So many, I will give you 5 first
Jiangchengzi Su Shi
Dreams on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao
Ten years of life and death The two are boundless,
If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
Thousands of miles away from the lonely tomb, there is no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other,
My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream.
I was dressing up outside the small window.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year,
On a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Bai Juyi, latent farewell
Don’t cry, latent farewell. Speechless, secretly lovesickness. No one knows outside the two hearts.
The solitary bird is locked in a deep cage at night, and the branches are cut off in spring with a sharp sword. Although the river water is turbid, there are times when it is clear;
Although the aconite is black, there are times when it is white. There is only separation and secret separation, and there is no delay in being willing to each other.
A Cut of Plum Blossoms by Li Qingzhao The fragrant red lotus roots linger in the jade mat in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix"
Red hands, yellow vine wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. A cup of melancholy, a few years away. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo.
Tang Wan's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix"
The world is thin, human nature is evil, and flowers tend to fall when the rain comes at dusk. At dawn, the wind has dried, and the traces of tears remain. I want to write down my thoughts, and I talk alone across the fence. Difficult, difficult, difficult.
People are different, today is not yesterday, and illness is often like a rope on a swing. The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark, I am afraid of being asked, I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. Conceal, conceal, conceal
Bodhisattva Barbarian·Ask you why it is so easy to say goodbye
Dynasty: Qing Dynasty
Author: Nalan Xingde
Original text:
I asked you why it is so easy to say goodbye, how many moons can we spend in a year.
The willow trees are like silk, and the spring in my hometown is over.
You can’t return in spring, two oars are separated by pines and flowers.
Old things fade away in the cold dynasty, but the cuckoo’s hatred is still lingering.