Tang Dynasty: Cui Hu
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
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Last spring, in this family's home, I saw that beautiful face and peach blossom set each other off, which was particularly rosy.
When I came here again today, the girl didn't know where she had gone. Only peach blossoms are still smiling and blooming in the spring breeze.
2. Hairpin Phoenix Red Crispy Hand
Song dynasty: Lu you
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!
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In your rosy and crisp hands, you hold a cup full of yellow wine. The city is full of spring scenery, but you are as far away as the palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is, blowing the joy so thin. Full of sadness, life is bleak after leaving for a few years. In retrospect, I can only sigh: wrong, wrong, wrong!
Spring remains the same, but people are haggard and emaciated. Tears washed away the rouge on my face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms were blown off by the wind and sprinkled on cold ponds and pavilions. The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!
3. Natural tea seeds are happy.
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit.
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
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During the Lantern Festival last year, the flower market was brightly lit.
After dusk, at the time of the willow tip on the moon, I met a beautiful woman
On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
Never see last year's old friend again, acacia tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt.
4. Bodhisattva still remembers Jiangnan music.
Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang
Now I recall the benefits of Jiangnan, when the wind was young, the spring clothes were floating and the manners were graceful. I rode my horse in Damascus and leaned against the bridge. The women on the ground were conquered by my heroism.
The boudoir barrier twists and turns, setting off the deep, which is where I am intoxicated. Now if I can be like that again, I won't want to come back until I'm old.
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Now think back to the benefits of Jiangnan. At that time, I was young and romantic, with my spring shirt fluttering and graceful. I rode a big horse and leaned against a small bridge. The women in the building were fascinated by my heroic attitude.
The boudoir barrier is winding and secluded, which is where I indulge in flowers. Now, if we can meet again like that, I will never want to come back even when I am old.
5. gold
Tang Dynasty: 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.
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Thuben has twenty-five strings, but this poem was written after the death of Li Shangyin's wife, so fifty strings mean broken strings.
But even so, every string and syllable of it is enough to express the yearning for that wonderful time.
Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom.
Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu.
The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls.
Only then can Lantian in another place produce something as beautiful as smoke.
Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories.
At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.