People are always worried when they speak. They clapped their hands and laughed at Sha Ou. They were all worried.
In the evening, the western Western jackdaw looks sad, and the Liutang is green but gentle. If you teach your eyes no hatred, you won't believe that there are hoary heads in the world.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
I can't get rid of this feeling, just frown and take it to heart.
-Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum"
Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow.
Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been gone for several years.
Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and tears are red.
Peach blossoms fall, the pool pavilion is idle, and although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to entrust the book. -Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix"
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw in the west is shocked.
Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.
-Li Bai's autumn wind poem
Intestines are broken, tears are hard to collect, and acacia returns to the red chamber. I know I'm blocked by the mountain, and I can't lean on it freely.
Jathyapple Loutai, Chou-heung Courtyard, people come and go cheerfully. Who is sad when autumn comes? Song Yu was so sad!
Divide cups and plates, sing and dance at leisure, and ask him what's so sad about? There is sorrow when thinking, and there are many storms on the Double Ninth Festival.
At the end of spring, Nanpu Baochai leaves, peach leaves are horizontal, and smoke willows are dark. I'm afraid to go upstairs, and there will be a storm for ten days.
The heartbreaking patch is about to be washed away, and no one cares. Who will call prostitutes to stop?
Look around your temples. Try to focus on the flowers before you count them again.
Luo Zhang's lamp is faint, sobbing in his dream: it is his spring that brings sadness. Where does it lead? But I don't understand, I'm going home!
The smoke fan exposed the wheat and willow trees in the pond, and the rain washed and dried, just like the spring breeze.
Take off your pants and go home quickly. I hate thousands of feelings. I hate all kinds of feelings, bored, I'm singing.
The mulberry pickers have no time to ask questions in their lives, and they all rely on dangerous buildings. They don't believe that there are other troubles in the world.
Come when you sleep, and then go back to rest. You go back to rest and say that you will spend an autumn with Xifeng.
Tell me about the wine booth. Bright and romantic, like Zhuge in Wolong. Where did you fly to the Woods? Step on the soft snow.
You have to break your hat and spend more. The remaining water and mountains have no attitude, so they are pruned and boiled into romantic flowers. Two or three geese are also bleak.
Beautiful women pay more attention to dating than farewell. The Qingjiang River is cold and the water depth is frozen. Break the four corners of the wheel, where pedestrians pin the bones.
Ask who makes you sad? It is wrong to cast today's homesickness. I expected that the iron in the world would run out. Don't play the flute at night!