Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Meng Haoran
Original text:
I waited slowly and reluctantly, day after day, until now I had to leave. Old friend, how sweet the roadside flowers would be if they didn't mean goodbye.
The lords of the kingdom are very hard on us, and the people who handle affairs are not our own kind. You should just be lonely, and I will close the door of my old garden.
Xiao Chongshan kept singing last night.
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Yue Fei
Original text:
I couldn't stop singing last night. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.
Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few bosom friends, and no one listens to the broken string.
I thought of Xin in the summer in Nange.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Meng Haoran
Original text:
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.
Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
Manjianghong Zhu Xiao Jinghua
Dynasty: Qing dynasty
Author: Qiu Jin
Original text:
I live in the capital, and it's the Mid-Autumn Festival in a blink of an eye. The chrysanthemums under the fence are in full bloom, and the autumn colors are distinct, as if they had just been scrubbed.
Song Sifang finally broke Chu and tasted like Zhejiang for eight years. I want to Zhejiang: I want to Zhejiang alone.
They desperately want me to be a lady, but how dismissive I am! (Moth works: Moth)
In this life, although I can't be a man, join them. But my heart is stronger than a man's.
When I think of ordinary days, my heart is often hot for others. Those laity, narrow-minded, how can you understand me? (Common son: common husband)
When a hero has no way out, it is inevitable to encounter setbacks. Where can I find a bosom friend in this world of mortals? Tears wet the corners of my eyes.