Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but it was not clouds except Wushan. ——Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Lisi·Part 4"
Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches will appear in spring. ——Wang Wei's "Lovesickness"
I wish to have the person of my heart and stay together forever. ——Zhuo Wenjun's "White Head Song"
Who do you want to describe as lovesickness? Lovers don't know. ——Yan Jidao's "Sauve Acacia·Sauve Acacia"
Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing we had met before we were married. ——Zhang Ji's "Yin of a Chaste Woman· A Letter to Master Li Sikong in Dongping"
Why should I cut the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? ——Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North"
Can this feeling be remembered in memory? It was just that I was at a loss at that time. ——Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"
In the heart of spring, don't let the flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray! ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled·The rustling east wind and drizzle are coming"
I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love. ——Li Zhiyi's "Bu Shuzi·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River"
With tears in her eyes, she asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. ——Ouyang Xiu, "Butterfly Love Flower·How Deep the Courtyard"
Last night the west wind carved green trees. Climb a tall building alone and look out to the end of the world. ——Yan Shu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers· Chrysanthemums on the Threshold, Smoky Orchids Weeping with Dew"
When the ends of the earth are limited, there is only endless love. ——Yan Shu's "Spring in the Jade House·Spring Hate"
The desolate farewell and the last two echoes, the most unbearable resentment in the moonlight. ——Nalan Xingde's "The Poppy·Meet Again in the Deep of Qulan"
If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they be together day and night? ——Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal·Xianyun Nongqiao"
It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
——Li Shangyin's "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"