1. There is no one around. ——Zhu Yizun's "The Sound of Flower Selling·Yuhuatai"
2. The peach blossoms also seem sad when the wind blows, and there are little flying red rains. ——Ru Hui's "Chu Tianyuan crosses the Qingjiang River and intends to send spring back"
3. I don't know when the work will start. ——Wang Guowei's "Plum Poppy: A Day of Playing with Plum Blossoms and Riding on Bamboo"
4. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai"
5. The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke. ——Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"
6. The autumn river brings rain, the cold sand lingers in the water, and people look at the painting pavilion and feel lonely. ——Shi Dazu's "Bagui·Autumn River Brings Rain"
7. Shake hands with the west wind and shed tears. We have been separated for many years. ——Nalan Xingde's "Good in Zhong·Send Liang Fennan as a Little Shadow"
8. The flowering period is lost every year! When spring comes, it’s just a matter of sending melancholy over to send the spring home. ——Zhang Huiyan's "Happy Meeting·Blooming Flowering Period Every Year"
9. It is sad to visit the garden late in the day, but the flowers and birds are worried this spring. ——Du Shenyan's "Crossing the Xiangjiang River"
10. The rain hates the clouds, and the south of the Yangtze River is still called a beauty. ——Wang Yucheng's "Dian Jiang Lip·Ganxing"
11. I entered the city yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes. ——Zhang Yu's "Silkworm Woman"
12. Worried about the loss of those who leave their hometown and go to the country. ——Zhu Dunru, "Picking Mulberries·Peng Langji"
13. Where are the depressions of the younger brothers and sisters? They are urged by war and decline! ——Du Fu's "Five Poems in Nine Days·Qi"
14. Always looking deep into people, then it is in vain and ruthless. ——Lu You's "Chaozhongcuo·Dai Tande calls it"
15. Days are as difficult as years. ——Huihong's "The Sapphire Case, Changting Road with Silk Locust Smoke and Willows"
16. Worry and the west wind should have an appointment, and they go to Qingqiu together every year. ——Shi Dazu's "Linjiang Fairy·Bouise Thoughts"
17. A new experience of idle sorrow and idle hatred. ——Xin Qiji's "Huanxisha·Kai Shu Gaozi's Opera at Sushan Temple"
18. Guanhe is infinitely sad and cannot bear to be judged. ——Yue Ke's "Zhu Yingtai is near Beigu Pavilion"
19. Sighing that the Phoenix is ??sighing, hurting Lin and complaining about the poor road. ——Li Longji "Sighed by Zou Lu's Sacrifice to Confucius"
20. The bright moon in Huainan is cold over thousands of mountains, and no one cares about him when he returns home. ——Jiang Kui's "Treading on the Shasha·Coming from Miandong"
21. The cold mountain plays the flute to call for the return of spring, and the moved guests look at each other with tears in their clothes. ——Li Yi's "Hearing the Flute on a Spring Night"
22. Hu people play the flute to garrison the towers, and the sky above is bleak and the moon is idle. ——Gao Shi's "Listening to the Flute Playing with Wang Qiyumenguan"
23. Lonely in the deep boudoir, one inch of soft intestine contains thousands of strands of sorrow. ——Li Qingzhao's "Red Lips: Thoughts on the Boudoir"
Twenty-four, He Manzi heard the sound, and tears fell in front of you. ——Zhang Hu's "Gong Ci: Three Thousand Miles from the Homeland"
Twenty-five, the light shirt is not covered, but the tears are still secretly hidden. ——Shi Dazu's "Night Lily·Willow Lock Warbler Soul"
26. I'm afraid that a Shuangxi sailboat will not be able to carry many sorrows. ——Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring·Spring Festival Gala"
Twenty-seven, a branch of red apricot came out of the wall, and the pedestrians outside the wall were alone and worried. ——Wu Rong's "Meeting Apricot Blossoms on the Road"
Twenty-eight, I worry about the flowers every year. ——Yan Jidao's "Partridge Sky·Shou De Lotus Blooms and Knots Accompanied"
29. The wind and dust are passing by, the music and books are gone, and the barriers are depressed and it is difficult to travel. ——Du Fu's "Sufu"
Thirty, silent tears will burst into tears. ——Nalan Xingde's "He Zhuan·Spring"
Thirty-one, Spring has no owner! Where the cuckoo crows, tears shed rouge rain. ——Chen Zilong's "Dianchianchun·Feelings of the Wind and Rain in Spring"
32. Don't worry about the late night rain, the lonely shadow of the small window light. ——Chen Ke's "Linjiang Immortal·Ten Years of War in the World"
Thirty-three, the phoenix curtain is lonely and unaccompanied. ——Zhu Shuzhen's "Bodhisattva Barbarian·Mountain Pavilion and Waterside Pavilion Half Autumn"
Thirty-four, a life spent spent in haggard, only sold for a few dusk. ——Zhao Lingji's "Qingpingle·Spring Breeze Still"
Thirty-five, the green moth lightly concentrated its mind and pondered, touching its lapel, no one knows this heart. ——Sun Guangxian's "The Story of the River·Flowers Falling"
Thirty-six, I clearly woke up from Huaxu's dream, looking back to the east wind with tears on my clothes. ——Zhao Ding's "Partridge Sky·Jiankang Shangyuan Works"
Thirty-seven. After a few days of loneliness and drinking, I was in the middle of a desolate ban on smoking. ——Yan Shu's "Untitled·The oil-walled incense carriage will never meet again"
Thirty-eight, two lines of tears will be sent to the west of the sea. ——Meng Haoran's "An old trip to Guangling on the Tonglu River"
Thirty-nine, arguing with each other is like not seeing each other, being passionate is not like being ruthless. ——Sima Guang's "Moon over the Xijiang River· Baoji Bun is loosely tied"
Forty. Last year, on the eve of Tobu, the bright moon was full of sorrow. ——Su Che's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Xuzhou Mid-Autumn Festival"
41. Sadness is everywhere, and the dust is in the jade piano. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man·Xiao Xiao Ji Ye Wind and Rain"
Forty-two, pushing the hand to stop suddenly, wet clothes and tears. ——Han Yu's "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Piano"
Forty-three, the swallow returns with sorrow and silence. ——Li Haogu's "Visiting Kinmen·Flowers in the Rain"
44. People who return to dreams are far away from many sorrows, only in the wind and rain of pear blossoms.
——Xin Qiji's "Spring in the Jade House·Want to Encourage the Spring to Live Before the Wind"
Forty-five, startled but look back, no one can forgive the hatred. ——Su Shi's "Bu Shuzi·Residing in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou"
Forty-six, the ink question of conquering clothes and tears. ——He Zhu's "The Sound of the Pestle and the Ying of the Anvil"
Forty-seven, after a few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crows in the moonlight. ——Xia Wanchun's "Bu Shuzi·Autumn Colors Arrive in the Empty Boudoir"
Forty-eight, the words on the Yanggong stele are there, and I shed tears after reading them. ——Meng Haoran "Ascending Xian Mountain with the Scholars"
Forty-nine, I will never sleep with sorrow, and the window will be empty at night under the pine moon. ——Meng Haoran's "Returning to Nanshan at the End of the Year"
Fifty, the prosperity of the chariot hub can be hurt, and the teachers and teachers cherish the old and cross Huxiang. ——Liu Zihui's "Chronicles of Bianjing"
51. Recalling the moon in Xiaoxiang, I worry about listening to the ape's dream. ——Wang Changling's "Farewell to Wei"
Fifty-two, no one is lying on the cow's back at sunset, bringing the jackdaws home in twos and twos. ——Zhang Shunmin's "Village Dwelling·The Water Surrounds the Field and Bamboo Fences"
Fifty-three. Where is the banished immortal, there is no one to accompany me in the White Snail Cup. ——Huang Tingjian's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou Tour"
Fifty-four, Qi Qi hurts Bin's song, and the luxuriant flowers feel the song of Chu. ——Xie Lingyun's "Climbing the Pond and Going Upstairs"
Fifty-five. Tears are shed on the pillow, and the heart is broken among the flowers. ——Yu Xuanji's "Gift to the Neighbor's Girl"
Fifty-six. Looking closely, it is not poplar flowers, but the tears of separation. ——Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin·Ci Yun Zhang Zhi Fu Yang Hua Ci"
Fifty-seven, but it makes me full and I am worried. ——Su Shi's "Huanxisha·Ten thousand hectares of wind and waves will not remember Su"
Fifty-eight, but I am worried about holding my bun in front of the lamp, saying endless words and leaving people behind. ——Nalan Xingde's "Yiluosuo·Crossing the distant mountains is picturesque"
Fifty-nine, a journey of tobacco and a journey of sorrow. ——Shi Dazu's "Partridge Sky·There is a pregnant woman on the road of Wei County"
60. When people grow old, their hair turns white in the west wind, and when butterflies come and go, tomorrow's flowers turn yellow. ——Zhang Kejiu's "Nine Days of Guigui Order"
Sixty-one. The sad swallow leaves a red line on its feet, and the annoying Luan shadow is idle and fanned. ——Zhang Kejiu's "Sai Hongqiu·Spring Love"
Sixty-two, broken hearts are flying red, and no one cares about them. ——Xin Qiji's "Wish Yingtai is approaching·Late Spring"
Sixty-three, late spring with tears and no words. ——Nv Huaishang "Reduced Words Mulan Hua Huaishan Yin Yin"
Sixty-four, it has been a dream for four hundred years, which is sad. ——Wang Anshi's "Nanxiangzi·The Imperial State Since Ancient Times"
Sixty-five, the east wind does not blow away sorrow, but the spring day can make hatred grow longer. ——Jia Zhi's "Two Spring Thoughts"
Sixty-six. Two moths in the sky are condensed with dark blue, and sorrow and hatred are at their peak. ——Han Yuanji's "Frost Sky Dawn Corner·Inscribed on Stone Picking Moth Eyebrow Pavilion"
Sixty-seven. I hear the ape is sad in silence, and see the clouds closing when I walk. ——Li Bai's "Xun Gaofeng Shimen Mountain Zhongyuan Danqiu"
Sixty-eight, wherever I have been sad recently, I still know my happiness. ——Xin Qiji's "Nian Nujiao·Fu Yuyan"
Sixty-nine, the chrysanthemum on the threshold is worried about the smoke orchid and weeping dew. ——Yan Shu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers·Chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about smoke orchids and weeping dew"
70. When you are frustrated, you still talk alone, and you only know yourself when you are sad.
——Zhang Ji's "Thoughts on Journey to Jibei";