A Sad Poem —— Li Tingbi
It's hard to send it away, it's hard to stay, but it's hard to stay. Pan Yue worried about the silk in his temple, and he frowned sadly.
Long poems ride empty, and the sound of geese is far away. Many lovesickness don't meet, and wine awakens the moon like a hook.
Liu Wan, a doctor who was depressed about the rain and sent money.
The accumulated rain has cleared up one after another, regardless of hunger and cold. Take care of your clothes, look at your elbows, and look in the mirror for words.
Nine mud seas, wet clouds in Qian Shan. Dragon Bell drives Money Festival, thinking of you everywhere.
Spring Sorrow-Meng Jiao
Things in spring are different from worrying about guests meeting.
So flowers leave new branches, and new tears fall on old clothes.
Lonely at dusk, floating and sinking together.
Loneliness-Meng Jiao
I was in the distance the day before yesterday, and yesterday I was white-haired.
Want to know how Wan Li feels, just stay in bed for half a month.
I am always afraid of insects singing, which makes my grass rest.
Shi Jianwu: The Tragedy of the Night
The singer's song is not over, and the people's sorrow is increasing.
Empty the post and pick the unintentional lamp.
Worried.-Wei Zhuang
Avoid worry and worry, and worry will be unforgettable. Sit in your heart at night and frost your temples.
No childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines. Excuse me, Gao Xuanke, where is the land of drunkenness?
Spring Sorrow-Wei Zhuang
It hurts more to think about this, and it lasts longer in spring. Dew touched the tears of Hunan bamboo, and the flowers fell more and more beautifully.
Sleep with fear and dreams and relax. There are few people in the backyard, and the moonlight is scattered.