Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently?
I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
I stood on a tall building, the gentle spring breeze was blowing head-on, and I looked far away, and endless worries and gloom filled the sky. The setting sun is slanting and the grass is misty. Who can understand my mind silently leaning against the railing? I want to indulge myself and get drunk. When I raise a glass in a song, I feel that I am reluctant to play but have no interest. I'm getting thinner and thinner, and I don't regret it. I'd rather languish for you.
2. Chichitose, a few rags
Song Dynasty: Zhang Xian
Count the thrushes. Also report to Fang Fei. Cherish the spring and break the red. The rain is small and the wind is fierce, and the plum blossoms are green. Yongfeng willow, no one flies all day.
Don't fiddle with the strings. Bitter to say. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. The night has passed and the east window is not white.
Several cuckoo birds are singing, reporting that the splendid spring will wither. Cherish spring people want to fold the broken flowers more. How can it be that the rain is gentle and the wind is fierce, just in time for the late spring when plums turn blue? Look at the willows in Yongfengfang, scattering catkins like snow all day in the deserted garden. Don't pluck the strings of the pipa, because my deep sadness is hard to talk about.
If there is love in the sky, it will never grow old and the true feelings will never die. Affectionate hearts are like those silk screens with Qian Qian's knots in the middle. Midnight is over, the east is not white, and there is a crescent moon.
3. "Untitled, Heavy and Deep, Mochow Hall"
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer.
The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here.
I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
The heavy curtain falls deeply, and I live alone in Mochou Hall; Sleeping alone makes me feel the quiet night is long. The ambiguity between Wushan Goddess and the King of Chu was originally a dream. Qingxi sister-in-law mansion, this is the only one without lang. I am a weak rhombic branch, I have been devastated by the storm; I am Fang Ling laurel leaf, but there is no moon dew? That's great. Although I know it is unhealthy to indulge in lovesickness; I'm obsessed with it to the end, and I'm crazy all my life.
4. "Lou Yu Spring Hate"
Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
Lvyang Fangcao Changting Road. It's easy to throw people away when you are young. The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower.
Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality and bitterness. One inch or a thousand strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
On the verdant Changting Road, he seemed like a couple, leaving me easily. The bell on the roof awakened Wu Geng's dream, and his heart was sad like the spring rain in March at the bottom of the flower.
Where can a heartless person know the distress of a sentient person? An inch of acacia is inextricably linked. No matter how far the horizon is, that day will have an end, but people's sorrow is infinite and endless.
5, "Zhuzhici, Peach Blossom on the Top"
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
In spring, the wild peach blossoms on the mountain are bright red, and the Shuhe River beats the cliff on the edge of the cliff.
A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was as fleeting as this peach blossom, and infinite sadness was like this endless river of water.
In spring, the wild peach blossoms on the mountain are blooming brightly, and the water of the Shujiang River beats against the cliff next to it. A girl saw it and felt that her husband's love was as fleeting as this peach blossom, while infinite sadness was like this endless river.