1, the threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and blue tears, the curtain is light and cold, and swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake. Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know? Yan Shu's "The Butterfly Loves Flowers, Chrysanthemums, Sorrow for Smoke and Blue Tears"
2, tenderness is like water, courtesy is like a dream, I am willing to bear the bridge. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night. The magpie fairy of Qin Guan
3, love is like a hairspring, and people are like flying catkins. The teardrop pavilion will be empty. A wisp of smoke hangs like a willow, so there is no reason to live in Lanzhou. Wild geese cross the setting sun, and the grass is misty. There are countless worries now. In the Ming dynasty, don't think about how to spend tonight. Zhou Zizhi's "Walking on the beach is like a gossamer"
4, the building lacks shade, and the column shadow lies in the east room. On the east side of the moon, the wind is dew for one day, and apricot blossoms are like snow. The smoke barrier urges the leakage of gold smoke, and Luo fine-tunes the dark snuff knot. Snuff knot, a spring dream, Jiangnan is vast. Fan Chengda's Qin Louyue Lou Yin Deficiency
5, chilling, for Changting night, the shower began to rest. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Liu Yong's "Rain Rings Cold"
6, flowers wither, red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are plenty of fish in the sea! Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. The laughter died away, and so did the sound. Affectionate but heartless chagrin. Su Shi's "Die Lian Hua Chun"
7, the sky is not old, I can't help it. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. Zhang Xian's "Millennium"
8. Ling Bo didn't cross Hengtang Road, just watched and walked. Who is the golden flower? Qiao Yue Garden, a bamboo building with locked windows, is only called Spring. Ran Ran Yun Fei, at dusk, drew a new topic, heartbroken sentence. How much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain. He Zhu's Jade Case: Ling Bo But Hengtang Road.
9, Yun Fei Ran Ran Gao Heng dusk, crayon new topic heartbroken sentence. How much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain. He Zhu's "Jade Case"
10, flowers bloom and fall, and the water flows by itself. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. A Piece of Plum by Li Qingzhao
1 1, ten years of life and death are boundless, incredible, unforgettable, thousands of miles away, nowhere to talk about desolation. Su Shi's Jiangchengzi
12, I hate you not like the moon, north and south, east and west, north and south, only with each other. Damn you, you are like the moon hanging high above the river, just perfect and gone, and I don't know when it will wait until the moon is round again. Lv Benzhong's "picking mulberry seeds and hating you is not like the bottom of the river."
13, after parting, meet again. A few times, I dreamed of being with you. Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream. Yan's Partridge Sky
14, Doumen drinking mercilessly, nostalgic, Lanzhou urging hair. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Liu Yong's Lin Yuling
15, I'm going to say I'm coming back before I respect you. I want to talk about spring first. Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky. Before the farewell party, Mo sang a new tie. This song has a sad feeling. It's easy to see all the flowers in Los Angeles at first. Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Pagoda Spring Pre-reward Return to China"