2, teenagers do not know the taste of sorrow, love the floor, love the floor, saying that they are worried about giving new poems. Now I know the taste of sadness, and I want to talk about it, but I want to talk about it, but it is a cool autumn! -Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave
3. Xiao Xiaojiang fell to the riverside and ridiculed a farewell. Half a stick will die, two lines of tears, a boat. -Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Eye-catching"
4, flying freely is as light as a dream, and the continuous rain is as fine as sorrow. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha"
5, thinking more hurts the body, and spring hates it for a long time. Dew touched the tears of Hunan bamboo, and the flowers fell more and more beautifully. Sleep with fear and dreams and relax. There are few people in the backyard, and the moonlight is scattered. -Don Wei Zhuang's "Spring Sorrow"
6. If you ask how much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain. -He Zhu's Jade Case
7, helpless flowers fall, I seem to know the return of Yan, but I am alone. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
8. Crows crow in the courtyard at dusk, remembering that person, pear blossoms and moonlight. -The Little Mermaid by the cat, the east wind is swaying and the clouds are light.
9, don't lean on the fence alone, the mountains and rivers are infinite, and it is easier to see when it is difficult. Running water is gone, and spring is gone. -Li Yu's "Langtaosha"
10, think about dragons, hate dragons, and don't stop until they return. -Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc"
1 1, sadness is getting farther and farther, and the distance is like spring water. -Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"
12, the spring tide brought rain late and hurried, and there was no boat to cross the field. -Wei in Xixi Chuzhou
13, ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget the window of Xiao Xuan, I am dressing up. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears-Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
14, flowers from Shui Piao, one kind of acacia, two places of leisure. -Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum"
15, cut constantly, reason is still chaotic, it is parting. It's not just the general taste. -Li Yu's Crying at Night