Describe people's hypocrisy and talk about poetry

1, if life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?

In Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde's "Magnolia, Antique Words and Cambodian Friends"

If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.

It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

Lishan language stops midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain.

More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.

Getting along with the right person should always be as sweet, warm, affectionate and happy as when we first met. But you and I should love each other, but why should we leave each other today? It's easy to change your heart now, but you say it's easy to change your heart in this world. Just like Tang He, you and I swore a life-and-death oath in the Palace of Eternal Life, but we finally said goodbye. Even so, we don't have any resentment. But how can Tang compare with that year? He has always made a vow to be a pair of birds and connect the branches with Yang Yuhuan.

Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir.

Chang 'e described by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty

The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.

Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

Through the screen decorated with mica, the shadow of the candle gradually faded. The Milky Way is also quietly disappearing, and the morning star sinks into the dawn. Chang 'e in the Moon Palace may regret stealing Houyi's elixir of life. Now only the blue sky and blue sea accompany her with a lonely heart every night.

3. If you remove the dust from the road, if you make the cement muddy.

Cao Zhi's Seven Wounded Poems in Wei and Jin Dynasties

The moon shines on the tall buildings, and the lights upstairs are swaying.

There is a sad woman sighing upstairs.

Who is the sigh upstairs? The answer is a wife in another place.

My husband has been away for more than ten years, and he is often timid alone.

My husband is like dust on the road, like mud in dirty water.

Floating dust and mud are different, when can we meet harmoniously?

Yes, I want to turn into a southwest wind and disappear into my husband's arms!

My husband's heart is no longer open to me. What can I rely on?

The bright moon shines on tall buildings, and the light shed swings upstairs. There is a sad woman upstairs, sighing sadly. Who is sighing upstairs? Answered that it was the wife of a foreign tourist. My husband has been gone for more than ten years, and my body is often alone. My husband is like dust on the road, and my body is like mud in dirty water. Floating dust and settling mud are different. When will they meet and live in harmony? If I can, I would like to turn into a southwest wind and disappear into my husband's arms! My husband's mind is no longer open to me, so what can I rely on?

I regret being a businessman's wife. I am destined to be a lucky man.

Yuan Song Xu Zaisi's Yang Chunqu in My Heart.

I regret marrying a businessman, and my fate is not good, and he left for Soochow before.

When I said goodbye, I only talked about Wu Dong. After more than three years, I got the book from Guangzhou.

I really regret marrying a businessman, but my fate is terrible. I met an ungrateful lang and said I was going when I left. Three years later, a letter came from Guangzhou.

5, it can't be opened, it depends.

Cao Zhi's Seven Wounded Poems in Wei and Jin Dynasties

The moon shines on the tall buildings, and the lights upstairs are swaying.

There is a sad woman sighing upstairs.

Who is the sigh upstairs? The answer is a wife in another place.

My husband has been away for more than ten years, and he is often timid alone.

My husband is like dust on the road, like mud in dirty water.

Floating dust and mud are different, when can we meet harmoniously?

Yes, I want to turn into a southwest wind and disappear into my husband's arms!

My husband's heart is no longer open to me. What can I rely on?

The bright moon shines on tall buildings, and the light shed swings upstairs. There is a sad woman upstairs, sighing sadly. Who is sighing upstairs? Answered that it was the wife of a foreign tourist. My husband has been gone for more than ten years, and my body is often alone. My husband is like dust on the road, and my body is like mud in dirty water. Floating dust and settling mud are different. When will they meet and live in harmony? If I can, I would like to turn into a southwest wind and disappear into my husband's arms! My husband's mind is no longer open to me, so what can I rely on?