1. Qing Qian
The Far-Away Altair
[Author] Anonymous
The Far-Away Altair is a Chinese woman in the Jiaojiao River.
The slender hands are used to make tricks.
The whole day is unfinished, and the tears are as cold as rain;
The river is clear and shallow, how much farther apart it is!
The water is full of water, and the pulse is speechless.
"Far Altair" is selected from "Nineteen Ancient Poems", "Nineteen Ancient Poems" is selected from Volume 29 of "Selected Works" by Liang Xiaotong of the Southern Dynasties. This poem is "Nineteen Ancient Poems" one. "Nineteen Ancient Poems", author unknown, dated around the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. The poem originally had no title, but later generations used the first sentence of the poem as the title.
2. Simple travel
"What you read on paper will eventually become shallow, and you will definitely know that you have to do it."
From Lu You's "Winter Night Reading Instructions" "Zi Yu" a poem.
3. Flowers are shallow
"The flowers gradually become more charming, and the grass is so light that there are no horse hooves"
From Bai Juyi's poem "Spring Journey on the Qiantang River".
4. Cold and shallow
The birds are blooming everywhere, spring is over, and the tired guests from Jiangnan feel bitter. The sorrow of cooking flowers and the illness of drinking wine are still the mood of the year. The cold fragrance is light, and a light rain comes in the morning. I hear the orioles in the willows, I hear the horses on the river bridges, and I spin new sentences. There is no Hezhu in the long road. The whole heart is broken, and the curtains are covered with flying catkins. It seems romantic, except for Xiao Du, who is so wonderful and talented. When we meet in despair, we all have hatred. We are homeless and benefit from the country. Slap the railing violently, complain to God, and shout to Du Yu.
From the lyrics of "Dizhou No. 1" by Zheng Xunchu in [Song Dynasty]
5. Qian Frown
Zheng Xunchu in [Song Dynasty]
< p>Recalling Yantai. I was leaning against the curtain and blowing the catkins when I saw him coming. Brushing the tubes to adjust the silk threads, applying makeup and buns, my deepest feelings were entrusted to the bee matchmaker. The sky is empty and the skirt is secretly promised. The most helpless thing is that sweet dreams are easy to be frightened back. I want to see now, with a pair of shallow eyebrows and green plum blossoms. The heavy belt is quietly widened, and I hate the place where I travel in the new year, with red grains and green moss. Rediscovering the past, it’s hard to find joy in the past, and the moon and the sky are combined with the luanchai. At this point, lovesickness brings tears to my eyes, and my worries fade away. Several stacks of barbaric notes and songs of resentment, I can't bear to cut off the flowers.From [Song Dynasty] Zheng Xunchu's "Yi Calyx Red" lyrics