A poem describing the parting of life and death

Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth

Yan Shu

On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off. The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower. Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.

Lapierre de la Tente

Wang Jian

Wangfu, the river is long; A woman turned to stone and never looked back. After days of rain, pedestrians turn to stones.

Nine Unique Works for Yaqing

Hu Chu

Why don't you wear a red skirt in the back of the car when you go for a walk in Dongshan Cloud? Luo Yiquan was in tears, so he kept silent and gave it to the king. You live in a painted building by the river, and my concubine lives in a cape to send tide. There are my homesick tears in the tide, but they don't flow in front of the building. My concubine is willing to draw a picture for the cloud, and you promise to see her come home on the 10th. I'm afraid you'll look back at the high city and lean against the tower to watch the sunset.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Nalanxingde

Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. One night is like a ring, and the evening is a sigh. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice. Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.

Tallest building

Cheng Gai

Old worries, two eyebrows shy said. Remember for a long time, swim shoulder. The skirt covers the stockings and peach blossoms, and the thin shirt lightly fans the apricot blossom building. Travel several times, get drunk several times, stay several times. Unexpectedly, the spring breeze is broken. Unexpectedly, the clouds also dispersed. Old days are easy, but hate is hard to pay. Bees don't understand people's sufferings and swallows don't understand people's worries. When will the old love be over?

The grass is withering and the sun is setting.

With whom? The water in the West Lake is the tears of acacia.

Jiangchengzi

Qin Guan

Willow trees in the west city make spring soft. Stay away from troubles. Tears can't be collected. I still remember my feelings. I once went back to the boat for the department. In the days of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water flowed in vain. Youth is not for teenagers. Hate you. When do you rest? When the flying catkins fall, they climb the stairs. Being on the riverside, I shed tears and have a lot on my mind.

A clump of flowers

Zhang Xian

When was Gao Huaiyuan poor? There seems to be nothing more powerful than love in this world! The sadness of parting is implicated in countless wicker entanglements, not to mention the weeping willows in East Street. Ride away, the dust is constantly, where to recognize lang trace. Dissolution of binary pond liquid. Small radial communication between north and south. The ladder on the falcon pavilion has been removed, and after dusk, I still face the curtain alone and look at the oblique moon on it. It's better to hate your guts than to marry Dongfeng. Think about it carefully.

Red autumn ear

Zhang Xian

Count the thrushes. Also report to Fang Fei. Cherish the spring and break the red. The rain is small and the wind is fierce, and the plum blossoms are green. Yongfeng willow, no one flies all day. Don't fiddle with the strings. Bitter to say. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. The night has passed and the east window is not white.