-Du Fu's "No See"
Acacia leaks more and more at night, worrying about the moon and haggard.
Miss you, miss me, I'm cold.
-Wei Zhuang's "Huanxisha"
I miss a person, far away from home.
-Bai Juyi's Rain at Night
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
-Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night
I live in Junnanhai, Beihai, and I can't send geese to deliver books.
-Huang Tingjian's "Send the Yellow Number Back"
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, the desolation of nowhere to talk.
-Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"
Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.
-Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum"
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.
-Wen, "Looking at Jiangnan"
When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago.
-Li Bai's "Spring Thoughts"
Go through the gate again and you'll be fine. Like what? What is the difference?
-He Zhu's "Partridge Sky"
It suddenly occurred to me that my old friend is far away from home, so I can only count that you are traveling in Liangzhou today.
-Bai Juyi's "Suddenly Remembering an Old Friend and Going to Liangzhou Today"
Put your heart and soul into it, and do nothing.
-Bai Juyi's "Bieyuan Jiuhou Yonghuai"
I live next to the Han Palace Garden in Jingshi, and my heart flies to the lake with the bright moon.
-Huang Furan's Spring Thoughts
The city walls are thin willows, and the roads are lush.
Carrying a basket, forgetting to pick leaves, I dreamed of Yu Yang last night.
-Zhang's "Spring Boudoir Thinking"
Autumn grass produces white dew, and all the disciples in the garden benefit from acacia.
-Wei Wuying's "Living in a Idle Place to Send Brothers"
There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring.
-Lu Kai's Poems for Ye Fan
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other.
-Li Bai's autumn wind poem