1. Verses about tiredness
Verses about tiredness 1. What are the verses about "tired birds"
1. The heart is willing to rest with the tired birds Stay. Zhan Qi of the Tang Dynasty "In pursuit of the rhyme of Qin Yinjun's speech and recommendation, I went to Chenhou to beg to return to Fengshan"
2. A tired bird finds a luxuriant tree. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty "A new thatched cottage was built at the foot of Xianglu Peak, and I chanted the incident and wrote it on the stone"
3. Birds fly back when they are tired. Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty "sent Xue to occupy Zaishe County (since Yongle took charge of Zhizhuang, Xunfu was selected to accept this"
4. Who taught the tired bird to come and go. Xu Youren of the Yuan Dynasty "Qinyuan Chunci Ban Yangong" Rhyme"
5. Song Ye Mengde's "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou·Sending Knowledge to the Weary Bird"
6. The tired bird is flying back. Yuan Xu Youren "Manchu". "Ting Fang and Shi An Ma went to Xunhe Shu Guangsi Tower in the early Ming Dynasty"
7. I am afraid that the fish and birds will get tired. That's it. Song Xin Qiji's "Reuse the Preface to Greet the Bridegroom"
9. When the bird is tired, it will return to the pavilion when it is old. Yuan Maxi's "Four Poems by Yu Jia Ao Bu and Ke Weng"
10 , The idle bird flies out of Xiuyun in Song Dynasty's "Qinyuan Spring·Three Paths Are Desolate" 11. The tired bird enters the forest and returns to Xiuyun. "Spring has come through"
13. The tired bird does not know the day when it will return. Tang Wu Yuanheng's "Autumn Book"
14. The tired bird can wait for the evening to return. Tang Li Shen's "Shou". On the day of Yangba County, there are ten poems, which are not different from those of "Reminiscence", compiled now"
15. "Jingjiu You" by Tang Bao Rong
2. . Verses that express sadness
1. With tears in my eyes, I ask about the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers fly away on the swing.
2. The flowers are falling and the water is flowing. A kind of lovesickness, two places are idle. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart.
3. The wind and dust have faded, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.
4. There is no way to be ecstatic, the west wind blows, and the person is thinner than the yellow flower.
5. Don’t be sad and hateful. Silence is better than sound at this time. p>
6. The clothes are getting wider and I don’t regret it.
7. Searching, deserted and miserable.
8. Looking at each other with tears in my hands, I am speechless and choked. The thought is gone, thousands of miles away, the mist is sinking in the sky.
9. Lonely in the deep boudoir, I feel a thousand strands of sorrow in my heart. What time does spring go?
10. How much sorrow can you have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward?
11. Cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow again, raise a cup to relieve the sorrow. Even more sad.
12. I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, but I am afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it.
13. Three cups. How can two cups of light wine defeat him? The wild geese are passing by, but they are old acquaintances.
14. The white hair is three thousand feet long.
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17. Two feelings. If it lasts for a long time, how can it be in the morning and evening?
18. Silently, I go up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.
19. I compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminated the canal.
20. The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness?
21. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, in a dimly lit place.
22. Young people don’t know what it feels like to be sad, so they forcefully talk about it in order to write new words.
23. Drinking wine turns into tears of lovesickness.
24. Thousands of sails crossing the border are not the same, but the slanting light and the flowing water are long.
25. The spring breeze makes horses hoofy, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
26. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
27. The autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad!
28. In the blink of an eye, the smoke and clouds dispersed with the wind, transforming into lonely pine trees on the golden roof. Divide, unite and unite love in the world, originate and destroy everything. All thoughts are gone, and I am becoming haggard. I only envy the monks and monks outside the world. I, the Buddha, am merciful and save suffering people, and I am willing to escape to the empty door to save all sentient beings.
3. Poems about hesitation
Yan Shu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the smoke and the orchids are weeping, the curtains are light and cold, and the swallows fly away.
The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and its slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn. Last night, the phoenix withered in the west and the green trees were gone. I went up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world.
If you want to send a colorful cage and ruler, you will know where to go! "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" by Liu Yong Standing in a dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking forward to the sorrow of spring, and the gloomy sky. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word to say, who will be silent.
I plan to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
"The Sapphire Case" by Xin Qiji The east wind blows thousands of trees and flowers down at night, and the stars fall like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance.
The phoenixes fluttered, the jade pot flickered, and fish and dragons danced all night. The moths are like golden strands of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance.
The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place. Xin Qiji's "Han Palace Spring - Beginning of Spring" Spring has returned, look at the spring streamers curling up on the beautiful women's heads.
Unexpected wind and rain failed to absorb the remaining cold. When I was young, I expected that tonight I would dream of going to the West Garden.
Hun is not done, yellow tangerine recommends wine, and green leeks are piled on the plate. But I laughed at the east wind. From then on, the plum blossoms and willows were stained, and I had no time to spare.
When I am free, I come to the mirror again and change my beauty. I am constantly worried, who can I ask who knows how to solve the puzzle? I'm afraid I'll see the flowers bloom and fall, and the geese will return first if they come in the morning.
Nalan Xingde's "Magnolia Order" If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan. It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change.
Lishan’s words are half past midnight, and the tears and rain will not complain until the end. How unlucky is the man in brocade to wish for the same day with wings and branches.
Lin Daiyu's "The Burial of Flowers" Flower pavilions are flying all over the sky, and the red silk fragrance is gone. Who can pity it? The soft hairspring is tied to the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, full of sorrow and has nowhere to complain; she hoe the flowers out of the embroidered curtain, and endures stepping on the fallen flowers to come and go.
Willow silk and elm pods will bloom from time to time, regardless of peach blossoms and plum blossoms. If peaches and plums can bloom again next year, who will be in my boudoir next year? In March, the fragrant nest is first built, the swallows in the beams are so ruthless! Although you can peck at the gray hair next year, you won’t be able to enjoy it even if you leave the nest empty! Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other; how long can the bright and fresh beauty last, and it is difficult to find it once it is wandering. Flowers are easy to see when they bloom but hard to find when they fall. I worry about killing the flower buryer in front of the steps. I secretly shed my tears when I hoe the flowers alone, and I can see traces of blood on the empty branches.
The cuckoo is speechless. It is dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door; the green lantern shines on the wall, and the man is sleeping for the first time, while the cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm. Strange things about Nong are doubly distressing, half pity for spring and half annoyance for spring; pity for spring comes and goes, anger and then go, and then there is nothing to say but not to hear.
The tragic song played outside the court last night, do you know it is the soul of flowers and birds? The soul of a flower is hard to retain, and the soul of a bird is hard to retain. The bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed. May I have wings today and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky. The end of the world! Where is the fragrant hill? It is not like a brocade bag to collect the beautiful bones, but a cup of pure soil to cover the wind; the essence comes and goes clean, which is better than the filth sinking into the ditch.
You have died and been buried. I wonder when you will be buried. People who bury flowers today are laughing and laughing. Who do you know who will be buried next year? Just look at the flowers that are left in the spring and gradually fall, which is when the beauties die of old age; once the spring is gone, the beauties are old and the flowers fall and people die without knowing it! Lin Daiyu Shi Xiangyun Miaoyu On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival on March 5th, I went to the Qing Dynasty to prepare for the Spring Festival. The skies are scattered in the sky, and the orchestra is full of music.
With so many flying lamps flying wildly, who wouldn’t want to start a family? The light cold wind blows, and the scenery is pleasant at night. They fight for cakes and laugh at Huangfa, and divide melons and laugh at Lu Yuan.
The fragrance is new and glorious, and the color is healthy and golden. The candles are shining brightly at the banquet, and the wine garden is in chaos.
After Cao Zun gave an order, he shot and listened to three announcements. The dice color is red and the flowers and drums are noisy.
The clear light shakes the courtyard, and the plain color connects the universe. There is no host or guest in rewards and punishments, and Zhongkun prefaces his poems.
When conceiving, lean on the threshold, simulate the scene or rely on the door. The wine is still there, but the remaining joy has faded away.
Gradually the laughter disappeared after hearing the words, leaving only traces of snow and frost. The steps are covered with mushrooms, and the smoke in the courtyard collects the evening sun.
Autumn rushes down the stone marrow, and wind leaves gather cloud roots. Baowu is lonely and pure, and Yinchan is vomiting his anger.
The medicinal meridian is pounded by a spirit rabbit, and people run towards Guanghan. He invited the cow girl to fight and took a boat to visit the emperor and his grandson.
The wheel of surplus and void is uncertain, and the soul of darkness and darkness remains empty. The sound of the pot leaking is about to die, and the flame of the window lamp has dimmed.
The shadow of the crane crosses the cold pond, and the soul of the flower is buried in the cold moon. The fragrant seal script is sold on the golden tripod, and the fat and ice are greasy on the jade basin.
The flute hates the concubine's weeping, and the quilt is warm to the servant. There are phoenixes hanging in the empty tents, and colorful mandarin ducks hidden in idle screens.
The thick dew makes the moss slipperier, and the thick frost makes it difficult to touch the bamboo. Still walking in the swamp, still climbing to the plain of silence.
Stones, gods and ghosts fight, and wood monsters, tigers and wolves squat. The light shines through in the morning, and the village is exposed at dawn.
Thousands of birds vibrate in the forest, and ape crows in the valley. How can you forget the path if you are not familiar with it? I don't know the source of the spring.
The bells ring in the Cui Temple, and the chickens sing in the Daoxiang Village. Where can joy and sorrow continue? How can it be troublesome if there is no sorrow? Fangqing only pleases oneself, who can I tell you about elegance? After a long break, I will discuss the tea preparation in more detail.
"Wulingchun" by Li Qingzhao The wind abides in the dust, the fragrant flowers have all gone, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi cannot carry many sorrows.
Yue Fei's "Little Heavy Mountain" The cicadas couldn't stop chirping in the cold last night. It’s been the third update since I was shocked to return to my dream of thousands of miles.
Get up and walk around the steps alone. People are quiet, and the moon is dimly bright outside the curtain.
A white head is a sign of fame. Old mountains and old pines and bamboos block the return journey.
I want to express my thoughts to Yao Qin. If you have few close friends, who will listen when your string is broken? Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of the First Month of Yi Mao" Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking.
A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, there is no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines. Li Shangyin's "Jinse" The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss. Liu Yong's "Rain Lin Bell" The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the Changting Pavilion at night, the showers have begun to stop.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent. Where there is nostalgia, the orchid boat urges you to go. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the mist is thick and the sky is vast. Since ancient times, sentimentality has hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqiu Festival! Where will you wake up tonight? The dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them! Yuan Zhen's "Lisi" Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to deal with, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Take a lazy look back at Huacong, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. Su Shi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers" The flowers have faded to red, green and small apricots.
When the 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 path outside the wall.
Peders outside the wall, beautiful women inside the wall smile. The laughter gradually becomes quieter and quieter, but the sentimental one is annoyed by the ruthlessness.
Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal" The clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they be together day and night?
Cui Hu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the City" On this day last year, in this gate, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Ma Zhiyuan's "Autumn Thoughts on Pure Sky and Sand".
4. Verses that represent sadness
Verses that describe sad mood
1. Tears ask the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers fly across the swing.
2. The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
3. The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
4. There is no way to be ecstatic. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
5. Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
6. As your clothes get wider, you will never regret it. It makes people feel haggard because of Yixiao.
7. Searching and searching, deserted and miserable.
8. Holding hands and looking into the tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. The thought went away, thousands of miles away, and the sky was full of mist at dusk.
9. Lonely in the boudoir, there are thousands of sorrows in the soft intestine. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?
10. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
11. Cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow more. Raise a cup to relieve sorrow and make it more sorrowful.
12. I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
13. How can three glasses and two glasses of light wine defeat him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
14. The white hair is three thousand feet, and the fate is as long as the worry.
15. If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
16. If you are a master, you will be truly famous in the world. Who can be compared to others in a thousand years?
17. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
18. Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard.
19. I compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminated the canal.
20. The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness?
21. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, in a dimly lit place.
22. Young people don’t know what it’s like to be sad, so they forcefully talk about it in order to write new words.
23. Drinking wine turns into tears of lovesickness.
24. Thousands of sails crossing the border are not the same, but the slanting light and the flowing water are long.
25. The spring breeze makes horses hoofy, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
26. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
27. The autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad!
28. In the blink of an eye, the smoke and clouds dispersed with the wind, transforming into lonely pine trees on the golden roof. Divide, unite and unite love in the world, originate and destroy everything. All thoughts are gone, and I am becoming haggard. I only envy the monks and monks outside the world. I, the Buddha, am merciful and save suffering people, and I am willing to escape all sentient beings through the empty door.
5. Poems about sorrow
The sand of Huanxi River is broken and the gold is ten thousand points light, cut into layers of jasper leaves.
The demeanor and spirit of Yanfu are so vivid. Plum pistils are heavy, why are they so vulgar? Lilacs are knotted with thousands of knots and are bitter.
Thousands of miles of dreams have made people feel sad, but they are ruthless. The drunken flowers are gloomy, the mist is thick, the clouds are sad, and the day is endless, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast.
It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cabinet are cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. A cut of plum blossoms, red lotus root and fragrant jade mats linger in autumn.
He undressed Luo Shang and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but my heart is filled with spring hidden in the fragrant little pavilion, the idle window has closed the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet. The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun.
It’s better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb the building next to the water? No one has arrived, and the loneliness is just like that in Yangzhou. It has always been like a rhyme, but it can't stand the rain and can't stand the wind.
Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow? Don't regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must believe in the truth and sweep away the traces.
In an unspeakable place, the moon is dim in a good window, and the sparse shadows are still romantic. On the Phoenix stage, I recall playing the flute and letting the cold golden hair roll over me. I got up and combed my hair lazily.
Ren Bao's dowry is covered with dust, and the sun goes up to the curtain hook. Afraid of the pain of separation and farewell, there are so many things that I want to talk about, but I still have to stop.
Being new to weight loss is not due to sickness or a sad autumn. Rest! If I go back to Yangguan thousands of times, it will be difficult to stay.
People who read Wuling are far away, and the smoke locks the Qin Tower. Only the running water in front of the building should miss me and stare at me all day long.
In the place where I stare, there is a new sorrow from now on. The sound is slow and searching, deserted and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk.
This time, how can one say "sorry"! Appreciation of two poems of "Happy Meeting" by Li Yu Two poems of "Happy Meeting" by Li Yu Li Yu went up to the west building alone without words, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard. Continuous cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation.
Don’t have the same feeling in your heart. The flowers in the forest have faded their spring reds, it’s too hasty, and the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.
When will the tears of rouge and drunkenness last? Naturally, life grows and hates water. Poppy · Li Yu When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do we know about the past?
The east wind blew again in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back in the moonlight. The carved lanterns and jade bricks should still be there, but the beauty has changed.
Ask you how much sorrow you can have, it is just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. "The red flowers fade easily like Nong's wishes, and the infinite water flow is like Nong's sorrow." "How can I avoid sorrow and hatred in life? How can my love be limited when I am alone?" The west wind is shining, and the Han family mausoleum (Li Bai's "Recalling Qin'e") weak willows follow the wind When I raise my sleeves suspiciously, Conglan is exposed like a towel.
Sitting alone is also frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan") Chu guests want to hear Yao Se's complaints, Xiaoxiang is full of moonlight in the middle of the night (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God") Mountain temples are looking for cinnamon seeds in the middle of the moon, and county pavilions are pillows to watch the tide. head. When will I come back again (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan") I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return home.
People are leaning on the building in the bright moon (Bai Juyi's "Long Love"). It's almost dusk in the season, and I'm bored and leaning against the door alone (Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man") There are thousands of sails that are not the same, the slanting light is flowing and the water is long, the heart is broken in Bai Pinzhou (Wen Tingyun) "Dream of Jiangnan") Don't return to your hometown before you are old, otherwise you will have to break your heart (Wei Zhuang, "Bodhisattva Man") 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, "Sidi Xiang") The waning moon is bright on your face, don't cry at the dawn (Niu Xiji, "Sheng Cha Zi") There are too many words, but the love is not over.
Looking back, I still remember: Remember the green skirt, pity the fragrant grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's "Sheng Chazi") I made a thousand wishes before my pillow, I want to rest and wait until the green mountains are rotten (Dunhuang Ci) I want him to win a husband When I came back early, I turned around and let me look back at Qingyunli (Dunhuang Ci) secretly with deep affection. Two green leaves are left behind.
Riding on an elephant and crossing the water first (Li Xun's "Nanxiangzi") I often get sick and drink in front of the flowers every day, and I don't hesitate to see my beautiful face in the mirror thin (Feng Yansi's "Magpies Stepping on the Branch") How many tears can't limit hatred , relying on the Langqian (Li Jing's "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi"). If you keep cutting, the principles will remain chaotic, which is the sorrow of separation. There is no ordinary feeling in my heart (Li Yu's "The Cry of the Black Night"). I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward (Li Yu's "The Poppy") Don't lean on the railing when you are alone. There are unlimited rivers and mountains. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see when you are gone.
When the flowers fall on the flowing water and spring is gone, in heaven and on earth (Li Yu's "Lang Tao Sha") it is difficult for slaves to come out, so I teach you to be merciful. (Li Yu's "Bodhisattva Man") After the lonely people in the other lanes dispersed, Wang Can Tobacco was in the doldrums.
The incense of the stove floats like a phoenix. Holding Luo Dai empty, looking back and hating Yiyi.
(Li Yu's "Linjiang Immortal") If I change my heart for yours, I will realize that we remember each other deeply (Gu Kui's "Revelation of Heartfelt Love") When will the green poplar grass stop? The tears in my eyes and the sorrow in my heart have already stopped (Qian Wei's "Spring in the Jade House") In the past, I was sick and tired of the fragrant bottle, but today I am afraid that the fragrant bottle will be shallow (Qian Wei's "Spring in the Jade House") I lean alone high in the Mingyue Tower, and the wine fills my heart with sorrow, turning into lovesickness Tears (Fan Zhongyan's "Sumuzhe") Every year and tonight, the moonlight is as bright as the moonlight, and the person has grown thousands of miles away (Fan Zhongyan's "Yujie Xing") I am so sad that I can't help but get drunk. Before the wine arrives, tears first come.
The lamp is turned off and the pillow is turned off, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone. Everyone came to this matter, with their eyebrows in their hearts, and they couldn't avoid each other (Fan Zhongyan's "Royal Street Journey") When will Chunchun return? Facing the evening mirror, the scenery is hurt, and the past is empty in the later period (Zhang Xian's "Tian Xianzi") There is no choice but the flowers have fallen away, and it seems that the swallows have returned, and the fragrant path of the small garden is wandering alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha") The bright moon does not know the pain of separation, and the slanting light comes Dawn passes through Zhuhu (Yan Shu's "Butterfly Love Flower") and I want to send colorful notes and rulers. The mountains are long and the rivers are vast, and I know where I am (Yan Shu's "Butterfly Love Flower"). Growth hates joy but is willing to love a thousand pieces of gold with a light smile.
I hold wine for you to welcome the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers. (Song Qi's "Spring in the Jade House") It was raining and windy at the end of March.
The door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. The flowers are silent with tearful eyes, and the wild reds fly across the swing (Ouyang Xiu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers") The sorrow of separation gradually becomes endless, and the distance is endless like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Traveling on the Shasha") Every inch of the heart is filled with pink tears (Ouyang Xiu's "Traveling on the Shasha") 》) The music and songs dispersed among the tourists, only to feel the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu, "Picking Mulberries"). The gathering and separation seemed to be in a hurry, and the hatred was endless.
This year’s flowers are more red than last year’s, but it’s a pity that next year’s flowers will be even better. I don’t know who knows the same. (Ouyang Xiu's "Lang Tao Sha") I just started to send spring back, and then I sent you back.
If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch the spring, tens of thousands of people will stay in the spring (Wang Guan's "Businessman") The falling flower will be independent, and the flying swallows will fly together (Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal") There are only a few Yinggang photos left tonight, there is fear Meeting each other is like a dream (Yan Jidao "Partridge Sky") Can sleep late, unforgettable, even heartless and heartbroken (Yan Jidao "Nanxiangzi") The temples are pitiful, just for the sake of missing the old man (Yan Jidao "Sheng Chazi") ) Reluctant to paint a noble household, the spring breeze is free and the poplar flowers are free (Wang Anguo's "Qing Ping Le") Ten years of life and death are uncertain, without thinking, you are in trouble.