Raise a glass to dispel the sorrow "(Li Bai's poem),

There is a poem in Li Shangyin's" A Gift "that says," Bananas don't show lilac knots, but the spring breeze in the same direction worries each other "

On the melancholy Yan Shu's" Huanxi Yarn ":a new song and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather was old, and when did the sun set? Wandering alone in the small garden fragrance path

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-----------. Sitting alone also contains a frown (Liu Yuxi's Memories of the South of the Yangtze River)

Chu guests want to listen to Yao's grievances, and Xiaoxiang looks for laurels in the middle of the moon in the middle of the night (Liu Yuxi's Xiaoxiang God)

Mountain temples and county pavilions watch the tide on their pillows. When will I revisit (Bai Juyi's Memories of the South of the Yangtze River)

I think about it for a long time and hate it until I return. In the Ming Dynasty, people leaned against the building (Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc")

In the dusk, they were bored and leaned against the door alone (Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man")

When they passed through Qian Fan, they were heartbroken (Wen Tingyun's "Dream of the South of the Yangtze River")

Before they returned home, they had to be heartbroken (Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man") Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's Sidi Township)

The waning moon has a bright face, so don't cry. (Niu Xiji's Shengchazi)

There are many words and feelings. Looking back, it is important to remember the green silk dress and feel pity for the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's "The Birth Checker")

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 him to find a husband and come back early, but I was deeply interested in looking back at Qingyunli (Dunhuang Ci)

. The legacy is double emerald. Riding an elephant and carrying a man across the water first (Nanxiangzi by Li Xun)

I often get sick and drink before sunrise, but I don't care that Zhu Yan is thin in the mirror (Magpie Treading by Feng Yansi)

I don't want to hate how many tears I have, but I lean on it (Spread out the Huanxisha by Li Jing)

I feel sad when I keep cutting. Don't have a general taste in your heart (Li Yu's "Night Crying")

Asking how much you can worry about is like a river flowing eastward (Li Yu's "Yu Mei Ren")

Don't lean on the fence alone, it's infinite, and it's easy to see it when it's not. The flowing water has gone out in the spring, and it is heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha")

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

After the lonely people in the other lane dispersed, I looked down on the tobacco. The incense of the stove is idle and the phoenix is lingering.

hold the ribbon empty, and look back and hate yiyi. (Li Yu's "Lin Jiang Xian")

For my heart, for yours, we will know each other and remember each other deeply (Gu Kui's "Confession")

When will the green clover rest? 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. Tears come before the wine arrives. The night is deep, the lamp is worn out, the lights disappear between the lights, but leaned against the pillow, chat to sleep, this endless lonely, really let the taste of loneliness similar.

everyone has come to this matter, and there is no plan to avoid it (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing")

When will Chunchun be sent back? 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. Drink for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave a night photo among the flowers. (Song Qi's "Spring on the Jade Tower")

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

I asked the flowers with tears in my eyes and flew over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")

The sadness gradually drifted away, and the distance continued to be like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sha")

The tears were pink (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sha")

Only then did I feel the spring empty.

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 did I send you home in spring, and then I sent you home. If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch up with the spring, you must stay in the spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Operator")

The fallen flower is independent, and the swift flies in two directions (Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Fairy")

I am afraid that I will meet you in a dream (Yan Jidao's "Partridge Sky")

It is unforgettable and late to sleep. Looking after each other silently, there are only a thousand lines of tears (Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi")

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

Picking up all the cold branches and refusing to live, lonely sandbar is cold (Su Shi's "Bu Operator")

There are few willow cotton blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grass in the end of the world (Su Shi's " 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? There is a cry mark on the front sleeve (Qin Guan Man Ting Fang)

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

But the clouds are heavy and the rain is scattered. With languid, Dongfeng tears (Wang Shen's "Remembering the Old")

It only takes a few dusk (Zhao Lingzhi's "Qing Ping Le")

How much leisure is there? Yichuan tobacco, the wind in the city, plum yellow rain (He Zhu's "Jade Case")

The original grass, the first dew, the old building is new. Lying in an empty bed and listening to the rain in the south window, whoever picks up the lamp to mend clothes at night (He Zhu's "Partridge Sky")

Where you miss it, Lan Zhou urges you to send it. Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and sobbing (Liu Yong's Rain Bell)

Affectionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even worse to neglect the Qing and Autumn Festival (Liu Yong's Rain Bell)

After years, it should be a good morning in name only. Even though there is a thousand minutes of amorous feelings, who should I talk to (Liu Yong's "Yu Lin Ling")

If I turn to the Yang Pass, I will be heartbroken, and I will rely on the railing alone (Liu Yong's "Youth Tour")

If I had known it earlier. I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong's Dingfengbo)

In the afterglow of grass, no one will lean on the fence without words. (Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")

The belt is gradually widened and will not be destroyed, which makes people haggard for Iraq. (Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers")

The fragrance is not in the core, not in the calyx, but in the bone (Yan Jiao Er by Chao Bu-zhi)

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

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

Everyone understands that it's like Iraq, but how can it be like missing slaves (Li Lu's Pinling)

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

When will Wan Liyun sail arrive? Send a lonely soul, and your eyes will be cut off. Who will sing the golden thread for me (Ye Mengde's He Xinlang)

I hate you, not the moon, north and south, east and west. North and south, east and west, only with each other.

I hate you, but it's just a matter of months. When is the reunion (Lv Benzhong's Picking Mulberry Seeds)

It's better to be warm and sunny, and lose to Yingying Yanyan. The yard is full of flowers and curtains, and the heartbroken grass is far away (Zhu Shuzhen's "The Golden Gate")

Sitting alone, advocating sole reward and lying alone. It hurts to stand still, but it hurts to touch people lightly (Zhu Shuzhen's "Minced Magnolia")

simple and naive is not afraid of people guessing, and he sleeps with his clothes. At the time of parting, I came back to the dressing table (Zhu Shuzhen's "Qing Ping Le")

I was afraid of parting from my bosom, and I wanted to talk about it (Li Qingzhao's "On the Phoenix Platform")

Only the running water in front of the building, I should miss you and stare at you all day.

Looking at it, a new sadness has been added from now on (Li Qingzhao's "Memories of Blowing the Flute on the Phoenix Platform")

People are thinner than yellow flowers (Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin")

Now they are haggard, windy and frosty, and afraid of going out at night. It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people laughing (Li Qingzhao's "Eternal Happiness")

Looking for it, it's cold and lonely, and it's sad and sad (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice")

When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to stop. Three cups and two light wines, how can you be against him? You come late and the wind is rushing (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound")

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

If you want to pay your heart to Yao Qin, who will listen to the string (Yue Fei's "Little Heavy Mountain")

With one sound, it will be more important. The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite.

it's hard to dream and hate. People who don't care don't like to listen, and the empty steps drop to the light. (Wansi Yong's "Sauvignon Blanc")

dongfeng evil, with a thin love, was sad for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong (Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix)

Spring is the same, people are thin and empty, and tears are red and full of tears (Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix)

Peach blossoms fall, and the pool is idle. Although Shanmeng is here, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, Mo, Mo (Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix)

It's already dusk, and it's even more windy and rainy (Lu You's Bu Operator)

I have no intention of striving for spring, and all the people are jealous. Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same (Lu You's "Bu Operator")

Only the dream soul can meet again, but the dream can't be made by people (Lu You's "Die Lian Hua")

I'm not afraid of silver and steel, but I'm only worried about the wind breaking the clothes (Lu You's "Die Lian Hua")

I cherish spring for a long time and I'm afraid that it will bloom early. It is expected that in the Ming dynasty, I will see you again before, and it is difficult to fold the flowers in the mirror.

You should also be surprised to ask: Recently, how many Huafa (Xin Qiji's Nian Nujiao) buildings are empty?

Old Swimmer Feiyan can say (Xin Qiji's Nian Nujiao)

Teenagers don't know what it's like to be sad and fall in love with floors. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about adding new words.

now that I know the taste of sorrow, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'm going to rest, but I say it's cool for a good autumn (The Ugly Slave by Xin Qiji)

heartbroken pieces are flying red, and no one cares, let alone persuade Tiying to keep quiet (Zhu Yingtai by Xin Qiji)

It's because he brought his worries in spring, but he can't figure out where to take them (Zhu Yingtai by Xin Qiji)

Looking for them in the crowd. It's hard to give deep affection (Jiang Kui's Yangzhou Slow)

It's empty and there is a parallel knife, but it's hard to cut away from sorrow (Jiang Kui's Long Pavilion's Complaining Slow)

It's hard to shake, and Leng Xiang flies to the poem (Jiang Kui's Nian Nujiao)

The night is long and the night is short of love, and he was lovesick early in spring. We leave too long, slowly all the pain will gradually be forgotten by time. I do not know who, let me miss the twilight, the happy reunion night, this feeling, only you and I understand. (Jiang Kui's Partridge Sky)

The green statue is easy to cry, and the red calyx is silent. (Jiang Kui's Dimfragrance)

It's nothing like the spring breeze, no matter what it's like, it's early to arrange the golden house. I still teach a piece to go with the waves, but I blame the sad song of Yulong (Jiang Kui's "Thin Shadow")

When the shore is broken, the new green is born; 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.

qiuniangdu and tainiangqiao. The wind is fluttering and the rain is drizzling.

when will you go home to wash the guest robes? The silver word is sheng Diao, and the heart word is fragrant.

The streamer is easy to throw people away, turning cherry red and banana green (Jie Jiang's "A Prune Plum")

The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, until dawn (Jie Jiang's "Young Beauty")

I can't write a book, but only send a little bit of acacia (Zhang Yan's "Jie Lianhuan")

Sima Jiangzhou, the blue shirt is wet with tears. Poetic prosperity and autumn height. Romantic figures throughout the ages, how many heroes (Wan Yanshou's Chao Zhongcuo)

are far away from their intestines, and their makeup marks are shallow (Yuan Haowen's Qingpingle)

The sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and you hate not to bury the loess (Yuan Haowen's Maibeitang)

You hate the world's feelings, and you are committed to life and death (Yuan Haowen) It annoys people even more (Duan Keji's "Butterfly Lovers")

Never ask about the profits and losses through the ages (Wang Yisun's "Eyebrow Wu")

For the west wind, who and the evocation (Bai Pu's "Winning the Gold Medal")

It's always an accident in a hundred years, but it's not easy to make a decision (Wang Yun's "Partridge Sky" From now on, the soul will be broken for thousands of miles, and the Yueyang Tower (Xu Junbao's wife Man Ting Fang) will be empty every night.

The blue clouds and red rain will make the building empty, and the spring has reached the place where the soul has disappeared (Zhang Ke's Walking on the Sha).

The moon will be heartless, and the feelings will return to the dream, returning to the secluded boudoir (Liu Ji's Eyes Charming).

The flowers and the moon will be blurred and separated by curtains.