The tower is lost in the fog, and the river is lost in the moon.

——Qin Guan

The sky is like ink and also like fireworks.

When the clouds and mist stop, the flat land becomes a river.

Life is like a journey against the odds, sailing with a reed.

The stars flow across the sea, and the years become monuments.

The winter is gone and the stars are bright.

Tangli frying in the snow, boating in the misty rain.

The sparse shadows are slanting horizontally, and the faint fragrance floats.

The angry horse in bright clothes, the sword in the end of the world.

Meeting you again is like bathing in the warm sunshine.

Today or later, I will meet this beloved man.

Walking in plain clothes, singing and walking.

The mountains and rivers are far and wide, and the world is full of fireworks.

Two trees are not a forest, there is a heart in the field.

There are willows on the mountains and rivers, and there are soldiers and horses in the rivers and lakes.

Bright clothes, angry horses, blazing flames and flowers.

The mountains and rivers are in different places, but the wind and moon are in the same sky.

The spring road beside the pond and the east fence beside the lake.

The wall is cold under the green lamp, and the window is cold under the drizzle.

Light up the firefly and illuminate the loneliness.

Chanting flowers into wine, breaking bones into poems.

I have looked at you for the rest of my life.

Pluck the snow to find spring, and burn lanterns to continue the day.

Forest springs cross the water, and white clouds carry wine.

The plum blossoms are sent by mail, and the ruler is passed down by fish.

The Forgotten River is clear and bright, and Chang'an is in its prime.

Life is full of seas and mountains and rivers.

The moon reflects on the cold river, and its shadow moves the firewood leaf.

The green hills are as old as the snow.

The years pass by and the seasons flow by.

The rotten grass turns into fireflies, shining brightly in the summer moon.

The stars are flowing westward, and August is not yet young.

It is suddenly late in the world, and the mountains and rivers are already autumn.

The flowers bloom on the road and slowly return.

The moon and stars are sparse, and the black magpie flies south.

——Cao Cao's "Dan Ge Xing"

Three autumns of osmanthus, ten miles of lotus flowers.

——Liu Yong's "Looking at the Tide"

The long smoke is gone, and the bright moon is thousands of miles away.

——Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower"

The dew falls among the tung trees, and the wind blows below the willows.

——Yu Xin's "Ode to a Small Garden"

The floating light leaps into the gold, while the still shadow sinks into the jade.

——Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower"

With the harp and harp at your fingertips, everything is quiet.

——"The Book of Songs"

The sword is like water, Wu Yan is better than snow.

——Zhou Bangyan's "Youth Travel"

Under the pear tree, the sunset is always there.

—— Haizi's "Han Pai"

The shadows of peach blossoms fall, and the blue sea rises.

——Jin Yong

Songhua makes wine and spring water makes tea.

——Zhang Kejiu

The peach blossoms shine brightly.

——"The Book of Songs"

The setting sun melts gold, and the dusk clouds merge together.

——Li Qingzhao

The glass is clear and the oranges are brilliant.

——Beidao

Flowers bloom like fire, but also like loneliness.

——Gu Cheng

The setting sun has gone and the bright moon is coming.

——Zhu Ziqing

Don’t pick up the lost joy, as the traces of wine are on your clothes.

——Master Hongyi

The family is sitting around and the lights are on.

——Wang Zengqi

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