There are infinite painting hands in the world, but it’s all sad and impossible to paint. ——Gao Chan's "Jinling Evening View"

Cut the knife to cut off the water, the water will flow again, and raise the cup to eliminate the sorrow and sorrow. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to School Secretary Shu Yun at Xiezhen Tower in Xuanzhou/A Song to Accompany Yu Shuhua on Climbing the Tower"

The spring waves under the sad bridge are green, and it was once the shadow of a startled grand. ——Lu You's "Two Poems of Shen Yuan"

Things are different and people are not the same, everything is over. If you want to speak, you should shed tears first. ——Li Qingzhao's "Wulingchun·Spring Festival Gala"

As we travel further and further away, there are no more books. I wonder where the fish will sink in the vast water. ——Ouyang Xiu, "Jade House Spring·After Farewell, I Don't Know How Far or Near You Are"

There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the swallows return as if they have known each other before. ——Yan Shu's "Huanxisha·A New Song and a Glass of Wine"

Wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness. ——Fan Zhongyan, "Su Muzhe·Nostalgia"

No one wears flowers, no one persuades people to drink wine, and no one cares about drunkenness. ——Huang Gongshao's "The Green Jade Case: Stopping Needlework Every Year"

Who thinks that the west wind is cold alone, the rustling yellow leaves are closed and the windows are sparse, and the setting sun is setting in meditation on the past. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·Who wants the west wind to be cold alone"

Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi"

The intestines are broken and the tears are hard to hold back. Acacia returns to the Little Red Building. ——Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky: Jackdaws are sad in the evening"

The white hair is three thousand feet long, and the sorrow is as long as the head. ——Li Bai's "Seventeen Songs of Qiupu"

How much hate the west wind can blow away the eyebrows. ——Nalan Xingde's "Linjiangxian·Hanliu"

Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness! ——Chen Zi'ang's "Deng Youzhou Taiwan Song"

If you have few close friends, who will listen when your string is broken? ——Yue Fei's "Xiaozhong Mountain·The cicadas couldn't stop singing in the cold last night"

Bonuses fade easily like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like a farmer's sorrow. ——Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poetry·Mountain Head Full of Peach Blossoms"

Now that I have experienced all the sorrow, I still want to talk about it. ——Xin Qiji's "Ugly Nuer·The middle wall of Shubo Mountain Road"

From time to time, I see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and solitary shadows. ——Su Shi's "Bu Shuzi·Residence at Dinghui Yuan in Huangzhou"

The low flowers and trees reflect the small makeup building, and there are two worries between the eyebrows when spring comes. ——Bai Juyi's "Spring Ci"