The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw is surprised again.
it's embarrassing to know when to meet each other on a blind date;
If you come into my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick.
If you remember the long-term lovesick, you will remember the short-term lovesick.
If you had known this, you would have never known each other.
If you cut the plum blossom, Li Qingzhao,
If the lotus root is fragrant, it will leave the jade mushroom in the autumn.
If you take off the dress lightly, you will go to Lanzhou alone.
who sent the brocade book in the cloud?
when the word Yan returns, the moon is full of the west building.
flowers drift and water flows.
one kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure worries.
there's nothing I can do to get rid of this situation.
I just frowned, but I went to my heart.
untitled Li shangyin
the stars of last night and the wind of last night, are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall.
though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn.
in love, there is no competition between flowers, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?.
note on a rainy night to a friend in the north Li Shangyin
Jun Wen's return is not yet due, and evening rain is in the autumn pool.
when * * * cuts the candle at the west window, but talks about evening rain.
Yulinling Liuyong
It's cold and sad, and it's late for Changting. At the beginning of the shower, all the doors are empty, and the party is lingering, and the blue boat is urging. Holding hands looked at each other, tears in eyes, until finally there was no words, a thousand words choking on the throat can not say. Think of this return to the south, this journey is another way, thousands of miles, a stretch of misty, the Night Fog of the sky is a boundless.
Affectionate feelings hurt parting since ancient times, which is even worse, leaving the Qing Autumn Festival in the cold. Who knows where I am when I sober tonight? Fear is only the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the waning of the waning of the waning moon. This is a long time, the people who fall in love are not together, I expect even to meet the good weather, good scenery, as in name only. There are thousands of amorous feelings, who will tell them!
Liu Yong, a butterfly lover
plans to get drunk with a picture of boredom,
treat wine as a song,
be strong and happy but tasteless.
I don't regret it when my belt widens,
I am emaciated because of Iraq.
operator song Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River;
I miss you every day, but I don't see you, so I drink the Yangtze River water.
when will this water stop? When has this hatred been?
I only hope that your heart is like mine, and you will not miss me. I think these songs are very artistic. I hope they can help. Please adopt them. Thank you.