Nalan Xingde's "Die Lianhua·Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky": Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky, it is like a ring overnight, and it becomes a jue every night. If the moon is always bright and clear, the ice and snow will keep you warm. There is no such thing as an easy fate, but the swallow is still there, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After singing, the sorrow of autumn graves has not stopped, and the spring bushes recognize the two-dwelling butterflies.
Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao": Ten years of life and death are so vast that without thinking, one will never forget them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·Who misses the west wind and is cool alone": Who misses the west wind and is cool alone? The rustling yellow leaves close the windows and meditate on the past and stand in the setting sun.
Yuan Zhen's "Three Poems on Sorrow and Feelings·Part 2": In the past, we joked about the things behind us, but now they are all in front of our eyes. The clothes have been worn, but the needle and thread are still there.