Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. ?
Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.
When people are young, they don't know the taste of sadness and like to climb high and look far. I like to climb high and look far, but I can't bear to worry about reciting new words.
Now I have tasted sadness, but I want to say it but I can't say it. I wanted to say it, but I couldn't say it, but I said, "What a cool autumn!" "
Jiang still remembers the dream he had on the 20th day of the first month.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
It's been ten years since I said goodbye to you, but it's still hard to forget. Lonely graves are thousands of miles away, and there is nowhere to tell the sadness in my heart. Even if you meet me, I'm afraid you won't recognize me. Running around is dusty and icy.
I went back to my hometown in my dream last night and saw you dressing in front of the mirror at the small window. You and I are speechless, only tears fall thousands of lines. I think you break your heart for me every year, on that cold moonlit night, in that lonely dwarf pine mountain.
3, blue wet mourning
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
There are too many sad things recently. Who can I tell about the long night? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces.
I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly I suspect that you have arrived, and the wind is blowing under the paint lamp, and the stars are crazy in spring.
There are too many sad things recently. Who can I talk to in this long night? Everything depends on fate. In early spring, the green shadows danced outside the window, the geese returned, and the oriole sang and danced, leaving her in tears.
I used to enjoy the beautiful scenery with you, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the bright lights shook with the wind. I thought your soul was back, but I could only wait by counting the stars.
4, butterfly lovers, leaning against dangerous buildings, the wind is fine
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
I leaned on the railing of a tall building for a long time, and the breeze brushed my face, which made me feel dejected in the endless spring, and my depression and sadness rose from the distant boundless sky. Green grass, drifting clouds and smoke, hidden in the afterglow of sunset, no one understands my feeling of leaning against the railing.
I'm going to get drunk in my bohemian mood and raise a glass to sing, but I feel meaningless when I barely laugh. I'm getting thinner and thinner, but I haven't always regretted it. I'd rather look haggard because of her thinness.
5. Yellow Crane Tower/Yellow Crane Tower
Tang Dynasty: Cui Hao
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower. The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
The immortal of the past has flown away with the Yellow Crane, leaving only the empty Yellow Crane Tower. The yellow crane never came back. For thousands of years, only white clouds have been seen.
The trees in Qingchuan Pavilion in Hanyang are clearly visible, as is Parrot Island with lush vegetation. Twilight gradually spread. Where is my hometown? The misty waves on the river make people even more worried.