There is no choice but the flowers fall away, as if we have seen each other before the swallows return
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered
I still hate the old and helpless plow, it has always been in vain Please work hard. ——Lu You
"The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" by Lu You and Tang Wan
The Hairpin-headed Phoenix
---Lu You---
Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. A cup of melancholy, a few years away. wrong! wrong! wrong!
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo! Mo! Mo!
The hairpin-headed phoenix
---Tang Wan---
The world is thin, human nature is evil, and flowers fall easily at dusk when it rains. The morning wind dries, leaving traces of tears. When I want to write down my thoughts, I talk alone in Xilan. Disaster! Disaster! Disaster!
People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing. The sound of the horn is cold and the night is dark. Afraid of being asked, I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. conceal. conceal. conceal.
"Linjiang Immortal" by Yan Jidao
We met for the first time in front of the grass steps, and met again upstairs when we were threading needles.
The fragrant skirt and jade hairpin style.
Beautiful makeup, green eyebrows, blushing face.
The flowing water follows the spring, and who is the same as the traveling cloud clock?
When I’m sober, I often hate the empty Jinping screen.
Looking for each other in the dream road, in the rain and falling flowers.
Jin Se (Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty)
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past. Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies at dawn, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart supported by the cuckoo.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian creates smoke. This feeling can be recalled, but it was already at a loss at that time.
Untitled (Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty)
What comes is empty words. Missing, the moon is slanting above the five o'clock clock. The dream is far away and it is hard to call out.
The book has been rushed into ink and is not thick. The wax shines on half the cage of golden jade, and the musk slightly embroiders the hibiscus.
Liu Lang already hated that Pengshan was far away, and even more separated by ten thousand layers of Pengshan.
Untitled (Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty)
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are everywhere Remaining. The silkworms in spring will not run out until they die, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up. At dawn, the mirror is sad but the clouds have changed, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. There is not much way to go to Pengshan, and the blue birds are diligent to visit.
< p> Happy Meeting (Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty)Speechlessly, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.
Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart.
Lang Tao Sha Ling (Li Yu, Southern Tang Dynasty)
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luo quilt can't bear the cold at midnight. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.
Don’t lean on the railing when you are alone. There is no limit to the world. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone in spring, and the world is in heaven and earth.
Crying in the Night (Li Yu, Southern Tang Dynasty)
The forest flowers have faded the spring red, it is too hasty, but the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. Rouge tears, stay drunk together, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows and hates water.
A Cut of Plum Blossoms (Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty)
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the autumn jade mat. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows, a kind of lovesickness and two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my eyebrows, but it is in my heart