Apes crow at the end of the river, and people hurt themselves. _ _ _ _ Liu Changqing's Farewell to Langzhong and Deplored Jizhou.
Sorrow is everywhere, and the jade piano is light dust. _ _ _ _ Nalan Xingde's Bodhisattva Man, rustling leaves and rain
But the flowering period is negative every year! In spring, only sadness is arranged to send home in spring. _ _ _ _ Zhang Huiyan's "The Year of the Lost Flower"
I am not proud of being twenty years old, and my heart is full of sadness and gratitude. _ _ _ _ Li He's Sorrow for the Past
Cui moth gently gathered her heart to meditate and stood on her chest. No one knows about this. _ _ _ _ Sun Guangxian's Biography of Flowers Falling.
Disappeared, which broke my heart. _ _ _ _ The first part of Cao Zhi's Six Miscellaneous Poems
The wind is urgent, the peach blossoms are also sad, and the little red rain is flying. _ _ _ _ Ruhui "Chu Tianyao Crossing Qingjiang River Intentionally Sending Spring Home"
Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... _ _ _ Du Fu's Pavilion Night.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's farewell
On the day when he resigned from the temple in a hurry, Jiao Fang still played farewell songs and cried for Gong E ... _ _ _ _ Li Yu's "broken child, Forty Years of Home Country"
Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water. _ _ _ _ Ouyang Xiu "Walking on the Shahe River, Waiting for Mei Can"
I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry. _ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening
A flower flew away, but it was spring, and the wind was so sad. _ _ _ _ Two Qujiang Poems by Du Fu
Why do willows on the green and black embankment by the river worry about new things every year? _ _ _ _ Feng Yansi's "The Magpie Treads on the Moon, Who Abandons Idleness for a Long Time"
High-rise buildings should not be drunk, lonely and cold. _ _ _ _ Wang Changling's two poems "Don't be Xin Jian in Furong Inn"
Wan Li has no bones, and every family is buried at the gates. _ _ _ _ Zhang Ji's "Complaining for Women"
Don't give up drinking when you are drunk, and get drunk when you are drunk. _ _ _ _ Gao Shi "Shang Qi sends Wei Sicang to slide on the platform"
Ten years of tears, a few spots of snail incense wall dust. _ _ _ _ Shi Dazu's Partridge Day, Riding on the Liu Lan, Standing on the Frequency.
If you don't believe me, you will cry. Open the box and take the pomegranate skirt. _ _ _ _ Wu Zetian's "Ruyi Niang"
How to predict my fate, the world is far away, only the hazy spring sorrow makes me sleep on the pillow. _ _ _ _ Wei's letter to my friend and.
Lishan language stops midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain. _ _ _ _ Nalan Xingde's Mulan Ci, Antique Ci, Cambodian Friends
When the waning moon goes out, beauty says goodbye to tears. _ _ _ _ Wei Zhuang's "The Bodhisattva Man Farewell to the Red Chamber".
When a sad dream woke up, the setting sun shone deeply in the courtyard. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "The Path is Red and Thin"
Hold back your tears, pretend to keep your face down and frown shyly. _ _ _ _ Wei Zhuang's "The Female Crown Child, April 17th"
Now that spring has come, it is green and red, and the heart is like cocoa. _ _ _ _ Liu Yong's "Since Spring Comes, Set the Storm"
Send wine to Chunchun in silence. It rained at dusk. _ _ _ _ Zhu's "Flowers Coming to Spring"
The low-flowered trees reflect the small makeup building, and the spring scenery enters the eyebrows at two o'clock. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Spring Poetry
Red beans are unsightly and full of acacia tears. _ _ _ _ Niu Xiji's "The Crescent Moon Curls Like an Eyebrow"
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off"
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. _ _ _ _ Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old lady"
One inch of red heart is a picture of serving the country, and two lines of tears are homesick. _ _ _ _ Yu Qian's beginning of spring Thought
On the tower at the end of this town, the wilderness began, and our desire reached as far as the ocean or the sky. _ _ _ _ Liu Zongyuan's "Climbing Liuzhou Tower and Sending May to Seal Four States"
Spending the night on the mountain at Jinling Ferry, trouble sleeping, is full of dreams about home and mother. _ _ _ _ Zhang Hu is at Nanjing Ferry.
An apricot goes out of the wall, and the layman on the wall is lonely. _ _ _ _ Wu Rong "Looking at Apricot Flowers on the Road"
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Divination Operator Huangzhou Dinghui Garden Residence"
I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes. _ _ _ _ Zhang Yu's "Silkworm Girl"
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's untitled time, long before I met her, became longer after we broke up.
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's The Yellow River was Recovered by the Imperial Army.
Autumn wind blows in Jiangcun, and it is dusk. Lonely phoenix trees don't open the door at night. _ _ _ _ Gu Cai's Meet You Happy Autumn Wind Blowing Jiangcun.
Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea. _ _ _ _ Lu You lived in early summer.
Flowers thanked two heartless people and sent the east wind to spring. _ _ _ _ Cui Tu's Spring Festival Evening
Now the light is off. This is not dark dust and bright moon, this is January night. _ _ _ _ Jie Jiang's "The Female Crown Child Yuan"
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly _ _ _ _ Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part II"
Spring is as old as ever. People are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face. _ _ _ _ Lu You's hairpin chicken red crisp hand
Climb high and miss the ancient oil for thousands of miles, but the willows in your eyes are like Jiangnan. _ _ _ _ Xu Hun's Night View of Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building/West Gate
The bright moon in Huainan and Qian Shan are cold and nobody cares. _ _ _ _ Jiang Kui's Walking to the Sand, Coming from the East'
Thinking about the past in an empty day is heartless, and it is still a smoke cage. _ _ _ _ Xia Wanchun's "Pruning Plums and Singing Willow"
White-haired lovers, unscrewing and spinning into the air, are even more precious. _ _ _ _ Si Kongtu "Jiuquanzi buys apricot flowers"