Sorrow poems of the ancients

I miss it, it is thousands of miles away, and the evening is heavy. Chu Tiankuo has been sentimental since ancient times, which is even worse. Where is the Cold and Autumn Festival tonight? The waning moon in Yang Liuan and Xiao Feng should be a good time in name only, so there are thousands of amorous feelings. Who should I talk to? After washing and grooming, I leaned on Wangjianglou alone and passed by Qian Fan. It's all wrong, and my heart is broken (not at this frequency, I can't type correctly, so I have to add a flower head). Very sad, especially the general taste in my heart. You can't see you, leaving only hoofprint behind him. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang. But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. When * * * was cutting candles at the west window, it was raining late in the autumn pool. Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress. I suggest you have a drink. When you go out to Xiyangguan, you will miss someone for no reason. When you are in two places, you will have no confidant. Everyone in the world knows you. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. How much leisure do you have? A puff of smoke, plum yellow rain. I can't get rid of this feeling, but I frown, but I miss Ling Du's dream in my heart, and the geese are full of ponds.