Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
Qiu Chan's cry was sad and urgent. In the evening, facing the pavilion, the shower just stopped. I hosted a farewell dinner in the suburbs of Kyoto, but I was not in the mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board were already urging me to start.
Hold each other's hands, look at each other with tears, and choke. It's a long road in Xiu Yuan, with a thousand miles of smoke and waves, and the mist in the evening hangs over the southern sky, deep and vast, with no end.
Since ancient times, sentimental people have always been sad for parting, not to mention in this cold and desolate autumn! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn.
I've been away for a long time, and it's estimated that even if I meet good weather and scenery, it's just like nothing. Even if there is full affection, who will tell?
2. Yu Lou Chun Zun intended to say the return date.
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
I'm going to talk about the date of return before I respect you. I want to talk about spring first. Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.
Before the farewell party, Mo sang a new tie. This song has a sad feeling. It's easy to see all the flowers in Los Angeles at first.
Before farewell, I want to set a return date. I want to have a cup of love. When I want to say something, the beautiful woman has nothing to cry, like the charming face of the spring breeze, I will mourn myself first. People's sentimentality is innate, and this complex has nothing to do with love affairs.
Before the farewell dinner, don't fill in new words according to the old songs. Qingqu is already very depressed. Be sure to see all the peonies in Luoyang, because the spring breeze we had will soon disappear.
3. Eight or six children leaned against the dangerous gazebo.
Song dynasty: Qin Guan
Lean on the dangerous pavilion. I feel sad when I think of riding outside the willow tree and the difference between water and tea and beauty. After bidding farewell to Liu Waiqing, I was stunned when the water became red. Let me get stuck in it? Under the moon that year, we were drunk like scenes of dreams, and the gentle breeze blew you and me.
There is no choice, the joy of the past is accompanied by running water, the fragrance of the green scarf gradually disappears, and you can no longer hear your sweet music. Positive pin setting. My sad thoughts were deep, and suddenly the cry of an oriole came at me.
I am leaning on the dangerous pavilion alone, resenting like spring grass. I have just been cleaned up and have grown up unconsciously. I feel sad when I think of riding a horse outside the willow and leaving the beautiful woman in tea by the water.
Beauty, why did God give you such a beauty? Let me get stuck in it? When we were in jathyapple, we were drunk in a dream, and the gentle spring breeze blew you and me.
Really helpless. The joy of the past has gone with the running water, the fragrance on the green scarf has faded gradually, and your sweet piano sound can no longer be heard.
Now is the late spring season, patches of residual red dancing in the night, after a storm comes a calm with a little Mao Mao rain, foggy. I was heartbroken when suddenly there came the cry of an oriole.
4. Ancient parting
Southern and Northern Dynasties: Jiang Yan
The beloved will be far away from Yanmenguan, so we have no choice but to say goodbye.
The sky in the sky covers thousands of miles, the dust on the ground carries Huang Yun, and it's getting dark. When will the wanderer come back?
Farewell is like yesterday, and the eaves have been exposed.
Although the grass has withered, there is nothing to regret. I am worried about my distant lover and I wonder if he is warm.
Love is far away, we are years old.
I wish I could see my face again, or Carida like Joan's branches.
I hope I can have something like Tu Youyou and Shuiping, and I will always be faithful to the people I love.
The beloved is going to die, so we have to say goodbye helplessly. Huang Yun in the sky has covered thousands of miles, the dust on the ground is connected with Huang Yun, and the sky is getting dark. When will the wanderer come back?
It's been so long, but I still remember the scene of sending my beloved away, as if it happened yesterday, and now it's late autumn, and the dew in front of the eaves has condensed into a ball.
Although the grass has withered, there is nothing to regret. I'm worried about my distant lover, and I don't know if he is warm outside. My lover is far away, and we have been apart for many years.
I hope to see my face from time to time, or as clean as Qiongzhi. I hope I can have something to stick to, like toast and level, and my feelings with my lover will never change.
5. Mulan
Northern Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
Although the world is far away, there is still time to end, but my lovesickness is endless.