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It's always infinitely sad,
But I don't know where to start,
This feeling,
Probably only people who have experienced it will understand it!
"JiangLou Feels Old"
[Tang] Zhao Gao
The thoughts of the river alone are vague, and the moonlight is like water and water like the sky.
Where are the people who come to look at the moon? The scenery is vaguely like last year.
The scenery is still the same, but the person who enjoyed the moon with me last year does not know where he is and how to make people not sad.
《Title Capital City Nanzhuang》
[Tang] Cui Hu
Last year, in this door, the faces of people were peachy and red.
The face of the people did not know where to go, and the peach blossoms were still smiling in the spring breeze.
The peach blossoms are still waving in the spring breeze, but the woman who met last year does not know where to go, and the glimpse of the surprise has already taken root in the heart.
"Sheng Cha Zi , New Year's Eve"
[Song] Ouyang Xiu
On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like day.
The moon is on the willow tip, and the person is about after dusk.
On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still there.
Not seeing last year's people, tears wet spring shirt sleeves.
How beautiful last year was, how desolate this year is, picking up the lights under the moon, and I can't find the people who are new.
"Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain"
[Song] Jiang Jie
The teenager listened to the rain song upstairs, and the red candles dimmed.
In the prime of life listening to the rain in the passenger boat,
The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
And now listening to the rain monks, the sideburns have been stars also.
Sorrow and joy are always merciless,
Before the first term, drip until dawn.
A person's things are human, and a person's sorrows and joys are clutched.
"Linjiang Xian Ye Deng Xiao Ge Reminisces About the Old Tour of Luo"
[Song] Chen and Yi
Reminiscing about the afternoon bridge to drink, sitting in the middle of mostly heroic.
The long ditch flows silently.
In the shadow of the apricot blossoms, the flute is played until dawn.
For more than twenty years, it was like a dream, although this body was shocking.
Idle in the small cabinet to see the new eye.
How many things in ancient and modern times, fishing sang three more.
Twenty years is like a dream, but the sideburns have turned white.
"Huan Xi Sha Who Reads the West Wind Alone Cool"
[Qing] Naran Sex de
Who reads the west wind alone cool, Xiao Xiao yellow leaves closed the window,
Contemplate the past and stand in the sun.
Drunk by the wine Mo spring sleep heavy, gambling books to consume the aroma of tea,
At that time, only the Tao was commonplace.
At that time, only the Tao was a sparse and ordinary thing, but now that I think about it, it is so precious, and the west wind has risen again, who will make tea and clothes for me?
"Butterfly Love Flower Reading the End of the World Parting Pain"
【Modern】Kingdom Dimension
Reading the end of the world parting pain,
If you don't come back, there will be no flowers.
The bottom of the flowers looked at each other without a word, and the green window was twilight in spring and the sky.
Wait to put the acacia lamp down to sue,
A wisp of new joy, a thousand strands of old hate.
The most is that the human world cannot be retained, and Zhu Yan ci mirrors the flower ci tree.
Travel all over the world, see all the human feelings, and return to the old place, the old man is like a flower floating zero. Remembering that at that time, the flowers were separated, relatively speechless, and now only the green windows and blue sky are as they were, but they are no longer the scenery at that time.
"Water Dragon Yin: Heavy Over The Old Cain"
[Song] Cai Shen
Painting bridge flowing water Peach Creek Road, don't be the best in the pot.
The south building is in the night moon, the east window is raining, and the golden lotus is drunk.
People quietly cloister, hand in hand, Yuzhi Xiangli.
The sound of the purple flute is broken, the dream of Wuyang is realized, where is the person, and the flower is empty.
Lonely fence touching. Wangxian Township, water and clouds are endless.
Yunfang flower yard, empty locks again, moss all over the ground.
Things are not human, small ponds are still the same, and colorful ducks are double plays.
Remembering the wind and moon at that time, now embracing, there are tears.
Things are not human, Xiaochi is still an old time scene, Mandarin ducks play in it, but you are no longer in my arms, thinking of this, tears will fall.
"Kinser"
[Tang] Li Shangyin
Jinser unprovoked fifty strings, one string and one pillar Sihua Nian.
Zhuang Sheng Xiao dreamed of butterflies, and wangdi chunxin trusted the cuckoo.
There are tears in the pearls of the sea and the moon, and the warm jade smoke of the blue field.
Can this be a memory? It was just that I was confused at the time.
"Can this be a memory? How much tenderness, how much warmth, has passed, has become a memory, in vain to increase sadness.
"Mountain House Spring Affair II"
[Tang] Cen Ginseng
The wind and the sun are warm and the spring light is warm, and the butterflies and bees are chaotically entering the room.
Several branches of willow low clothes truss, a piece of mountain flowers fell on the pen bed.
Liang Garden was a chaotic crow at dusk, and the extremely depressed three or two families.
The garden tree does not know that people are gone, and the old flowers are still in the spring.
Ting Shu did not know that everyone was gone, and spring was still developing. Trees are merciless, people are sentient.