Shaoling night swallowed and began to cry. I quietly descended along the winding river like a shadow of spring.
Bai Juyi: But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet.
Li Qingzhao: Things are people, not everything. Tears flow first.
Who is in love with wine and poetry? Tears melt the powder and flowers are heavy.
The small wind dispersed the rain, rustled and urged thousands of tears.