I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. ?
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
2. Song: Yan Shu's butterfly lovers, Threshold Chrysanthemum, Smoke Mourning and Blue Tears'
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know?
3. Song: Li Guan's "Die Hua Lian Chun Mu"
Take a walk in the pavilion at night. Just after Qingming Festival, I gradually feel the pain in the Spring Festival Evening. Count the rain and wind. Hazy moonlight clouds come and go.
Peach and apricot have a faint fragrance. Who is on the swing, whispering in laughter. An inch of acacia, despair. There is no place on earth that is arranged.
4. Tang Dynasty: Jinse by Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
5. Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren's "love"
Several times, I sat under the flowers and played the flute, and the red wall of Han Yin looked into the distance.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
The lingering thoughts are exhausted, and the heart is peeling bananas.
In March and May of 1935, that poor glass of wine not fade away.