Original text:
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away.
The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went upstairs alone to see the horizon.
Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know?
In the morning, the chrysanthemum outside the railing was covered with a layer of sad smoke, and the orchid dew seemed to be crying dew. Between the screens, there was a faint chill, and a Shuang Yanzi flew away. Yue Ming didn't understand the pain of parting, and oblique Yin Hui went into Zhuhu Lake until dawn.
Last night, the west wind was fierce and dried up the green trees. I climbed the tall building alone and watched the road disappear at the end of the world. I want to send a letter to my lover. But the mountains are endless and the water is endless. I don't know where my sweetheart is.
2. Three Sorrow of Tang Yuan Zhen
Original text:
I used to joke that it was behind us, but now it is in front of us as you said.
The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.
Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you.
No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
The arrangement behind, which used to be a joke, is now presented as you said. The clothes you wore are almost finished, and I can't bear to open your sewing box. I like my servant very much because I miss you. I dreamed of you many times, and I burned paper and money for you. Everyone knows that couples will always be sad, and it is extremely sad to think of many past events.
3, "357 words/autumn wind words" Tang-Li Bai
Original text:
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other.
Autumn wind is sad, autumn moon is clear.
The fallen leaves in the wind sometimes gather and sometimes disperse, and the western Western jackdaw, which has already inhabited, is also startled by this sound. I look forward to seeing you again, but I don't know when, at this moment, I really can't stand loneliness and sadness, which makes me feel sorry.
4. Song Qinguan's "Eight Six Children Leaning against Danger Pavilion"
Original text:
Rely on the dangerous pavilion, hate like grass, and you will still live.
After bidding farewell to Liu Waiqing, I was stunned when the water became red.
There is no reason for heaven and graceful demeanour. Jathyapple has a quiet dream, and the spring breeze is ten miles gentle.
However, the direction and pleasure gradually followed the water, and the string broke.
Qing Xiang's fragrance diminishes, comparable to the flying flowers that make it late, misty and rainy.
Just as the pin fell, the oriole sang several times.
I am leaning on the dangerous pavilion alone, resenting like spring grass. I have just been cleaned up and have grown up unconsciously. I feel sad when I think of riding a horse outside the willow and leaving the beautiful woman in tea by the water. Beauty, why did God give you such a beauty? Let me get stuck in it?
When we were in jathyapple, we were drunk in a dream, and the gentle spring breeze blew you and me. Really helpless. The joy of the past has gone with the running water, the fragrance on the green scarf has faded gradually, and your sweet piano sound can no longer be heard.
Now is the late spring season, patches of residual red dancing in the night, after a storm comes a calm with a little Mao Mao rain, foggy. I was heartbroken when suddenly there came the cry of an oriole.
5, "Lou Yu Spring Hate" Song-Yan Shu
Original text:
On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off.
The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
On the verdant Changting Road, he seemed like a couple, leaving me easily. The bell on the roof awakened Wu Geng's dream, and his heart was sad like the spring rain in March at the bottom of the flower.
Where can a heartless person know the distress of a sentient person? An inch of acacia is inextricably linked. No matter how far the horizon is, that day will have an end, but people's sorrow is infinite and endless.