The flower is green and green from "Nine Sighs": The flower is green and weeps like a decadent person
Nine Sighs
Author: Liu Xiang Dynasty: Han
My heart is filled with sadness, and I am saddened by the misfortune of my homeland.
I have been away for nine years without seeing you again, and I am traveling south alone.
Thinking about the customs and fashions, my heart is wrong and I don’t accept it.
I follow the wildness to breathe the wind, and walk calmly through the hills.
The music of the patrolling land and foreigners spreads, and the emptiness is lonely.
Leaning on the rocks with tears streaming down my face, I feel sad and haggard and have no joy.
Climb up the cliff and stand for a long time, looking to the south to get a glimpse of it.
The mountains are so far away that they are far away, and the mountains are so long that they are endless.
Listen to the morning call of the black crane, high in the high hills.
The accumulated anger alone makes me sad and happy, and I fly to the rivers and islands and sing in peace.
The three birds flew from the south, and after looking at their ambitions, they wanted to go north.
I would like to send my message to the three birds, but they will be gone and unavailable.
If you want to change your ambitions, you will change your ambitions, and your heart will never leave.
On the outside, he is hesitant and visiting, but on the inside, he is compassionate and sad.
I forgot about it after chatting for a while, and my heart gradually became annoyed and wrong.
I hope the false spring can soothe melancholy, but it is difficult to relieve my depressed aspirations.
I sigh at "Li Sao" for its elevating meaning, but it is still not lost in "Nine Chapters".
The long peeing and inhaling are due to the feeling of depression, and the tears gather horizontally and form a line.
The injured pearl goes to the mud, but the fish's eyes are firmly hidden.
The same swans and rides on the swans come together, and there are mixed groups of plows and velvets.
The kudzu is gathering on the osmanthus tree, and the owl is gathering on the magnolia.
We are chatting in the corridor and temple, while Lu Kui is in the mountains.
I hate the Yu family’s Xiao Shaoxi, but I like the legacy of the Chu style.
The tripod of Zhou Dynasty is in the Jianghuai River, and the Cuan Tuo is in Zhongyu.
Moreover, the human heart remains old and cannot be maintained forever.
We meet on the southern road, and our husband is traveling at night.
I miss Ying Luxi, but I still care about my family.
The tears flowed down, and the tears flowed down.
Sigh: It’s sad to look at the center of the mountain for a long time.
Wan Biqingqing cried as if she was depressed.
Standing back and thinking about the north, my eyes are gradually filled with tears.
The sharpness destroys the condensation and overflows.
Miss me? Who begs me? The servants were panicked and scattered.