Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
-Ouyang Xiu's "The Recent Flowers"
I don't know how far you are after leaving, which is bleak and boring.
-Ouyang Xiu's "Spring on the Jade Tower"
Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.
-Ouyang Xiu's "Spring on the Jade Tower"
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
-Ouyang Xiu's "Life Checker"
The most heartbreaking thing is to fold the song before laughing!
-Ouyang Xiu's Confessions
Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.
-Li Shangyin's Fall in Love with the Rockfall Pavilion and Pay homage to Cui Yong and Cuizhou.
The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge.
-Nalan Xingde's "Being Good to China"
Thinking about what broke someone's intestines was to glance at the cloister in his spring dream.
-Nalan Xingde's "Langtaosha"
How much love? The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains.
-Nalan Xingde's "The Recent Flowers"
I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. I remember my life in the sound of heartbreak.
-Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha"
Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives. Acacia does not face each other, who is spring?
-Na Lanxingde's "Flower Tang Chun"
Red candle on the back, embroidered, long dream without knowing.
-Li Yu's "More Leakage"
There was an old smoky moon that year, and the moths in Furong City cried.
-Li Yu "Feeling"
The past is empty, still like a dream.
-Li Yu's "Midnight Song"
Don't worry about tears, Shengfeng will cry, and his heart will be more broken!
-Li Yu's "Looking at Jiangnan" suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew plum bottles. Heart words have turned gray.
-Nalan Xingde's "Jiangnan Memory"
Now I am wrong, I am sad, I am crying, and my mind is full of spring breeze.
-Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds"
Heartbroken moon and cardamom, the moon seems to be at that time, and people seem to be at that time.
-Su curtain cover of Nalanxingde
Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in pieces. What happened to the sunset near dusk? There is still a soul in the world.
-Nalanxingde's Yu Meiren.
The bright moon is passionate about Ying Xiao Wo, laughing at me now, lonely, wandering alone, singing alone.
-Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds"
I have recalled this feeling, and it was a dream eleven years ago.
-Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds"
On the boat, the strings of the river are on the water, and the city is full of flying catkins and light dust.
-Li Yu's "Looking at Jiangnan"
Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a ship is anchored in the depths of Lu Hua.
-Li Yu's "Looking at Jiangnan"
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
-Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers"
Sad pillow night rain, a little rain, a little rain, worried about hurting northerners, not used to listening.
-Li Qingzhao's "Adding Words and Picking Mulberries"
A cloud rises between the light of heaven and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart.
-On Li Bai's "Nanjing on the Phoenix Terrace".
The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
-The Book of Songs, National Style, Qin Feng and Jia Jian.
Peach blossoms are in full bloom, colorful and fiery red.
-The Book of Songs, national style, Nan Zhou, Yao Tao.
Guan Guan Luo Qiu, in Hezhou, is a gentle and graceful lady and a gentleman.
-The Book of Songs, National Style and Nan Zhou Guanluo.
As the moon remains unchanged, as the sun rises.
-The Book of Songs Xiaoya Nature Conservation.
It is advisable to talk about drinking, grow old with your son, and calm down the court instruments.
-The Book of Songs, National Style and Zheng Feng.
Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.
-The Book of Songs Xiaoya Cai Wei