1 The lonely jade face sheds tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
2. Spring is as old as before, people are empty and thin, and the tears are stained red and the crocodile silk is transparent
3. Afraid of being asked, swallowing tears and making up for joy
4. Persistence The tears in my palms made me speechless and choked with tears
5. Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth, and I cried with red makeup and tears.
6. Searching and searching, deserted, miserable and sad.
7. April 17th was exactly today last year.
When bidding farewell to the king: Holding back tears, he pretended to lower his face and half raised his eyebrows in embarrassment.
I don’t know that my soul has been broken, and there are only dreams accompanying me.
No one knows except the moon in the sky.
8. Look at Zhu Chengbi thinking a lot, looking haggard and fragmented to remember you.
If you don’t believe it, I have shed tears recently, so I opened the box to check out the pomegranate skirt.
9. The beauty rolls up the bead curtain and sits deep with frowning eyebrows.
But when I see wet tears, I don’t know who I hate
10. Rhinoceros’ head and face are covered with flowers , I have a pair of tearful eyes.
If the tears are like pearls, they will not fall apart.
Knowing the limit, there should be millions of red threads.
11. Li Fangshu's "Bleeding Poems"
Going and going again and again, the road ahead is sad.
Walking and walking again and again, I still have feelings after tossing and turning.
Looking back affectionately, I saw a willow tree in front of my window.
Liubei is a tall building with half-hooked bead curtains.
Yesterday it was the woman upstairs, and there was a parrot under the curtain.
Now I am an outsider, stained with red tears.
There is no distance between the outside of the wall and the building upstairs.
How can the clouds be so close together as if they are separated by thousands of mountains?
It’s so sad that we have to face each other forever.
Don’t wander around in the sky, who wants to cry and mourn!
It was getting late as the day wandered around, and I decided to join in and return.
My hands tore the skirt of Hunan's skirt, and I cried and sent the manuscript to the anvil.
It’s a pitiful foot of silk, and every word is stained with blood.
Every word is sour, old love touches people's hearts.
The king is like taking over the water, and the concubine is willing to be whipped for her sins.
Otherwise, I will die in front of the King and give up my life.
There is no other way to die. I would like to be buried in your homeland.
The heartbroken flower can still be reborn in your family.