I lean heavily on the tall buildings in the city, wishing that my body could be like a moon pavilion and accompany you thousands of miles (Zhang Xian, Song Dynasty)

After so many years, it should be a good place for good times and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them? －Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell"

Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river continent. A graceful lady, a gentleman is a good man. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs·Zhou Nan·Guan Ju"

The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night.

When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep.

Hateful to you is not Jiang Louyue, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, we can only accompany each other without separation. Hate you is just like the moon in the river. It is full but you still lose. It is full but you still lose. How long will it take to be reunited?

The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness, and two places of leisurely sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.

Changing my heart for yours, I realize that we have deep memories of each other.

We were together for a short time, but now we are on separate sides. I look forward to my return every night, thinking of you and remembering your return. I don’t complain about the pain of missing each other, I just hate the difficulty of meeting each other. My heart is concerned about you every day, and I hope you will return to your hometown.

The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir dream. －Chen Tao's "Journey to Longxi"

What comes is empty words and disappears without a trace, the moon is setting at five o'clock upstairs. The dream is so far away that it is difficult to recall it, and the book is hastily turned into ink.

The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus. Liu Lang already hated Pengshan for being far away, and even more so because he was separated by 10,000 layers of Pengshan. The falling flower man is independent, and the wisps fly together. －Yan Jidao's "Two Songs of Linjiang Immortal"

I am afraid of lovesickness, but I already miss my loved ones. When it is my turn to miss my loved ones, I have no words to say, and there is only a hint of love between my eyebrows.

----Yu Yan