The west wind kissed the light of the sun, and in front of us were the tombs and palaces of the Han Dynasty. (Li Bai's "Recalling Qin E")
Weak willows doubt the wind, and shrubs are like towels. Sitting alone also includes frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan")
Chu Liuxiang, if you want to listen to Yao's hidden grievances, it's in front of the Xiangjiang River on this moonlit night. (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God")
Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When to revisit (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan")
Think long and hate long, until it's time to pay back. People leaning against the building in the moonlight (Bai Juyi's Sauvignon Blanc)
It's dusk, and I'm bored, leaning against the door alone (Wen Bodhisattva Xia)
After all, it's not there, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken (text "Jiangnan Dream")
Be sure to break your heart before you go home (Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man)
I'm going to marry him and grow old together. If you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Four Hometowns")
Canyue's face is bright, don't cry at dawn (Niu Xiji's "Raw Tea Son")
There are many words, but there are still feelings. Looking back, it is important to remember the green silk dress and cherish the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's "Life Check")
Make a thousand wishes before your pillow and wait for the green hills to rot (Dunhuang Ci)
I want him to come back early, but I have time to go to Qingyun (Dunhuang Ci)
Looking back in the dark is very desirable. Heritage is a double emerald. Ride an elephant, first carry people over the water (Li Xun's Nanxiangzi)
Often it's only a day after I'm sick, but I'm too lazy to cover my face in front of the mirror (Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian)
How many tears are hateful to lean on (Jing Li's "Puhuan Xisha")
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. Especially the general taste in my heart (Li Yu's Night Cry)
Ask how much sadness you can have, just like a river flowing eastward (The Mermaid by Li Yu)
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. The flowing water has come out of spring, and it is heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha")
It's hard for slaves to come out, but you can be merciful. (Li Yu's Bodhisattva Man)
Don't be lonely in the alley, hope that the smoke will fade away. The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering.
Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi. (Li Zhi's "Linjiang Xian")
In my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply (Gu Gu's Confessions)
When does the Populus euphratica stop? Tears are broken (Qian Lou Yuchun)
Before, I felt sick and tired of perfume bottles. Today's fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness (Qian Yu Lou Chun)
The bright moon building rests on its own, and the wine turns into tears (Fan Zhongyan's "Sumu Fu")
Every year tonight, if the moonlight is practiced, it will travel thousands of miles a day (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing")
I got drunk for no reason. Tears come before wine. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar.
Everyone has come to this matter and has no intention of avoiding it (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing")
Send away spring, when will spring come back? Looking at the mirror at night hurts the scene and recalls the past (Zhang Xian's Fairy)
The helpless flowers fall, and it seems familiar that Yan has returned, and the small garden wanders alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha")
The bright moon does not know whether it is bitter or not, and it shines obliquely through the Pearl Lake at dawn (Yan Shu's "Near Flowers")
If you want to send colorful stationery and simple elements, you can know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide (Yan Shu's "Die Hua Lian")
Growing up is less unpleasant, and I am willing to love and laugh. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night. (Song Qi's "Lou Yuchun")
March storm. It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's "The Recent Flowers")
Parting from sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's Walking on the Sand)
Inch by inch, my heart ached and tears filled my eyes (Ouyang Xiu's Walking on the Sand)
When the songs are scattered among the tourists, I feel the emptiness of spring (Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds")
If we get together and leave in a hurry, this hatred is endless.
This year's flowers are better than last year's, but next year's flowers are better. You know who you are with. (Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha")
Take the spring water and send you back. If Jiangnan catches up with spring, it will stay in spring (Crown Operator)
Falling flowers are independent, swift and swift fly together (Yan's "Linjiang Xian")
Tonight, there is a photo of the shadow port, and it is like a dream to meet in fear (Yan's "Partridge Sky")
Sleeping late is unforgettable and heartbroken (Yan's "Nanxiangzi")
The temples are pitiful and green, only for the old acacia (Yan's "Raw Tea Son")
Refuse to paint Zhu Hu painting hall, spring breeze is at home (Wang Anguo's "Qing Ping Le")
Ten years of life and death are boundless, and I won't forget it if I don't think about it.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Silent care, tears flow thousands of lines (Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi")
In detail, it seems that it is not Huayang, but a little bit of tears (Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin")
Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live, and the lonely sandbar is cold (Su Shi's "Bu Operator")
There are fewer branches blowing willows, and there are more grass in the end of the world (Su Shi's Die in Hua Lian)
Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed (Su Shi's Dead Hua Lian)
Life is empty and nowhere to be found (Li Chi Ngai's Walking on the Sand)
That only dreams come and go. What is even more frightening is that Jiang Lansheng.
There are countless books written in front of the lamp. No one, people pass. (Huang Tingjian, "Looking at Jiangdong")
The most important thing is to miss the sound forever, and the shadow of the heartbroken flower has been stolen (Mu De Duck in Chao Yuanli)
Have a good dream, have nothing to do, sit and watch the golden flower (Lin Yuling in Chao Yuanli)
Plum shadows are sparse, ice melts, and the east wind is dark and old (Qin Guan's "Looking at the Tide")
If the two love each other for a long time, it will still be sooner or later (Qin Guan's "Que Qiao Xian")
Young people don't stay for teenagers, but when do they rest?
Being on the riverside, I shed tears and worry a lot (Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi")
When can I see you here? Tears on sleeves (Qin Guan's prescription)
The cardamom has an old grudge, and it's shocking to dream once every ten years (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan)
But the clouds are heavy and the rain is scattered Dry eyes and tears in the east wind (Wang Shen's "Memories of Time Past")
It only takes a few nights to ruin a lifetime of haggard (Zhao Lingzhi's "Qing Ping Le")
The front of the building is black and blue, with a touch of willow and an inch of tenderness (Wu Wenying's "The Wind Into the Pine")
Melancholy can't spend their honeymoons together, and the secluded steps grow moss overnight (Wu Wenying's "The Wind Into the Pine")
A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to pour, the boat on the river shakes, and the curtain moves upstairs.
Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is blowing and the rain is rustling.
When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.
Streams can easily throw people away, turn cherries into red and plantains into green (A Prune by Jie Jiang).
Emotions and sorrows are always ruthless, and before the next step, they are all dripping into the morning (Jie Jiang's Yu Meiren)
If you can't write a book, you can only send a little (Jie Lianhuan, zhangyan)
Jiangzhou Sima, with a wet shirt, is the end of the world (Wu Ji's "Full Moon")
Drunk souls want to pursue dreams, pay the west wind, and it will be cool tonight (Cai Songnian's "Partridge Sky")
I advise you not to get drunk before you spend it. This year and next, you will be wilted and your head will be white (Zhao Bingwen's Qing Xing Er)
Baling Bridge on Xiangyang Ancient Road. Poetry prospers in autumn. Romantic figures throughout the ages, how many heroes at one time (Yan Yanshou's "Zhong Chao Wrong")
Turning from the intestine, I feel thin and shallow makeup marks (Yuan Haowen's "Qingpingle")
The seas are dry and the rocks are rotten, and I wish I could not bury the loess (Yuan Haowen's "Maibeitang")
Hate the world, teach the difference between life and death (Yuan Haowen's "Fishing")
Early on, there are few red branches, and the flying catkins are ruthless, which makes people more bored (Duan Keji's "Near Flowers")
Mo Wen's Gains and Losses through the Ages (Wang Mei Wu)
To the west wind, who evokes the soul (Bai Pu's "Winning the Gold")
It's been a hundred years, but it's not easy to make a decision (Wang Yun's Partridge Sky)
Pedestrians can't bear to listen to the cries and complaints, and the wind leaves the mountain in the flute (Chou Yuan's Four Family Guests)
Who knows what's on your mind when you snubbed Jiangnan Night this year (Sadulla's "Little Dry")
Empty and melancholy, there is no reason to meet. Since then, the soul has broken thousands of miles, and Yueyang Tower has been built every night (Xu Junbao's wife "Man Fang Ting")
Yun Lan's rainy and empty building, spring has reached the place where the soul disappears (Zhang Jian's "Walking on the Sand")
Ruthless bright moon, sentient beings return to dreams, and return to the secluded boudoir (Liu Ji's "Charming Moon")
Flowers and moons are blurred, and there is no desire to see them through the curtain (Yang Ji's Bodhisattva Man)
Xia Yan's "Huanxisha")
Turn off the lights in the courtyard for a long time, cut off the rope swing to cut the wind (Yang Shen's "Partridge Sky")
Orchid boudoir is tired, full of worries and dreams, and it is difficult to be brittle (Zhao Nanxing's "Shui Long Yin")
I was fascinated and shed red tears (Zhao Nanxing's Hidden Dragon)
Green yee in hand, swinging strings in vain (Chen Hongshou's Bodhisattva Man)
A few degrees of smoke, only flowers are hard to protect (Chen Zilong's "Eye-catching Lips")
Jade wheel and plain grass, half annoying red makeup (Chen Zilong's "Confessions")
It hurts to worry about the rain in spring and think about the past (Liu's Jin Mingchi)
There is always a desolation and haggard, and there is a beautiful sentence from Yantai (Liu's "Jin Ming Chi")
Looking back on the past, there was a little east wind, and the wind separated the curtains, and the eyebrows were all sad (Liu's Pool)
The voice is slow and ticking. Eyes do not fold easily. What's going on in the world, the heart of a teenager. Clear and deep (Wang Fuzhi's "More Leakage")
At first glance, it seems that a dollar is flying, the fireworks are wet, and no one sees tears.
Adding water to the river will make the sadness fuller, straighter and farther (Qu Dajun's "Magpie Tread")
After the Qingming Festival, the wind did not turn, and my concubine was cold in spring, and Lang was warm in spring (Qu Dajun's "Magpie Tread")
Light green is like a skirt, inch by inch charming. The spring heart is the king's grandson. No matter the east wind blows, the color reflects the dusk (Qu Dajun's "Langtaosha")
Make a few lines of tears at dusk, and the crow crows the moon (Xia Wanchun's Operator)
Unexpectedly, I couldn't get the knot of empathy, so I got the knot of acacia (Xia Wanchun's "Bu Operator")
There are very few things about people (Wu's He Xinlang)
Speaking of the protagonist's lost way, the wind suddenly cooled down (Chen Weisong's "Good Things are Near")
* * * Sleep Agger listens to the autumn rain, and the little guy is cold (Zhu Yizun's "Gui Dian Qiu")
Always writing lyrics, half hating in the air (Zhu Yizun Xie Peiling)
Love is afraid of thinking, looking forward to the long embankment, and the grass is full of heart. Who can find two places when you are sad and singing (Zhu Yizun's High Balcony)
In the past, I fell asleep, and the silver Zheng cut off the lane (Wang Shizhen's "The Recent Flower")
Where to synthesize sadness? Autumn in people's minds (Tang Duoling, Wu Wenying)
It's unfortunate that a long-lost friend asks that life is bleak everywhere (Gu Zhenguan's Golden Melody).
Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. The past is like a ring, and it has become a sigh. (Nalan Xingde's "The Recent Flower")
I don't know what bothers me. It's boring to wake up, and it's boring to be drunk (Nalanxingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds")
With the change of wind and rain, it failed to break the dream of homesickness, so there is no such voice in my hometown (Nalanxingde's Sauvignon Blanc)
Rain washes autumn, and people are pale (Golden Gate by Li E)
Who knows that thousands of nights, each pair of Yi Deng red (Jiang Shiquan's "Water Tune")
If a stone can talk, it should look at the past and cry like me (Niannujiao by Wang Renpu)
Look at the green Chi Pan and shed tears (Zhang Huiyan's Magnolia Slow)
Lonely and sad, but also self-sent, self-made sadness (Gong Zizhen's "Langtaosha")
Whether the lake is cool or not depends on how you comb your hair (Gong Zizhen's Langtaosha)
Don't worry too much, Qiu Lai is poor, but silence is more bitter (Xiang Hongzuo's Hidden Dragon)
The faint smoke, the courtyard and the moon in the pear blossoms (Gu Chun's "Early Spring Complaints")
A piece of spring sorrow, gradually blowing, like a spring cloud (Jiang Chunlin's "Liu Duanqing")
Tall buildings in tea, strive to get home (Tan Xian's "Recent Love")
Hunchun was speechless and heartbroken. Spring can come, people can come (Wang's "Dianjiang Lips")
Try so hard to sleep, who will listen to the music? Ink and tears will stain the water.
Leave the shadow of sad autumn and pay the flag pavilion (Wang's "Langtaosha")
It is not a sad thing to be disappointed that Yu Di urged you to say goodbye and to have a good impression on Lan Sao (the article "The Recent Flower")
Repeated tears seal words, life is only difficult to die (article "Recent Love")
Inch by inch, the river is closed, and the land is fascinated (article "Death")
Broken-hearted. Who's going to get it? Mourning (Langtaosha)
Looking forward to the spring return, the spring return is even more melancholy (article "Zhu Yingtai Near")
Traveling all over the world, dreams and souls are used to it. I love old pavilions (the article "fishing")
Dead souls come back to the tide every night, and red branches are more bitter (Zheng's "Yu Lou Chun")
The candle in the world is red, and the mountains are green in the dream (Zhu Zumou's Partridge Sky)
Shake things and go to an empty mountain, Mo Wen Du Fu (Zhu Zumou's "Slow Voice")
People are homesick everywhere (Kuang Zhouyi's "Reduced Words Huanxisha")
When you lean your head against a stranger, you will grow old in the dust (Wang Guowei's The Recent Flower)
Bitter moss leaves a long way, always wrong.
Selled ruins can be sold, not to mention a little red arm sand (Yu Meiren by Wang Guowei)
From now on, I no longer dream of Cheng En, I will sit and enjoy Byakki Smoker (Yu Meiren by Wang Guowei).
Wuniang praised her for her good dancing to her face, but she always made a mistake in her waist (Wang Guowei's "Near Flowers")
Ten Years of Unforgettable Dreams (Huanxisha by Wang Guowei)
Disappointed with the autumn wind, the world is haggard, and the beauty complains about the grass (Lv Bicheng's Qi Luo Xiang)
Birds are frightened, flowers are splashing and tears are splashing, and mountains and rivers are worried about locking spring.
Tired of traveling all over the world, still haggard and singing (Lv Bicheng's High Balcony)
This is a once-in-a-lifetime event. Why didn't you rush (Lv Bicheng's "Huanxisha")
If you don't meet heaven and man, you will feel the same way (Lv Bicheng's "Huanxisha")
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. Yu Li
I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry. Li Qingzhao