"The Resentful Woman" Liu Shang
Sweeping the golden steps, the flying frost is as bright as snow. The harp is played under the curtain, and I can't bear to see the autumn moon.
Bai Juyi's "Lang Tao Sha"
I would like to ask how the river tide and the sea water are like the king's heart and the concubine's heart?
Hatefulness is not as good as tide and faith. When you miss each other, you will realize that the sea is not deep.
"Spring Boudoir's Resentment" by Du Xunhe
The flowers are beautiful in the morning, and the flowers are sad in the evening.
Don’t be sad if the flowers fall early, but be sad that the concubine is like a flower.
"Grudge between Boudoirs" by Wang Changling
The young woman in her boudoir knows no worries, and goes up to the green building with makeup on the spring day.
Suddenly I saw the color of willows on the street, and I regretted teaching my husband and son-in-law to find a title.
"Girlfriend's Grudge" Zhou Zai
Trying on Luo Yi in February in the south of the Yangtze River, when spring is over, the snow in Yanshan Mountain is still flying.
It should be that Zigui couldn’t cry, and even though his hometown was so nice, he didn’t want to go back.
"Girlfriend's Grudge" Dong Yining
The tassels are tied to the acacia bed, and the husband and the husband are on a long march, and the concubine has her heart broken.
I can’t bear to shed my tears when I say goodbye, and I can’t bear to wash my clothes after all these years.
"Three Poems on Boudoir's Complaints" by Bai Juyi
The warbler hates the warbler in the morning and sings a hundred times, and the jealous swallow roosts at night.
I am not used to saying farewell in spring, but I only know how to cry at dawn.
The cold moon is caged in beads and foil, and the dawn light is behind the screen window.
The tears on the towel at night are half spring ice.
Guanshan is far away, and separation from the boudoir is difficult.
You should be haggard from a hard battle, and your cold clothes should not be too wide.
"The Revenge of the Cold Boudoir" by Bai Juyi
The bridal chamber is quiet under the cold moon, with the shadow of the sycamore outside the pearl curtain.
The autumn frost is about to strike, and the tailor's scissors are cold under the lamp.
"The Sigh of the Lonely Candle" (a work about a boudoir's grudge) by Xu Yanbo
It's a cold night in the boudoir, and the candle is slightly lonely.
The jade plate has red teardrops, and the golden embers are round with colorful light.
Warm hands to sew lightly, and moths to break strings.
Acacia swallowed no words and returned to Jinping to sleep.
"Grudges between Boudoirs" by Xu Yanbo
I invite guests to garrison Jinwei, but I worry about my boudoir being alone.
The dust is on half the bed, and the flowers are on the broken machine.
The silkworms are sleeping for the first time, and the nests are dim and the swallows are about to return.
The spring breeze and the sun are gone, and I hold my tears in my mouth as a sign of clothing.
Jin Changxu's "Spring Resentment"
When you fight the yellow orioles, don't teach them to sing on the branches.
When I cry, I startle my concubine in my dream, and I cannot get to western Liaoning.
Zhu Shuzhen's "Reduced Words Magnolia·Spring Resentment"
Walking and sitting alone, advocating working alone and sleeping alone.
It hurts to stand there, helplessly touching people in the cold.
No one can see this love, tears will wash away half of the makeup.
The sorrow and illness are still there, and the cold lamp dream cannot come true.