Flowers will reopen, and people will never be young again-Little Sun Tu
Yesterday the wind blew, but tonight it was as clear as in previous years-Bai Juyi's Watching the Moon in the Pot Pavilion on the Night of August 15th
The flowers fell helplessly, and it was like deja vu-Yan Shu's Huanxisha
how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers, though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow- -Wang Bo's Poems on the Pavilion of Teng Wang
Don't be idle, turning a young man's head white and feeling sad-Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"
The twilight brings short scenery, and the world is frosty and snowy.
Du Fu's "Night at the Pavilion" means that people don't do everything, so if they want to talk, they will shed tears first. The scenery is vaguely like last year-Zhao Xian's
Feelings on the River House
lives in the world, and suddenly he is like a traveler-Nineteen Ancient Poemsis the most irresistible, while Zhu Yan's
Butterfly Lovers
is floating like ice water, and people don't know it all day long-Du Mu's "Mianhua"