If the love lasts for a long time, how can we live together day and night!

Without the wings of a colorful phoenix, we can have a clear understanding of the heart!

Looking for her in the crowd Thousands of times later, I suddenly looked back, and there was that person in the dimly lit place!

I don’t regret that my clothes are getting wider and wider, but I feel haggard because of the loss of my clothes!

This feeling can be remembered, but it’s just At that time, I was at a loss!

There was a time when the sea was difficult to deal with, except for Wushan, it was not clouds!

The west wind was shining, the Han family mausoleum (Li Bai's "Recalling Qin'e")

Weak Liu Congfeng raised his sleeve suspiciously, and the orchids were exposed as if they were stained with towels. Sitting alone also frowns (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling the South of the Yangtze River")

Chu guests want to hear Yao Se's complaints, Xiaoxiang late at night when the moon is bright (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God")

Looking for the mountain temple in the middle of the moon Guizi, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we visit again (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan")

I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return home. The moonlight person leans on the building (Bai Juyi's "Long Love")

It is dusk in the season, and I am bored and lean alone against the door (Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man")

Thousands of sails are not the same, the slanting light is shining The water is long and the heart is broken in Bai Pinzhou (Wen Tingyun's "Dream of Jiangnan")

Don't return to your hometown before you are old, for returning home requires breaking your heart (Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man")

I plan to marry you. , Rest for life. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you cannot be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Sidi Xiang")

The waning moon is bright on the face, don't cry at the dawn (Niu Xiji's "Sheng Chazi")

The words are over Too much, the love is not over. Looking back, I still remember: Remember the green skirt, pity the fragrant grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's "Shengchazi")

I made a thousand wishes before my pillow, and I want to rest and wait until the green mountains fade (Dunhuang Ci)

I wanted him to come back early after conquering his husband, but he took off and let me go into the blue clouds (Dunhuang Ci)

Looking back with deep affection in secret. Two green leaves are left behind. Riding on an elephant and crossing the water first (Li Xun's "Nanxiangzi")

I often get sick and drink in front of the flowers every day, and my beautiful face looks thin in the mirror (Feng Yansi's "Magpie Stepping on the Branch")

< p>No amount of tears can limit hatred, relying on the lantern (Li Jing's "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi")

Continuous shearing and chaos, this is the sorrow of divorce. There is no ordinary feeling in my heart (Li Yu's "Crying in the Dark Night")

Asking you how much sorrow you can have is just like a river of spring water flowing eastward (Li Yu's "Poppy Beauty")

Don't lean on the fence when you are alone. There is no limit to the country. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others. The flowers fall on the flowing water and the spring is gone, heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Lang Tao Sha")

It is difficult for a slave to come out, but I teach you to be merciful. (Li Yu's "Bodhisattva Man")

After the lonely people dispersed in the other alleys, Wang Can Tobacco was in the doldrums. The incense of the stove floats like a phoenix.

Holding the Luo belt empty, looking back with regret. (Li Yu's "Linjiang Immortal")

Change my heart for yours, and then we will know that we remember each other deeply (Gu Kui's "Revelation of Heartfelt Love")

When will the green poplar grass stop? The tears in my eyes and the sorrow in my heart have already broken (Qian Wei's "Spring in the Jade House")

In the past, I was sick and tired of the fragrant bottles, but today I am afraid that the fragrant bottles will be shallow (Qian Wei's "Spring in the Jade House")

Resting alone in the Mingyue Tower, drinking wine makes me sad, turning into tears of lovesickness (Fan Zhongyan's "Sumuzhe")

Every year and tonight, the moonlight is like a train, and the person is thousands of miles long (Fan Zhongyan's "Yujie Xing") )

I am so sad that I can’t get drunk. Before the wine arrives, tears first come. The lamp is turned off and the pillow is turned off, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone.

Everyone is here to do this, and there is no way to avoid it between their brows and their hearts (Fan Zhongyan's "Royal Street Journey")

When will I send Chunchun back? Facing the evening mirror, the scenery is hurt, and the past is empty in the later period (Zhang Xian's "Tian Xianzi")

There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and it seems that the swallows have returned, and the fragrant path of the small garden is wandering alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand") < /p>

The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and its slant light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn (Yan Shu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")

If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, you will know where the mountains are and the rivers are vast (Yan Shu) "Butterfly Loves Flowers")

Growth hates the lack of entertainment, but is willing to love a daughter with a light smile. I hold wine for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers. (Song Qi's "Spring in the Jade House")

It was raining and windy at the end of March. The door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.

The flowers are silent with tears in their eyes, and the red flowers fly across the swing (Ouyang Xiu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers")

The sorrow of separation gradually becomes endless, and the distance is endless like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Treading on the Shasha") 》)

The soft intestines are filled with pink tears (Ouyang Xiu's "Treading on the Shasha")

The music and songs are scattered among the tourists, and they only feel the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberries")

If gathering and separation are in a hurry, the hatred will be endless.

This year’s flowers are more red than last year’s, but it’s a pity that next year’s flowers will be even better. I don’t know who knows the same. (Ouyang Xiu's "Lang Tao Sha")

I just started to send spring back, and then I sent you back.

If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch the spring, tens of thousands of people will stay in the spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Shuanzi")

The fallen flower man is independent, and the tiny swift swallows fly together (Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal")

Tonight's remaining Looking at Yinggang, there is a fear that we will meet in a dream (Yan Jidao, "Partridge Sky")

It is too late to sleep, unforgettable, even heartless and heartbroken (Yan Jidao, "Nanxiangzi")

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My temples are pitiful and green, just because I miss my old age (Yan Jidao's "Sheng Chazi")

I refuse to paint a rich family, and the spring breeze is free and the flowers bloom (Wang Anguo's "Qing Ping Le")

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Ten years of life and death are blurred, without thinking, one will never forget it (Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi")

In the small Xuan window, I am dressing up. Looking at each other without words, there are only thousands of tears (Su Shi's "Jiang Chengzi")

Looking closely, they are not poplar flowers, but the tears of separation (Su Shi's "Water Dragon Song")

Choose The cold branches refuse to live on, and the lonely sandbank is cold (Su Shi's "Bu Suanzi")

There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world (Su Shi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")

Laughter gradually disappears and the sound becomes quieter, but the passion is ruthlessly annoyed (Su Shi's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers")

Everything in life comes to nothing with a flick of the finger, and the soul is broken and melancholy has no place to find (Li Zhiyi's "Traveling on the Sand")

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Thinking about only dreams coming and going, let alone being afraid of the river (Huang Tingjian's "Wang Jiangdong")

The most important thing is that the sound of love leaks out, and the shadows of flowers move secretly (Chao Yuanli's "The Mallard") )

The man is strong, green and pure, and has a long-term wish to be with him (Chao Yuanli's "The Mallard")

Sighing on the good dreams, there is no evidence for them one by one, and I sit staring at the golden flowers in despair (Chao Yuanli's "Yulin Ling")

I feel tired after farewell, my skin should be fragrant and thinner (Chao Yuanli's "Yulin Ling")

Mei Ying is sparse and icy. The waves are flowing, the east wind secretly changes the years (Qin Guan's "Looking at the Sea Tide")

If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they stay together day and night (Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal")

< p>The time is not reserved for young people, and the hatred lasts for a long time. When will it end (Qin Guan's "Jiang Cheng Zi")

Even in spring, the river is full of tears, endless flow, and many sorrows (Qin Guan's "Jiang Cheng Zi") < /p>

When will we see you again? There are traces of crying in the sky above the sleeves (Qin Guan's "Man Ting Fang")

The old grudges on the cardamom tips, and ten years of dreams can only be frightened (Qin Guan's "Man Ting Fang")

Helpless The clouds settled and the rain dispersed. By the lantern, the east wind has teary eyes (Wang Shen's "Remembering Old Friends")

It only takes a few dusk to ruin a life of haggard (Zhao Lingzhi's "Qing Ping Le")

How much leisure and sorrow are there? A river of tobacco, the city is full of wind, plums are yellowing in the rain ("The Sapphire Case" by He Zhu)

The original grass is showing the first dew, and the old buildings and new ridges are leaning against each other. Lying on an empty bed and listening to the rain outside the south window, who will turn on the lamp to mend clothes at night ("Partridge Sky" by He Zhu)

Where I miss you, the orchid boat urges me to leave. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked (Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell")

Sentiment has been hurt by separation since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqiu Festival (Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell")

After so many years, it should be a good morning and a good scene. Even if I have a thousand feelings, who can I tell them to (Liu Yong, "Yulin Bell")

A song in Yangguan, the sound of heartbreak is gone, and I lean on the railing alone (Liu Yong, "Youth Tour")

Had I known that? I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong's "Ding Fengbo")

In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, I couldn't say who would lean on the railing. (Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")

The clothes and belts are getting wider and wider, but they are not destroyed, and people are haggard because of the beauty.

(Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")

The fragrance is not in the stamens, the fragrance is not in the calyx, the fragrance is deep in the bones (Chao Buzhi's "Yan Jiao'er")

Spring is coming Dressed in gold thread, who knows how haggard it is (Mrs. Wei's "Wulin Chun")

Weary guests from the south of the Yangtze River are haggard, unbearable to listen to, and eager to control complicated strings (Zhou Bangyan's "Man Ting Fang")

Hand in hand while reading the moon pavilion, listening to the flute on the exposed bridge, thinking about the past, like in a dream, with tears dripping secretly (Zhou Bangyan's "The King of Lanling")

My hometown is far away, when will I go (Zhou Bangyan's "Su Mu" Cover")