Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao?
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry. ?
The wind stopped, the dust smelled of flowers, and the flowers had withered. The sun has risen high, but I'm too lazy to dress up. The scenery remains the same, the personnel have changed, and everything is over. I wanted to pour out my feelings, but before I could speak, tears came down first. I heard that the spring scenery in Shuangxi is still good, and I plan to go boating. I'm afraid a boat like Shuangxi grasshopper can't carry many of my worries.
2. Ugly slave, the middle wall of Shuboshan Road
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji?
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words. ?
Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But it is a cool autumn.
People don't know the taste of sadness when they are young, and they like to climb high and look far. I like to climb high and see far, and I am reluctant to say that I am worried about writing a new word. Now I have tasted sadness, but I want to say it but I can't say it. I want to say it, but I can't say it. What a cool autumn!
3, Yulin Ridge, chilling and wailing
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
After autumn, cicadas are so sad and in a hurry. Facing the pavilion, it was at night and a sudden rain had just stopped. Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start. Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat. Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless. Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn. It's been a long time since I left each other, and people who love each other are no longer together. I think even if we meet fine weather and beautiful scenery, it just seems like nothing. Even if it is full of affection, who can you enjoy it with?
4. quasi-it's hard to go to four
Southern and Northern Dynasties: Bao Zhao?
If you pour water on the ground, it will flow in different directions, and the difference in life is not consistent.
Life is fixed, how can you always complain about self-pity?
Drink some wine to comfort yourself and sing "It's hard to walk", and the singing is interrupted by drinking.
If the heart is not vegetation, how can there be no feelings? Want to say or say, and want to do, no longer say anything.
Pour water on a flat surface, and it will flow in different directions. Life is different. Life is a gift, how can you feel sorry for yourself all day? Drink some wine to comfort yourself and sing "It's hard to walk". Singing was interrupted by drinking. People's hearts are not vegetation, how can they have no feelings? If you want to say it, don't say it. Don't say anything more.
Jiang still remembers the dream he had on the 20th day of the first month.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi?
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.
They have been dead for a lifetime, ten years apart, but 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.