Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
-Li Shangyin
Bodhi has no trees,
The mirror is not a stage,
There's nothing,
Where is the dust?
The west wind withered the trees last night.
Climb the stairs and stay alone in the attic.
I overlook the endless road.
My clothes are getting looser, I'm getting thinner and thinner, and I don't regret it at all.
When I love you, I accept suffering
Searched him thousands of times in the crowd.
Turn around suddenly
The man was in the dim light.
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
-Li Shangyin
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs.
This matter is ancient and difficult to complete. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.