Interpretation: There are countless painters in this world, but they can't draw their own inner sadness.
2, flying freely is as light as a dream, and the continuous rain is as fine as sorrow. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha, Lonely and Cold, Go to Xiaolou"
Interpretation: Outside the window, flowers are dancing freely and lightly, just like a dream. Rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, just like sadness is flying.
3, a leaf and the sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of dreams. -Xu Zaisi's "Water Fairy Night Rain"
Interpretation: The night rain drips on the plane leaves, and the autumn sound is hard to stop, hitting the banana, which makes people worry constantly. In the middle of the night, I dreamed of returning to my hometown.
4, the wind has lived in the dust fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. -From Song Dynasty: Wuling Spring Festival Evening by Li Qingzhao
Interpretation of the vernacular: the annoying wind and rain stopped, and all the flowers on the branches fell, only the dust stained with flowers had a slight fragrance. Looking up, it's already high, but I still don't want to freshen up. Spring goes to summer, flowers bloom and fall, as old as ever. Only sad people and sad things make me sad. When I think about this, I will burst into tears before I speak.
5. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. -From the Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum, Lotus Root Fragrance, Residual Jade in Autumn"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the lotus flower has been disabled, the fragrance has disappeared, and the cold and slippery bamboo mat is full of autumn. Gently take off the silk skirt and lie on the bed alone. Looking up at the distant sky, where white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? It's time for the geese to line up and return to the south line by line. The moonlight is bright and soaking, and the lonely pavilion in the west is full.