The farewell night at the Red Mansion is melancholy, and the incense lamp is half rolled up in the tassel tent. When the waning moon went out, the beauty and her tears left her. ____Nalan Xingde's "Mulan Ci·Cambodian Friends of the Ancient Juejue Ci"
The orchids fell, and dark red bananas appeared on the screen. ____Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao"
In this nocturne, I hear the willows breaking, and who can not forget the love of my hometown? ____Wen Tingyun's "Two Poems of Nange Zi/Ci of Newly Added Willow Branches"
The pine nuts are falling on the empty mountain, and the lonely person must not be asleep. ____Li Zhiyi "Bu Shuzi·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River"
The flowers are not flowers, and the fog is not fog. Come at midnight and leave at dawn. ____Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal·Xianyun Nongqiao"
The sound of the Qiang pipe makes the dusk clouds extremely sad. ____Ouyang Xiu's "Jade House Spring·The Lord is planning to return to the date of his return"
Jian Fu Chun Qiu Listening to the night rain, I began to forget my words at the bottom of my sleeves. ____Xu Zaisi's "Zhe Gui Ling·Spring Love"
In the sparse shadows of the apricot blossoms, I played the flute until dawn. ____Su Shi's "Linjiang Immortal·Giving Money to Mu Fu"
The night sky is like a navy blue curtain, dotted with twinkling stars, which makes people deeply intoxicated. ____Anonymous "Shangxie"
The moonlight is like silver, shining everywhere, and the bamboo bamboo on the mountain turns black under the moonlight. The sound of insects in the grass around me was as thick as falling rain. ——He Liang
The fog dissipated, and the silver moonlight covered the vast beach like a proud and dazzling widow's mourning dress. ——Jing Zhe
The crimson blue sky seems to be exaggerated after splashing ink, covering the entire sky freely and obscurely.
The dusk fell quietly like a big gray net, covering the entire earth.
The moon is setting, the sky is covered with black hoof frost, Jiang Feng and fishing fire are facing melancholy
The night is getting darker, and there are more and more "bright lights" in the sky.
In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves that would captivate the city and the country.