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1, "Lou Yu Spring Hate" Song: Yan Shuqing

Yang Changting Road, it is easy to throw people away when you are young.

The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.

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.

On the verdant Changting Road, he seemed like a couple, leaving me easily. The bell on the roof awakened Wu Geng's dream, and his heart was sad like the spring rain in March at the bottom of the flower. Where can a heartless person know the distress of a sentient person? An inch of acacia is inextricably linked. No matter how far the horizon is, that day will have an end, but people's sorrow is infinite and endless.

2. Acacia Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.

People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

Red and round red beans grow in the sunny south, how many are born in the spring season? I hope that people who miss me will collect more, and small red beans will attract acacia.

3, "Jinse" Tang-Li Shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

There are twenty-five strings in Thuben, but this poem was written after Li Shangyin's wife died, so fifty strings have the meaning of broken strings, but even so, every string and syllable of it is enough to express the yearning for that wonderful time. Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom. Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu. The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls.

4. "Plum dried red lotus root fragrant autumn residual jade" Song: Li Qingzhao

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.

Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

The lotus flower has faded, the fragrance has faded, and the bamboo mat is as cold as jade, showing a strong autumn. Gently take off the silk skirt and lie on the bed alone. Looking up at the distant sky, where white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? It's time for the geese to line up and return to the south line by line. The moonlight is bright and soaking, and the lonely pavilion in the west is full.

Flowers, wandering by themselves, water, wandering by themselves, a kind of parting acacia, affecting two leisure worries. Ah, it can't be ruled out that this lovesickness, this sadness, has just disappeared from the frowning brow and is faintly entangled in my heart.

5. Untitled East tang style blows misty rain: Li Shangyin

The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.

There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.

Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.

Never-ending, even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? !

The east wind is rustling and the drizzle is flying with the wind. There is a light thunder outside the lotus pond. A golden toad incense burner with a lock button, a cigarette lingering and elegant, shaped like a jade tiger pulley, pulling a rope to draw well water. Jia's daughter peeked at Han Shou through the curtains because she loved his youth and beauty. Wang Wei dreamed that Zhen Shiyin had a pillow and compared her poems to Fu Fei. Oh, my heart is no longer sprouting, the flower of spring; So as not to make me miss you inch by inch, and Hua Song lost his ashes.