When a man is about to die, his words are kind; when a bird is about to die, his song is mournful
————"The Analects of Confucius"
Once you die, you will know that everything is in vain. , but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou.
On the day when Wang Shibei set the Central Plains, he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices.
————Shier Lu You
I would rather die holding the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind
————"Painting Chrysanthemums" Zheng Sixiao
Like this, flowers and plants are loved by people, and life and death follow people. I wish that no one would complain about the sorrow and pain.
————"The Peony Pavilion·Dream Search" by Tang Xianzu
The beautiful scenery in the good time is in the sky, and who can enjoy the pleasure!
p>————"The Peony Pavilion" by Tang Xianzu
The cold rain can't be heard through the quiet window, so I turn on the light and read "The Peony Pavilion".
There are people in the world who are obsessed with me, Xiaoqing is the only one who is sad!
————"Untitled" Ming Dynasty. Feng Xiaoqing
The mountains and rivers are cut off from thousands of books, and I read about you in my dreams.
< p>I am now in a state of confusion due to illness. I only dream about idle people and not about you.I advise you to stop writing sad autumn poems. My hair is as white as stars and I will let it fall.
After all, the same thing has happened for a hundred years. Dreams, how different they are over the years, why they are less.
Sickness and sorrow are turning to me. How can I tell you how to go for a hundred miles?
———— The above is from "Three Three Poems of Rewarding Lotte" 》Yuan Zhen
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Author: Wei Yingwu (Tang Dynasty)
Last year I saw you farewell in the flowers, today the flowers bloom again for another year. < /p>
The world is uncertain and difficult to predict, and spring sorrow makes me sleep alone.
I miss the fields when I am sick, and I am ashamed of my salary when I am in exile.
I want to come after hearing the truth. Inquiring about each other, how many times have I looked at the full moon in the west tower?
The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year
————"Ode to the White Head" Liu Xiyi