An ancient poem written to the tired self is as follows:
1. There is no need to look up at the new pavilion, it is not as good as when I shed tears before. ——Yu Ji's "Elegy to the Prime Minister"
2. The husband is not without tears, and he does not shed them during parting. ——Lu Guimeng's "Farewell"
3. The spring tide brings rain late in the evening, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. ——Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream"
4. The wheat waves turn over the clear wind and the willows blow, and the spring weather has passed. ——Nalan Xingde's "Four Harmonies: The Wheat Waves Turn over the Clear Wind and the Willows"
5. The white-haired scholar shed tears in Shenzhou, all desolate. Don’t drop to Niu Shan. ——Liu Kezhuang's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom·Nine Days"
6. Looking at the extreme spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy. ——Liu Yong's "Die Lian Hua·Standing in the Dangerous Building and the Breeze is Soft"
7. Make trouble with the tearful ink question of Zhengyi. ——He Zhu's "The Sound of the Pestle and the Shining Face of the Anvil"
8. Red and pink tears are shed in sorrow, and the eyebrows are cut in spring and the mountains are green. ——Niu Qiao's "Bodhisattva Man·Dancing skirt fragrant and warm golden mud phoenix"
9. Men, there is China in the northwest, don't shed tears by the West Bridge. ——Liu Kezhuang's "Jade House Spring·Xi Lin Tui"
10. After returning home and having a good meal, I lie down under the moonlight without taking off my coir raincoat. ——Lu Yan's "Shepherd Boy"
11. But the hatred is out of place, and the melancholy makes the heart sad. —— Ruan Ji's "Eighty-two Songs of Love, Seventy-nine"
12. Even more cold and tears, hoping to rise and build the city's tide. ——Wang Anshi's "Renchen Cold Food"
13. It's a pity that all the clear songs are given to the dusk. ——Huang Xiaomai's "The Night Moon in Hunan Spring, Near the Qingming Festival"
14. I was so sad about spring that I couldn't bear to hear it. Where are the flowers in Fengcheng? ——Li Shangyin's "The Flowing Oriole"
15. When I return, I see a young girl with no tears left.
——Wei Yingwu's "Sending Yang's Daughter"