Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
I mean, I'll come back before I respect you. It's hard to swallow before spring. Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.
Keep this song, don't renovate it. A song can teach intestinal knots. It's easy to see all the flowers in Los Angeles at first.
Before opening the bottle, I plan to set a return date and long for a drink. When I want to say something, the beautiful woman has nothing to cry, like the charming face of the spring breeze, I will mourn myself first. Ah, life is full of affection and crazy to the depths. Ah, life is full of affection and crazy to the depths. This sadness is irrelevant-the breeze on the roof, the bright moon in the sky.
Don't sing new songs and clear songs before farewell, which has made people sad. Ah, at this time, you only need to see all the peonies in the city, and then you can travel with me, so that you can bid farewell to the spring breeze less sadly.
2. Dream of the 20th day of the first month of Jiang.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
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.
They have been dead for a lifetime, separated for ten years, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.
3. Mid-Autumn Moon in Yangguan District
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Mid-Autumn Festival, whose real name is small, means that the sunset glow in Yangguan District is overflowing and chilly. Han Yin silently turned to the tracts.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
As night falls, the clouds are exhausted, the human world is full of cold, the milky way is silent, and the bright moon is idling, as white as a jade plate. Every Mid-Autumn Festival night in my life, the moonlight is mostly covered by clouds, and I rarely encounter such beautiful scenery as today. It is really hard to get! But where shall I go to enjoy the moon next Mid-Autumn Festival?
4. "Walking on the beach, waiting for Mei Can"
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
When the museum is destroyed, the bridge is thin. The grass is warm and swaying. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water.
Inch by inch, my heart ached, and my eyes were full of tears. The height of the building is not near the dangerous fence. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and pedestrians are even outside.
The plum blossoms in front of the guest house have withered, the new willows beside the stream bridge are hanging lightly, the spring breeze is stepping on the grass, and people are jumping and whipping. Going further and further, it is endless, just like an endless spring. Every inch of my heart hurts, and I walk with tears. Don't climb the stairs, lean against the railing. At the end of the flat grassland is a heavy spring mountain, and pedestrians are still outside the mountain.
5. Wuling Spring Festival Gala
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
The wind stopped, the dust smelled of flowers, and the flowers had withered. The sun has risen high, but I'm too lazy to dress up. The scenery remains the same, the personnel have changed, and everything is over. I wanted to pour out my feelings, but before I could speak, tears came down first. I heard that the spring scenery in Shuangxi is still good, and I plan to go boating. I'm afraid a boat like Shuangxi grasshopper can't carry many of my worries.