1. Qingpingle was waiting for sorrow and sorrow
Song Dynasty: Zhang Yan
was waiting for sorrow and sorrow, and people spoke on the west coast.
when the moon falls, the sand is as smooth as the river, and there are no geese.
The dark religion worries Lan Cheng, and the poor one cares about the situation every night.
there is only one leaf, and I don't know how many autumn sounds!
2. Bashengganzhou showered the rainy dusk on the river
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong showered the rainy dusk on the river and washed the autumn.
the frosty wind is chilly and tight, and the river is left out in the cold.
it's a decline, but it's a decline. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. ?
I can't bear to climb the mountain and face the distance, and I can't bear to look at my hometown.
sigh for years, why bother stay for a long time? If you want a beautiful woman to dress up,
if you miss it a few times, you will know the boat from the sky. Know me, leaning on the railing, I am worried!
3. midnight song, the third night
Song Dynasty: He Zhu
In the third night, the atrium just shines with pear blossoms and snow. Pear blossom snow, too sad to break, cuckoo crying blood.
how can a prince and grandson say goodbye to each other? Swallow goodbye, stop running water, and sob for others.
4. Looking at Qinchuan
Tang Dynasty: Li Qi
Qinchuan looked at him, and the sunrise was at the east peak.
the mountains and rivers are clear far and near, and the winding city is heavy.
Autumn sounds like bamboo trees, and cool colour Wuling pine trees.
when guests return home, they lament that the frost is thick.
5. Slow voice and searching
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
searched and searched, cold and clear, sad and miserable.
when it's warm and cold at first, it's the hardest to stop breathing. Three glasses and two light wines,
how can you beat him and come late in the wind? Yan Guo is sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground. Who can pick it now?
how can you get dark when you are alone by the window? Indus is even drizzling,
at dusk, dribs and drabs. This time, what a sad word!