An ancient poem about being too kind to people and finally being disappointed.

1, Yu Meiren, there are traces of sadness everywhere.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Sorrow marks are everywhere, no one can save them, and dew is wet. The stroll is small and desolate. Xiaoxiang still has the old moonlight.

The fickle feeling turned into sadness and fatigue, and the music was heartbreaking. The red lettering on the wall is blurred, remembering that the hand in front of the lamp is an Iraqi book.

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Sadness is scattered like leaves, but no one can understand it. Dew wet the shadow of bamboo leaves, and I stood alone on the empty steps. Only the mottled bamboo moonlight that once shone on us can soothe my mood.

I would rather let myself be fickle and ungrateful, and I am not tired of being sentimental. The bursts of singing made me look at the stationery you posted on the wall, and I couldn't help but think of the time when I warmed my hands with hot air in front of the lamp and wrote your heart music.

2. The storm since beginning of spring.

Song Dynasty: Liu Yong

Now that spring has come, it is green and red, and the heart is like cocoa. In the morning, flowers are spent on the tip, and the warbler wears a willow belt, but she still lies on the musk. Warm and crisp, tired of clouds, tired of combing all day long It's nothing. When hatred and fickle feelings are gone, there is no audio book.

If I knew, I would regret not locking the carved saddle. To the phoenix window, only to control the beautiful sound, to teach music to be restrained. Town with, don't give up, needle and thread with Iraq. I, on the other hand, avoid being young, light and yin-deficient.

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Since beginning of spring, seeing the green leaves and safflower seems to bring sadness, and my heart is getting more and more annoyed. The sun has risen to the treetops, and the orioles have begun to fly through the wickers, and I am still holding the brocade quilt. The delicate skin is getting thinner, the hair is drooping and messy, and I am disheartened all day, and I am not in the mood to dress up in front of the mirror.

Really helpless. I hate that fickle lover. I didn't even reply to a letter after I went there. If I had known this, I wouldn't have locked his BMW. I should leave him at home, let him associate with pen and ink, let him write poems and lyrics, and never leave. I don't have to hide. I will stay with him all day, with a needle and thread in my hand. With him, I will not waste my youth, nor will I wait hard.

3, Nanxiangzi, tears but silence

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Tears are silent tears, but they just regret the past and don't cherish your affection. If you want to come back to your party with your photos, your tears won't break your heart. You can't draw your face.

The parting words are still clear in my ears, and fly with me's dream was awakened in the middle of the night for no reason. You woke up early, I was still dreaming, crying as deep as the wind, and the sound of the wind continued until dawn.

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Tears flowed twice, but I shed tears silently, only regretting that I didn't cherish your efforts before. I want to be with you again with Dan Qing. My eyes are blurred and my heart is broken, so I can't draw your face.

The parting words are still clear in my ears, and Qi Fei's good dream was awakened in the middle of the night for no reason. You have been awake for a long time, but I am still dreaming, crying deeply and painfully, and the wind chimes will be until dawn.

4. White-headed song

Han Dynasty: Zhuo Wenjun

When I decided to take the king away from home, I didn't cry like an ordinary girl.

I am full of thinking that if I marry a person with a heart, I can love each other and be happy forever.

The love of men and women is as light and soft as a fishing rod, and the fish is as lovely as a living wave.

Men should attach importance to friendship, and there is no money to compensate for the loss of sincere love.

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At the beginning, I resolutely left home and ran away with you, unlike ordinary girls who cry sadly. I thought that if I married a loyal man, I could fall in love and be happy forever. Love between men and women is like a fishing rod. The fish is so cute. Men should put affection first, and lose their sincere love, which money and wealth can't make up for.

5. Farewell letter

Han Dynasty: Zhuo Wenjun

Chun Fang, five colors, Qin is still in the imperial army, and the new sound replaces the old!

Jinshui has a honeymoon, and there are trees in the Han Palace. They are all new, and the embarrassing people in the world are ignorant!

Zhu's string is broken, the mirror is out of sight, and he looks at Lulu, smells fragrant, sings with white heads, and leaves sorrow. Try to eat as much as possible, don't miss my concubine and accompany you on a long trip!

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In spring, flowers are in full bloom, and the gorgeous colors cover the plain and pure colors. The piano is still playing, but it is not played by the original team. Jinjiang has Yuanyang to swim with it, and the Han Palace has branches. They have never abandoned their partners. I lament the people in the world, but I am confused by beauty, and I like the new and hate the old.

If the string is broken, the confidant will be lost. The mirror is missing, and the husband and wife are separated. Morning dew, the fate is over. Incense dies, and people are scattered. White-headed songs hurt parting. I hope you have a good meal and don't think about me. Swear to the mighty water and say goodbye to you forever.