Two people have been dead for a lifetime, separated for ten years, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection, No.4.
I have been to the seaside, and there is not enough water in other places; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan.
Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia? -The article "Two Songs of Nan Gezi"
Do you know that the small and exquisite dice are embedded with red beans that symbolize lovesickness?
After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia. -Xu Zaisi's "Gui Ling Chun Qing"
I have never been lovesick since I was born, but I understand what lovesickness is, but I suffer from it.
When you enter the door of lovesickness, you will know the suffering of lovesickness. -Li Bai's "357 words/autumn wind words"
When you walk into the door of lovesickness, you will know the pain of lovesickness.
Ask the world, what is love, teach life and death? -Yuan Haowen's "Fishing and Qiu Yan Ci"
Translation: Oh, my God! Excuse me, what love makes these two geese treat each other with life and death?
Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"
Returning your double beads brought tears to my eyes. It's a pity that I didn't meet you before I got married.
It makes people feel sentimental and thin, and now I really regret it. Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero. -Na Lanxingde's "Shanhuazi, the wind has gone with the wind and has turned into a flat"
People often say that a person can't be affectionate, but now he really regrets his deep affection. When he returned to the place where he left sadly, tears could not help but flow quietly.
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
Even if it lasts forever, there will always be an end, but this life-and-death feud will never end.
Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears. -Fan Zhongyan, "Su Muzhe Nostalgia"
Only by pouring bitter wine into your heart often can you turn it into acacia tears.