The west wind is still shining, the tomb of the Han family (Li Bai's "Recalling Qin E")

The weak willows are suspicious of the wind, and the bushes are like towels. Sitting alone also contains a frown (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan")

The Chu guest wants to hear Yao Se's resentment, and Xiaoxiang is in the middle of the night when the moon is bright (. Don't rest until you return home. People lean on the building in the moon and the Ming Dynasty (Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc")

When you want to be at dusk, you are bored and lean on the door alone (Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man")

When you go through Qian Fan, you will be heartbroken and heartbroken (Wen Tingyun's "Dream of Jiangnan")

You must return home before you are old. Don't cry at dawn (Niu Xiji's "Sheng Chazi")

There are many words, but my feelings are still unfinished. Looking back, I remember the green silk dress and pity the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's "Sheng Chazi")

I made a thousand wishes before my pillow, and I wanted to rest and wait for the green hills to rot (Dunhuang Ci)

I wanted his husband to come back early, but I was released. I don't care that Zhu Yan is thin in the mirror (Feng Yansi's Magpie Treading)

How many tears can I hate? I lean on the dry (Li Jing's Spread out the Huanxi Sand)

If I keep cutting, I will be confused, which means I will leave my sorrow. I don't have a general taste in my heart (Li Yu's Night Cry)

I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. Heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha")

It's hard for slaves to get out, so you can be merciful. (Li Yu's "Bodhisattva Man")

After the lonely people in other lanes are scattered, I hope that the residual tobacco will be depressed.

Holding the ribbon empty, I look back and hate Yiyi. (Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy") < p Tears and sorrow are broken first (Qian Weiyan's "Jade House Spring")

In the past, I was sick and tired of fragrant bottles, but today, fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness (Qian Weiyan's "Jade House Spring")

The moon tower is high and lonely, and the wine enters the sorrow and turns into homesick tears (Fan Zhongyan's "Sumu Cover")

Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice. Looking at the mirror in the evening, it hurts the scenery, and remembering the province in the later period of the past (Zhang Xian's "Fairy")

There is no choice but to let the flowers fall, and it seems familiar that Yan has returned, and the fragrance path in the small garden wanders alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha")

The bright moon does not know how to leave hate and suffer, and the oblique light shines until it wears Zhu Hu (Yan Shu's "Butterfly Lovers")

I want to send a colorful note and a ruler. And leave the evening photos among the flowers. (Song Qi's "Jade House Spring")

The rain is raging in March. The door is closed at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in the spring.

I ask the flowers with tears in my eyes and fly over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Lovers")

The sadness is gradually endless, and the distance is constantly like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Shakespeare") I first feel empty in spring (Picking Mulberry Seeds by Ouyang Xiu)

If we get together and leave in a hurry, it will be endless.

This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. (Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha")

Only then will I send you home in the spring. If you catch up with spring in the south of the Yangtze River, you must stay in the spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Operator" Seeing each other in fear is like a dream (Yan Jidao's Partridge Sky)

Sleeping late, unforgettable, even heartless and heartbroken (Yan Jidao's Nanxiangzi)

Poor temples, only for the homesick old man (Yan Jidao's Shengchazi)

Not willing to draw a picture of Zhu Hu, the spring breeze is at ease (Wang Anguo Only a thousand lines of tears (Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi")

In detail, it is not a young flower, but a little bit of tears (Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin")

All the cold branches refuse to live, and lonely sandbar is cold (Su Shi's "Bu Operator")

There are few willows blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grasses in the end of the world (Su Shi's "Butterfly Lovers" There is no place to find a broken soul (Li Zhiyi's "Walking on the Sha")

Considering that only dreams come and go, I am even more afraid. Jiang stopped (Huang Tingjian's "Looking at Jiangdong")

The most important thing is to leak the sound forever, and secretly move the shadow of a broken heart (Chao Yuanli's "The mallard Duck")

People are strong, Qingzun is in the shadow, and they are willing to go with each other (long) Thin and narrow (Chao Yuanli's Yu Lin Ling)

Mei Ying is thin and thin, the ice melts and the east wind changes the years (Qin Guan's Looking at the Tide of the Sea)

If the two feelings last for a long time, why not stay in the morning and evening (Qin Guan's Que Qiao Xian)

Shao Hua doesn't stay for teenagers, but when will he rest? The cry marks on the front sleeves (Man Ting Fang by Qin Guan)

The cardamom has an old hatred, and the dream of ten years is just shocking (Man Ting Fang by Qin Guan)

But the clouds are heavy and the rain is scattered. With the dryness, the eyes of the east wind are in tears (Wang Shen's Remembering the Old Friends)

It takes only a few dusk to ruin his life (Qing Ping by Zhao Lingzhi) Yichuan tobacco, the wind is blowing all over the city, and plums are raining in yellow (He Zhu's "Jade Case")

The grass was originally on the grass, and the dew was early, and the old building was new and long. If you lie in an empty bed and listen to the rain from the south window, who will light the lamp to mend clothes at night (He Zhu's "Partridge Sky")

Where you are lingering, Lan Zhou urges you to send your hair. It's supposed to be a beautiful morning in name only. Even though there are thousands of minutes of amorous feelings, who should I tell (Liu Yong's "Rain Rings")

that the sound of heartbroken is exhausted, and I should rely on the railing alone (Liu Yong's "Youth Tour")

If I had known earlier, I would have regretted not locking the carved saddle (Liu Yong's "Dingfeng") < p The fragrance is not in the calyx, but in the bone (Salt Corner by Chao Buzhi)

It's full of golden clothes in spring, but who knows (Mrs. Wei's Wu Linchun)

It's unbearable to be tired of guests in the south of the Yangtze River, and it's urgent to manage the strings (Zhou Bangyan's Man Ting Fang)

Read the moon and pavilions hand in hand, expose the bridge and smell the flute, and think about the past. It's already midnight in the city. The horse is slippery and frosty, so it's better to take a rest, and it's always less pedestrian (Zhou Bangyan's Youth Tour)

It's like Iraq, so how can it be like missing slaves (Li Lu's Pinling)

Only Guanshan is a thousand miles away, and Su Guangtong (Xie Yi's Jiang Shenzi)

When will Wan Liyun sail arrive? See off the lonely soul, and cut off the green hills. Who will sing the golden thread for me (Ye Mengde's He Xinlang)

Hating you is not about the moon, north and south, east and west, north and south, but only about each other.

Hating you is about the moon, and you will lose money when it is full. When will you stay together (Lv Benzhong's Picking Mulberries)

Advocating for the sole reward and lying alone. It hurts to stand, but touching people lightly and coldly (Zhu Shuzhen's "Minced Magnolia")

simple and naive is not afraid of people's guesses, and sleeps with his clothes. It is the most time to share, and he returns to the makeup table (Zhu Shuzhen's "Qingpingle")

He is afraid of leaving his arms and suffering, so he wants to talk about it and rest (Li Qingzhao's "Recalling the Blow on the Phoenix Platform" From now on, I will add a new sorrow (Li Qingzhao's "I remember to play the flute on the Phoenix Platform")

Don't die, the curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers (Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin")

Now, they are haggard and frosty, and they are afraid to go out at night. It is better to listen to people laughing under the curtain (Li Qingzhao's "Never Meet Joy") < The wind is rushing late (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound")

This time, how can I get a sad word (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound")

If I want to pay my mind to Yao Qin, I know few friends, but who will listen to it (Yue Fei's "Little Heavy Mountain")

One sound is more important. The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite. Wrong, wrong (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix")

Spring is as old as before, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and full of tears (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix")

Peach blossoms fall, and the leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance exists, it is difficult to entrust the brocade book. Mo, Mo, Mo (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix" I can't dream (Lu You's "Butterfly Love Flowers")

I'm not afraid of silver and steel, but I'm worried about the wind breaking my clothes (Lu You's "Butterfly Love Flowers")

I'm afraid that spring will bloom early, not to mention countless red flowers (Xin Qiji's "Touching the Fish")

I don't care if I buy a thousand dollars, but who will tell me about this situation (who? There are thousands of new hatreds in Yunshan Mountain. It is expected that the Ming Dynasty will see you again before, but it is difficult to fold flowers in the mirror.

You should also be surprised to ask: How many huafa (Xin Qiji's Nian Nujiao) buildings have been deserted recently?

The old flying swallow can say (Xin Qiji's Nian Nujiao)

Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with floors. Falling in love with floors is a blessing. No one cares, let alone persuade Tiying to stop (Xin Qiji's "Zhu Yingtai Near")

It's that he brought sorrow in spring, but he didn't understand where to go in spring (Xin Qiji's "Zhu Yingtai Near")

The crowd searched for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim (Xin Qiji's "Jade Case")

It's hard to cut away from sorrow (Jiang Kui's "Long Pavilion Complains Slow")

Yan ran and shook, and Leng Xiang flew into a poem (Jiang Kui's "Nian Nujiao")

The night was long and bitter, and he was dyed by acacia in early spring (Jiang Kui's "Walking on the Shake")

Spring was not green, and his temples were silky. It's a place of falling red with sorrow. Remember that the door is covered with pear blossoms and the lights are cut off late at night (Shi Dazu's "Qi Luo Xiang")

Worrying hurts Cui Dai's eyebrows, and the flowers are alone every day (Shi Dazu's "Shuangshuangyan")

The green and dark road in front of the building is divided, with a little willow and an inch of tenderness (Wu Wenying's "Wind Into Pine")

Disappointed. The sound of silver words is strong, and the words in your heart are fragrant.

The streamer is easy to throw people away, turning cherries red and plantains green (Jie Jiang's "A Cut of Plums")

The joys and sorrows are always heartless, and I can't write a book until dawn (Jie Jiang's "Yu Meiren")

I just send a little bit of acacia (Zhang Yan's "Jie Lianhuan")

. The west wind is cool this night (Cai Songnian's Partridge Sky)

I advise you not to get drunk before the flowers, and this year's flowers will fade, and next year's flowers will fade, making your head white (Zhao Bingwen's Qing Xing Er)

Baling Bridge, an ancient road in Xiangyang, is full of poetry and autumn, and a romantic figure throughout the ages (Yan Yanshou's Chao Zhong Cuo) You hate not to bury the loess (Yuan Haowen's Maibeitang)

You hate what the world is like, and teach life and death to promise each other (Yuan Haowen's Touching the Fish)

There are few red branches, and the flying flocks are heartless, which annoys people even more (Duan Keji's "Butterfly Lovers")

Don't ask about the eternal profits and losses (Wang Yisun's "Eyebrow Wu") Fallen leaves from the mountain in the flute (Chou Yuan's "Si Jia Ke")

Who knows what's on my mind this year (Sadula's "Little Dry")

I'm empty and melancholy, and there is no reason to meet each other. From now on, my soul will be broken for thousands of miles, and the Yueyang Tower (Xu Junbao's wife's "Man Ting Fang")

Blue clouds and red rain are empty. Looking through the curtain for nothing (Bodhisattva Man by Yang Ji)

The moon shines on the window screen in the wine province (Huanxisha by Xia Yan)

The courtyard is late in closing the lights, and the swing is cut and the wind is cut (Yang Shen's Partridge Sky)

The blue boudoir is tired, full of worries and dreams, and it is difficult to be fragile (Zhao Nanxing's Only flowers can't be protected (Chen Zilong's "Diancrimson Lips")

The jade wheel grinds the grass flat, and half of it is annoyed with red makeup (Chen Zilong's "Complaining about Love")

Spring is a rainy day, and it hurts so much to miss the past (Liu Rushi's "Jinming Pool")

It is always bleak and very haggard, and there is a famous saying of Yantai (Liu Rushi's " Dripping. Eyes are not easy to shed. What's going on in the world is a young man's heart. It's clear and deep (Wang Fuzhi's "More Leaky")

At first glance, it looks like a piece of jade money flying, wet with fireworks, and no one sees the tears.

Adding water to the river will make you more sad, straight and far away (Qu Dajun's "Magpie Treading") The color reflects the dusk (Qu Dajun's "Langtaosha")

A few lines of tears are shed in the dusk, and a crow cries for the moon (Xia Wanchun's "Bu Operator")

Unexpectedly, if we can't get together with each other, we'll end up lovesick (Xia Wanchun's "Bu Operator")

People's affairs are few and far between (Wu Weiye's "He Xinlang")