There is a poem in Li Shangyin's "Giving on behalf of others" that "bananas don't show lilac knots, but they care about each other in the spring breeze"
About the melancholy Yan Shu's "Huanxi Yarn": a new word and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather was old and the sun set. There was no choice but to let the flowers fall, as if Yan had returned. I'm still alone in the fragrant garden path
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, saying that sorrow fills new talents.
In my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply (Gu Huan's Confessions)
When does the Populus euphratica stop? Tears are broken (Qian Lou Yuchun)
Before, I felt sick and tired of perfume bottles. Today's fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness (Qian Yu Lou Chun)
The bright moon building rests on its own, and the wine turns into tears (Fan Zhongyan's "Sumu Fu")
Every year tonight, if the moonlight is practiced, it will travel thousands of miles a day (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing")
I got drunk for no reason. Tears come before wine. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar.
Everyone has come to this matter and has no intention of avoiding it (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing")
Send away spring, when will spring come back? Looking at the mirror at night hurts the scene and recalls the past (Zhang Xian's Fairy)
The helpless flowers fall, and it seems familiar that Yan has returned, and the small garden wanders alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha")
The bright moon does not know whether it is bitter or not, and it shines obliquely through the Pearl Lake at dawn (Yan Shu's "Near Flowers")
If you want to send colorful stationery and simple elements, you can know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide (Yan Shu's "Die Hua Lian")
Growing up with little aversion to pleasure, willing to love a daughter, with a faint smile. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night. (Song Qi's "Lou Yuchun")
March storm. It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's "The Recent Flowers")
Parting from sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's Walking on the Sand)
Inch by inch, my heart ached and tears filled my eyes (Ouyang Xiu's Walking on the Sand)
When the songs are scattered among the tourists, I feel the emptiness of spring (Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds")
If we get together and leave in a hurry, this hatred is endless.
This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. (Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha")