-The Book of Songs Feng Wang. Picking kudzu
2. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of carefree, this situation can not be eliminated, only under the brow, but in the heart.
-Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum"
3. Ask the world, what is love? Teach me to live and die together, fly in all directions, and my old wings are hot and cold several times. Happy happy, bitter parting, there will be more stupid children in the middle, you have to say something. There are clouds in Wan Li, and to whom does the twilight in Qian Shan belong? On Hengfen Road, the flute and drum in those days were lonely, and the smoke from cooking was still calm, evoking the soul. What's more, Shan Gui secretly calls the shots. The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess. For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.
--Yuan Haowen's "Fishing"
4, everyone should have a future relationship, only this life is now. Don't leave at twelve o'clock, Lang Lang always sits on his shoulders.
-Huang Qing Zunxian's folk songs
5. Thousands of trees open in the east wind night, and they blow down even more. Stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense, bagpipes move, jade pots turn and fish dragons dance all night. Moths, snow willows, gold thread, laughter and Dimfragrance are all looking for her, but looking back, that person is there, where the lamp was deleted.
-Song Xin Qiqi "Jade Case" (yuan)
6, chilling, for Changting night, the shower began to rest. All the doors are empty, the party is nostalgic, and the blue boat is urging. 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. Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy. Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. 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. Over the years, it should be the right place at the right time, so there are many kinds of customs. Who should I talk to?
-Liu Yong's "Rain Bell"
7, red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine, spring palace wall willow in the city. Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No! No! No! Spring remains the same, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and fragrant. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo! Mo! Mo!
-Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix"
8, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand dollars, and the full moon is spent. Song Guan balcony sound fine, swinging yard night heavy.
-Su Shi's Spring Night
9, don't look at each other, don't think about it, never forget it, and there is nowhere to be sad. Even if you meet, you should not know, your face is dusty and your temples are like frost. I suddenly dreamed of going home at night. Xiao Xuan window is to dress and take care of each other, but there are thousands of tears. I expected my heart would break every year, and the moon would be bright and short.
-Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
10, my hair hasn't covered my forehead yet. I'm picking flowers and paying by the door. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood. We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy. I became your wife when I was fourteen. Shame on you. I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls. But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love. I will wait for you in my post until I die. Do you respect your father? Then when I was sixteen, you embarked on a long journey. Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky. Every old footprint in front of the door is hidden under green moss. Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves. Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs. So I think of you, my old friend, and I'm afraid my bright cheeks will fade. Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! . After exchanging pleasantries, we walked all the way to Sha Changfeng.
-Li Bai's Long March