The west wind is still shining, and the mausoleum of the Han family (Li Bai's "Recalling Qin'e") The weak willows lift their sleeves from the wind, and the orchids are exposed as if they were stained with towels. Sitting alone is also frowning (Liu Yuxi, "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River") Chu guests want to hear Yao Se's complaints, Xiaoxiang late at night when the moon is bright (Liu Yuxi, "Xiaoxiang God") Looking for osmanthus in the moonlight in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we come back again (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan") I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return. The moon is bright and people are leaning on the building (Bai Juyi's "Long Love") It's dusk in the season, and I'm bored and leaning against the door alone (Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man") There are thousands of sails that are nothing, the slanting light is long and the water is long, my heart is broken Bai Pinzhou (Wen Tingyun's "Dream Jiangnan") Not old yet Don't return to your hometown, for returning home requires breaking your heart (Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Barbarian") I plan to marry you and live in peace for the rest of my life. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you cannot be ashamed (Wei Zhuang, "Sidi Xiang") The waning moon is shining brightly on your face, don't cry at dawn (Niu Xiji, "Sheng Chazi") There are too many words, but the love is not over. Looking back, I still remember: Remember the green skirt, pity the fragrant grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's "Shengchazi") I made all kinds of wishes before the pillow, I want to rest and wait for the green mountains to die (Dunhuang Ci) I want him to return early after conquering his husband, but I let go I look back at Qingyunli (Dunhuang Ci) in secret with deep affection. Two green leaves are left behind. People riding on elephants cross the water first (Li Xun's "Nanxiangzi") I often get sick and drink in front of the flowers every day, and I don't hesitate to see my beautiful face thin in the mirror (Feng Yansi's "Magpie Steps on the Branch") How many tears can I hate, leaning on the railing (Li Jing's " "Breaking through the sand of Huanxi") If you continue to cut and keep things in chaos, this is the sorrow of separation. There is no ordinary feeling in my heart (Li Yu's "Crying in the Night") Asking you how much sorrow you can have is just like a river of spring water flowing eastward (Li Yu's "The Poppy") Don't lean on the railing alone, there are infinite rivers and mountains, it is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see when you are gone. When the water falls and the flowers fall, the spring is gone. In heaven and on earth (Li Yu's "Lang Tao Sha"), it is difficult for a slave to come out, but I teach you to be merciful. (Li Yu's "Bodhisattva Man") After the lonely people in the other lanes dispersed, I looked down on the remaining tobacco. The incense of the stove floats like a phoenix. Holding Luo Dai empty, looking back and hating Yiyi. (Li Yu's "Linjiang Immortal") If I change my heart for yours, we will know that we remember each other deeply (Gu Kui's "Revelation of Heartfelt Love") When will the green poplar grass stop? The tears in my eyes have already broken away from my sorrow (Qian Wei's "Spring in the Jade House") In the past, I was sick and tired of the fragrant bottle, but today I am afraid that the fragrant bottle will be shallow (Qian Wei's "Spring in the Jade House") I lean alone high in the Mingyue Tower, and the wine fills my heart with sadness, turning into lovesickness. Tears (Fan Zhongyan's "Su Mu Zhe") Every year and tonight, the moon is as bright as a day, and the person is thousands of miles long (Fan Zhongyan's "Yujie Xing") I am so sad that I can't help but get drunk. Before the wine arrives, tears first come. The remaining lamp is turned off and the pillow is turned on, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone. They all came to this matter, with their eyebrows in their hearts, and they couldn't avoid each other (Fan Zhongyan's "Royal Street Journey") When will Chunchun come back? Facing the evening mirror, the scenery is hurt, and the past is empty in the later period (Zhang Xian's "Tian Xianzi"). The flowers have fallen helplessly, and the familiar swallows have returned, and the fragrant path of the small garden is wandering alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand") The bright moon does not know the pain of separation, and the slanting light comes Dawn passes through Zhuhu (Yan Shu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") I want to send colorful notes and rulers. I know where the mountains are and the rivers are vast (Yan Shu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") When I grow up, I hate joy and have few pleasures, but I am willing to love a thousand pieces of gold with a light smile. I hold wine for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers. (Song Qi's "Spring in the Jade House") It was raining and windy at the end of March. The door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. Tears ask the flowers, the flowers are silent, and the wild red flies across the swing (Ouyang Xiu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers") The sorrow of separation gradually becomes endless, and the distance is endless like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Traveling on the Shasha") Every inch of the soft intestine is filled with pink tears (Ouyang Xiu's "Traveling on the Shasha") 》) The music and songs disperse among the tourists, only to feel the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu, "Picking Mulberries") The gathering and separation is like a hurry, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are more red than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be even better. Who knows? (Ouyang Xiu's "Lang Tao Sha") I just started to send spring back, and then I sent you back. If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch the spring, thousands of people will stay in the spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Shuanzi") The falling flower is independent, and the flying swallows fly together (Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal") There are only a few Yinggang photos left tonight, and there is a fear that we will meet in a dream (Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal") "Partridge Sky") Can sleep late, unforgettable, even heartless and heartbroken (Yan Jidao "Nan Xiangzi") The temples are pitiful and green, just because of the lovesickness of the old (Yan Jidao "Sheng Chazi") Reluctant to paint the hall Zhuhu , the spring breeze is flowing freely with poplar flowers (Wang Anguo's "Qing Ping Le") Ten years of life and death are vast, without thinking, one can never forget it (Su Shi's "Jiang Cheng Zi") The small Xuan window is dressing up. Looking at each other without words, there are only thousands of tears (Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"). Looking closely, they are not poplar flowers, but the tears of people leaving (Su Shi's "Water Dragon Song"). Picking up all the cold branches and refusing to live, the lonely sandbank is cold (Su Shi's "Bu Suanzi") ") There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world (Su Shi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") The laughter gradually disappears and becomes quieter, but the passion is ruthlessly annoyed (Su Shi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") Everything in life becomes futile with a snap of the finger, and everything is broken. The soul is melancholy and nowhere to be found (Lee Zhiyi's "Traveling on the Sand"). When thinking about it, only dreams come and go, let alone being afraid of the river (Huang Tingjian's "Looking to the East of the River"). The most important thing is that the sound of love leaks out forever, and the shadows of flowers move secretly (Chao Yuanli's "The Mallard") 》) The man is strong, green and pure, with a long-term wish to be with you (Chao Yuanli, "The Mallard") I sigh at the good dreams, but there is no evidence for them one by one, and I sit with my eyes covered with golden flowers in despair (Chao Yuanli, "Yulin Bell") I am tired of saying goodbye, The skin should be fragrant, and the skin should be thinner and thinner (Chao Yuanli's "Yulin Ling") The plum blossoms are sparse, the ice is melting, and the east wind secretly changes the years (Qin Guan's "Wang Haichao") If the two love lasts for a long time, how can they be in court? Morning, dusk and dusk (Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal") Shaohua is not reserved for young people, hate is long, when can I rest (Qin Guan's "Jiang Chengzi") The spring river is filled with tears, endless flow, and many sorrows (Qin Guan's "Jiang Chengzi") ) When will we see you again? There are traces of crying in the sky above the sleeves (Qin Guan's "Man Ting Fang") There is old hatred on the cardamom tips, and ten years of dreams can only be frightened (Qin Guan's "Man Ting Fang") Helpless clouds fall and the rain disperses.
By the lantern, the east wind has teary eyes (Wang Shen, "Remembering Old Friends"), and it only takes a few dusk to ruin a life of haggardness (Zhao Lingzhi, "Qing Ping Le"). How much leisure and sorrow are there? A river of tobacco, full of wind and catkins, plums in yellow and rain (He Zhu's "Sapphire Case") The original grass is showing the first dew, and the old buildings and new ridges are leaning against each other. Lying on an empty bed listening to the rain outside the south window, who will turn on the lamp to mend clothes at night (He Zhu's "Partridge Sky") Where I miss you, the orchid boat urges me to leave. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, we are speechless and choked up (Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell") Passionate feelings have been hurt by separation since ancient times, and they can't be ignored in the Qingqiu Festival (Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell") After all these years, it should be a good morning and a good scene in vain . Even if I have a thousand feelings, who can I tell you (Liu Yong, "Yulin Ling"). After a song of Yangguan, the sound of heartbreak is gone, I am leaning on the railing alone (Liu Yong, "Youth Travel"). Did you know it before? I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong's "Ding Fengbo"). In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, I can't say who would lean on the railing. (Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") The clothes and belts become wider and wider, but they are not destroyed at all, and people are haggard because of the beauty. (Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") The fragrance is not in the stamens, the fragrance is not in the calyx, but the fragrance is deep in the bones (Chao Buzhi's "Yan Jiao'er") When the spring comes, the gold-threaded clothes are wide, and who knows how haggard they are (Mrs. Wei's "Wulin Chun" 》) The tired guests in the south of the Yangtze River cannot be listened to, and the pipes are too busy (Zhou Bangyan's "Man Ting Fang") Holding hands while thinking about the moon pavilion, listening to the flute on the exposed bridge, thinking about the past, like in a dream, with tears dripping secretly (Zhou Bangyan's "Lanling" "King") My hometown is far away, when will I go (Zhou Bangyan's "Su Muzhe") I asked in a low voice: Who will I stay with? It's been three o'clock in the city. The horses are slippery and the frost is thick, so it is better to leave. There are only a few people walking (Zhou Bangyan, "Youth Travel") Everyone, please tell me, this is Yi's appearance, how can she be like Niannu (Li Lu, "Pin Ling") Only Guanshan is full of moonlight tonight, thousands of miles away, plain and simple Guangtong (Xie Yi's "Jiang Shenzi") When will Wanli Yunfan arrive? Send away the lonely soul, the eyes are cut off by the green mountains. Who will sing the golden thread for me (Ye Mengde's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom") I hate you not Jiang Louyue, north, south, east and west. North, south, east and west, there is no separation except for each other. I hate you but it’s Jiang Louyue, I’m still short of money. It's a loss for the time being, but how long will it take to be reunited (Lu Benzhong's "Picking Mulberries") It's good that the wind is gentle and the sun is warm, but it's a loss for the orioles and swallows. The courtyard is full of flower curtains that are not rolled up, and the heartbroken grass is far away (Zhu Shuzhen's "Visiting the Golden Gate") He walks alone and sits alone, advocates alone for entertainment, and even lies alone. Standing there makes me feel sad, helplessly touching people in the cold (Zhu Shuzhen's "Magnolia") The charming and foolish person is not afraid of people's guesses, and sleeps in people's arms in plain clothes. When we are most separated, I lazily sit on the dressing table when I return (Zhu Shuzhen, "Qing Ping Le"). I'm afraid of the pain of separation, so many things I want to talk about (Li Qingzhao, "Recalling the Flute on the Phoenix Platform") Only the running water in front of the building should remember me. , staring all day long. Where I stare, a new sadness has added from now on (Li Qingzhao, "Reminiscences of Playing the Flute on the Phoenix Platform"). The soul cannot be extinguished, the west wind blows behind the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers (Li Qingzhao, "Drunk Flower Yin") Now I am haggard, with the wind and frost on my temples, Afraid of going out at night. It is better to look under the curtain and listen to people's laughter (Li Qingzhao's "Yong Yu Le") and search and find, deserted and miserable (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice") It is the most difficult to breathe when it is warm and cold again. Three cups and two cups of light wine can't stand against him. The wind is coming late (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice") This time, how can one say "sorrow" (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice") I want to express my thoughts to Yao Qin, but I have few close friends. Who will listen when the string breaks (Yue Fei's "Little Heavy Mountain") One sound, one update. There are banana lights outside the window, and there is no limit to emotion at this moment. Dreams are hard to come true, hate is hard to put down. If you don't know the truth, people won't like to hear it. The empty steps will drip to the light. (Wan Qiyong's "Long Acacia") The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, and I am full of melancholy. I have been away for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong (Lu You's "The Hairpin-Headed Phoenix") Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the scars of tears are red and see through the shark's gauze (Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix") The peach blossoms are falling, in the idle pond pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, Mo, Mo (Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix") It's already dusk and I'm alone in sorrow, even more windy and rainy (Lu You's "Businessman") I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I will let everyone be jealous. Scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same (Lu You's "Bu Shuanzi") Only the soul of dreams can be seen again, but it is a shame that dreams are not made by humans (Lu You) "Butterfly Love Flower") I am not afraid of the silver steel in the beautiful house, I am only worried about the wind breaking the clear sky Yidu (Lu You's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") I cherish the spring and am afraid that the flowers will bloom early, not to mention the countless falling reds (Xin Qiji's "Moyu'er") Even if I buy a fortune for a fortune, who can complain about this feeling (Xin Qiji's "Moyu'er") Idle sorrow is the most painful, don't go and lean on the dangerous fence, the setting sun is setting, and the willows are broken by the smoke (Xin Qiji's "Touching Fish"). The old hatred flows endlessly in the spring river, and the new hatred is thousands of clouds in the mountains. It is expected that in the Ming Dynasty, when we meet again in front of you, the flowers in the mirror will be difficult to break. You should also be surprised to ask: How many beautiful people have come recently (Xin Qiji's "Niannujiao") The building is empty and people have left, and the old flying swallows can say (Xin Qiji's "Niannujiao") The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow and falls in love with the upstairs. Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words. Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to stop talking.
He wanted to give up, but he said that the weather has been cool for a long time in autumn (Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave") The broken hearts are flying in the sky, and no one cares about them, and who can persuade the singing orioles to stay (Xin Qiji's "Zhu Yingtai is near") It is his spring belt When sorrow comes, where does spring return? But I don’t know where to go with it (Xin Qiji, "Zhu Yingtai is Near") The crowd has searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dimly lit place (Xin Qiji, "The Sapphire Case") Zong Cardamom Poetry, the dream of a brothel is good, but it is difficult to express deep feelings (Jiang Kui's "Yangzhou Slowness") It is difficult to cut off the thousands of strands of separation and sorrow (Jiang Kui's "Changting Slowness") It shakes beautifully, and the cold fragrance flies up the poem (Jiang Kui's "Slowness of Yangzhou") "Niannujiao") The night is long and the love is lost, and the early spring is stained by lovesickness (Jiang Kui's "Traveling on the Shasha")