But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. -Li Bai's "Shu Yun, Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building Farewell School Book"
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! -Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and I plan to canoe, so that the grasshopper boat in Shuangxi can't move and has a lot of worries. -Li Qingzhao's Spring in Wuling
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. -Li Bai's Song of Autumn Pu
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha"
Ah, the ship goes around the sun and the moon, and the dream is broken, only the bronze mirror, and the rosy face is gone. Spring goes and spring comes, and there are thousands of worries like the sea. -Qin Guan's "Thousand Years"
Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water. -Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"
If you ask how much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain. -He Zhu's Jade Case
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. -Yan Shu's "The Recent Flowers"
But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. Cui Hao
The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further. -Li Yu
Sunset towers overlap on the mountain, which can't reach more than half of leisure troubles. -Zhao Wei
Please measure the water in the East China Sea to see the shallow sorrow. -Li Wei
Weak willows are suspicious of the wind, and orchids are like towels. Sitting alone also contains a frown-Liu Yuxi's memory of Jiangnan
Chuke wants to hear Yao's grievances, and Xiaoxiang is in the middle of the night —— Liu Yuxi's Xiaoxiang God
Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When shall I go again? Bai Juyi's memory of Jiangnan
Think long and hate long, until it's time to pay back. People Leaning in the Moonlight —— Bai Juyi's Sauvignon Blanc
At dusk, I am bored and leaning against the door alone —— Wen's Bodhisattva Man