On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet after dusk. ——Ouyang Xiu, "Shengchazi·Yuanxi"
If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? ——Nalan Xingde's "Mulan Ci·Cambodian Friend of Simulating Ancient Juejue Ci"
The exquisite dice and red beans make people miss each other deeply. ——Wen Tingyun's "Two Poems of Nan Ge Zi/Ci of Xintian Sheng Yangliu Branch"
Only if you don't love lovesickness in your life can you love lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness. ——Xu Zaisi's "Zhe Gui Ling·Spring Love"
Ask the world, what is love, and tell us about life and death? ——Yuan Haowen's "Moyuer·Yanqiu Ci/Maipitang"
There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled·Last Night's Stars and Last Night's Wind"
Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing we could meet each other before we were married.
——Zhang Ji's "The Song of the Jiefu·A Letter to Master Li Sikong in Dongping"