Second, since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords, we raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. -Li Bai's "Song of Shu Yun/Escort Yu Shuhua Upstairs".
Third, teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words. -Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road in the Wall
Fourth, tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. -Ouyang Xiu "How Deep is the Courtyard"
5. The world is infinite, so you can't draw a sad picture. -Gao Chan's "Looking at Jinling Evening"
Six, the thin shadow is shallow, and the evening is fragrant. -Lin Bu's "Little Beauty in the Mountain Garden"
Seven, drunk lying on the battlefield, don't laugh, how many people fought in ancient times? -William Wang's Two Poems of Liangzhou.
8. Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality. One inch or a thousand strands. -Yan Shu "Lou Yu Chunchun Hate"
Nine, the husband is not without tears, and does not spill the parting room. -Lu Guimeng's "Separation"
Ten, the night dream suddenly go home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears —— Su Shi's "Twenty Dreams in the First Month of Jiang"
Eleven, flowers are like flowers, and no one regrets falling from teaching. -Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin, Er Yun Zhang Zhifu Huayang Ci"
Twelve, under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo. -Lu You's Two Poems of Shen Yuan
Thirteen, looking for, barren, miserable. -Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound Search"
Fourteen, a pot of wine from the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me. -Li Bai's "Drinking Four Bright Moons Alone"
Fifteen, helpless flowers fall, deja vu Yan Gui. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha, a new word and a glass of wine"
Sixteen, things are not omnipotent, tears flow first. -Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears in the moonlit sea, and the blue fields breathed their jadeite to the sun. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
Eighteen years old, passionate but heartless, tonight is as long as last night. -Yuan Haowen "Partridge Sky, Waiting for Pavilion Lights to Send Cool Rain"
Don't lean on the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. -Li Yu's "Clean Sand Order, Rain Outside the Curtain"
Twenty, strong women in business do not know how to hate the country, but also sing backyard flowers across the river. -Du Mu's Bo Qinhuai
Twenty-one is my life, and I shed a thousand tears for you. -Liu Yong's "Remembering the Imperial Capital with Thin Pillows and Cool Days"
Twenty-two, no one wears flowers, no one advises alcohol, and no one is drunk. -Huang Gongshao's "Jade Case, Stop Needle and Thread every year"
Twenty-three, the spring tide brings rain late, and there is no boat to cross the wild. -Wei in Xixi Chuzhou
Twenty-four, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. -Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems"
Twenty-five, the small building was easterly again last night, and the old country was unbearable to look back on the moon. -Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?
Twenty-six, flying freely is as light as a dream, and the rain is as thin as sorrow. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha, Lonely and Cold, Go to Xiaolou"
27. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
Twenty-eight, I have never shed tears in my life. I am crying here. -Li Bai's "Don't pine branches in Jiangxia"
Twenty-nine years old, but he died before he conquered. Since then, heroes have been crying on their coats. -Du Fu's "Shu Xiang"
Thirty years old, holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless. -Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"
Thirty-one, how much sadness can I ask you Like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?
People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. -Cui Hu's "South Village Title"
Thirty-three, I don't know that the sky is in the water after drunkenness, and the ship is full of dreams. -Tang Wenru's Cao Qinghu in Longyang County
Thirty-four, still, still, people and poplars are thin. -Qin Guan's Dream of Spring
Thirty-five, red tears slipped down, full of spring breeze. -Na Lanxingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Wrong at the Time"
Chang 'e will regret stealing the elixir. -Li Shangyin's Chang 'e
37. The sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night. —— Li Shangyin Leyuan Scenic Area/Leyou Mausoleum
Thirty-eight, time only makes people old, does not believe in family, hates leaving the pavilion for a long time, and tears are easy to wake up. -Yan Shu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Time Only Helps the Old"
Thirty-nine, tears return to the eyes, not married and not hated. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"
Forty, frost night, Jiang Feng fishing fire sleep. -Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge/Fengjiang Night Park
Forty-one, pull out the mountain. Bad times never die. -Xiang Yu's "Gaixia Song"
Forty-two, affectionate is just a spring court, or a matter of leaving people. -Zhang Mi "The Sender"
Forty-three, wine becomes sorrow, tears become acacia. -Fan Zhongyan, "Su Muzhe Nostalgia"
Forty-four, a sound of autumn leaves, a little banana and a little sorrow, dreamed for three nights. -Xu Zaisi's "Water Fairy Night Rain"
Forty-five, the wind is falling and the rain is sunny. No wonder spring worries are supplemented in detail. -Nalan Xingde's "Red Dates, Wind Xi"
Forty-six, where did you wake up tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. -Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"
Forty-seven, the world is thin, human feelings are evil, and rain is easy to send flowers at dusk. -Tang Wan's "Chai Toufeng, the world is thin"
Forty-eight, the bluebird is not outside the cloud, and the lilacs are sad in the rain. -Jing Li's "Spread the Huanxisha, Hand-rolled Jade Hook with Real Beads"
At forty-nine, the petals shed like tears, and the lonely birds sang their sadness. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring
Fifty, there are trees on the mountain, and there are branches on the wood. I don't know whether I like you or not. -Anonymous Song of Ren Yue