The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. ——Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms·Autumn with the Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and Remaining Jade Mats"
The sun is full of lust, the flowers are full of smoke, and the moon is bright, so I can't sleep. ——Li Bai's "Long Acacia·Part 2"
The mountains and rivers in our eyes are far away, and the falling flowers and wind and rain will hurt the spring even more. It is better to pity the people in front of you. ——Yan Shu, "Huanxisha·Time is always limited"
I missed you all night long, and suddenly I came to the window and suspected that it was you. ——Lu Tong's "Thinking"
Love is without words, so don't waste your tears on the flower paper. ——Yan Jidao's "Partridge Day·Drunkly Patting Spring Clothes and Cherishing the Old Fragrance"
I often get sick and drink in front of flowers every day, and I dare not say that the beautiful face in the mirror is thin. ——Feng Yansi "The Magpie Steps on the Branch·Who knows how to spend a long time in leisurely love"
Peach blossoms fall. Xianchi Pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. ——Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix·Red Crispy Hands"
The plantains do not show lilac knots. ——He Zhu's "Shizhou Slow·Thin Rain Brings Down the Cold"
The most important thing is love. It's hard to miss the plum blossoms even if they are broken. ——Zhou Mi's "High Balcony·Send Chen Junheng to be summoned"
My eyes are filled with thousands of flying flowers, and I look back at my old friend thousands of miles away, drinking wine and feeling sad. ——Ge Changgeng's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Spring on the River and Mountains Far Away"
There is no limit to the acacia tree in the West Garden, and the hard-working plum blossoms wait for the begonias. ——Yuan Haowen's "Partridge Day·The lights in the waiting hall are dim and the rain brings coolness"
Thinking deeply about it is not as good as peaches and apricots, but it's better to marry the east wind. ——Zhang Xian's "A Cluster of Flowers·When will Gao Huaiyuan be poor"
I miss you all day long. When I am exhausted for you, there are hundreds of flowers. ——Wen Tingyun's "Nan Gezi·The Japanese combed their buns low"
Fold the flower branches, hate the flower branches, and predict that the flowers will bloom and people will eat them, and when they bloom, they will leave. ——Yu Yan's "Acacia · Broken Flower Branches"
In the heart of spring, don't let the flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray. ——Li Shangyin's "Four Untitled Poems"
The water smoke sinks in the beast's furnace, and the remaining flowers in the green marsh. One line is written as the story of lovesickness. ——Zhang Kejiu's "Sai Hongqiu·Spring Love"
There is no place for people to send their lovesickness. The fallen flowers and fragrant grass have passed the early stage, and no one knows about it. ——Sun Guangxian's "Poppy Poppy·The good breeze lifts the curtain and the signal rises"
The sorrow of separation does not matter who wanders around. Every year we fail to live up to our promise. ——Huang Ji's "Recalling Qin'e·Autumn Xiaosuo"
Waiting to come but not coming, the fallen flowers are silent and covered with moss. ——Li Bai's "Long Farewell"
The sudden snow turns the fragrant pavilion catkins, the gentle breeze blows the plum blossoms in the gallbladder, and the word "heart" has turned to ashes.
——Nalan Xingde's "Dream of Jiangnan: All the Dark Crows"