Wen tingjun
Never hate, hate to the ends of the earth. I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking, but the water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying Yun Lan and slanting.
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. After all, this is not Qian Fan. Full of water, Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken.
Endless longing
Bai Juyi
Bianshui, Surabaya, flows to Guazhou ancient ferry, Wu Shan is a little sad.
Think of dragons, hate dragons, hate to rest when returning, and the moon people lean on the building.
Zuihuayin
Li Qingzhao
The fog is thick and the clouds are sad forever, the brain sells golden beasts, and the festival is double ninth. Jade pillow cabinet, cool at midnight.
After the evening, the wine in Dongli has a faint fragrance and sleeves that you can't forget. West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night.
Li shangyin
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.