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 Send Dongping Lishi Island"
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. -Lu You's "Chai Feng Hong Crisp Hands"
The beauty has been waiting for the bead curtain and has been sitting with tight eyebrows. -Li Bai's Resentment
Yu Ji died on the banks of the Wujiang River, and the war has burned the red cliff. General Ban Chao died in Yumenguan in vain. -Zhang Kejiu's "Flower Selling, Nostalgia"
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 "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems No.5"
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. -Meng Jiao's "Wandering Sons/Welcome Mother to Wander"