Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn. -Jie Jiang's "Young Beauty"
It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening. Tonight is a rare event, by candlelight. -Du Fu's "To Wei Ba and Chu Shi"
The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years. Where is the emperor in the pavilion today? The Yangtze River flows freely outside the sill. -Wang Bo's poem Teng Wang Ge
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. -Cui Hu's "South Village Title"
If the sun and the moon abandon people, they will be invincible. -Tao Yuanming's Twelve Miscellaneous Poems
A pony in a sigh, a fire in a stone, and a dream. -Su Shi's Apricot Xiangzi
Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror. -Wang Guowei's "The Recent Flowers"
People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed. -Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou to Enjoy Lotte"
Singing to wine, the geometry of life. For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan. -Cao Cao's "Short Songs"
Spring is not green, the temples are first silk, and the world is not sad for a long time. -Jiang Kui's Partridge Sky
Like a dream of yellow sorghum, I bid farewell to Feng Dan, and the moon is bright and lonely. -He Zhu's Song of Six Kingdoms
I want to buy osmanthus with wine, but I don't like it. -Liu Guo "Tang Duoling"
Ask Qinhuai old window, broken paper in the wind, rotten threshold in the tide, broken eyes. Where did you play the flute at that time? -Kong Renshang's "Seeking Gui from Qinhuai"
The sun and the moon are like ants, and everything floats. Look at the river outside the eaves, rolling eastward. -Xin Qiji's "Water Tune Songs Send Yang Zhan Ming"