No words are spoken when entering, and no words are spoken when leaving. Riding on the returning wind, I carry the cloud flag. Don't be sad because of separation, don't be happy because of new acquaintances.
——Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs·Shao Siming"
The jianjia is green and the white dew is like frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side.
——The Book of Songs "Guo Feng·Qin Feng·Jian Jia"
Shangxie! I want to know you and live a long life. There are no mausoleums in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you.
——Han Yuefu's "Shangxie"
From now on, I have no intention of loving the good night,
Let him go down to the west tower under the bright moon.
——Li Yi's "Writing Love"
I am a melancholy guest in the world,
knowing what happened to you, I burst into tears,
The sound of heartbreak Reminiscing about life.
——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxi Sand"
You gave birth to me before I was born,
I gave birth to you and you are old,
I hate to be born. Even if we are not together,
I will be with you every day.
"Poem on Tongguan Kiln Porcelain of the Tang Dynasty"
There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, but I am happy for you, but you don't know it.
——Liu Xiang's "Song of the Yue People"
It's not that he loves the world, he seems to have been mistaken by his predecessor.
When the flowers fall and bloom, it is always the Lord of the East.
If you go, you must go, and you must live no matter how you live.
If you have a head full of mountain flowers, don’t ask where the slave is.
——Yan Rui's "Businessman"
After reading all the pain of parting in the end of the world, I return like a scattered flower.
The flowers look at each other without saying a word, and the green window is full of spring and sky.
When the lovesickness lamp is turned on, there is a wisp of new love and thousands of old hatreds.
The most difficult thing is to keep it in the world.
——Wang Guowei's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness, and two places of leisurely sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
——Li Qingzhao's "One Cut Plum"
Ten years of life and death are uncertain.
If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
Thousands of miles away from the lonely grave, there is no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other.
My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost.
When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream.
Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year.
On a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.
——Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
It is easy to change people's hearts, but it is easy to change people's hearts.
It is half past midnight when the Lishan language is gone, and the tears and rain will not complain.
How lucky I am to be a man in brocade, I wish I could have the same wings and branches.
——Nalan Xingde's "Mulan Ci·Cambodian Friends of the Ancient Juejue Ci"