Who reads the west wind alone,
The rustling yellow leaves closed the window,
Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
Sleep soundly through wine,
Bet on books and tea,
At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
The autumn wind is cool, and the leaves fall one after another, leaving only one person outside the window. Think of the past in the sunset. Drinking, sleeping late, gambling and splashing tea were just routine in those days. That's the feeling of loneliness. I miss the past to get rid of it, but I am more lonely. Ordinary things have become dreams.
2. "Five poems are self-reflection, four" Tang Yuanzhen
Once the ocean is short of water,
Amber forever.
Looking back at the flowers lazily,
Half the sky is cultivated, half the sky is a gentleman.
I have been to the seaside, and there is not enough water in other places; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan Mountain. Hurried through the flowers, too lazy to look back; This reason is partly due to the abstinence of monks and partly because you have had it.
3. "Send three funeral songs, the third one" Tang Yuanzhen
I sit here alone, mourning for both of us,
How long is a hundred years?
There are better people than me, and God didn't give them sons.
There is a better poet than me, whose dead wife can't hear his voice.
What hope do I have in the darkness of our graves? ,
Neither you nor I believe in meeting after death.
But I'll keep my eyes open all night,
The lifelong trouble in your brow.
I often mourn for you when I sit idle, and I often feel sorry for myself; Even if you can live for a hundred years, it's just a nap. Isn't it fate that Deng You has no children for life? No matter how well written Pan Yue's eulogy is, it's a waste of effort! Even if we are buried together after death, what hope is there in hell? If you want to get married again in the afterlife, it will be even more futile and difficult. I only open my eyes all night and miss you for a long time; In exchange for your life's poverty, you have never laughed!
4. "Dream Micro" Tang Bai Juyi
Come and dream together at night,
Wake up in the morning without tears.
Zhangpu is old, weak, sick and disabled for the third time,
Xianyang leaves grass eight times in autumn.
In June, the mud nails were buried under the spring water.
I send snow all over the world.
Ah, Wei Han Lang went to the same place.
Do you know the night radio?
Dream at night and play hand in hand with you.
I woke up in the morning with tears all over my towel and didn't wipe it.
I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years.
I miss you, Jiuquan's bones have turned into sand,
I still stay in the world of white hair for the time being.
Awei Han Lang died,
The grave is dark. Can you know?
5. "Mountain, blowing in the wind, residual has turned into a flat" Qingnalan Xingde.
The wind has gone with the wind,
Mud lotus is just money and lotus roots lingering.
Be careful not to burn a piece of incense,
Remember the old life.
People become sentimental and emaciated,
I really regret it now.
Back to the heartbreak,
Tears steal zero.
Catkins in the wind fly to the surface and become duckweeds. Although the lotus in the river mud is strong and decisive, its stem will still linger. When I left, I gave each other a petal to commemorate the past. People often say that if a person has feelings, his feelings will not be deep. Now I really regret my previous feelings. When I went back to the sad place before, tears could not help but flow quietly.