Chapter 1: Grudge between Boudoirs
Author: Wang Changling
The young woman in the boudoir does not know her sorrows, and goes up to the green building with makeup in the spring.
Suddenly I saw the color of willows on the street, and I regretted teaching my husband and son-in-law to find a title.
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Part 2: Grudges
Author: Sima Za /p>
The varying colors of the willow trees cover the painting building, and the wail of the dawn oriole fills the palace with sorrow.
No one sees the flowers falling every year, chasing the spring spring out of the ditch.
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Part Three: Autumn Eve
Author: Du Mu
p>The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.
The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega.
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Chapter 4: 15th Military Expedition
Author: Han Yuefu
He joined the army at the age of fifteen and returned home at the age of eighty.
I met a fellow villager. Who is there at home?
Looking into the distance is Jun's house, with numerous pine and cypress tombs.
The rabbit enters from the dog's sinus, the pheasant flies from the beam,
The valley is born in the courtyard, and the sunflower is born in the well.
Pulse grain to make rice, and pick sunflowers to make soup.
The soup and rice are cooked for a while, but I don’t know who will eat them.
When I went out and looked eastward, my clothes were stained with tears.
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Part 5: Spring Thoughts
Author: Huangfu Ran< /p>
The oriole crows and the swallow whispers to announce the New Year, and thousands of dragons pile up on the road in Mayi.
I live in Linhan Garden in Layer City, and my heart follows the bright moon to Hu Tian.
The brocade in the machine talks about eternal regret, while the flowers on the branches laugh and sleep alone upstairs.
To ask Yuan Rong Dou’s chariots and horses when they will return to Yanran.
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Part six: Spring resentment
Author: Jin Changxu< /p>
When you fight the 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.
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Part 7: Breaking through the Huanxi Sand
Author: Li Jing
The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the green waves are rising in the west wind.
I am still haggard and haggard with my time, and it is unbearable to look at.
The drizzle dreamed of returning to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building.
No matter how many tears there are, there is no limit to hatred. I lean on the railing.
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Part 8: Slow Voice
Author: Li Qingzhao< /p>
Looking and searching, deserted and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of light wine can’t defeat him when he comes late at night!
The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but we are old acquaintances.
The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now?
It’s so dark to be alone by the window!
The phoenix trees are also drizzled, and it is drizzling at dusk.
This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
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Part 9: Chang'e
Author: Li Shangyin
The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, the long river is gradually setting and the dawn stars are sinking.
Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.
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On the day of separation that year, I only wanted to live in Tonglu.
The people from Tonglu disappeared, but now I got the book from Guangzhou.
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Chapter 11: Nagato’s Grudge
Author: Liu Changqing
What's the matter? The door is closed, and the bead curtain only hangs by itself.
The moon moves deep into the palace early, and spring moves late into the harem.
Hui grass grows in the idle land, and pear blossoms sprout old branches.
Fangfei was so lucky that she was blown away by the wind.
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Chapter 12: Spring Revenge
Author: Liu Fangping< /p>
The sun sets behind the screen window and becomes dusk, and no one in the golden house sees any traces of tears.
Spring is late in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed.
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Chapter 13: Complaints
Author: Liu The Doctrine of the Mean
Every year the golden river returns to the Jade Pass, and the horses and swords are ringed in the court.
The white snow returns to the green tombs in the third spring, and the thousands of miles of Yellow River circles the Black Mountains.
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Chapter 14: Butterfly Loves Flower
Author: Ouyang Xiu
How deep is the courtyard? The willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are countless.
The jade-carved saddle is in the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road.
It rains and the wind blows wildly at the end of March, the door is blocked at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.
With tears in her eyes, she asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.
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Part 15: Jade Level Resentment
Author: Li Bai
White dew grows on the jade steps, and it invades the stockings for a long time at night.
But under the crystal curtain, look at the autumn moon exquisitely.
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Part 16: Midnight Wu Song·Autumn Song
Author: Li Bai
There is a moon in Chang'an and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes.
The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love between the two.
On what day will the barbarians be pacified? The good man will stop his expedition.
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The hills overlap and the golden light disappears, and the clouds on the temples want to cover the fragrant snow on the cheeks.
I’m too lazy to draw my eyebrows, and I’m too late to put on makeup and groom myself.
Looking at flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers reflect each other.
Newly embroidered Luo Ru, both golden partridges.
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Chapter 18: Looking to Jiangnan
Author: Wen Tingyun< /p>
After washing up, I leaned alone in Wangjiang Tower.
Thousands of sails are not the same, the slanting light and the flowing water are long.
Heartbroken Bai Pingzhou.