Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? -"Don't be big"
Gray/white hair
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. -"Song of Autumn Pu"
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. -"Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
Lonely moon, phoenix tree, autumn.
Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard. It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart. -"Meet You Huan"
The flowers have fallen
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and who will pity if the red disappears and the fragrance disappears? -"Funeral Poems"
Cold rain and cold wind
Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but on a cold rainy night, the wind came. Cochineal tears make people drunk, grow up naturally when they are heavy, and hate water. -"Crying in the Night"
Rhododendron (also known as sub-gauge)
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams.
I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang. -"I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Long Biaoyao sent this.
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Lonely boat
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Xixi Chuzhou
river water
How many pedestrians shed tears in the middle of Qingjiang River in Yugutai. Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains, but the green hills can't cover it. After all, it flows east -"bodhisattva man"
spring breeze
Tobacco like Beth, our mulberries bend the branches with green threads here, and finally you want to go home, now when my heart is almost broken. Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ? -"Spring Thoughts"
In fact, the artistic conception in this poem is also found in other poems, and some of them have a lot of repetition. That's basically all. I thought for a while, and I was tired.