1. Returning to the boat late after having fun, and straying into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a group of sand egrets.
2. Lonely in the deep boudoir, every inch of my heart is filled with sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?
3. I am afraid of the pain of separation, and there are many things I want to talk about but I still have to stop.
4. The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
5. The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so it is frowned upon and brought to mind.
6. Searching and searching, deserted and miserable.
7. There is no way to be ecstatic. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
8. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so it is just a frown, but it is in my heart.
9. I still have a lot of sorrow and no good dreams, and I still cut out the lanterns at night.
10. The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"?
11. The setting sun melts gold, the dusk clouds merge with blue, where are the people?
12. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything is over. If you want to speak, you should shed tears first.
13. Flowers float and water flows, a kind of lovesickness and two places of idle sorrow.
14. I’m afraid that a Shuanggai boat cannot carry many sorrows.
15. I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi cannot carry many sorrows.
16. Leaning on the railings, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
17. The three flutes in the flute, the heart of the plum blossoms are broken, how much spring is coming.
18. I often remember that the sun is setting in the creek pavilion, and I am so drunk that I don’t know my way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons.
19. The sky is connected with the clouds and the waves are connected with the dawn fog, and the stars are about to turn and a thousand sails are dancing. I reported that the road was long and the sun was setting, and I learned poems with amazing lines. Ninety thousand miles away, the wind is rising, the wind is resting, and every boat blows away three mountains.
20. Flowers float and water flows, a kind of lovesickness and two places of leisurely sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so it is frowned upon and brought to mind.
21. Stop playing on the swing and get up to straighten your slender hands. The dew is thick, the flowers are thin, the sweat is thin and the clothes are light. When I see someone coming, I pick up my gold hairpin from my stockings. He walked away shyly, leaned against the door and looked back, sniffing the green plums.
22. Only the feelings are different from the old days!
23. It was raining and windy last night, and I couldn’t get rid of the remaining wine even after a deep sleep. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red, fat and thin.
24. It is good to relax with poems and books on the pillow, and the scenery in front of the door is good when the rain comes.
25. Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and the rain drops gradually at dusk. This time, there is no such thing as "sorrow".