1. Don’t be surprised by favor or disgrace, watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court; have no intention of leaving or leaving, watch the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky. Hong Yingming's "Cai Gen Tan"
2. After the new rain, the fragrance of bamboo is heard, and the voice of orioles falls among the flowers. Mo Qian has been passing by for a long time, and the time has gradually become empty. Zhang Ji's "Visiting Cui Consort Dongyuan in Late Spring"
3. The laughter and laughter are as old as before, and the hair on the temples has become stained. Wei Yingwu's "Happy meeting with old friends from Liangchuan on Huaishang/Happy meeting with old friends from Liangzhou on Huaishang"
4. The world is full of twists and turns, and only ten years pass. Life is full of gatherings and separations, meeting each other and having fun. Ouyang Xiu's "Crying in the Night"
5. After washing up, I leaned alone at Wangjiang Tower. Thousands of sails are gone, but the slanting light flows slowly over the water. Heartbroken Bai Pingzhou. Wen Tingyun's "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River"
6. The eyes are full of green mountains that have not been seen, and there is no trace of hair on the temples in the mirror. He just said that he has nothing to do as he gets old, but he wants to have more things to do in middle age. Du Mu's "Shu Huai"
7. A message to the wine market in Dongyang. After getting drunk for a while, I will be happy now and shed tears for a long time. Zhu Fu's "The Fisherman is Proud, the Rain is Slim, the Wind is Slow"
8. I often remember that the sun is setting in the creek pavilion, and I am so intoxicated that I don't know the way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. 11. Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream"
9. The bright moon scares magpies when they leave the branches, and the breeze sings cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. 11. Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"
10. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. Xin Qiji's "Yong Yu Le Jingkou Bei Gu Pavilion Nostalgic"
11. The young woman in the boudoir knows no worries, and goes up to the green building with makeup in the spring. Suddenly I saw the color of willows on the street, and I regretted teaching my husband to look for a title. Wang Changling's "Girlfriend's Grudge"
12. More than twenty years have been like a dream, although this body is shocking. Chen Yuyi's "Linjiang Fairy Climbing the Pavilion at Night to Reminisce about Old Tours in Luozhong"
13. The flowers are silent and the water is empty. I have to worry about flowers every year. Yan Jidao's "The Partridge Sky Guards the Lotuses in Bloom"
14. When the swallows come to Xinshe, the pear blossoms lag behind the Qingming Festival. There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, and one or two orioles are heard under the leaves. Yan Shu's "Broken Arrangement"
15. Nostalgic and nostalgic, I sing the poems on the flute in the air, and when I go to the countryside to read it, I feel like a bad person. Liu Yuxi's "Rewarding Lotte Seeing Gifts at the First Banquet in Yangzhou"
16. I am growing old as time goes by. Tingzhou is full of water, where can I find fragrant grass? Xin Qiji's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers, Drunk Books, Rain and Rock Waves Under the Moon"
17. Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things; time is the passer-by of hundreds of generations. Li Bai's "Preface to the Spring Night Banquet in the Peach and Plum Garden"
18. Thinking about tonight, facing the new moon, crossing the light cold, where is the small bridge. Zhao Ruzi's "There are Ten Thousands of Willow Silks in Love Embroidery Quilt"
19. When the white rabbit makes medicine, autumn returns to spring, who will Chang'e live alone next to? Li Bai's "Jia Chun ordered me to ask my old friend Jia Chun about wine at the moon"
20. Feeling the passage of time, thinking about the past, feeling desolate. At that time, he was very handsome, but half of his strength was dead. Cai Shen's "Shui Diao Ge Tou Pavilion Under the Gao Wood Leaves"
21. Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains. When the ear picks it up, it becomes sound, when the eye meets it, it becomes color. 11. Su Shi's "Red Cliff Ode"
22. During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. I didn't come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall. 11. "Invitation" by Zhao Shixiu
23. The colorful sleeves hold the jade bell diligently. Back then, I struggled but was drunk and beautiful. Yan Jidao's "The Partridge in the Sky with Colorful Sleeves Holding the Jade Bell Attentively"
24. In order to ask the mountain old man what happened, I sat down to watch the young man and his beautiful hair. Ye Mengde's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou Autumn Colors Are Getting Late"
25. The sun and the moon are like grinding ants, and everything will come to an end. You look at the river outside the eaves, rolling from the east. Xin Qiji's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou Farewells to Yang Minzhan"
26. Don't miss your old friends and your homeland, and use the new fire to make new tea, and poetry and wine take advantage of the youth. 11. Su Shi's "Looking at the Transcendent Stage in the South of the Yangtze River"
27. Lament that time has passed, fame has not yet been established, and scholars are getting older, and opportunities will come. Liu Kezhuang's "Qinyuan Spring Dream Furuo"
28. What is the fight on the snail's horn? This is reflected in the light of the stone fire. To follow the rich and the poor is to be happy, but to not smile is to be an idiot. Bai Juyi's "Dairing of Wine"
29. The mist is endless, looking at the Qin Pass. Sigh that the passing years have become wasted. Lu You's "Xie Chi joined the army at the prime of spring"
30. Green grass and red polygonum are similar in autumn and autumn. It was a sad autumn last year, and it is here again this autumn. Li Bai's "Early Autumn on the Qujiang River"
31. Snow foam and milk flowers float on the midday lamp, and Polygonum antler and Artemisia bamboo shoots try the spring dish. The taste of the world is pure joy. Su Shi's "Huanxi Sand Drizzle and Slanting Wind Make the Dawn Cold"
32. Don't be frightened by wine and fall asleep heavily in spring. Gambling books will disappear and the fragrance of splashed tea will disappear. Nalan Xingde's "Who Thinks of the West Wind and Cools Alone in the Huanxi Sands"
33. It is good to relax with poems and books on the pillow, and the scenery in front of the door is good when the rain comes. Li Qingzhao's "Breaking through the sand in the Huanxi River, the disease on the temples makes the hair fade"
34. Unlike that time, the small bridge was covered with rain, and the two people knew each other's secrets. Zhou Bangyan's "Young Man Traveling to the Clouds and Desert with Light Threads Scattered"
35. This place has high mountains, dense forests and bamboos, as well as clear and rapid streams, reflecting the surroundings. 11. Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection"
36. The cold weather prompts me to change my kapok fur, and I lean on my stick to take a closer look at the original work in the suburbs. Most of all, the autumn wind is nosy, red maple leaves and white hair. "Wild Walk" by Zhao Yi
37. The flowers in the forest faded away in a hurry. Helplessly, cold rain comes in the morning and wind comes in the evening. Li Yu's "Welcome to meet each other in the forest and the flowers have faded in spring"
38. The shadows in the leisurely cloud pool are long, how many autumns have things changed and the stars have moved? Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely. Wang Bo's "Poetry of Prince Teng's Pavilion"
39. The wine shop in the south of the Yangtze River is in decline, with a slender waist and light palms.
After ten years, I dreamed of Yangzhou and won the reputation of a brothel. Du Mu's "Condemnation"
40. Ten years of life and death are so vast that it is unforgettable without thinking. Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi Dreams on the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yimao"
41. The sun has always been short of long ropes, and the water has gone and the clouds have returned. If you want to buy from Magu, a cup of spring dew is as cold as ice. Li Shangyin's "Visiting the Mountain"
42. I advise you not to be drunk before flowers. This year's flowers will wither, and next year's flowers will wither and your head will turn gray. Zhao Bingwen's "Young Xing'er is sad for the flowers in the wind and rain"
43. Look forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival every year, and worry about the fog and rain every year. Zeng Ji "The moonlight is beautiful from the 14th to the 16th night of August in Guiwei"
44. The wind returns to the small courtyard and the green is green, and the willow eyes continue to spring. I was silent for half a day, but the sound of the bamboo and the crescent moon were still the same as before. Li Yu's "Poppy Poppies"
45. How many times can we meet again and laugh for hundreds of years. He Menggui's "Where is Everyone at the Time of Fishing"
46. There are six or seven miles of grass spread across the field, and the flute plays three or four sounds in the evening breeze. After returning home and having a good meal at dusk, I lie down under the moonlight without taking off my coir raincoat. Lu Yan's "Shepherd Boy"
47. Autumn grass grows on strangers every year, and the sun sets in the building every day. Yan Jidao's "Partridges Drunk in the Sky, Taking Spring Clothes and Cherishing the Old Fragrance"
48. The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate. Tonight I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and I will see another year of frost on my temples tomorrow. Gao Shi's "Great Night Works"
49. I have been silent for half a day, but the sound of bamboo and the crescent moon are still as good as before. Li Yu's "The Poppy Wind Returns to the Green Small Courtyard"
50. The backlight and the moon are shaded by flowers, and it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.
Nalan Xingde's "Poppy Lady on Silver Bed with Asphalt and Wu Lao"