Ma Zhiyuan
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water,
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
The sun went down,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Liu Yong's Lin Yuling
Cold and sad, I was late for the pavilion and the shower stopped at the beginning. The door is empty, I miss it, and the blue boat urges me to send it. I held my hand and looked at me with tearful eyes, but I was speechless and choked up. I thought about it, thousands of miles away, the twilight sank into the sky. Emotional injury and parting have existed since ancient times, and it is even more comparable to the cold autumn festival. Where will you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng, the waning moon. After the New Year, it should be a good time to exist in name only. Customs are strange, who can you tell?