1. Many feelings don't have to be expressed in words. If you love with beautiful feelings, even if you can't say it, your heart can be passed on to others. -Fu Jeer
2. Sometimes, it is for the sake of love that you quietly avoid it. What I avoid is the figure, but what I can't avoid is the silent feelings. -Plato
3. Moro's essays are first-rate. His essays don't make you enjoy reading like some writers, but make you reflect on yourself and society more deeply! Moro writes with compassion for others, so the ultimate concern and sympathy for human beings and society often permeates behind criticism. This is the most touching place for readers. -Cao Ji
4. It turns out that everyone can have their own opinions, but not everyone can have foresight; Anyone can have feelings, but not everyone can have a mind. -Andy Lau
5. Recalling Qin E's lofty pavilion, the chaotic mountains and Ping Ye are sparsely populated. The smoke is thin, and when the crows return, they smell the horns at dusk. The fragrance is broken and the feelings are evil, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still autumn and lonely. -Li Qingzhao
6. The paper account of the solitary wild goose's rattan bed is sleeping, and there is endless talk and no good thoughts. Shen cigarettes break jade furnace cold, with my feelings like water. The flute is played three times, and the plum blossoms are broken, which is full of spring affection. The small wind dispelled the rain and rustled the ground, but it also urged a thousand tears. The piper went to the jade building, and who was heartbroken? A fold is worth a fortune, and no one can send it. —— Li Qingzhao
7. I plan to learn Po Gong's poems about New Year's greetings. Where can I send acacia flowers? Yang and the old mink come first, but the bird knows when the heating returns first. The wanderer's feelings are far away, and the rain and dew at home are timely. Xiaoru Mo offered a tribute to Shengping. Fortunately, he saw the instrument at the Dragon Tower. -Zeng Guofan
8. It is necessary to break the house cold at night, and Juanjuan leans on the eaves. Self-sufficient, diligent, and bitter. The feelings of the official sea are thin and thin, and they are separated from people's minds. Even more pity for Wu Hui's wandering guests, sitting in the midnight with a paper account alone. -Zeng Guofan
9. Huanxisha was lying high on March 3, so why say snoring? Xiaowan crosses Fucui Street. There must be a frog in the lake jump. Sunny days are also used for flowers. Dongfeng is absolutely sentimental. There is peace in the world like wine. -Liu Chenweng
1. Shan Huazi is more affectionate than Europe. Every phase will lead to a new year. Three miles across the Zhangjiang River, the berth is still there. In the middle of Fangcao Road, it is still cold and rainy in the spring. Small peach blossoms in three or two places are pitiful. -Liu Chenweng
11. Nian Nujiao is so young, more dreamy, and superior as a wolf. Yu ying's new poems are aimed at hangover, so I don't care. Members of the bridge wave, liquid fertilizer dust failure, I can sell a few exhibitions. Looking for a valley through the hills is his early plan and late plan. I still remember that Chen has been stunned, so my old friend congratulated me and encouraged you to get up. After 5 years, I have been to the second place, and I realize that everyone is playing. Take my feelings, borrow the rhyme of the public, and hate the sky as paper. Laugh for the rest of your life, and you don't need to tolerate it. -Liu Chenweng
12. Dolly's small court. The curtain is graceful in Penglai. I hate being in a hurry, returning to the glory, and the east wind shakes my feelings. A little while later, I saw him go there, and after a while, he still came back. A pair of silver collars, a jade thread, and a pointed shoe. Musk powder, embroidered velvet shirt, narrow and tailored. I turn my head, smiling through my face, and cicada shadows cage my hair. Remembering the madness and believing in the horse with the car, that knowledge is reduced to the horizon. Early cardamom, poor early spring, thin late, hard to see flowers. The red leaves are deep, the colorful buildings are far away, and the waves are obedient by the bluebird. Idle is, this fan eye, nowhere to arrange. The clouds are broken, the dreams are less than the soul, and the balcony is empty. -Zhang Xiaoxiang
13. The paper account of the rattan bed starts to sleep. I can't talk about it, and I have no good thoughts. Shen Xiang intermittent jade furnace cold, with my feelings like water. Three lanes in the flute, plum heart broken, how much spring affection. -Li Qingzhao