Don't spoil the present and don't forget the past. With tears in my eyes, I can't see Wang Chuyan.
Don't think that today's kindness can make me forget my old kindness. Although faced with its beautiful scenery, it is still full of sadness and tears, and it is always unwilling to say a word to the king of Chu.
Yan Shu (Song Dynasty)
Original: Qingyang Caochangting Road is easy to walk when you are young. The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March. Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
On the verdant Changting Road, he seemed like a couple, leaving me easily. The bell on the roof awakened Wu Geng's dream, and his heart was sad like the spring rain in March at the bottom of the flower. Where can a heartless person know the distress of a sentient person? An inch of acacia is inextricably linked. No matter how far the horizon is, that day will have an end, but people's sorrow is infinite and endless.
Du Fu in Moonlit Night (Tang Dynasty)
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
Tonight, the moon in Zhangzhou must be equally clear and round. If you miss your wife far away, you can only watch it alone. Poor little child, how can you feel the sadness of missing? Hazy, perhaps wet his wife's sideburns; The cold moonlight should reflect the cold jade arm of his wife. When can we meet again and enjoy the moon by leaning against the thin curtain? At that time, the moonlight must still be there, so let it dry our tears silently.
"Sauvignon Blanc II" by Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)
The sun is full of desire, the flowers are full of smoke, the moon becomes very white, and people are sad and insomnia. I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu.
This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan. Think back to her lover, lover, the person far away from the horizon, the eyes that sent her away, and the source of tears now.
If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!
The sunset is hazy, the stamens are shrouded in light smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night. Zhao Se, who carved the phoenix on the column, just stopped playing and wanted to play the Qin Shu again, but I was afraid of touching the Yuanyang string. It's a pity that this affectionate song was not delivered. I hope it can be sent to distant Yanran with the spring breeze. Remembering my lover, my lover, who floated across the sky and brought the eyes of that year, has now become the source of tears. If you don't believe me, please come back and look at my face in the mirror!
A tower in Chen Ziang, Youzhou in Tang Dynasty.
Where were those lost times before me? Behind me, where are the future generations? . Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness.
Translation: We can't see the ancient holy king who accepted talents widely, nor can we see the wise king who was thirsty for talents in later generations. Only the world is boundless, and I can't stop crying with sadness.