The west wind is still shining, and the mausoleum of the Han family (Li Bai's "Recalling Qin'e")
The weak willows are suspected to lift their sleeves from the wind, and the orchids are dripping with dew as if they were stained with towels. Sitting alone is frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling 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's "Xiaoxiang God")
Mountain Temple Searching in the Moonlight Guizi, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we visit 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 home. The moon is bright and people lean on the building (Bai Juyi's "Long Love")
It's dusk in the season, and I'm bored and lean alone against the door (Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man")
Thousands of sails are not the same, and the slanting light is shining. The water is long and the heart is broken in Bai Pinzhou (Wen Tingyun's "Dream of Jiangnan")
Don't return to your hometown before you are old, for returning home requires breaking your heart (Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man")
I plan to marry you. , Rest for life. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you cannot be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Sidi Xiang")
The waning moon is bright on the face, don't cry at the dawn (Niu Xiji's "Shengchazi")
The words are over Too much, the love is not over. Looking back, I still remember: Remember the green skirt, pity the fragrant grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's "Shengchazi")
Beside the pillow, I made a thousand wishes, and I have to wait until the green mountains fade (Dunhuang Ci)
I wanted him to come back early after conquering his husband, but he took off and let me go into the blue clouds (Dunhuang Ci)
Looking back with deep affection in secret. Two green leaves are left behind. Riding on an elephant and crossing the water first (Li Xun's "Nanxiangzi")
I often get sick and drink in front of the flowers every day, and my beautiful face looks thin in the mirror (Feng Yansi's "Magpie Stepping on the Branch")
< p>How many tears are there to limit hatred, leaning on the lantern (Li Jing's "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi")It is the sorrow of separation that keeps cutting and making things chaotic. There is no ordinary feeling in my heart (Li Yu's "Crying in the Dark Night")
Asking you how much sorrow you can have is just like a river of spring water flowing eastward (Li Yu's "Poppy Beauty")
Don't lean on the fence when you are alone. There is no limit to the country. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others. Flowers fall in flowing water and spring is gone, heaven and 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 Barbarian")
After the lonely people dispersed in the other lanes, I watched the remaining tobacco in the doldrums. The incense of the stove floats like a phoenix.
Holding the Luo belt empty, I look back and hate Yiyi. (Li Yu's "Linjiang Immortal")
Change my heart for yours, and we will realize 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 and the sorrow in my heart have already broken (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 of the fragrant bottle (Qian Wei's "Spring in the Jade House")
I rest and lean alone high in the Mingyue Tower, drinking wine into my heart, turning into tears of lovesickness (Fan Zhongyan's "Sumuzhe")
Every year and tonight, the moonlight is as beautiful as the moon, and the person is thousands of miles long (Fan Zhongyan's "Road to the Streets") )
My heart is broken and I can’t get drunk. Before the wine arrives, tears first come. The lamp is turned off and the pillow is turned off, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone.
Everyone 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 Chun Chun be back? Facing the evening mirror, the scenery is hurt, and the past is empty in the later period (Zhang Xian's "Tian Xianzi")
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallows return, and the fragrant path of the small garden wanders alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand")< /p>
The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hate, and its slant light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn (Yan Shu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, you will know where the mountains are and the rivers are vast (Yan Shu) "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
Growth hates little pleasure, but is willing to love a daughter 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")
The rain is blowing and the wind is fierce at the end of March. The door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.
The flowers are silent with tears in their eyes, and the red flowers fly 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 "Treading on the Shasha") 》)
The soft intestines are full of pink tears (Ouyang Xiu's "Treading on the Shasha")
The music and songs are scattered among the tourists, and they only feel the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberries")
If gathering and separation are in a hurry, the hatred will be 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. (Ouyang Xiu's "Lang Tao Sha")
Only before I send spring back, I send you back again. If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch the spring, you will stay there for thousands of years (Wang Guan's "Bu Shuanzi")
The falling flower is independent, and the tiny and swift swallows fly together (Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal")
What's left tonight Looking at Yinggang, there is a fear of meeting each other as if in a dream (Yan Jidao, "Partridge Sky")
It's too late to go to sleep, unforgettable, even heartless and heartbroken (Yan Jidao, "Nanxiangzi")
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My temples are pitifully green, just because I miss my old age (Yan Jidao's "Sheng Chazi")
I don't want to paint a big house, and the spring breeze is free and the poplar flowers are blooming (Wang Anguo's "Qing Ping Le")
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Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, one will never forget it (Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi")
In the small Xuan window, I am dressing up.
Looking at each other without words, there are only a thousand lines of tears (Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi")
Looking carefully, they are not poplar flowers, but the tears of separation (Su Shi's "Water Dragon Song")
Choose The cold branches refuse to live, and 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 fades away, but the passion is ruthlessly annoyed (Su Shi's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers")
Everything comes to nothing in life, and the soul is broken and melancholy has no place to find (Li Zhiyi's "Traveling on the Sand")
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Thinking only dreams come and go, let alone fear, the river will stop (Huang Tingjian's "Looking to the East of the River")
The most important thing is that the sound of love leaks out and the shadows of flowers move secretly (Chao Yuanli's "The Mallard") )
The man is strong, green and pure, and has a long-term wish to be with him (Chao Yuanli's "The Mallard")
Sighing on the good dreams, without any proof, sitting with eyes covered with golden flowers in despair (Chao Yuanli's "Yulin Ling")
I feel tired after farewell, my skin should be fragrant and thinner (Chao Yuanli's "Yulin Ling")
Mei Ying is sparse and icy The waves are flowing, the east wind secretly changes the years (Qin Guan's "Looking at the Sea Tide")
If the two love lasts for a long time, how can they stay together day and night (Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal")
< p>The time is not reserved for young people, and the hatred is long, when will it end (Qin Guan's "Jiang Chengzi")The spring river is full of tears, endless flow, and many sorrows (Qin Guan's "Jiang Chengzi")< /p>
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 an old hatred on the cardamom tips, and ten years of dreams can only be frightened (Qin Guan's "Man Ting Fang")
Helpless The clouds settled and the rain dispersed. By the lantern, the east wind has teary eyes (Wang Shen's "Remembering Old Friends")
It only takes a few dusk to ruin a life of haggard (Zhao Lingzhi's "Qing Ping Le")
How much leisure and sorrow are there? A river of tobacco, the city is full of wind, plums are yellowing in the rain (He Zhu's "The 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 and listening to the rain outside the south window, who will turn on the lamp to mend clothes at night (He Zhu's "Partridge Sky")
In the place of nostalgia, the orchid boat urges you to leave. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked (Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell")
Sentiment has been hurt by separation since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqiu Festival (Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell")
After so many years, it should be a good morning and a good scene. Even if I have a thousand feelings, who can I tell them to (Liu Yong, "Yulin Bell")
As soon as the sound of heartbreak is gone, I lean on the railing alone (Liu Yong, "Youth Tour")
Had I known that? I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong's "Ding Fengbo")
In the grass-colored smoke and dim light, I couldn't say who would lean on the railing. (Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
As the clothes become wider and wider, they will never be destroyed, and people will become 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, the fragrance is deep in the bones (Chao Buzhi's "Yan Jiao'er")
Spring is coming Dressed in gold thread, who knows how haggard it is (Mrs. Wei's "Wulin Chun")
Weary guests from the south of the Yangtze River are haggard, unbearable to listen to, and eager to control complicated strings (Zhou Bangyan's "Man Ting Fang")
Hand in hand while thinking about the moon, listening to the flute on the exposed bridge, thinking about the past, like in a dream, with tears dripping secretly (Zhou Bangyan's "The King of Lanling")
My hometown is far away, when will I go (Zhou Bangyan's "Su Mu" Cover")
Ask in a low voice: Who do you want to spend the night with? It's been three o'clock in the city. The horse is slippery and the frost is thick, so it is better to leave. It is a journey with only a few people (Zhou Bangyan's "Youth Travel")
Everyone, please tell me, this is Yi's appearance, how can she be like a niannu (Li Lu's "Pin Ling")
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Only Guanshan is full of moon tonight, thousands of miles away, Su 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")
Hate you are 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 with 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")
I walk alone and sit alone, I advocate alone and even sleep 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's "Qing Ping Le")
I am afraid of the pain of separation, and there are many things I want to talk about (Li Qingzhao's "Recalling the Flute on the Phoenix Platform") < /p>
Only the running water in front of the building should miss me and stare at me all day long.
Where I stare, I feel a new sorrow from now on (Li Qingzhao's "Reminiscences of Playing the Flute on the Phoenix Platform")
It is impossible to lose one's soul, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers (Li Qingzhao "Drunken Flower Yin")
Now I am haggard, my hair is covered with frost, and I am afraid of going out at night. It's better to look under the curtain and listen to people's laughter (Li Qingzhao's "Yong Yu Le")
Looking and searching, deserted and miserable (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice")
It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. Three cups and two glasses of light wine, how can I defeat him? The wind is coming late at night (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice")
This time, how can I say "sorrow" (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice")
I want to express my thoughts to the Yao Qin, but I have few close friends, and no one will listen when the string is broken (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, and 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 tears are red and see through the shark's gauze (Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix")
Peach Blossom Fall, Xianchi 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 is already dusk and I am sad alone, even more windy and rainy (Lu You's "Businessman")
I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I will be alone for a long time. Everyone is jealous. Scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same (Lu You, "Bu Shuanzi")
Only the dream soul can meet again, but it is a shame that dreams are not made by humans (Lu You, "Butterfly Love Flower")
< p>I am not afraid of the beauty of the silver steel, but I am worried about the wind breaking the clear clothes (Lu You's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")I cherish the spring and fear that the flowers will bloom early, not to mention the countless falling reds (Xin Qiji's "Touching Fish")
Even if you buy a fortune for a thousand gold, 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 shining, the smoke The place where the willow's heart is broken (Xin Qiji's "Touching the Fish")
The spring river of old hatred flows endlessly, and the new hatred clouds thousands of 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 talents have been paid recently (Xin Qiji's "Nian Nujiao")
The empty building is gone, and the old flying swallows can say (Xin Qiji's "Nian Nujiao")
The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors. 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 sadness, I can’t stop talking. I wanted to give up, but I said that the weather has been cool for a long time in autumn (Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave") "Near")
It is he who brings sorrow in spring. Where does spring return, but he does not know where to go. , suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dimly lit place (Xin Qiji's "The Sapphire Case")
Despite Cardamom's lyricism, the dream of a brothel is good, but it is difficult to express deep feelings (Jiang Kui's "Yangzhou Slowness")
It is impossible to cut off thousands of strands of separation and sorrow (Jiang Kui's "Chanting Pavilion")
Swaying beautifully, the cold fragrance flies up to the poem (Jiang Kui's "Nian Nujiao")
< p>The night is long and the love is weak, and the early spring is stained by lovesickness (Jiang Kui's "Traveling on the Shasha")The spring is not yet green, but the hair on the temples is first. Farewell in this world will not bring sorrow for a long time. Who taught me that every year the red lotus is on the night, the two places meditate and know each other. (Jiang Kui's "Partridge Sky")
The green statue is easy to weep, and the red calyx is silent and remembers each other (Jiang Kui's "Secret Fragrance")
It is nothing like the spring breeze, no matter how full it is, it will be with you early. Arrange gold house. I still teach myself to go with the waves, but I complain about the jade dragon's sad song (Jiang Kui's "Sparse Shadow")
On the broken bank, new green appears; it is the place where the fallen red brings melancholy, I remember that day when the door was covered with pear blossoms, Talking late at night when the lanterns are cut (Shi Dazu's "Qiluoxiang")
Sadness has damaged the green eyebrows, and the flowers are alone every day (Shi Dazu's "Shuang Shuangyan")
The green in front of the building is dark. Carrying the road, there is a trace of willow and an inch of tenderness (Wu Wenying's "Wind into the Pine")
Melancholy, the two mandarin ducks are not there, and the moss rises on the quiet steps overnight (Wu Wenying's "Wind into the Pine")
A piece of spring sadness awaits the pouring of wine, the boat is rocking on the river, and the curtains are moving upstairs.
Qiuniang Ferry and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is blowing and the rain is falling.
When will you return home to wash guest robes? The word "Yin" means Sheng tune, and the word "Xin" means "Xiangshao".
The flowing light can easily throw people away, the cherries are red and the bananas are green (Jiang Jie's "One Cut Plum")
Sorrows and joys are always ruthless, and every step of the way is dripping until dawn (Jiang Jie's "Plum Pops") 》)
I couldn’t write a book, I can only send a little love (Zhang Yan’s "Jie Lian Lian")
Sima Jiangzhou, his green shirt is wet with tears, we are both at the end of the world (Wu Ji's "People") "Full Moon")
The drunken soul should chase Lingbo's dream and share the west wind with the cold night (Cai Songnian's "Partridge Sky")
I advise you not to be drunk in front of flowers, this year's flowers Thank you, next year the flowers will fade and the heads will turn gray (Zhao Bingwen's "Green Xing'er")
Baling Bridge on the ancient road in Xiangyang. Poetry and autumn are high. A romantic figure through the ages, how many heroes are there in one moment (Wan Yanshou's "Chaozhongcuo")
The heart is wandering, and the skin is thin and the traces of makeup are light (Yuan Haowen's "Qing Ping Le")
Love is still there, but deep hatred is not buried in the loess (Yuan Haowen's "Maipitang")
What is love in the world? It teaches you how to live and die together (Yuan Haowen's "Touching Fish")
Earlier, there were few red branches, and the flying catkins were ruthless, which annoyed people even more (Duan Keji's "Die Lian Hua")
Don't worry about the profit and loss through the ages (Wang Yisun's "Mei Wu")
For the west wind, who can summon the soul (Bai Pu's "Win the Championship")
A hundred years have always happened, and the hammer has never been easy to win (Wang Yun's "Partridge Sky")
Pedestrians endure the cries of crows, and the wind blows like fallen leaves in the mountains (Qiu Yuan's "Sijia Ke")
This year's cold night in the south of the Yangtze River, who knows what's on my mind (Sadula's "Xiao Langgan")
Empty and melancholy, there is no reason to meet each other.
From now on, the soul is lost for thousands of miles, Yueyang Tower every night (Xu Junbao's wife, "Man Ting Fang")
The small building is empty with blue clouds and red rain, and the spring scenery has reached the place where the soul disappears (Zhang Zhu, "Treading on the Shasha")
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The ruthless bright moon brings love back to dreams, back to the secluded boudoir (Liu Ji's "Eye of the Eyes")
The flowers and moon are blurred, and there is no desire to look at them through the curtain (Yang Ji's "Bodhisattva Man")
The bright moon shines on the window screen in the Liquor Province (Xia Yan's "Huanxi Sand")
The moon is late in the courtyard after the lights are turned off, and the swing is cut by the wind (Yang Shen's "Partridge Sky")
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Lan Girl is tired, full of worries and dreams, and is fragile (Zhao Nanxing's "Water Dragon Song")
Her soul is rippling, secretly shedding red tears (Zhao Nanxing's "Water Dragon Song")< /p>
Lv Qi plays in her hand, waving the string in white snow (Chen Hongshou's "Bodhisattva Barbarian")
After several puffs of smoke, only the flowers are difficult to protect (Chen Zilong's "Red Lips")
< p>The moon flattens the grass, half of the face is red with anger (Chen Zilong's "Revelation of Heartfelt Love")Spring turns into a sad day and rain, thinking about the romantic past, secretly hurting like this (Liu Rushi's "Jinmingchi")
There is always a kind of desolation, very haggard, but there are still beautiful poems from Yantai (Liu Rushi's "Jinmingchi")
Recalling the past, there was a little east wind, and the wind separated the curtain, and the eyebrows were sad (Liu Rushi) "Jin Ming Pond")
The sound is slow and gentle. The eyes are not easy to touch. The affairs of the world depend on the young mind. The clear points are deep (Wang Euzhi's "Geng Liuzi")
At first glance, it looks like pieces of elm money flying around, soaking up the fireworks, leaving no one to see the tears.
The river will be filled with more sorrow, and the vast sky will be as straight as the long sky (Qu Dajun's "Magpie Stepping on the Branch")
The Qingming Festival has passed and the wind has not yet turned, the concubine is in the cold spring, and the husband is in spring. Warm (Qu Dajun's "Magpies Stepping on the Branches")
The tender green is like a skirt, and every inch is ecstatic. The heart of spring is drained to become a king and grandson. No matter how old the east wind blows, the color reflects the dusk (Qu Dajun's "Lang Tao Sha")
After a few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crows at the moon (Xia Wanchun's "Bu Suanzi")
Who It is expected that if we are of the same mind and fail to form a knot, then we will form a knot of lovesickness (Xia Wanchun's "Bu Shuzi")
Everything in the world is full of shortcomings (Wu Weiye's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom")
When the hero loses his way, suddenly The cool breeze blows (Chen Weisong's "Good Things Are Near")
A group of people sleep together and listen to the autumn rain, and their little bamboo mats and light fur coats are each cold (Zhu Yizun's "Autumn in Guidian")
I write lyrics when I get old , half of it is hate spread in the air (Zhu Yizun's "Jie Pei Ling")
Love is afraid of lovesickness, looking forward to the long embankment, the red heart is exhausted. The sorrowful chants, the clear blue sky and the yellow spring, who can be found in the two places (Zhu Yizun's "High Balcony")
The past is so far away that I only dream, and the silver kite is cut off from the string of beads (Wang Shizhen's "Butterfly Love Flower")
Where does sorrow come from? Leaving people's hearts in autumn (Wu Wenying's "Tang Duoling")
Bearing farewell to close friends for a long time, asking whether life is desolate everywhere (Gu Zhenguan's "Golden Thread Song")
The hardest work is Pity the Moon in the Sky (Nalan Xingde's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers")
I don't know what is lingering in my arms? It's boring to be awake, and it's boring to be drunk (Nalan Xingde, "Picking Mulberries")
The wind is coming, the rain is coming, shattering the homesickness, dreams are not coming true, and there is no such sound in the hometown (Nalan Xingde, "Changzi") "Lovesickness")
The rain washes away the dense autumn and the people are desolate (Li E's "Visiting the Golden Gate")
Who knows that in a thousand nights, each pair of lights is red (Jiang Shiquan's "Shui Diao Ge Tou")
If the stone could speak, he should be like me, whimpering as he looked at the ancient times (Wang Renpu, "Niannujiao")
Looking at the green pond, the tears are stained (Zhang Huiyan, "Magnolia Slowly") 》)
Alone and desolate, I am relieved to be alone, and I am self-controlling the sadness of separation (Gong Zizhen's "Langtaosha")
I don't care whether the lake is cool or windy, I will watch you combing your hair (Gong Zizhen's "Langtaosha")
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Don't be more sad, pity that autumn has arrived, and the silence is more painful (Xiang Hongzuo's "Water Dragon Song")
The light smoke melts in the courtyard, and the moon is in the pear blossoms (Gu Chun's "Early Spring Resentment") )
A piece of spring sorrow, gradually blowing and rising, just like spring clouds (Jiang Chunlin's "Green Willows")
The tall buildings with red sleeves strive to return home (Tan Xian's "Butterfly Love Flower" )
I have no words to say goodbye to the spring, and my heart is broken to return to the spring. Can spring come when it has gone? Can people come when they go (Wang Pengyun's "Red Lips")
Things on my mind are so scattered, and my songs are broken, who will listen? Ink marks and tear stains clear water.
The afterimages of the sad autumn remain, and they are distributed to the flag pavilion (Wang Pengyun's "Lang Tao Sha")
The melancholy jade flute urges you to say goodbye, and some orchids bloom, which is not a sad thing (Wen Ting's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, there is only love in life that cannot die (Wen Ting's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
Every inch is close to the river, every inch The land of ecstasy (Wen Tingshi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
Who will be able to get rid of all sorrow? The mournful sound of swallows (Wang Pengyun's "Lang Tao Sha")
I look forward to spring's return with sadness, but the spring return is even more moodless (Wen Tingshi's "Zhu Yingtai is near")
Wandering all over the place At the end of the world, where the dream soul is accustomed, I miss the old pavilions and pavilions (Wen Tingshi's "Touching the Fish")
After the soul is broken, the tide returns with each passing night, and the branches are red and bitter by the contrast (Zheng Wenzhuo's "Spring in the Jade House")
Candlelight red changes to the human world, and the mountains turn green back to the dream home (Zhu Zumou's "Partridge Sky")
Shake things off, face the empty mountain, don't ask about the cuckoo (Zhu Zumou's "Sound of Sound") "Slow")
Man and heaven are in love with each other (Kang Zhouyi's "Huanxisha")
Everyone hugs his head on the street and looks towards the old man in the dust (Wang Guowei's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
The green moss locks the long door, which is always a mistake.
The bones that have been accumulated can be sold, not to mention the red arms of Shajiao (Wang Guowei's "Yu Meiren")
From now on, I will no longer dream of being grateful, and I will wear a hairpin and sit on the flower. The Man in the Mirror (Wu Guowei's "Poppy")
Wu Niang praised her good dancing in front of her, but unfortunately she was always mistaken for her waist (Wu Guowei's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
Overwhelmed Dreaming about ten years (Wang Guowei's "Huanxi Sand")
The autumn wind makes me feel haggard at the end of the world, and the beauty's fragrant grass complains about the old age (Lu Bicheng's "Qiluo Xiang")
The crows of birds frighten me, and the flowers splash with tears. , Mountains and rivers are deeply saddened by spring.
Tired of traveling to the end of the world, still haggard and chanting (Lv Bicheng's "High Balcony")
The earth has rotated and the sky has rotated for thousands of eons, and this is the only time in this world.
At that time, it seemed that there was no rush (Lv Bicheng's "Huanxi Sand")
Unable to meet heaven and man, there is no way to see the world, and Miaogu would empathize with each other (Lv Bicheng's "Huanxi Sand")