1. The winter scenery is full of sadness, with many mangroves on the side of the temple. Zhongxuan sheds endless tears of homesickness, and the Zhang River flows eastward with jade waves.
2. Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with 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.
3. There is no way to be ecstatic. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
——Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flower Yin"