When you say nothing
One more word is too much in an unpleasant conversation.
Everyone who does not talk about human affairs is nothing on earth.
Look at each other in disgust, love and hate.
Falling flowers are intentional,
Running water is ruthless.
I will turn my heart to the bright moon.
But the moon shines on the ditch
Do your best,
Make promises easily.
At that time, I was happy.
There is more to be done than done.
-Su Shi
What you get on paper is superficial,
Never knew it needed doing.
-Lu you
I want to concentrate on the bright moon, which shines on the ditch.
Xin Qiji, ugly slave, middle wall of Shuboshan Road
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words.
Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.
Wuling Spring Festival Evening 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 boat won't move. I'm worried.
Liu Yong's Lin Yuling
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.
Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is more comparable. It is also a cold autumn festival. 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. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to?
Tang Wan, Chai Feng
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry and the tears are residual. If you have to worry, just say it alone. Difficult, difficult, difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy.
Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!