn Song, Yan Shu, Julian, half fragrant and half sold. In February, the east wind urged Liu Xin.
Think by the pipa, don't ask questions in front of the parrot. After Jing Hong's death, he left behind hatred.
The long red sun makes people sleepy. I don't know where my heart is, and my eyes are full of tears.
Huanxisha Song Dynasty, Zhao Changqing was very excited. Yangguan is full of wine to worship heaven.
Don't rush to meet. Full of tears and rain, a melancholy mood reaches autumn.
Acacia is five clouds east tonight. In the beauty pillow, modern Mao Zedong piled on the pillow, and the sea turned over.
The night is long and the sky is hard to understand. I have no choice but to get dressed and sit in the cold. At dawn, all my thoughts are gray, and I am extremely tired and helpless.
There is no reason not to shed tears. Liu Kezhuang's voice, voice and smile are ok, but it's hard to cry.
The sage is selfless and angry, which can be seen from the point of paying. Pang Po reported that she was leaning on a hoe to make a picture, praising Songshi first and talking less about small books, followed by the master.
I have no intention of mourning, but I am anxious to find a way to die. Crying is a lonely old woman, and things around her head are hard to pay.
Jionji has a feeling of dying. He is sick at home. Don Bai Juyi asked himself what he was disappointed with, but the temple gate was late.
The Li family cried that Yuan's family was ill, and the persimmon leaves were red when they came alone. "Five Poems of My Nephew's Pavilion" The first scholar in the imperial examination in Xu Yueqing in Song Dynasty is now a ghost, and his coffin is empty and heartbroken.
The green dress is long to the joints, and Dan is short and loose. Father is crying, God is killing this.
The injury is high, and someone is holding Wu Yang. The mechanic who hangs the Jinshi is not an official, and he has beads in his mouth.
Life is endowed with greed, but reading is not the right thing to do. Send a brother and cry without a wife.
However, if this is not thick, so is it. Three days after Chongyang, Song Fang, the deceased who was still suffering from fever, has returned to Chongyang for two or three days. It's good that the chrysanthemums are not in bloom.
There are geese in front of the building, mosquitoes and thunder on the ground. Scratching is the most painful, painful and itchy. When you cry, you hear crying.
If the situation in the south is not good and the situation in the north is not good, why should people worry about natural disasters? Song Chao, a cold dish from Hailing, said that when a group of thieves came to Jiangjin, they jumped up like fish in surprise.
Smoke and flames are new ghosts, and dust dares to remember hometown people. Several families have steaming things and have been crying.
It's windy and rainy every day, and you should know that cold diners are worried about the facts. 1 17 Praise Shao Hongjian for a blessing tablet, and there is no seal in the sky.
The meaning of a sentence is hard to understand, and whoever conveys it from the heart is right. The East Lake was full of hatred and waves, which made Yan Rui wake up from his dream.
This is a slap in the face, it is called heaven. I can't laugh when I cry, and the wild flowers are wet with tears.
There are 20 autumn songs in Xizhai, and Song Zhong returns to the city, and flogging is forbidden at night. Only the Fautu family is allowed. Give it a break.
When you die, you believe in witchcraft and don't believe in medicine. When you die and believe in Buddhism, Buddhism is extremely remarkable.
The child had a good time and cried sadly. Ryan will laugh at it if it's not at home.
Seventeen articles in Gao Tang Dynasty, no funeral instrument. There is nothing ancient in the world, and Confucianism is weak.
Why did Song and Ming know that autumn is deep, but thin has no deep dreams? Dreams are broken and sleepless, and cold nights are long.
Into everything, who really uses who. The accumulation of suffering has been eliminated, and the chemical industry seems to be easy to deal with.
The master is happy to be born, and the west is crying and hurting. At the beginning of the great famine, thousands of generations sent a few guests.
Stone's silence is happy, which is not necessarily true. There is no end to noble thoughts, the rain is like a drum, and the bell is like a bell.
The poem "Seven Injuries" about the Wei, Jin, Wang and the remnant border town made me sad and loved the past more. Snow and ice cut the skin, and the wind drifted endlessly.
No one is seen in a hundred miles, and whoever is planted will be late. Go to the city to watch the pavilion and hang the flag.
Monkey ignored the rebellion and went out to say goodbye to his family. Children are many prisoners and have no time to cry.
The world is heaven, what is staying. Don't ask for advice when you come or go.
Send Xue's wife back to Jiangzhou, work hard at home, and all the girls are happy. Married to Xun Ergong, he thinks highly of himself.
My family is the wind of nature, and everything is not expensive. Suitable for boxes, not rude and contemptible.
When you must remember your mother's words, you still wake up at night. Be careful not to peek out of the window, and be careful not to laugh it out.
Don't argue if you are wrong, and don't argue if you are ugly. Every time I follow my aunt's heart and go against her ear.
If a woman can do this, she is a Confucian. Nineteen years have passed, and I still don't have a shoe.
Once you go too far, you will feel sorry for the Yellow River. Drivers cry wherever they look and touch their neighbors.
It is better to have a daughter than a man. In the early morning, Chu Guangxi of the Tang Dynasty boarded the cool wind platform, and at dusk, he arrived at Handan Road.
Obsidian spirit He Helie, there is no grass in the field. The army gathered in the north and the son of heaven lived in the west.
Women are counties, men are conquerors. It's never too early to cry when the old and the young are separated.
The crops dried up and the rivers dried up. It is far away from this kind of trouble and invisible.
The east wind blows the river, and the river flows backwards. Dust and sand rise from rivers and continents, and there are clouds like yellow clouds.
Xiaxia burning luster, He Hongyao hills. The wild old man cried and had nowhere to rest.
Hanlin has a guest and is a loner. Wandering around in the middle of the night, thinking of offering a trick.
Your door is steep and deep, and your feet are empty and desolate. Seeing off the sick Tang Yuanzhen has never died since ancient times, and he no longer remembers his name.
In this year's capital, the dead are old and young. Dugu is only forty, and Fang Rongrong is an official.
Li San, 39, had a clear voice when he went to court. Zhao Chang is over eighty and has three generals under his command.
Life is different, so is death. His family cried and loved, one after another.
Such lamentations are insignificant. Tortoise fungus, etc. Even if you die.
That's how I got sick, so it's not surprising. If you die today, you will live your whole life.
I don't know what I have achieved after borrowing it for a hundred years. Besides, I studied Buddhism early, and this is the shape of my house.
There is nothing to worry about, whether to go or stay. The previous life is a trace, and the next life is the future.
But if you don't stop thinking, you have no choice. The dragon dies, and the cicada sings.
Hu is the god of detachment, and this way is unknown. Thank you, love your friend, and give your love to your brother.
You can understand this, but you can't listen to what the world says. Four Wonders Jia Yi Modern Mao Zedong Jia Caisheng is in a state of chaos, and his crying feelings are sad.
Liang Wang fell off his horse in search of something ordinary, so why should he exchange grief for life?
5. Poems about Tears 1 Yu Rong's lonely tears Gan Lan is like a rain falling on a pear flower in spring.
Spring is still old, few people are empty, and tears are streaming down her face.
I am afraid that people will ask questions, swallow tears and make up.
4. Hold hands and look at each other, tears are silent and choked.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory, red makeup and tears.
6. Looking around, lonely and sad.
7. Last April 17 was today.
Farewell My Concubine: With tears in her eyes and a false face, she was half-frowning with shame.
I don't know if my soul is broken, so is my dream.
Nobody knows except the horizon and the moon.
8. Looking at Zhu's thoughts, he is haggard and fragmented.
If you don't believe me, you will cry.
9. How beautiful she is, how quietly she leans against the pearly sash, and how annoyed her forehead is! .
You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much.
10. The rhinoceros is full of flowers, and my concubine has a pair of stolen tears.
If tears are like pearls, they will not disappear.
Know what the limit is, string to HongLing should be one million.
6. The ancient poem about crying is called Du Mu Cultural Relics of the Six Dynasties, and the sky is light and the clouds are idle.
Birds go to the mountains, and people sing and cry. In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset.
Disappointed, I watch Fan Li every day, and there are five lakes in the East. Send some letters to Huang Tingjian. I live in Jun Nanhai, Beihai, but I can't deliver books to geese.
Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain. Housekeeping, but with four vertical walls, does not cure diseases.
I think my reading head turned white, and the ape across the stream cried. Xitai cried that Xie Ao cried in his later years and went to Taiwan Province during the day.
Tears fell on the Wujiang River and returned to the sea with the tide. So the clothes are still dyed blue, and the land is not pity.
A guest in Laoshan should only feel eight sorrows. Mourning Yang Quan and Lu Xun is like old times. Bloom spent two reasons.
When do you cry for Jiang Nanyu and Simin? Tao Yuanming will die if he lives, sooner or later.
Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book. What is Lingsan? Dry and empty wood.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried. Do you feel safe without knowing the gains and losses? Long live the century, who knows the honor or disgrace.
The second part of the elegy is that Tao Yuanming used not to drink, but now he is empty. Spring mash gives birth to floating ants. When can we taste it better? Before the food box was full of me, I stood by crying.
If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light. I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township.
No one sleeps in the weeds. He is as blind as a bat. Once out, it's still early to go back to night.
Details of RoyceWong's Seven Wounded Poems Looking up Border Town in Baidu made me sad and loved it more. Snow and ice cut the skin, and the wind drifted endlessly.
No one is seen in a hundred miles, and whoever is planted will be late. Go to the city to watch the pavilion and hang the flag.
Monkey ignored the rebellion and went out to say goodbye to his family. Children are many prisoners and have no time to cry.
The world is heaven, what is staying. Don't ask for advice when you come or go.
Farewell to Mao Yongjia and Xu Ling, and wish my son strict discipline and return to the feather vibration instrument. I am sick today, so don't leave me alone.
When Mr. White Horse came to cry, I knew. Take off your sword in vain, and hang the leading branches in vain.
Du Fu Shaoling, the head of mourning, swallowed and cried at night. I stole the winding river like a shadow of spring. There are thousands of palaces on the shore and new branches of willows. Who are you green for? .
I remember the colorful flags floating from the South Garden, which was full of colors. The first lady of the kingdom, from the Sun Palace, waited on the emperor's royal chariot.
The cavalry in front of them were all holding bows and arrows, and discerning horses were chewing gold. An archer, chest up, went through the clouds and hit a pair of birds with one arrow.
Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? A blood-stained soul has no home and nowhere to go. A clear wave flowed eastward, crossing the Diaolou Mountain Path, and there was no news.
Compassionate people shed tears and hoped that she would be as eternal as rivers and flowers. When I boarded the Tatar, in the dim twilight, the clouds were filled with dust and I wanted to forget the north and south and go to the south.
Crying that Fu's war is a new ghost and worrying about the old man alone. At dusk, suddenly snowflakes are dancing in the wind.
The gourd is discarded, the wine vessel has no wine, and the stove is red. The news of the front-line battle and the news of his wife and sisters are unknown. Sadness sits in the air with his hands in the air.
At night in the pavilion, Du Fu and when the sunlight in winter is shortened on the elemental scale, the end of the world is frost and snow. Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.
Wild cries and smells of war, I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn. Wolong and Pegasus are not generals now. They are dust and the personnel are lonely.
Du Fu, a recruiter, has several people in Room 10, but Qianshan is empty. The road is full of tears, and the city does not smell songs.
Floating stems have no fixed place, and the title is Hogo. Loyalists don't pass through Shu, so what's my way?
Wen Tingyun of Suwu Temple, although our special envoy Su Wu is gone, his body and soul, the temple and these trees are still alive. The detention of the North Sea book is cut off, and the moon is above the head; The hungry sheep are back, and the vast grassland has been blackened by dusk.
Go back to your visit tower, but there is no sign; The crown sword is like life, and it is in the prime of life. Marquis Hou Feng commemorates the emperor, who has never met his subjects; Empty to the eyes of the first emperor, lamenting the past years.
Snow tea in Yuan Hongdao is the second most popular word in Zhi Zhu's ci, and white-headed widows cry in the blue wind. Ten rooms have been empty since the mink tiger ran amok.
On New Year's Eve, I feel that Tan Sitong's life is blurred, and I dare to say who died in the Central Plains. From ice to heaven, strange bones are tempered, and a good sentence is beautiful at one time.
Crying for no reason is because of the long night, Yin and Yang are better than this time. There is an appointment to smell chickens dancing together, and it turns to hate late before the lights.
Nian Nujiao, the king of Southeast Zheng Xie, swept away old habits and purged the country. Cooper is lying in the temple, and dragons come to stay every night.
Weng Zhong's clothes, lion's horns, moss marks of static locks. As the sun sets, several people are studying on horseback.
It is said that the world is impermanent, and the rain is coming, and the ghosts are crying and howling. I don't remember the founding day of that year, and the clay figurine of the Yuan Dynasty burst into tears.
The eggshell is dry, and the world of pills and mud rolls like a candle. On the side of the old monk's mountain, he only took a ladle of boiling spring.
Weeping Yin Wei's life can be regarded as geometry. After all, it is invisible.
Waiting for you to die. Everything hurts.
The loving mother was not buried. A girl is only ten years old.
In the cold suburbs. Depression smells like crying.
The sea of clouds is boundless. Birds can't sing.
Why are pedestrians lonely? This day is sad.
Remember when you were in the past. Ask me if I have learned anything.
It's not too early to advise you to suffer. Let you accomplish nothing.
Old friends have their own gifts. Not as good as life.
Negative is different. Weep for Chai Jing.
In the spring, the ancestors of the founder Jian He had three feet of water in the box and went to Wutan to slaughter dragons. Far away, the sword of the sword seems to shoot from the moonlight clouds, coldly attacking people; It's like a white ribbon.
The pattern on the scabbard of the old shark skin is shining, and there is a thick layer of grease, which looks like the tail feather of a male, and never rusts. This sword is not only exquisite and sharp, but also has a chivalrous heart like a famous chivalrous man in the Warring States period, which is clearly reflected in the text of the book Chunfang.
The silk ball hangs gold, and the divine light is about to break lantian jade. The white gods in the west are scared when they see it, and the mother gods will cry.
The bronze camel grieved that Li He was down and out in March and went to his owner to look for flowers. Who wrote the song for spring? The sad bronze camel of Luoan.
There are many passengers in the south of the bridge, and the ancients are spared in the north. A guest who drinks a glass of wine will make him sad for a thousand years.
Don't waste this life, the wind blows a candle. Tired of seeing peach trees laughing and bronze camels crying at night.
Long night sings Li He's curly hair, Hu Er's eyes are clear and blue, and tall buildings still blow bamboo at night. A cry seems to come to the sky, and the beauty cries at home under the moon.
The seven-point star hides the finger, which coincides with the sign of Qingfeng Palace. Shu Road is full of clouds in autumn, and Xiangjiang River wakes up at midnight.
The beauty of Yutang is in love, and the blue window is full of sorrow. The cold anvil can be pounded a hundred feet, and the powder tears and beads fall into the red line.
Don't be a long-headed singer, Hu Er is worried about others through the window. Jionji felt that Bai Juyi asked himself what he was disappointed with, but it was too late to enter the temple gate.
The Li family cried that Yuan's family was ill, and the persimmon leaves were red when they came alone. Visit Gaotang in the monkey crow place of Xue Tao in Wushan Temple, and smoke vanilla all the way.
The mountains have not forgotten Song Yu, and the sound of water is still crying to the king. Every night under the balcony, the rain is clouds and Chu is dead.
There are many willows in front of the temple, and the thrush comes to the sky in spring. Weeping Li Juyi came to see me last autumn.
This year in Changle, I cried in spring. Crying for heaven, is God at ease? If you must take his life, why not be brilliant? After death, the wife gets sick and the baby gets sick.
Bai Juyi, a Fujian resident on the river, has lost his flowers, while Cao Jiang has stopped. Where do the distant guests go? The lonely boat is delivered today.
Cuckoo cries, bamboo spots are like blood. How touching * * *, I'd better say goodbye to it! I cried all my old friends Bai Juyi cried yesterday and today.
Who are you crying for? Just an old friend. Wei Qing is long-term, and the quality husband is also quiet.
Bending index, think about yourself. He is younger than me and the first person in the spring.
I am half white today, and I won't live long.
7. The poem describing crying and heartbreak is as usual in spring. People are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face.
Lu You's "Chai Feng Hong Crisp Hands" in Song Dynasty
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo!
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In your rosy and crisp hands, you hold a cup full of yellow wine. Spring is rippling all over the city, but you are as far away as a palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is and how thin the joy is blown. A full glass of wine is like a sad mood, and life after leaving for a few years is very bleak. In retrospect, I can only sigh: wrong, wrong, wrong!
Spring is still bright, but people have lost weight in vain. Tears washed away the carmine on his face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms in Man Chun fall on silent and empty ponds and pavilions. The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!
To annotate ...
Téng: the name of the wine. Still "Huang Teng".
Palace wall: Shaoxing is the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty, so there is a palace wall.
Offline: short for living alone.
ⅹ(yⅹ): wet. Jiāo xiāo: It is said that Jiao Ren's tulle is extremely thin, and later it was used to refer to tulle, in this case, handkerchief. Raw silk, silk fabric.
Pond pavilion: A pavilion on the pond.
Meng Shan: In the past, it was often used to swear mountains and seas.
Brocade: A letter written on brocade.
8. What are the poems that express wanting to cry? 1. Although the tune is different from what she used to play, all the people who listened covered their faces. -Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
Sadness is no longer like the voice just now; People here are hard of hearing, hiding their faces and crying.
2. Hu is still there, his temples are autumn first, and his tears are empty. Who could have predicted in this life that the original intention was to leave the enemy in Tianshan Mountain, but now he is destined to die of old age in Cangzhou! -Song Lu Tour "Confessions, Wan Li Looking for Printing"
Hu ren has not disappeared, his temples are frosty and autumn, and his affectionate tears are in vain. Who would have predicted in my life that I wanted to fight the enemy wholeheartedly in Tianshan Mountain, but now I am dying of old age in Cangzhou!
3. Song Yangtian sighed with four tears. -Tang Du Fu's "Three Songs of Qiang Village, The Third"
I couldn't help sighing after singing, and all the guests present were in tears.
4. Everything is for nothing, and tears flow first. -Song Liqing took photos of Wuling Spring Festival Evening.
Spring goes and summer comes, and the blooming flowers wither forever. Only sad people and sad things make me sad. When I think about this, I will burst into tears before I open my mouth.
5. Wine turns into homesickness and tears. -Song Fan Zhongyan, "Su Muzhe Nostalgia"
I don't want to look into the distance alone on the high building on a moonlit night, but I want to pour bitter wine into my heart and turn it into tears of acacia.
6. in detail, it seems that it is not a flower, but a little bit of tears. -Su Song Shi's "Water Long Yin Eryun Huayang Ci"
In detail, it seems that it is not all flowers, but leaves people with crystal tears.
7. Spring is the same, people are empty and tears are red. -Song Luyou's "Chai Feng Red Crisp Hands"
Spring is still bright, but people are white and haggard. Tears washed away the carmine on his face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs.
8. Looking for it, it's cold and gloomy. -Song Liqing according to "slow sound"
Looking for it hard, only to find that it is deserted. How can it not make people sad?
9. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty and your temples are frosty. -stone "Jiang Ji's dream of the 20th day of the first month"
Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, my face is dusty and my temples are frosty.
10. The small building was easterly again last night, and the country could not bear to look back to the middle of the next month. -Five Dynasties Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?
Last night, there was a spring breeze blowing in the small building. How can I bear the pain of missing my hometown in this bright night?
9. Poems describing tears: Yulin Ridge, chilling and sad.
Author Liu Yong, Song Dynasty
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
Translation annotation
After autumn, cicadas are so sad and in a hurry. Facing the pavilion, it was at night and a sudden rain had just stopped.
Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start.
Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat.
Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand!
Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn.
I have been away from each other for a long time, and the people who love each other are not together. I think even if we meet fine weather and beautiful scenery, it just seems like nothing.
Even if it is full of affection, who can you enjoy it with?