Sadness is no longer like the sound just now; People here are hard of hearing, hiding their faces and crying.
The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry. Who could have predicted in this life that the original intention was to leave the enemy in Tianshan Mountain, but now he is destined to die of old age in Cangzhou! -Song Lu Tour "Confessions, Wan Li Looking for Printing"
Hu ren has not disappeared, his temples are frosty and autumn, and his affectionate tears are in vain. Who would have predicted in my life that I wanted to fight the enemy wholeheartedly in Tianshan Mountain, but now I am dying of old age in Cangzhou!
After singing, I sighed and cried. ? -Tang Du Fu's "Three Songs of Qiang Village, The Third"
I couldn't help sighing after singing, and all the guests present were in tears.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. -Song Liqing took photos of Wuling Spring Festival Evening.
Spring goes and summer comes, and the blooming flowers wither forever. Only sad people and sad things make me sad. When I think about this, I will burst into tears before I open my mouth.
Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears. -Song Fan Zhongyan, "Su Muzhe Nostalgia"
I don't want to look into the distance alone on the high building on a moonlit night, but I want to pour bitter wine into my heart and turn it into tears of acacia.
Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear. -Su Song Shi's "Water Long Yin Eryun Huayang Ci"
In detail, it seems that it is not all flowers, but leaves people with crystal tears.
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. -Song Luyou's "Chai Feng Red Crisp Hands"
Spring is still bright, but people are white and haggard. Tears washed away the carmine on his face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs.
Looking around, lonely and sad. -Song Liqing according to "slow sound"
Looking for it hard, only to find that it is deserted. How can it not make people sad?
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. -stone "Jiang Ji's dream of the 20th day of the first month"
Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, my face is dusty and my temples are frosty.
The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the bright moon. -Five Dynasties Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?
Last night, there was a spring breeze blowing in the small building. How can I bear the pain of missing my hometown in this bright night?