"Untitled" - Li Shangyin
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
"Drunk Flower Yin" Li Qingzhao
The mist is thick and the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain disappears the golden beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
"Remembering the South of the Yangtze River" by Wen Tingjun
After washing up, I leaned against the Wangjiang Tower alone. There were thousands of sails passing by.
"Jin Se" Li Shangyin
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of the good years
Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies at dawn, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke
This feeling can be recalled, but it was already at a loss at the time
"Lang Tao Sha Ling" Li Yu
The rain is gurgling outside the curtains, and the mood of spring is fading. Luo quilt cannot 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 fence alone, the world is unlimited. It's easy to say goodbye but hard to see. When the water falls and the flowers fall, the spring is gone, heaven and earth!
"Su Mu Zhe" by Fan Zhongyan
The sky is blue, the ground is yellow leaves, the autumn colors are rolling, and the waves are green and cold.
The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country, chasing the travel thoughts, unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep.
I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
"Partridge Sky" by Yan Jidao
The colorful sleeves held the jade bell diligently, but in those days, they were drunk and beautiful. Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan. After we said goodbye, we met again and again, and shared our dreams with you several times. I only have a few silver photos left tonight, as if I was afraid that the meeting would be a dream.
"Jiangchengzi" by Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are vast, without thinking, unforgettable, lonely tomb thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
Last night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window, looking at each other speechlessly, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, there are short pine hills.
"Magpie Bridge Immortal" Qin Guan
The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
"Rain Lin Ling" Liu Yong
The chilling cicadas are sad, it is late in the pavilion, and the showers have begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast. Since ancient times, sentiment has hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
"Divination" by Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River
I miss you every day and don't see you, but I drink the water of the Yangtze River
When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end
I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to my love