I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred.
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
Nalan Xingde-Drinking Words
If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
Jade case yuan-
Xin Qiji
Thousands of trees are blooming and stars are everywhere in the east night.
BMW carved cars are full of incense. The phoenix flute moves, the jade pot turns,
A night of dragon and dragon dancing together. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.
Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Cut plums-
Li Qingzhao
Red coupling fragrant jade mushroom autumn, light solution Luo Shang, alone on the green boat.
Who sent the brocade book?
The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
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 under the eyebrows, but in my heart.
Queqiaoxian
-Qin Guan
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.
Gold-
Li shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Wang Chunci
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Han Tao
Flowers bloom differently, and flowers fall differently. Ask acacia, when flowers bloom and fall.
If you unite on the grass, you will know your voice. Spring sorrow is over, and the spring birds will wail again.
The wind and flowers are getting old, and the courtesy is still in exchange.
Just like a flower full of branches, it translates into two kinds of acacia. Jade chopsticks hang in the mirror, and the spring breeze knows.
The Book of Songs? Hurricane? Drumming sound
Drums are dull and soldiers actively use them. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone.
From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried.
Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it.