Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes.
I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
2. Ugly slave, the middle wall of Shuboshan Road
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor.
Fall in love with the floor
Worried about adding new words.
Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it.
I want to talk about it.
But it is a cool autumn.
3, Yulin Ridge, chilling and wailing
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
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.
4. quasi-it's hard to go to four
Southern and Northern Dynasties: Bao Zhao
If you pour water on the ground, it will flow in different directions, and the difference in life is not consistent.
Life is fixed, how can you always complain about self-pity?
Drink some wine to comfort yourself and sing "It's hard to walk", and the singing is interrupted by drinking.
If the heart is not vegetation, how can there be no feelings? Want to say or say, and want to do, no longer say anything.
Jiang still remembers the dream he had on the 20th day of the first month.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears