At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell goes to the passenger ship.
how much sorrow you can have is like a river flowing eastward.
if you keep cutting, you will lose your mind, which means leaving your sorrow. Don't be a taste in your heart.
but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, it's even sadder to raise a glass to ease your worries.
dongfeng evil, with a weak sense of joy, is full of sadness and has been away from the cable for several years. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
one kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure worries.
the phoenix tree is drizzling, and it drips at dusk.
Raise a glass to relieve sorrow (Li Bai's poem).
In Li Shangyin's poem "A Gift", there is a poem about the sadness of Yan Shu's "Huanxi Yarn": a new word and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather was old, and when the sun went down, there was no choice but to spend it, and it seemed as if Yan had returned. Wandering alone in the small garden incense path
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, so they say they are worried about filling in new things and giving them strength.
the west wind is still shining, and the tomb of the Han family (Li Bai's Yi Qin E)
The weak willows are suspicious of the wind, and the bushes are like towels. Sitting alone also contains a frown (Liu Yuxi's Memories of the South of the Yangtze River)
Chu guests want to listen to Yao's grievances, and Xiaoxiang looks for laurels in the middle of the moon in the middle of the night (Liu Yuxi's Xiaoxiang God)
Mountain temples and county pavilions watch the tide on their pillows. When will I revisit (Bai Juyi's Memories of the South of the Yangtze River)
I think about it for a long time and hate it until I return. In the Ming Dynasty, people leaned against the building (Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc")
In the dusk, they were bored and leaned against the door alone (Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man")
When they passed through Qian Fan, they were heartbroken (Wen Tingyun's "Dream of the South of the Yangtze River")
Before they returned home, they had to be heartbroken (Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man") Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's Sidi Township)
The waning moon has a bright face, so don't cry. (Niu Xiji's Shengchazi)
There are many words and feelings. Looking back, it is important to remember the green silk dress and feel pity for the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's "The Birth Checker")
I made a thousand wishes before my pillow, and I wanted to rest and wait for the green hills to rot (Dunhuang Ci)
I wanted him to find a husband and come back early, but I was deeply interested in looking back at Qingyunli (Dunhuang Ci)
. The legacy is double emerald. Riding an elephant and carrying a man across the water first (Nanxiangzi by Li Xun)
I often get sick and drink before sunrise, but I don't care that Zhu Yan is thin in the mirror (Magpie Treading by Feng Yansi)
I don't want to hate how many tears I have, but I lean on it (Spread out the Huanxisha by Li Jing)
I feel sad when I keep cutting. Don't have a general taste in your heart (Li Yu's "Night Crying")
Asking how much you can worry about is like a river flowing eastward (Li Yu's "Yu Mei Ren")
Don't lean on the fence alone, it's infinite, and it's easy to see it when it's not. The flowing water has gone out in the spring, and it is heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha")
It is difficult for slaves to come out, so you can be merciful. (Li Yu's "Bodhisattva Man")
After the lonely people in the other lane dispersed, I looked down on the tobacco. The incense of the stove is idle and the phoenix is lingering.
hold the ribbon empty, and look back and hate yiyi. (Li Yu's "Lin Jiang Xian")
For my heart, for yours, we will know each other and remember each other deeply (Gu Kui's "Confession")
When will the green clover rest? Tears and sorrow are broken first (Qian Weiyan's "Jade House Spring")
In the past, I was sick and tired of fragrant bottles, but today, fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness (Qian Weiyan's "Jade House Spring")
The moon tower is high and lonely, and the wine enters the sorrow and turns into homesick tears (Fan Zhongyan's "Sumu Cover")
Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice. Tears come before the wine arrives. The night is deep, the lamp is worn out, the lights disappear between the lights, but leaned against the pillow, chat to sleep, this endless lonely, really let the taste of loneliness similar.
everyone has come to this matter, and there is no plan to avoid it (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing")
When will Chunchun be sent back? Looking at the mirror in the evening, it hurts the scenery, and remembering the province in the later period of the past (Zhang Xian's "Fairy")
There is no choice but to let the flowers fall, and it seems familiar that Yan has returned, and the fragrance path in the small garden wanders alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha")
The bright moon does not know how to leave hate and suffer, and the oblique light shines until it wears Zhu Hu (Yan Shu's "Butterfly Lovers")
I want to send a colorful note and a ruler. Drink for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave a night photo among the flowers. (Song Qi's "Spring on the Jade Tower")
The rain and the wind are raging in March. The door closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.
I asked the flowers with tears in my eyes and flew over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")
The sadness gradually drifted away, and the distance continued to be like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sha")
The tears were pink (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sha")
Only then did I feel the spring empty.
this year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. (Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha")
Only then did I send you home in spring, and then I sent you home. If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch up with the spring, you must stay in the spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Operator")
The fallen flower is independent, and the swift flies in two directions (Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Fairy")
I am afraid that I will meet you in a dream (Yan Jidao's "Partridge Sky")
It is unforgettable and late to sleep. Looking after each other silently, there are only a thousand lines of tears (Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi")
In detail, it is not a flower, but a little bit of tears (Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin")
Picking up all the cold branches and refusing to live, lonely sandbar is cold (Su Shi's "Bu Operator")
There are few willow cotton blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grass in the end of the world (Su Shi's " It's all here