People's hearts are like iron, but you can't see the red leaves in Sichuan. They are all blood flowing out of people's eyes.
There are swings in the wall, roads outside the wall, and outsiders laughing inside the wall.
Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
When the moon lacks flowers, the flowers must be full and round.
What more can I do to promote my ideas? There is also a powerful China Committee that has passed away.
A beautiful song stays tactfully, and Jiuyuan Cao Chun envies Shan Juan.
Don't be sentimental, Wang Sun. Since ancient times, family ties have harmed teenagers.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
A young woman in the boudoir will never be sad; Spring came dressed up and boarded Chui Building alone.
Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have asked my husband to find Hou Feng.
But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.
Since ancient times, beauty has been unlucky, and everything goes to the west building.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
Yu Meiren-Don Li Yu
When is the moon in spring and autumn? What do you know about the past! The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
Yulinling-Song 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 about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and 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?
Jiangchengzishi
Yi Mao's diary dream on the 20th day of the first month.
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 tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Slow voice-Song Liqing Zhao
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are all over the ground, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
The Hairpin Phoenix —— Song Luyou
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no!
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo!
The Hairpin Phoenix-Song and Tang Pills
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!
Two Poems by Shen Yuan —— Song Luyou
On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the Shen Garden is not a revival pool platform.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
Wen jiaren
A wisp of sunset went away with the wind.
Three or two cold mountains should be left behind.
I don't regret being alone.
When the unknown moon comes.
* * * Baishi
Lonely leaves go with the wind.
Wan Yingying dreamed of Dian.
Pedestrians cry and whimper.
Send a message to Qinhuai
Seal the marquis and pay homage to 3,000 waters.
Not worth a spoonful of poverty.
Pengmen Humble Room and Beauty
White hair * * * ChanJuan
Sigh clear autumn
Autumn is coming.
Overlooking from the fence
Suddenly there is a sense of vastness.
Happiness in life
There is no better way than inviting friends to the lake for a drink.
Wandering all his life
Good friends are scattered in rivers and lakes.
Have a heart-to-heart talk
There's nothing you can do.
Send gratitude from afar and look forward to well-being.
Don't look inside.