Pan Yue in Mourning Poems of the Western Jin Dynasty
Over time, winter goes and spring comes, and cold and heat suddenly flow easily.
The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever.
Who can obey in private? It's no good staying too long.
I respect my life. I have changed my mind and turned against the original service.
Looking at Lou, thinking about this person, thinking about the experience in the room.
There is nothing on the picture, but there are traces of calligraphy.
The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall.
Disappointment seems to exist, and the return is shocking.
Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, once in a lifetime.
If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.
The spring breeze is coming and the dressing gown is dripping.
When you forget to sleep, your worries accumulate day by day.
When you are weak, you can still attack.
Shen Yue's "Mourning Poems" in Southern Dynasties
I went to autumn in March and May, and I still shine in this autumn.
Nowadays, orchids and grass grow in spring, and then they will be fragrant in spring.
Sadly, human nature is different. Once you are grateful, you will die forever.
Because the curtain screen was destroyed, the curtain mat was more open.
Dust covers an empty seat, while solitary account covers an empty bed.
Everything is endless, and it hurts the survivors.
Poems by Tomb Man: Jiang Yan in Southern Dynasties
When a beauty dies, there will be endless troubles.
The candle is dark at night, but the golden mirror remains the same during the day.
Tung leaves give birth to green water, and foggy days flow.
Fang is not empty, birds think of time.
Xiang Yong acted cautiously, but he couldn't help it.
Poems by Tomb Man: Jiang Yan in Southern Dynasties
It is appropriate to see that the leaves are depressed and the flowers have recovered.
The spring breeze in the tent is swaying, and the eaves are still swaying.
Seeing the scenery with tears destroys the heart and the things.
Today's sadness needs tears, and yesterday's joy often wanders.
Who can comfort you if you keep sighing?
Three Sorrow Poems: Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty
You are like Gong's favorite daughter, and it's not going well to marry me, a poor man.
You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine.
You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves.
Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks.
A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left.
The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.
Because I miss you, I love girls very much, and many of your dreams, I will burn paper for you.
No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? .
There is a better person than me, and God rejected a son. Pan Yue's mourning is still a waste of language.
Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.
However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.
Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty: Five Thoughts Poems
In the mirror of self-love makeup, the ring is covered with green silk.
Soon, a swallow was shot in the fat cheek, and a red Su Xuan was about to melt.
The mountain spring flows around the steps, and thousands of trees and peach blossoms reflect the small building.
I turned the book lazily, got up lazily, and combed my hair through the crystal curtain.
Red roses promote the new era, and the gauze is delicate and dusty.
Don't think the material of the cloth is too weak yet. Silk and weft are the best.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
At that time, a hundred flowers were blooming, and I just picked a white flower for you, a woman with white skin.
Now I stand quietly like two or three trees, and there is only one poor green leaf to spend the late spring with me.
Jin Se Tang Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.