Love is without words, so don’t waste your tears on the flower paper. ——Yan Jidao's "Two of Three Partridges in the Sky"
The last two are desolate farewells, the most indescribable in the moonlight. ——Nalan Xingde's "Yu Meiren"
If you buy a woman with a thousand pieces of gold like a gift, who can complain about this feeling? ——Xin Qiji's "Touching Fish"
Entering my lovesickness door, I know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, and short lovesickness brings endless memories. ——Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times. It’s even more shameful to miss the Qingqiu Festival. ——Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell"
Thinking of you is like a bright candle, burning my heart and bringing tears to my eyes. ——Chen Shuda's "Since the King's Coming"
With tears in his eyes, he asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. ——Ouyang Xiu, "One of Two Poems about Butterfly Love Flowers"
I miss you two people all day long, and I am haggard for you, in the time of hundreds of flowers. ——Wen Tingyun's "Two of the Four Songs of Nan Gezi"
When Yu Shen Yan walked to the end of the world, he began to believe that separation in the world is painful. ——Dai Shulun's "Lovesickness Song"
Do you know that the red beans are placed on the exquisite dice, which penetrates the bones? ——Wen Tingyun's "Willow Branches"
Life is a time to come back, and death is a longing for lovesickness. ——Su Wu's "Wedding Hair as Husband and Wife"
If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, you will know where the mountains are and the rivers are wide. ——Yan Shu's "Magpies Stepping on the Branches"
If there is a close friend who appreciates it, he will sing Yangchun without hesitation. ——Yan Shu, "Mountain Pavilion Willow Presents to the Singer"
Only if you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love lovesickness, and it will harm lovesickness. ——Xu Zaisi's "Order of Gui Gui"
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax will turn into gray and the tears will not dry up. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled"
People are like clouds flowing into the river after the wind, and their feelings are like the wadding stuck to the ground after the rain.
——Zhou Bangyan's "Spring in the Jade House"