Author: Xu Zaisi
After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia.
My body is like a cloud, my heart is like flying catkins, and my spirit is so weak.
There is a faint scent here, and I hope my daughter will float away.
Syndrome is coming, when is it? The lights are half dim and the moon is half bright.
After parting, I remember meeting you and having a few dreams with you!
There is a silver-red photo left tonight, and I'm afraid that meeting was a dream.
-Yan Dao Ji
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I didn't see you last year, tears soaked through my spring shirt!
—— Ouyang Xiu
You live at the head of the Yangtze River, and my concubine lives at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water. When will the water stop and this situation end? I hope your heart is like mine, and you won't miss me.
-Li Chi Ngai