Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
Restore the word "Huanxisha" —— Kuang Zhouyi in Qing Dynasty
Cherish the residual red tears full of skirts, never infatuated, everywhere acacia.
If the flowers bloom again, the clouds will stay sad for a while, but they will only become sad if they are not entertained.
Butterfly lovers —— Li Guan in the Northern Song Dynasty
Take a walk in the pavilion at night.
Just after Qingming Festival, I gradually feel the pain in the Spring Festival Evening.
Count the rain and wind. Hazy moonlight clouds come and go.
Peach and apricot have a faint fragrance.
Who is on the swing, laughing and whispering.
An inch of acacia, despair. There is no place in the world.
Spring in Jade Tower —— Ouyang Xiu in Northern Song Dynasty
Dongcheng gradually feels that the scenery is good. Welcome guests with wrinkled ripples. Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.
Floating long hates pleasure. Be willing to love your daughter and smile. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night.
Jinse —— Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.