Poetry expressing weak feelings

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Zhi

Boiled beans are used as soup and fermented into juice.

Honey burns under the pot, and beans cry in the pot.

We are born from the same root, so why rush to speculate with each other?

Cook beans to make bean soup. I want to filter out the residue of beans and leave the bean juice for soup. The beanstalk burns under the pot, and the beans cry in the pot. Beans and beanstalks originally grew on the same root. How can beanstalk torture beans in such a hurry?

2. "Eight Essentials"

Tang Dynasty: Li Zhi

From near to far, Qingxi from deep to shallow.

As high as tomorrow, the closest relatives are husband and wife.

The farthest thing is the nearest thing, and the deepest and shallowest thing is Qingxi. The highest and brightest are the sun and the moon, and the rarest recently are the husband and wife.

3. "Love Letter from Chai Feng in the World"

Song Dynasty: Tang Wan

The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry and the tears are residual. If you have to worry, just say it alone. Difficult, difficult, difficult!

People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy. Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!

The world is cold, it rains at dusk, and the peach blossoms are brilliant. In this bleak scene, people's hearts can't help but be sad. The morning breeze dried the tears last night. When I want to write down my thoughts, I can't. I can only lean on the diagonal and call you away from my heart. Talking to yourself in a low voice, I hope you can hear me. Difficult, difficult, difficult.

This time is different from the past, so far away, I am also seriously ill, just like Qiu Qiansuo. The night wind is biting and the whole body is cold. Listening to the horn in the distance, I felt a chill in my heart. When the night is over, I will be like this night soon, right? Afraid of being asked, I held back my tears and forced a smile in front of others. Hide, hide, hide.

4. "Chai Feng Red Crisp Hands"

Song dynasty: Lu you

Red crisp hands. Huangteng wine willow on the palace wall of Spring City. Dongfeng evil. Love is thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.

Spring is as old as ever. People are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face. Peach blossoms fall. Leisure swimming pool hall. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Momomo.

Red and crisp hands, holding a cup full of yellow rice wine. Spring is rippling all over the city, but you are as far away as a palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is and how thin the joy is blown. A full glass of wine is like a sad mood, and life after leaving for a few years is very bleak. No, no, no.

The spring is still bright, but people have lost weight in vain. Wash away the carmine on your face and soak all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms in Man Chun fall on silent and empty ponds and castles. The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Momomo.

You said you would come, but you didn't. You didn't leave me any trace.

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.

The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.

The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.

In those days, Liu Lang had long complained that the mountain was far away; You go to more places than the mountains in Shashaling!

You say meeting is empty talk, and then you disappear; When I woke up, I heard the bright moonlight upstairs and the bell rang in the morning. Don't cry for the injury in your dream, both are hard to say; After waking up, the ink was not strong and I wrote a letter.

The candle half shines on the bedding of Jinyu, hazy; Musk smoked through the hibiscus-like gauze curtain, soft and gentle. At that time, Liu Lang had long held a grudge against the distant Pengshan. Where you go, it's thousands of miles away than Pengshan!