Ancient women's lovelorn poems

The ancient poem about lovelorn is 1. What are the ancient poems about lovelorn?

"Operator dislikes sex"-Yan Rui dislikes sex, which seems to be mistaken by the frontier.

When flowers bloom, you always have to look at the oriental monarch. If you go, you have to go and live! If you get a mountain flower, Mo Wen will be a slave.

Let's listen to another Zhou Zizhi song. Good, too. Like a hairspring, people are flying. Tears are assessed as empty.

A wisp of smoke hangs like a willow, so there is no reason to live in Lanzhou. Wild geese cross the setting sun, and the grass is misty.

There are countless worries now. In the Ming dynasty, don't think about how to spend tonight.

I am a lotus girl, and my heart is full of tears. If you see lotus tears, do you know how bitter lotus is? I am a lotus girl, but I am committed to your heart.

Tonight in song for you, every word is sad. I am a lotus girl, dancing for you day and night.

See how many things there are in the world? My only friends are me and you. I am a lotus girl, and I dream of being a poet with you.

I hope there are lovers in the world, and one day they will get married. I am a lotus girl, please remember my heart.

On the day when the lotus blooms next year, one flower after another brings my blessing. Beautiful women are always stupid, worthy of sympathy and not cheap.

Just because I can do everything in the world, I am full of leisure troubles. Flowers are fading, grass is resting, the scenery in the hotel is beautiful, and some seasons have passed.

At dusk in the yard, people remember to say goodbye and tears turn into red blood. Looking from a distance, the mountains and rivers are divided into Chu and Yue, and the eyes are broken.

The dream is broken and the heart is broken, and the horn blows the plum blossom month. "Sijun makes people old, and time and tide wait for no man. Try to add meals without abandoning silk. " Like a dream, it rained heavily last night, and a deep sleep did not consume wine.

Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

A touch of crimson lips is a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the heart. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken. Click on crimson lips, swing, get up and adjust slender hands.

Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame.

Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei. Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come.

The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight. The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the leaning against the building can't match the lyre.

In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank. Huanxisha is cold in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.

Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing. Shaji in Huanxi hurts spring, and the wind falls on the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are thin under the moon. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold.

Complaining that it was too late to remove makeup, plum calyx got stuck in the branch. When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in spring and your dreams will never return.

People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging. It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time.

Bodhisattva's voice is broken, and the snow is behind and the smoke is straight. The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp.

The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow. Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold.

Bodhisattva's wind is very soft, but it's still early spring, and at first glance it's a good mood. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples.

Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear.

Good things are close to the wind, flowers fall deep, and there is red snow outside the curtain. I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring.

The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.

In the snow of Qingpingle every year, plum blossoms are often drunk, so they are all removed, and it is impossible to win tears all over the clothes! I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.

Recalling Qin E's lofty position, the chaotic mountains and Ye Ping are thin and smoky. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.

The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.

Who planted banana trees in front of the window where mulberry seeds were picked? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the heart and leaves warm the heart. Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening! Spread the happy sand, rub the gold and cut into layers of jasper leaves.

The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright. Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough.

Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless. Spread out the Huanxi sand, get sick, have a noise in the sideburns, and lie down and watch the window screen break the moon.

Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea. Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day and spend more time with osmanthus.

Wuling spring breeze has exhausted the fragrance of dust, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.

Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.

In the southern song, the stars turn and the curtain on earth hangs. Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night? The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin.

Old weather and old clothes, only feel different, hometown! Complain about the boundless wind on the Sun Lake, the autumn dusk, and the red fragrance. Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite.

Lotus seeds become old lotus leaves, green dew washing, apple flowers and plants. The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early.

Partridges rustling and locking windows are cold, and phoenix trees must hate frost at night. The wine column prefers bitter tea, and the dream is broken.

Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.

The partridge is dark, the corpus luteum is soft, the affection is far away, and only the fragrance is left. Why light dark red? It's a first-class flower Plum envy, chrysanthemum should be ashamed, draw a column mid-autumn festival crown. Poets can be ruthless, but why didn't they receive it in those years? Jade Pagoda Red Plum Crisp Would You Like to Break Qiongya and Explore the South Branch? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite. The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window.

If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty. When Xiaoshan Spring arrived in Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they were not blooming evenly.

Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring. Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains reveal faint shadows. What a beautiful night.

For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring. Linjiang Fairy Garden is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually bright, and the spring returns to Liling Tree, making people old and healthy.

I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow. Linjiang Xianmeiyuan is a little deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion in the Spring Festival Evening are gaunt and damaging to everyone.

Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi. Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing.

Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat. Butterfly love.

2. Ancient lovelorn poems

There are five poems of Yuan Zhen's thought, and the fourth one was once a water disaster and an eternal amber.

The same should be true of Nalan Xingde's "The Mermaid" after the bleak farewell. The most difficult thing is to sort out the grievances of the Moon and the Ming Dynasty.

Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" was born and died for ten years. If you don't remember it, it will be unforgettable, and there is nowhere to say.

Li Guan's Dead Hua Lian is full of lovesickness, and there is no arrangement in the world.

Wen's "Death" is full of tears and words, and life is only difficult to die.

Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House" is naturally infatuated with life, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance.

It has been many years since Liu Yong wrote Yulin Order, which should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

Wen's "the third song of more leakage" is a plane tree, which is raining in the middle of the night. It is bitter to leave feelings. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. Nie Shengqiong partridge day looking for a good dream, this dream is difficult to achieve. Who knows my mood at this time? Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain drop through a window.

3. Ancient lovelorn poems

Who knows that at this time I am in love, my dream is difficult to realize, and there is no arrangement in the world.

Wen's "Death" is full of tears and words, and life is only difficult to die. Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House" is naturally a fascination with life.

Tears in front of the pillow, rain in front of the curtain, rain for three nights in front of the curtain. Yuan Zhen thought five, the fourth, once the sea was difficult for water, forever amber. The same should be true of Nalan Xingde's "The Mermaid" after the bleak farewell. The most difficult thing is to sort out the grievances of the Moon and the Ming Dynasty.

Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" was born and died for ten years. Without thinking, it is unforgettable. Li Guan's "recent love" is full of thoughts, and it is bitter to leave love.

A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. Nie Shengqiong is searching for a good dream every day.

Customs are strange, who to talk to. Wen's "The Third Song of Missing Three" is a buttonwood tree. This hatred has nothing to do with romance, and there is nowhere to be sad.

Liu Yong's "Yulinling" has gone through years, and it should be a good time and a good scene, dripping through a window.

4. Ask the ancients to describe the poem of lovelorn.

It was clearly written by Liu Yong when he broke up with his lover. How can you be lovelorn? Dizzy ~ ~ ~

Zhang Xian, a famous poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote "Thousand Years"

"A few pelicans, report wheatgrass to rest. Cherish the spring to break the residual red, the rain is light and the wind is strong, and the plum blossoms are green. Yongfeng willow, no one is full of snow.

Don't pull strings, you can talk about it. 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. After dark, the east window is not white and lonely. "

And Su Shi's "The Recent Flowers":

Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea. Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.

Operator, don't love sex.

-Yan Rui

I don't like dust, but I seem to be mistaken by the frontier.

When flowers bloom and fall,

Always depends on the eastern monarch.

If you go, you have to go and live!

If you have a mountain flower in your head,

Mo Wen's slave house.

In fact, people in ancient times were very conservative, and they were all arranged by their parents. When they got married, there was no such thing as lovelorn!

The ancients wrote those poems to be lovelorn.

1, "Yin Jiefu sends Dongping Li Sikong Stone Island" Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji Original: You know I have a husband, give me a pair of pearls.

I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt. My home is connected with the imperial garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd.

Although I know you are sincere to Lang Lang, I have vowed to share my life and death with my husband. Tears are almost in my eyes, so why not meet each other when I am unmarried?

You insisted on giving me a pair of pearls when you knew I had a husband. I thank you for your affection for me and for tying pearls on my red shirt.

My tall building is connected to the Royal Garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd. Although I know you are sincere and open-minded, I have vowed to live and die with my husband.

I cried when I returned your double beads. I regret not meeting you before I got married. 2, "Gift to the Maid" Tang Dynasty: Cui Jiao's original work: the son Wang Sun followed in his footsteps, and the green beads shed tears and dripped towels.

Once in the depths of Hou's ocean, he became a stranger from then on. The son, the monarch and the sun are fighting back, and the beauty is wet with tears.

Once you enter the secluded gate, the person you love becomes a stranger. 3, "Writing Love" Tang Dynasty: Li Yi's original work: Water patterns are precious and thoughtful, and a thousand miles of rituals take a night off.

From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon. Lying on a beautiful bamboo mat, I was restless and full of thoughts.

The wind and cloud suddenly changed, and the ceremony of a thousand miles suddenly burst. Since then, I have no interest in enjoying the beautiful scenery, no matter whether he went to the East Building or the West Building in the month.

4, "White-headed Song" Han Dynasty: Zhuo Wenjun's original: like snow on the mountain, like the moon between clouds. I heard that you have two hearts, so I came to break up with you.

Today is like the last party, and tomorrow we will break up. I moved my feet slowly along the edge of the road, and my past life flowed like water in a ditch, never returning.

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. Love should be as pure as snow on the mountain and as bright as the moon in the clouds. I heard that you have second thoughts, so I came to break up with you.

Buy wine at the last party today, and break up in the ditch early tomorrow morning. I walked slowly along the ditch, and my past life flowed eastward like ditch water.

At the beginning, I resolutely left home and ran away with you, unlike ordinary girls who cry sadly. I hope to find a soul mate who can accompany me to my old age.

Love between men and women is like a fishing rod. The fish is so cute. A man should attach importance to affection and righteousness, and lose sincere love, which money and wealth can't make up for.

5, "Qingpingle" Song Dynasty: Yan Original: If you can't stay, you will get drunk and go to Lanzhou. Go to Bitaochun Waterway and pass by Xiaoying's crying place.

The ferry is green with branches and leaves. Since then, the brocade book has not been sent, and the painting building is unfounded.

Struggling to keep people alive, he got drunk, boarded the original boat and set sail. The boat brushed the pale blue waves and sailed on the long road of spring water, and Oriole's chirping was everywhere.

The willows at the ferry are lush, and the branches and leaves are full of feelings of parting. From now on, don't send out brocade books to complain about your feelings. The joy in the painting building is just a spring dream, and the vows of eternal love are empty talk after all.

6. Are there any classical poems describing lovelorn?

Jiangchengzi Mao Yi dreamed of Su Dongpo on the twentieth day of the first month.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

Raw search sub-element Xi "

—— Ouyang Xiu

Last year's Lantern Festival, the flower market was full of lights, with willow tips on the moon and people around dusk.

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.

Partridges and love.

-Nie Shengqiong.

Jade flowers are sad out of Fengcheng, and lotus flowers are green downstairs. Sing the Yangguan song first, instead of riding five times.

If you seek a beautiful dream, it is hard to come true. Who knows my mood at this time? Tears poured down before the pillow, and the light dripped through the window.

7. Seeking ancient lovelorn poems

Li Yi's water patterns are precious, his mind is delicate, and he has a long-distance courtesy and a romantic night.

From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon. This four-line poem, entitled "Writing Love", plays the whole poem very carefully, much like writing about a lover's painful mood after he stood me up.

This poem was written on the night my girlfriend stood me up. The poet lay on a delicate and precious bamboo mat, sleepless and full of thoughts.

The long-awaited wedding date fell through. The other party changed its mind, and it became so fast and suddenly that people were not even mentally prepared.

As far as "ceremony" is concerned, "a thousand miles" shows that it is a long-awaited and rare opportunity. As far as "Hugh" is concerned, "overnight" can be regarded as blowing fast, blowing thoroughly and blowing unexpectedly.

All this has just happened, which is the most painful moment for the poet and the "most difficult death". In the dead of night, how can I remember not to lose sleep? One or two sentences are inverted in causality, the first sentence is the result, and the second sentence is the reason.

This painful night, it happened, is a beautiful night with clear wind and bright moon. For a disheartened poet, the beauty of the night is only in name only, so what else is there to see? Not only tonight, but from now on, he will not be interested in a beautiful night, whether he goes to the East Building or the West Building of the Moon. The moon is the moon, and I am me. Since then, the two have nothing to do. For the lovelorn, Leng Yue's clear light only adds a long sadness and evokes painful memories.

The artistic feature of this poem is to set off sadness with beautiful scenery. In general, dissolved moonlight and bright starlight can arouse people's aesthetic feeling more.

But a soul immersed in pain, beauty has no effect on him, and sometimes it is more sad and uneasy. This poem writes sorrow with joy, and multiplies it with sorrow.

Using Good Night and Bright Moon to contrast and render melancholy, loneliness and disappointment are more prominent, more subtle and more profound.

8. Ancient poems about lovelorn.

The stars sink and the moon sets, and the clothes are fragrant and the shadows are on your temples. Find it yourself. Classic elements out of the edge, continue to new songs. Intentional love is harmless. The rivers and lakes are far away, the sky is blue, the road is boundless, and there are many feelings and worries. The taste is infinite. I'll think about it. I cut plum blossoms and let the wind fall, and I woke up. My shirt has been dirty for thousands of years. It's freezing, old clothes are hard to find. I doubt it. It's like a dream. Seeing Zhu, my heart is even more confused. Mo Wen is still alive, but he cherishes the fate of his soul. He loves the world, and leaving hand in hand is more like the beginning. Ships don't love Jianghu. Mulberry is desolate and snowy. The ship sailed far away. People go home and smile. Without whispering, there is no soul, no fragrance, and old feelings are abandoned. Xuan Bing regretted singing in the wind, hated dreams, and burst into tears. Spring flowers in the snow, bleak frost in the golden gate. Looking back, people are in the distance, and the pain starts from the heart, dreams back, and bitterness spreads. Looking for all the troubles, whether it's Yujie Line, after all, Mo Wen's heart is broken and his love is not broken. It is difficult to wander around Qian Qian's old house, but he still has no regrets. His body is empty, his tears are long, his dreams are short, and he is nowhere to be found. He always feels sad. My brow is full of excitement and my heart is broken. He has paid the price for ten years of water and sword. (1) How many times do couples glow and have a good time and a good life? In this life, the alliance has reversed the six realms and gathered in five spiritual houses. However, after three generations, the stone has been carved, and the love affair has not ended for thousands of years. The same dream will never end. I will never give up my vows to make up for the love affair. Ghosts and gods will be surprised and grass will be refined. The clear water in Zi Xuan turned to the east wind without waves, and the pattern rose slightly. No one knows that the bookworms in the last life of the Blue Boat Club have been terminally ill and escaped from the shackles every day. Spring is near, and Mei is enjoying flowers. This is the rain in Mao Mao. Note: According to Chen San's "Recruit Suitable Male Grass", Ruan Langgui's "Nightshade" stops in the stream, dragging the mirror, dragging two souls, falling red and chasing the green skirt, vaguely like a dream and tears. Feng Yun is warm and cold, and the new year is autumn and spring, and nephrite is fragrant. The people of Yi Yan will once again open the door to life and death. Sauvignon Blanc looks like longing for love. Zi Xuan is crying, the spirit beads are wandering for thousands of miles, the grass is setting in the sun to keep people, the guests are dark and desolate, and it is hard to envy the sadness of Yuanyang. I can't tell you the wind that cuts an inch of tender heart. Fairy, human and ghost are all short-lived love, and they are all drunk when they hate long, and their years are spent in brocade. Who asks for love, only the shadow growls at the setting sun sword, the west wind wants to stay in the spring, and the grass has gone and never returned. The dilemma of bird love is a trace of worry. Suddenly looking back on the celestial world, the husband and wife made a group film, abandoned the sword and sealed the knife, and returned to the downtown area. Consciously free and easy, break the old dream of Jianghu. Embroidery households look at enchanting love, and their worries are beyond words. They are afraid that the years will fade, and the young spring makes it difficult to look back at Xianjia. It is only natural that the world should change its nest. Husband and wife teach the old man to admire the mandarin duck and cherish his daughter, but it is difficult to buy a smile, and wine will haunt him and it is difficult to send dust. The old friend is still affectionate and untitled, and the mountains of Shu are boundless, and the sword is hard to break. Love for thousands of years, the same dream never dies. * * * First encounter in Jianghu, always remember. * * * The shadows are dry and the rocks are rotten, and the ghosts and gods are surprised and untitled. Two flying immortals will fall into a corner of the chaotic sky in the ancient peach garden, and three thousand ghosts will not dream of refining magic.

9. Write lovelorn poems

There are many ancient poems describing lovelorn, and only some of them can be selected for readers to enjoy. Examples are as follows: 1, flat waves with two paddles and a castle peak lock on the shore.

How do you live when you go home and I go home? I will never think about it, so don't think about me either. Give your past and my heart to others! -Song Xie Ximeng's "Bu Operator" 2. I remember you, but I don't want to leave.

Hurt me now, I can't keep you. -Song Xuzuo's Misplaced Name, Remembering Your Initial Time. If we don't see each other, how can we be ruthless?

-Song Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon" 4. After that, Jin Shu stopped sending, and there was no evidence of painting the building. -Song Yan Dao Ji's "Qing Ping Le Can't Keep People" 5. This is the heart of my life, and I shed a thousand tears for you.

-Song Liu Yong's "Remembering the Imperial Capital with Thin Pillows and Cool Days" 6. I have devoted my life to piano poetry, and now I have two threads on my head. The fisherman also knows that the valley is dark, and the wife of the mountain doesn't believe that she was born late.

Chai Jing drew a new temple at will, and Spigel drew another eyebrow from him. Today, I will walk with passers-by and meet you. I will go down the mountain.

-Don Yang Zhijian's "Wife" 7. A moment that should last forever was in vain at that time. -Tang Li Shangyin "Jinse" 8. From then on, there will be no more good nights. Let him go to Mingyue West Building.

-Don "Writing Love" 9. Return your tears, I hate not meeting each other before I get married. -Tang Zhangji's Female Fu 10. Xiao Lang is a passer-by.

-Tang Cui Jiao's Poems for Maids 1 1, there are two opinions, so he refused. -Han Zhuo Wenjun's Ballad of the White Head 12. If life is just like the first sight, what is the sadness of the autumn wind?

It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. -Qing Nalan Xingde's "Yulanling Antique Words" 13, I turned my heart to the bright moon, and the bright moon shone on the ditch.

-Yuan Gaoming's "Pipa Story" 14, the falling flowers intentionally follow the flowing water, and the flowing water has no love. -Feng Ming magnum "Yu Shi Ming Yan" 15, the heart word has become gray at dusk, and all crows belong to the forest.

Silent and independent, a piece of acacia is sent far away. -Qing Nalanxingde's "Jiangnan Dream".