How the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever.
-Li Bai's "Into the Wine"
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The water of the Yellow River seems to fall from the sky, and the waves roll straight into the sea, never to return.
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
-Li Yu "Yu Meiren, when is the spring flower and the autumn moon?"
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Ask me how much sadness I have in my heart, just like the endless flow of water from the spring river to the east.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
-Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
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In heaven, I would like to be a bird flying with me. On earth, I would like to grow branches together.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
-Gao Shi "Don't be big"
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Don't worry if you don't meet a bosom friend. Everyone in the world doesn't know you, Dong!
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
-Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom
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There are some plum blossoms in the corner, blooming alone in the cold.
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
-Du Fu's Hope for Spring
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The capital fell and the city was broken. Although the mountains and rivers are still there, there are grass everywhere and the trees are gray.
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
-Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi"
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My friend, please drink this cup of wine again until you return home in triumph in the future.
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
-Lu You's Early Fog of Spring Rain in Lin 'an
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Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, tomorrow morning, someone will sell apricot flowers in a deep alley.