Try my concubine and your tears, two drops of water. Look at this hibiscus, who died for this year.
"It hurts" Meng Jiao.
Poisonous vines are scattered, but one is hard to find. I'm Huang Tingke, and immortal bones can't be born.
Fragrant flowers in spring and withered stems in autumn wind. If you can't play the piano, you think you are a bosom friend.
The museum changes old photos of the moon, and the guests write their feelings. The boat on the river is still empty, and the waves send Ming Jing.
"Bitter Cold" Meng Jiao
It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.
Knocking on a stone won't make a fire, and strong yin will seize yang. What is the bitter tone? It is frozen in this chapter.
Miscellaneous Complaints (A Miscellaneous Complaint of Ancient Yuefu) by Meng Jiao
Remember people not to be sad, but to be sad and empty. Don't send someone to cut clothes. You may not come back after cutting clothes.
If you are a flower with two pedicels, don't fly around. Flowers fall around trees, and wanderers ignore time.
Peach blossoms bloom in the morning, and girls are pink. Peach blossom dusk, girl powder.
Trees have a hundred years of flowers, and people have no certain face. Flowers are sent by others when they are old, and people are sad and idle.
Poor girl's mirror is unknown, and there are a few cold flowers. There is a virtual weave in the dark, and there is no long seam in the short line.
You can't shine on the waves, and you can't follow the madman. There are many scattered shadows in the waves, and there are also many different traces of madmen.
Hold this life thin and empty into a lot of hate.
"Old unlucky" Meng Jiao
Don't hesitate to play the ten-fingered string for you. I'm always afraid of new sounds, so I can't sit still.
Abandoning today's sadness is yesterday's happiness. It's easy to make new changes, but it's hard to cling to the past.
There are weeds in the green hills, and the tears are long. Empty future generations and accept their thoughts.
Farewell to Ancient Times (Farewell to a Scene) by Meng Jiao.
Songshan Mountain is surrounded by clouds and separated by land and water. If the cloud goes, it will return to the sun, and if the water is not close, it will be.
Spring is sweet and soft. Wickerwork don't have to worry, there are countless ties.
Farewell to Meng Jiao
The river wakes up in the morning and the river frequently sends each other. There are tears in the cup to drink, and there are no branches.
When you smile, all your troubles are new. East Bohemia Day, do not hesitate to travel far.
"Easy Man" Meng Jiao
Chang' an is not slow, and the situation is in power. When they meet, relatives don't care about each other.
Sigh clumsy, suddenly frivolous. I am often afraid of losing my position and becoming rut dust.
In this process, I am already white-haired, and I have not stopped running.