There are countless painters in this world, but they can't draw their own inner sadness.
2, flying freely is as light as a dream, and the continuous rain is as fine as sorrow. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha Momo, Light Cold Building" in the Song Dynasty
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely and lightly, just like a dream. The rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, just like sadness is flying.
3, a leaf and the sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of dreams. -Yuan Dynasty Xu Zaisi's Narcissus Night Rain
The night rain dripped on the plane leaves a little, and the autumn sound was hard to stop, hitting the banana, which made people worry constantly. In the middle of the night, I dreamed of returning to my hometown.
4. On the city, the setting sun painted a corner to mourn, and Shen Yuan was not revived as a pool platform. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo. -Lu You's Two Poems of Shenyuan in the Song Dynasty
The horn painting on the wall seems to be wailing, and Shen Garden is no longer the original pool pavilion. The spring water under the sad bridge is still green, and I have seen her beautiful shadow floating here like a rainbow.
5, pharynx and pharynx learn Chu Yin, hurting muscles and bones. Autumn is white and the leaves are crying. The light is blue, and moths are dancing in the sunset. Dust is born on the ancient wall, and the soul dreams. -Tang Dynasty: Li He's sorrow.
"Swallow" is like Chu Ci, chanting sad poems. My weak body can't stand the cold. The young body presents a "autumn posture" with falling white hair and early birth, only to see the broken branches and leaves falling in succession in the wind and rain.
The burning flame of lamp oil is shining like a jack-o'-lantern, and moths are flapping the residual light of the burning flame. The old wall behind me is covered with thick dust, and my soul holding tourists is still mumbling in my dream.