Wang Jiangnan freshens up.
Tang dynasty: Wen
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear. Broken-hearted Baipingzhou.
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After washing and dressing, I looked out from the railing of Wangjianglou alone. Hundreds of ships passed by, and none of the expected people appeared. The afterglow of the sun shines on the river, and the river flows slowly, and the tenderness of missing lingers on that Baipingzhou.
Second, "The Huanxisha Building on the Chunjiang River is 100 feet high"
Huanxisha Building is 100 feet high, by the river.
Song Dynasty: Zhang Xian
The building is 100 feet high, located by the river, and the smoke has not returned to the radiation. How long has it been like a river tide?
Flowers are flying in the wind, butterflies are flying, and bridges are flat in the water. Tonight is only a long time away.
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A 100-foot-high building stands on the river, and a thoughtful woman is looking down at the railing upstairs. I saw a faint fog by the river, and the small white sail kept coming and going like a shuttle, but I couldn't see her husband's boat coming back. She felt extremely disappointed and sad. Her husband is not as good as Chao Jiang in keeping his word. The spring tides rise and fall regularly, and it makes people angry if he fails to pay back after the deadline!
Pieces of fallen flowers dance with the wind, playing with each other like a group of colorful butterflies, indicating that another year has passed; Under Liu Yin, the spring wave has risen to the level of the two sides after the rain, but the husband doesn't know how to hurry back early, which shows that he doesn't understand the pain of his wife's missing day and night. A day has just passed, followed by a bleak night, day after day, really like a year!
Third, operator, I live in the Yangtze River.
I live at the head of the Yangtze River.
Song Dynasty: Li Zhiyi
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. ?
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
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I live at the source of the Yangtze River, and Jun lives at the end of it. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, but I drink the water from the Yangtze River.
When will the endless river dry up and the bitterness of parting stop? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine and will not live up to my infatuation. ?
Fourth, "Meet Lin Huanhua and Xie Chunhong"
Thank you for seeing Hua Chunhong.
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.
Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
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Colorful flowers fade in an instant, and spring comes too hastily. Also very helpless. How can flowers endure the cold and rain day and night?
The rainy forest flowers are so charming that they drop like the tears of a beautiful woman. Flowers and people who love flowers are attached. When can we meet again? There are always too many resentments in life, just like the river that died in the east, which never stops and never ends.
Fourth, "Yuling Cold"
Yu Linling is cold and sad.
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?
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Qiu Chan's cry was bleak and urgent. In the evening, facing the pavilion, the shower just stopped. I hosted a farewell dinner in the suburbs of Kyoto, but I was not in the mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board were already urging me to start. Hold each other's hands, look at each other with tears, and choke. It's a long road in Xiu Yuan, with a thousand miles of smoke and waves, and the mist in the evening hangs over the southern sky, deep and vast, with no end.
Since ancient times, sentimental people have always been sad for parting, not to mention in this cold and desolate autumn! 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've been away for a long time, and it's estimated that even if I meet good weather and scenery, it's just like nothing. Even if there is full affection, who will tell?
Five, "Jiang first month dream on the 20th"
Mao Yi, the son of Jiangcheng, remembers dreams on the 20th day of the first month.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
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It's been ten years since I said goodbye to you, but it's still hard to forget. Lonely graves are thousands of miles away, and there is nowhere to tell the sadness in my heart. Even if you meet me, I'm afraid you won't recognize me. Running around is dusty and icy.
I went back to my hometown in my dream last night and saw you dressing in front of the mirror at the small window. You and I are speechless, only tears fall thousands of lines. Supposedly, the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where my wife is heartbroken every year. ?