Spring will return, and the lovesickness will not stop

Time is like flowing water, and unconsciously, it is time to say goodbye to spring again. The flowers have become more and more sparse, and the falling red of the pieces has aroused people's sorrow. The cuckoo chirped, and the voice said it was better to go home. Spring is the time to return, and after a whole season, the thoughts in my heart are getting stronger and stronger, and I have no intention of ending with the return of spring.

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

Spring silkworm to the end of the dead silk, the wax torch into gray tears began to dry.

Xiao Jing but sad clouds changed, night groan should feel the cold moonlight.

Pengshan has no more roads to go, and the blue bird is attentive to visit.

- Don Li Shangyin, "Untitled"

It is easy to meet each other, but it is difficult to separate, and the gathering and dispersion of life is difficult to say. The east wind is gentle and weak, and the flowers have withered. When the spring silkworm dies, the silk in the abdomen will be spit out, and the wax torch will burn into ashes to stop the tears. In the early morning, when I saw my own face in the mirror, I was always worried that the dark sideburns of the clouds were frosted, and when I chanted at night, I felt that the moonlight was cold and attacked. O man I miss, where are you? Could it be that the distant Pengshan Mountain? I don't know how to get there, I hope that the attentive blue bird can visit for you! There is lovesickness in the air, but there is no lovesickness!

Spring is too beautiful, but we can't stay together, and when you come back, maybe spring has passed.

The green grass is like silk, and the miscellaneous trees are red and hairy.

Whether the king returns or not, the king returns to fang.

——Southern and Northern Dynasties Xie Shuo, "Wang Sun You"

In spring, the turquoise herbs spread like silk, spreading to the earth, and the red flowers on the trees bloomed. Don't say that you didn't come back, even if you wait until you come back, spring has passed, Fang Fei has rested, and the good times have failed again. And when spring is over, will you be able to return? Not necessarily. In the end, spring goes back to spring, and the sky is different.

Time is long, spring cannot be retained, and the person who misses is only in memory.

The spring color will be out, the warblers will grow older, and the red ying will fall to the green plum.

The painting hall people are quiet and rainy, and Ping Shan is half hidden in the afterglow.

The secret is heavy, the affection is long, and the rhombus dust will be illuminated.

The leaning building is speechless and wants to destroy the soul, and the long sky is dim and even the grass.

--Song Kou Zhun, "Tasha Xing, Spring Twilight"

Spring colors will end, the warblers will gradually fade, the fall of countless red, green plums are rare. In the smoke and rain, she stood alone in the painting hall, quietly silent, the screen in front of her was half hidden in the hall, and the wisps of agarwood were scattered. When I think of the past, the affectionate agreement is intoxicating, and the sorrow is even more heartbreaking. Since he left, there was no longer any thought of dressing up, and the rhombus mirror was also full of dust, lazy and tasteless. Leaning on the pavilion, gloomy and sad, there was nothing to say, looking into the distance, only to see the sky was gloomy, connected to the boundless herbs. At the end of the world, is there a way back for him? She couldn't help but break her intestines!

A fanhua letter came, and went again, the spring light gradually grew old, the people who wanted to see, visible?

Willows are woven into sorrow, and jade hooks hang from the branches.

These times, the flower letter to the makeup building.

Do your best to walk tomorrow, have promised, and rest.

The bird outside the window is hooked, and the jade person should go to no.

Look at the east wind, do not understand the promotion of the horse.

Chishang Yang flowers flew all over also, spring went, Qian who stayed.

--Qing Liwen, "Tang Duoling Chunsi"

The willows are weaving, the sorrow is incomprehensible, and the jade hooks hang from the branches. Unconsciously, Hua Xin had arrived at the makeup building. They all said that tomorrow is a good time to step on the green, and they also felt good, but they hesitated, or don't go. The birds outside the window are chirping, but she has also gone? I want to see her, and I am afraid to see her, the east wind, but I don't understand the style, and I don't know how to urge the horse to run quickly to the sweetheart. The pool is full of poplar flowers, and in the blink of an eye, spring will return, who can keep it?

Spring will depart, this is not the person who has something to miss in his heart, the most concerned thing, to be able to stay with a lover, is the most nostalgic, even in the dream, can not forget.

It is the return of spring, and the thin willows are dark and yellow.

Twilight crows, dreaming of the golden saddle.

A little bit of fangxin, pipa explanation.

--Song Jiang Kui, "Drunken Bard Merchant Sketches"

It is the return of spring, and the thin willows hang in thousands of threads. In the evening, the crows cried incessantly, but in their dreams they chased the man who crossed the golden saddle. This lovesickness should not be said again, playing the pipa, it is inevitable that the sad emotions will be brought into the tune, making people feel more sad.

The spring of Zi Yanhong has also come to an end, are you not happy to return soon? The one who waits, alone, looks at the blossoms and flowers, and there are as many expectations as there are grievances.

The spring breeze is only on the west bank of the garden, and the cauliflower flowers are full of butterflies.

The ice pool is still empty, and the incense path has been broken.

Yi long turn hate gossamer short, full of acacia with slow.

Baoyi Mingyue does not deceive people, and tomorrow returns to the Jun to try it.

--Song Yanren, "Yulou Chun Chunsi"

The scenery of late spring is only in the west of the garden, the cauliflower is in full bloom, and the butterflies are flying around without being busy. The icy pond reflected the sun, a turquoise color, and the trail was red, and some of it was blown far by the wind. My acacia is too deep, but I resent that the gossamer is too short, and I am trapped in lovesickness all day, and people become haggard, and the belt is loose. Open the dressing mirror, the mirror like the bright moon will not deceive people, the person in the mirror is emaciated and haggard. If you don't believe it, come back tomorrow and check it out, acacia is really grinding!

Spring said to go away, and the most worrying thing is that the people who are thinking about it have not only not returned, but also have no news!

The bed of embroidery does not move, and the red ribbon is slow and green beard is low.

There was no news of Liaoyang spring, and the night flowers were the day before the west.

--Don Bai Juyi, "The Bridesmaid"

The bridesmaid leaned back on the embroidered bed, silently sad. The red ribbon was loose, and the green beard like a cloud was hanging low, but she didn't bother to dress up. The woman is pleasing to herself, and the husband joins the army, and once she goes to the army, the spring is over, but there is no news, the acacia flowers outside the window are blooming by themselves, and the sun is sinking in the west. People are not as good as flowers.

The flowers fall on the ground in the late spring, like endless sorrows and thoughts, light but heavy, making people unable to extricate themselves.

The sunset of the screen window is getting dusk, and no one in the golden house sees tear marks.

The lonely and empty garden is late in spring, and the pear blossoms are full of flowers and do not open the door.

--Tang Liu Fangping, "Spring Grudge"

Outside the screen window, the sun gradually set, and dusk came quietly. The gorgeous room was empty, and the lonely woman's face was full of tears. The empty court is lonely, and spring is about to disappear. Everywhere was snow-white pear blossom petals, but she was indifferent, just closing the door tightly. This twilight of spring seems to be about to devour her, and under the appearance of her cold and stubbornness, what kind of fiery and intense thoughts do you have? In the wind and rain, only she herself understood.

The sound of cuckoos, trying to call back spring, and the people who are caught in love just want to hear the news of the return.

The east wind swept away the Xin Yi snow, and the Qingming Festival was reversed.

At dusk, the smoke and rain lost the mountain, and the Zhulan was all over the place, and the wine could not help but be cold.

Whoever returned to the protective clothing bonfire, hugged the Wen Mandarin lying down.

But the night is a rule that calls for the return of spring, but the people have not returned.

--Song Zhao Changqing, "Yu Meiren Chunhan"

The east wind blows the Xinyi flowers like snow, and during the Qingming Festival, people are on the road. At dusk, the smoke and rain are misty, and the green mountains in front of you are hazy and difficult to distinguish. Walk around and look around, even if you drink wine, you are not cold-resistant. When I returned, no one booed and asked for warmth, made a fire for me to drive away the cold, and lay on my own bed, covering the quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks, which was even more worrying. In the night, the birds chirped incessantly, wanting to call back the spring, but the person in their hearts did not come back, how much helplessness there was in life.

When spring is coming to an end, there are countless flying flowers, which are even more heart-wrenching, helpless, but endless thoughts, and the future without a return date.

The courtyard is a little deeper, the willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are heavy.

Yule carved saddle you smelting place, the height of the building does not see Zhangtai Road.

Rain and winds frantically in the twilight of March, the door covers the dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.

Tearful eyes asked Hua Hua without saying a word, and the red flew over the swing.

——Song Ouyang Xiu, "Butterfly Love Flower, Courtyard Deep and Deep"

The courtyard is deep, I don't know how deep, the willows are piled up with smoke, and the layers of curtains are blocked, making people feel more depressed. The luxurious carriage and horse stayed in the place where the noble prince was looking for pleasure, and she climbed the tall building and looked out into the distance, but she could not see the avenue leading to Zhangtai. March is coming to an end, and the wind and rain are raging, looting the human world. Even if it is blocked by heavy doors, it cannot retain spring. With tears in his eyes, he asked for the falling flowers, but the falling flowers flew over the swing. Who can give her the answer she wants?

Spring has returned, but the sorrow generated by acacia has become more and more intense! The spring light will fade, but the acacia will be more intense!

Ling Bo is not hengtang road, but see, fang dust go.

Who is the degree of Kinsehua Nian?

Moon Bridge Flower Courtyard, Trivial Window Zhuhu, only Spring Knowledge.

FeiYun Ran Ran Gao Twilight, color pen new title broken intestine sentence.

How much idleness do you have?

A river of tobacco, full of wind in the city, plums yellow when the rain.

——Song He Zhu, "The Qingyu Case"

Her light footsteps did not cross the Hengtang Road, silently watching her departing back, infinite sentimentality. Who did you spend this wonderful year with? Is it in the flower courtyard by the bridge under the moon, or in the big household with carved windows and Zhumen? Only Spring knows her news! The clouds in the sky are flying freely, the sun on the outskirts of the city will be twilight, lift the pen, and write all the poems of broken intestines. If you ask me how much idleness I have, it is like the endless tobacco, the willows flying all over the city, and the gentle drizzle when the plums are yellow!

Spring is really a walk away, but missing, never says that stopping can stop. It blooms like a spring flower, but never withers, it makes people miserable, and in this pain, there is a hint of sweetness. Acacia, treasured in the deepest part of the heart, flowing in every inch of blood, when there is no end, even if it is painful, it cannot forget you, nor can it give up, the truest emotion in the heart. The wind and rain send spring home, summer arrives as promised, and I still think deeply of you...

-Author-

Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.