A roll of Li Sao and a roll of books, ten years of sorrow and ten years of lights; Listen to the autumn sound on the banana leaves.
You can stop laughing if you want to cry, but you have to learn to forget; The wrong person says he is smart.
Yan Jiangyue (Song) Wen Tianxiang
Lushan Mountain is still desolate, and the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is infinite.
The sky is green and sunny, and the sweat is pervasive, which also blocks half of the East.
Wild geese cross the lonely peak, apes return to danger, and the wind and waves turn over the snow.
Gan Kun is not old, but there are still talents in the world.
Like a boat drifting, the river is falling, and the guests' dreams are urging Faming'
Nanpu idle clouds grass tree, look back, the flag goes out.
Thirty years and ten years later, there are stars in the sky.
Late at night, on hearing this, Hu Jia blew through the cold moon.
Jiang painted the curtains of the building, and the curtains rolled up at dusk. Xinqing (Song) Lv Zugao
The curtain of painted buildings is rolled up in the dusk, and the screen is covered, but Han Xiao is light.
The fragrance of falling powder calls for sorrow every day.
The lake has been dark for decades, but it can be several degrees, and its style is still the same.
Who will wake up when the years are empty, I feel wandering and I embrace spring?
The sky is vast and the clouds are idle, and there is nowhere to find the flute.
Buying wine and flowers is young, unlike old love.
Shuidiao Getou (Qing) Jiangshiquan
I am a bird. They are all poor.
Tears are similar to those in Qiu Jiang, and less attention is paid to the East.
Ten years as a bride and nine years as a husband.
The head is like a flying canopy.
In the years of sadness and illness, the mood is separated.
Wing Chun Silkworm, Suspicious Xia Yan, Weeping Autumn Insect.
Several times, I saw pearls surrounded by green shade and sat in the east wind with a smile.
I heard that I was thin and wore it twice for me.
Study hard for Hongliang.
Who knows that thousands of miles, each pair of Yi Deng red.
Jiang Chengzi dreamed of Su Shi on the 20th day of the first month (Song)
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
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 a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.