It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Zuihua Li Yin Qingzhao
The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is among the birds in the incense burner. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
Remembering Wen Tingyun in Jiangnan
Wash and dress, lean on Wangjianglou alone, and cross Qian Fan. Twilight, my heart is broken.
Li Shangyin in Jinse
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.
Li Yu, the order of scouring sand
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean on the bar alone, it is infinite. It's easier to see when it's not. The running water is gone, the spring is gone, heaven and earth!
Fan Zhongyan and Su Muzhe
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves.
The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
Partridge day by strict.
The first time I met you, in the crisp cup where I met you for the first time, it was so gentle, beautiful and affectionate that my face flushed when I took a sip. We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night. Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times. Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream.
Su Shi in Jiangchengzi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
Last night, I suddenly came home in my dream. Xiao Xuan was at the window, dressing up, caring for nothing, but tears flowed thousands of lines. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
Qin Guan in Queqiao Fairy
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If two people have a long-term relationship, sooner or later!
Yu Lin Liu Lingyong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
Li Chi Ngai the soothsayer.
I live at the head of the Yangtze River and Jun lives at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
When will this water stop and this hatred end?
I just hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you don't miss it.