Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. -Li Shangyin's Leyuan Scenic Area
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? -Gao Shi's "Two Poems of Biedong University"
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. -Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems No.5"
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. -Zhang Ji is a night stop near Fengqiao.
Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. -Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats. -Du Fu's "Shu Xiang"
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. -Li Bai's "Xuanzhou Xielou Farewell School Book Shu Yun"
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." -Lin Bu's "Xiao Mei Yi in the Mountain Garden"
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. -Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. -Ouyang Xiu "How Deep is the Courtyard"
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha, Lonely and Cold, Go to Xiaolou"
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. -Du Fu's "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army"
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
The setting sun on the city painted a corner of mourning, the Shen Garden was not a revival pool platform, and the spring waves under the sad bridge were green, which was once a stunning photo. -Lu You's Two Poems of Shen Yuan