Author: Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Li Qingzhao cut plum (ci)
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.
Who sent the brocade book?
The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Ma Zhiyuan's Tianjingsha Qiu Si
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.