A hundred years of sadness makes you feel drunk.
I'm worried that Tang Cui will be uprooted in September and grass will fly on three sides. Dust horses change color, frost and snow swords make clothes. On a cloudy night, I am riding home by the book post. Yin Qinfeng is upstairs, still waiting for Chunhui.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner.
Fu Bu (Song) Li Zhiyi I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and Jun lives at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
Wan Le's lovesickness is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far away as the sky. Qian Qian didn't do anything, which made people even sadder. If you want to see it for no reason, it's hard to fight. If there is no fate in the last life, we will meet again and bless the next life.
It's not that spring prefers wine, only by getting wine can spring's worries be dispelled.
Cai (Song) Lu Benzhong hates Jun, unlike the moon, north and south, east and west, and north and south are inseparable. Hating you is like a river tower. When it is full, it will lose money, and when it is full, it will lose money. When can you get together?
Sauvignon Blanc (Song) Lin Bu has a clear Wushan Mountain and a clear Moon Mountain, and the green hills on both sides meet each other. Who knows the feeling of parting? You are full of tears, I am full of tears, and my heart is not tied. The tide at the head of the river has ebbed.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
I got drunk for no reason. Tears come before wine.
Mulberry leaves wither in spring, and there is a thick green on my eyebrows. I am very sad.
Worried about hurting Cui Dai's eyebrows, Hua is alone every day.
Looking forward to the return of spring, the return of spring is even more melancholy.
Xin Qiji, an ugly slave (Song) teenager, fell in love with the building without knowing the taste of sorrow; Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. Now that I know the taste of sadness, I want to say it. Want to talk endlessly, but say it's a cool autumn.
It hurts to think of the past when spring comes to worry about the rain.
Guan Hanqing's son-in-law in Dade Song Dynasty is crying, so it is better to go home. Tao is the person who has never returned to the Spring Festival, and has languished for a few days. There are willows floating in the air, and there is no news of fish and geese in spring, only to see Shuang Yan fighting for mud.
Only when you are weak can you know that flowers are more colorful, but when you are sad, you can get jade without trace.