"Magpie Bridge Immortal·Xianyun Makes Clueless"
Song Dynasty·Qin Guan
Xianyun makes tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver and Han are far away in darkness.
As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people 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 lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
We are so lucky to have met each other, the person we vowed to spend the rest of our lives with. And how unfortunate it is that we have been suffering from lovesickness for most of the year.
"Shengchazi·Yuan Xiu"
Song Dynasty·Ouyang Xiu
On the night of Yuan Dynasty last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day.
On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet after dusk.
On the Lantern Festival this year, the moon and lights are still the same.
I can’t see the person from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears.
It is true that "flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year." The most regrettable thing in the world is that things and people are different.
"Five Poems on Lisi·Four"
Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty
Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Looking back lazily at Huacong, I am half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
I have been to the sea, and I don’t care about other waters. Once I met you, other people no longer have a good impression of me...
"Jiang Chengzi·Yimao" "Dreams on the Night of the 20th of the First Month"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them.
Thousands of miles away from the lonely tomb, there is no place to speak of 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.
At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream, and I was dressing up outside the small window.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Many times, the longer the time, the longer the longing, and the continuous autumn rain cannot last longer than lovesickness.