Appeared in front of Pei Shuze,
Lang is like Yushan.
The Yellow River flows to the East China Sea,
Wan Li wrote in his mind.
I dare not ride a white horse,
AG Nanshan buys Gu Jun.
Wandering in Liuhe and not knowing each other,
Floating like a cloud, heading west!
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Seeing you is like seeing Pei Shu, a native of A Jin, walking on the Yushan Mountain, shining brilliantly on people.
Your breadth of mind, such as the Yellow River flowing into the sea and into the East China Sea, should be included;
The monarch is so vast that even Hebo dare not ride a stork to cross the river rashly; You are tall, even if you buy one to look at you, it is worth it.
You are wandering in Liuhe, and those who don't know each other are now looking at the clouds in the sky and are about to drift west.
If my belt widens gradually, I won't regret it. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry. -Liu Yong's "The Recent Flowers"
I lost weight, and my clothes became looser and looser. I have never regretted it. I'd rather look haggard in memory of her. If life is just like the first sight, what is autumn wind sorrow?
A teacher reveals his real name, who is better than in a thousand years. Lu You's The Book of Five Angers The First Song (Song Dynasty)
When I was young, I didn't know what was difficult, and the spirit of the Central Plains occupied by the northern Jin people was like a mountain.
If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, is it a matter of time? The magpie fairy of Qin Guan
The two people love each other and are soul mates. Even if they live far apart, it is only natural that they face each other under the moon.
6 wordless alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely sycamore deep courtyard locks the clear autumn. Li Yu (Five Dynasties)
Silently, I boarded the empty west building alone and looked up at the sky. The moon is like a hook.
I compare my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminates the canal. Chronology of poetry in Qing dynasty
I am good to you, but you are cold and ungrateful. My sincere efforts have not been rewarded and respected.
Yellow flowers are everywhere. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? The voice is slow and exploratory. Author: Li Qingzhao (Song Dynasty)
The chrysanthemums in the garden are piled all over the floor, and they are already very haggard. Who else will pick them now?
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, but they are worried about giving new words. Ugly slave, the middle wall of Shuboshan Road?
When I was young, I didn't know what sadness was. In order to express my deep feelings in poetry and songs, I even insisted that I knew what sadness was.
10 wine becomes sorrow, and acacia becomes tears. Fan Zhongyan's Su Muzhe Nostalgia (Song)
Only bitter wine frequently drowns sorrow, and cups turn into lovesick tears.
1 1 white hair and three thousands of feet, sorrow is like a long time. Li Bai's Seventeen Poems of Qiupu (Tang Dynasty)
White hair is three times as long as thousands of feet's, and the sadness in my heart is as long as this white hair.