1. The moon is dimming in the courtyard after the lights are turned off, and the wind blows on the swing. (Yang Shen's "Partridge Sky")
2. When will the green poplar grass stop? The tears in my eyes and the sorrow in my heart have already broken. (Qian Wei performs "Spring in the Jade House")
3. Change my heart for yours, and then we will know each other and remember each other deeply. (Gu Kui's "Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings")
4. Resting and leaning alone high in the Mingyue Tower, wine enters the heart of sorrow, turning into tears of lovesickness. (Fan Zhongyan's "Su Mu Zhe")
5. My hometown is far away, when will I leave? (Zhou Bangyan's "Su Muzhe")
6. Only then did I send spring back, and then I sent you back. If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch spring, be sure to stay there. (Wang Guan's "Businessman")
7. 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's "The Hometown of the Emperor")
8. Time is not reserved for young people. Hate is long, when will it end? (Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi")
9. At the place of nostalgia, Lanzhou urges the departure. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. (Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell")
10. Holding your head on the street, you will all grow old in the dust. (Wang Guowei's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers")
11. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward. (Li Yu's "Yu Meiren")
12. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word who would lean on the fence. (Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
13. Constant cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation. There is no ordinary feeling in my heart. (Li Yu's "Happy Meeting")
14. When approaching the broken bank, new green emerges; it is the place where the falling red brings melancholy. I remember that the pear blossoms were covered with doors and the lights were cut late at night. (Shi Dazu's "Qiluoxiang")
15. No matter how many tears, there is no limit to hatred, relying on the lantern. (Li Jing's "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi")
16. It's dusk in the season, and I'm bored and leaning against the door alone. (Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man")
17. It is difficult to cut away the thousands of strands of sorrow.
(Jiang Kui's "Changting Pavilion Resentment")