Year: Song Author: liuyong
It's too late for Changting. At the beginning of the shower, the doors are empty, the party is lingering, and the blue boat is urging. 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.
Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is more comparable. It is also a cold autumn festival. 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. There are many kinds of customs, who can say!
Queqiaoxian (Qinguan)
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Qin Guan
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Lu Guimeng, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote Zaqu Parting Song.
A husband won't cry or leave the room.
Toast with a sword is a disgrace to the prodigal son.
A poisonous snake stung his hand, but a strong man solved his wrist.
What you think is fame, and what a sigh it is to leave.
"Fish and Qiu Yan Ci" Author/Yuan Haowen
Ask the world what love is and teach me to live and die together.
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school. You should say something.
Wan Liyun, Qian Shan at dusk, just for whom.
Hengfen Road, those days were lonely, drums were beating and smoke was flat.
What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui wept for the wind and rain.
The sky is jealous, and I don't believe in peace. Birds and swallows are all loess. The times will last forever.
In order to leave it to the poet, I sang and drank and visited Qiu Yan.