Bai Juyi
Tears are exhausted, and dreams are not realized. Before midnight, the temple sang.
Beauty is broken before she is old, leaning against the smoke cage and sitting in the light!
Jiangchengzi
On the 20th of the first month, Yi Mao remembered her dreams day and night.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.