Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
The spring pavilion floats softly, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and looks sad.
Hoe out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again.
Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei;
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless!
Although you can peck flowers and feathers next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.
360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing;
How long can it be bright and fresh? Once wandering, it's hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and sorrow kills and buries people in front of the steps.
Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door;
When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.
Accusing slaves is twice as bad as hurting people? Half out of pity, half out of trouble.
The pity of spring suddenly left me bored and even speechless.
Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?
It is always difficult to leave the soul of a bird, which feels ashamed of itself.
May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
Hide the wind without a trick.
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die.
The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?
Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age;
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
2. "Long March 1" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live together in an alley in Changgan, and we are both young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.
Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
3. "Two Painful Mirrors of Daimei" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Obviously, a golden magpie mirror appeared in front of the jade platform. Erase the ice moon, and the brilliance will be bright.
Beauty was old yesterday, with more white hair than last year. Lead powder is sitting in the wrong position and looks empty and sad.
The beauty gave this dragon mirror, which is a candle to me. When tea blows the bright moon,
In order to cherish the afterglow of the shine. In the shadow, the golden magpie can't fly out, and in the audience, Qingluan thinks alone.
If the manuscript anvil is like an arrow string, there will be no return. The wind blew away my heart,
Jade chopsticks fell in front of the diamond flower.
4. "Song of the Cave Fairy" Modern: Jin Yong?
Win or lose, success or failure, but also to calculate.
Nobody cares.
It's getting dark and the stars are moving.
The wind is tight and the clouds are chaotic.
Beauty is ancient, but this moment is young.
Dreams are really unreal.
Laugh together, and everything will be empty in the end.
Drunk in confusion, long-term feelings are short-lived.
I can't solve it. I'm greedy for fame.
But ask: when will you break your infatuation?
5. "The Endless Parting Bitterness of Dead Hua Lian" Qing: Wang Guowei
After reading all the bitterness of leaving this world, there are still so many scattered flowers that do not return. Flowers have nothing to say, and the green window is spring.
I will tell you under the acacia lamp that I have new love and old hatred for Qian Qian. Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.