Who says there is no shortage of life, and the running water can still flow west in front of the door? Don't sing yellow chickens with white hair. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha"
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night. -"Chang 'e" Li Shangyin
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
It makes people feel sentimental and thin, and now I really regret it. -Nalan Xingde's "Breaking Huanxisha"
A young woman in the boudoir will never be sad; Spring came dressed up and boarded Chui Building alone. Suddenly I saw the willow color on the stranger's head and regretted teaching my husband to find the seal! -Always in my heart (Wang Changling)
One wrong step, one wrong step, it's too late to regret.
1, "Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's Twenty Dreams in the First Month" Song Dynasty: Su Shi was born and died for ten years, and he never thought about it, so he never forgot it. 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. Interpretation of the vernacular: The two died for a lifetime and were isolated for ten years. They miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year. 2, "Dream in the Micro" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi came to the dream at night, and the morning tears were not collected. Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn. You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world. Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance? Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: I dreamed of playing hand in hand with you at night, and I woke up in the morning with tears on 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 think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being. Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?