1. After ten years of dreaming of Yangzhou, I won the reputation of a brothel. Du Mu's "Revelation"
2. A tired horse lies on Changban, passing through Tianjin under the setting sun. The mountain breeze blows through the empty forest, rustling as if there are people. The cool rain falls in Cangminji, and there is no flying dust on the stone road. Thousands of thoughts gather at the twilight festival, and thousands of people feel sad. The buzzards sounded last night, and the grasses are already old. As a traveler, it is naturally a lot of hardship. Cen Shen's "Twilight Autumn Mountain Tour"
3. The feelings here are like asking the sky, and looking forward to each other will tell you what year it will be. After walking for thirty miles through Zhangjiang, I still shed tears. We stayed on Fangcao Road half way in the morning, it was still cold and rainy at the end of spring. A few small peach blossoms win people's pity. Liu Chenweng's "Shanhuazi's Feelings Want to Ask Heaven"
4. Where does Hua Xu's dream end? Hear the orioles singing in the mangroves. A few rose scented showers. Lonely courtyard house. Su Shi's "Reminiscences of Old Friends in Taoyuan in Late Spring"
5. Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. "Lisi" by Yuan Zhen
6. The setting sun above the building, the sound of breaking waves, the wanderer in the south of the Yangtze River. I looked at Wu Gou and took pictures of the railings, but no one understood me. Xin Qiji's "Shui Long Yin Climbs to the Jiankang Pavilion for Enjoying the Heart"
7. Whoever is on the road is telling the truth, and good friends are rare in the world. You should only stay lonely and cover the door of your hometown. Meng Haoran's "Farewell to Wang Wei"
8. The beauty is shaking, and the cold fragrance flies up to the poem. "Niannujiao" by Jiang Kui
9. I have been wandering for a long time. In the past ten years, I have lost all my deep gratitude and lost my life and death to my mentor and friend. Gu Zhenguan's "Two Golden Thread Songs"
10. When the music and songs disperse among the tourists, they begin to feel the spring sky. Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberries"
11. Asking what love is in the world, can you tell us about the promise of life and death? Yuan Haowen's "Moyu'er Yanqiu Ci"
12. The flowers have faded and become red, green and apricots are small. When swallows fly, green water surrounds people. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches. Where in the world is there no fragrant grass? There is a swing inside the wall and a road outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful women smiling inside the wall. The laughter gradually becomes quieter and quieter, but the sentimental one is annoyed by the ruthlessness. Su Shi's "Spring Scenery of Butterflies in Love with Flowers"
13. The wild geese are first flying in the autumn shadow of the river, and the guests are carrying pots on the emerald green. It's rare to smile in this world, and I will return with my head full of chrysanthemums. But you will be drunk as a reward for the festive season, and you don’t have to come to hate the sunset. This has been the case throughout the ages. Why should Niu Shan be alone in his clothes? Du Mu's "Ri Qi Qi Mountain Climbs High"
14. Old friends have been separated by rivers and seas, and separated by mountains and rivers several times. When we first see each other, we are confused and confused, and we feel sad about each other's years. The lonely lamp shines in the cold rain, and the deep bamboos are dark with smoke. There is even more hatred for the Ming Dynasty, and it is said that leaving the cup and cherishing the ***. "Farewell to Han Shen at Yunyang Pavilion" by Sikong Shu
15. Don't send Linglong to sing my poems, most of my poems are farewell poems. Ming Dynasty bid farewell to Jiangtou again, when the moon sets and the tide becomes flat. "A Heavy Gift" by Yuan Zhen
16. He was quite smart when he was young, but he has been unable to achieve success in recent years. The eyes hate the thin writing, and the ears hate the soft voice. He has no interest in wine and often forgets his name when meeting people. How can I spend the rest of my life in the woods like a sparse man from Han Dynasty? "Self-sigh" by Xia Yuanji
17. There is no way to be ecstatic, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers, Dark Mist, Thick Clouds, and Sadness for Eternal Day"
18. People who bury flowers today are laughing like fools. Who do you know who they buried next year? Cao Xueqin's "The Burial of Flowers"
19. I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor and lowly couples suffer from everything. Yuan Zhen's "Two of Three Poems for Sorrow and Feelings"
20. The small building is empty with blue clouds and red rain, and the spring light has reached the end of the soul. Zhang Zhu's "Treading on the Shasha"
21. The old trees are noisy with jackdaws, and the courtyard is full of maple leaves and reed flowers. The daylight is separated by a light gauze at noon, and the shadows on the beaded curtains of the pavilion are slanted. Outside the door, guests come and go praying, and their sails sail down to the end of the world. Looking back at the fireworks across the river, there are three or two houses on the ferry. Zhang Bi's "The God of the River"
22. There is frost in the water country Jianjia at night, and the moon is cold and the mountains are green. Who said that a thousand miles away from today is as long as a fortress? "Farewell to a Friend" by Xue Tao
23. There is a pipa tree in the courtyard. My wife planted it when she died. Now it is like a canopy. Gui Youguang's "Xiang Ji Xuan Zhi"
24. The flowers and the moon are blurred, and there is no desire to see them through the curtain. Yang Ji's "Bodhisattva Man"
25. Where does sorrow come from? Leave people's hearts in autumn. Wu Wenying's "Tang Duoling"
26. Picking up all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold. Su Shi's "Businessman"
27. The autumn wind blew in Jiangcun, it was dusk, and the lonely phoenix trees did not open their doors in the rainy night. "Happy Meeting" by Gu Cai
28. The king of Shu looked at the old stage of Shu and saw a clear river in the ninth day. From then on, the Guanfang of Beilao Township was restored, and the city of Nanci remained the same. Green pine trees gather beside the rock, and yellow chrysanthemums gather along the roadside. Since the past, I have been destroyed and destroyed, and I only heard about the two talents of loyalty and filial piety. Su Ting's "Looking at Shutai on September 9th"
29. When the ends of the earth are limited, there is only endless love. Yan Shu's "Jade House Spring Hate"
30. My hometown is far away, when will I go? He lives in Wumen and has been traveling in Chang'an for a long time. Zhou Bangyan's "Su Muzhe"
31. Reading Nanhua's pair of wine glasses while drunk, carrying a bamboo stick and painting green moss. Rich families fight for their advantageous people, but poor alleys have no power and no guests come. The retribution may heal the sick bird, but who is willing to illuminate the cold ashes again? The everlasting breeze of Yanling is here, and it is a pleasure to visit the Diaoyutai of Dongxi River. The competition between merit and wisdom is indifferent and empty, but I still have loyalty and faith, what should I do? The kite pecks at the rotten and suspicious young phoenix, and the gods and ghosts bully the poor and laugh at the dragon. The scorching sun does not melt the snow on my temples, and my sick body is leaning against the bamboo branches. When Chonghou entered the auxiliary Yanling Mausoleum and retreated, it was worthy of recalling the Ten Thousand Ren Peaks of the Crying Ape. Xu Wei's "Residence in Xizhai"
32. Who knows that the sky is clumsy and begging for cleverness in the north and south of the building. The melons and fruits have been desolate for several times, and I am a lonely guest. Wu Wenying's "Liu Mo Ling Yi Ze Palace Qixi Festival"
33. I plan to marry you and live in peace for the rest of my life. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you cannot be ashamed. Wei Zhuang's "Sidi Xiang"
34. The clothes and belts become wider and wider, but they are not destroyed at all.
Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
35. Er Mao is too lazy to comb his hair at dawn, and his eyes are dim in spring and he often takes medicine. Only leisurely activities can still be carried out, and the mood is not as good as others. Bai Juyi's "Self-Sigh"
36. There has been little news recently, and the bridal chamber is empty and lonely. Wen Tingyun's "Jiuquanzi"
37. Lan Gui is tired, full of worries and dreams, hard to become and easily broken. "Water Dragon Song" by Zhao Nanxing
38. Life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler. Su Shi's "Linjiang Immortal Sends Money to Mu Fu"
39. Loneliness is hidden behind the pavilion, and the country is cold this night. Wang Bo's "Jiangting Night Farewell"
40. It is he who brings sorrow with spring, but where spring returns, he does not understand that it will bring sorrow away. Xin Qiji's "Wish Yingtai is Near"
41. Poor clothes and clothes, worried about the charcoal and the cold weather. Bai Juyi's "The Charcoal Seller"
42. A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, with no place to express desolation. Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi Dreams on the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yimao"
43. The rosy lips and beaded sleeves are lonely, and in the evening there are disciples who spread the fragrance. Du Fu's "Watching Lady Gongsun's Disciples Dance with Swords"
44. The west wind is shining, the Han family mausoleum is shining. Li Bai's "Recalling Qin'e"
45. No matter how many tears, there is no limit to hatred, relying on the lantern. Li Jing's "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi"
46. The sound of leaves falling is like rain, and the moonlight is as white as frost. When I lie alone late at night, who will dust the bed for me? Bai Juyi's "Autumn Eve"
47. If there is no hatred in your eyes, you don't believe that there are white heads in the world. Xin Qiji's "The partridges are sad in the evening and the jackdaws are all sad"
48. People are strong, green and plain, and have long-term wishes to accompany them. "The Mallard" by Chao Yuanli
49. There is a lot of water in the room, and the pulse is speechless. "The Faraway Altair"
50. Thousands of thoughts, many solutions, only lonely and tired. Dedicated to my whole life, I will bear your thousands of tears.
Liu Yong's "Recalling the Cool Weather with a Thin Quilt and Small Pillow in the Imperial Capital"