I went to autumn in March and May, and I still shine in this autumn.
Nowadays, orchids and grass grow in spring, and then they will be fragrant in spring.
Sadly, human nature is different. Once you are grateful, you will die forever.
Because the curtain screen was destroyed, the curtain mat was more open.
Dust covers an empty seat, while solitary account covers an empty bed.
Everything is endless, and it hurts the survivors.
Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past
When a beauty dies, there will be endless troubles.
The candle is dark at night, but the golden mirror remains the same during the day.
Tung leaves give birth to green water, and foggy days flow.
Fang is not empty, birds think of time.
Xiang Yong acted cautiously, but he couldn't help it.
Jiang Yan, a poet in Regret for the Past
It is appropriate to see that the leaves are depressed and the flowers have recovered.
The spring breeze in the tent is swaying, and the eaves are still swaying.
Seeing the scenery with tears destroys the heart and the things.
Today's sadness needs tears, and yesterday's joy often wanders.
Who can comfort you if you keep sighing?
Mourn for three yuan.
You are like Gong's favorite daughter, and it's not going well to marry me, a poor man.
You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine.
You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves.
Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks.
A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left.
The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.
Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you.
No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? .
There is a better person than me, and God rejected a son. Pan Yue's mourning is still a waste of language.
Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.
However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.
Golden Li shangyin
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.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
In the first month, Li Shangyin worshiped the house.
Close the lock and cover it with moss, and the corridor and deep pavilion are idle here.
The prophet is dizzy in the windy month, but the cold flowers still bloom.
The bat blows the curtain and turns, and the mouse guesses through the window net.
I'm alone, singing at night with my lamp on my back.
Jiangchengzi sushi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless.
Never think, never forget.
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.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka.
Mourning Wang Shizhen
On the stranger, the flowers are fragrant, and the fish scales are wrinkled into lines.
Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.