The sun and the moon are in the past, can not be traced, the past time can no longer be had, only memories can confirm the traces of life, it is these beautiful memories that enrich everyone's dreams, everyone's life.
"Raw Chazi · Yuan Xi"
[Song] Ouyang Xiu
On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like day.
The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.
On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still the same.
I didn't see last year's people, and my tears wet the sleeves of my spring shirt.
I remember all the things when we met last year, the old joy still resides in my heart, although the mountain league is there, the beauty is silent, what kind of heartache this is! There is always too much sadness and regret in the world. The world is changing, and the vicissitudes of life. Looking back, the people of the past are gone, and there are no heartbroken people here, so even if there are thousands of tenderness, who can I talk to?
"Ugly Slave · Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall"
[Song] Xin abandoned the disease
The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor.
Fall in love with the floor. Worried about the new words.
Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk about it.
I want to talk about it. But the weather is cool and autumn.
How innocent and naïve I was at that time, climbing a tall building, enjoying the scenery, there was no sorrow at all, but "for the new words", I had to pretend to be a Sven, and barely wrote some "sorrowful" words to meet the situation, now, I have experienced the vicissitudes of the world, a thousand words are like a fish in the throat, but I can't say anything.
"Occasional"
[Song] Li Qingzhao
Fifteen years ago at the end of the flower,
Xiang Cong has been endowed with flower poems.
Looking at the similarity of the flowers and the moon today,
Ande's feelings are like the past!
Li Qingzhao had a very happy time in his life, but this joy did not last long, after the death of her husband, she was wandering around, life was bumpy, and it was even more painful to think of that time, the moon was still the month at that time, and people were no longer the people of that time.
"The Title Capital City Nanzhuang"
【Tang】Cui Hu
Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red.
The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
I met a beautiful woman like peach blossoms here last year, how gorgeous the peach blossoms in the spring breeze are, what kind of demeanor should be a woman who can reflect the red with the peach blossoms, but now the peach blossoms are still there, people go to the empty building, and the memories have intensified the melancholy and loneliness in front of melancholy.
"Huanxi Sand · Who Reads the West Wind and Cool Alone"
[Qing] Nalan sexuality
Who reads that the west wind is cold alone, Xiao Xiao yellow leaves close the window,
Contemplating the past and setting up the remnant sun.
was shocked by the wine, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea.
At that time, it was just ordinary.
The autumn breeze is bleak, the yellow leaves are bleak, the poet stands under the sunset and looks back on the past, when the spring is long, drinking and taking a nap, gambling with tea, and filling the room with the fragrance of tea, these things that were thought to be ordinary at the time can no longer be realized.
"Bodhisattva Man"
【Tang】Wei Zhuang
Now I remember Jiang Nanle, when I was young and thin.
Riding a horse leaning on the bridge, full of red sleeves.
Cuiping gold bends, drunk into the flowers.
This time I saw the flower branches, and I swore that I would not return.
At that time, Wei Zhuang, who was in Jiangnan, only missed the Central Plains of "Farewell Night in Red Mansions" and the beauty who "persuaded me to return home early", and now he has left Jiangnan to Shuzhong farther away, and I can't help but sigh that I had such a year, encounters, and love, but I didn't value these, and all this is now over.
"Jiangchengzi · Yiyu First Month 20th Night Dream
[Song] Su Shi
Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.
Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.
Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window.
There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.
It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.
You have been gone for ten years, you are picturesque, gentle and virtuous in your memory, but I am old, you must not recognize me with wrinkles, that day I suddenly dreamed of you, modal appearance, vaguely back then, was dressing up in front of the window, I looked at you, tears. Words write you, words are gentle, words are painful.
"Appeal"
【Song】Lu You
当年万里觅封侯,匹马戍梁州。
Where is Guan He's dream, the dust is dark and the old mink Qiu.
Hu is not extinguished, the temples are autumn, and tears are empty.
In this life, who expected, the heart is in the Tianshan Mountains, and the body is old in Cangzhou.
Lu You longed to regain the lost land all his life, but his ambition was difficult to pay, and it backfired, and in his grief and emotion, he always remembered the short military life, which was probably the closest time to his dream in this life.
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