Seek classical beautiful and sad poems or sentences. The more, the better.

The grass is on the grass, the dew is early, and the old building grows new. Lying in an empty bed and listening to the rain in the south window, who will mend clothes at night (He Zhu's "Partridge Sky")

Homesickness, Lanzhou urges hair. Holding hands, staring at each other with tears, speechless and choking (Liu Yong's Lin Yuling)

Affectionate feelings hurt separation since ancient times, and it is even worse to neglect the autumn festival (Liu Yong's Lin Yuling)

After the New Year, it should be a good morning and a good scene. Even if there are thousands of bells in Qian Qian, who can you tell (Liu Yong's Lin Yuling)

A bend in the sun, heartbroken, leaning on the railing alone (Liu Yong's "Youth Tour")

If I had known. Regret not locking the carved saddle (Ding Feng of Liu Yong)

In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent. (Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian")

The belt is getting wider and wider, and it will never go out, which makes people haggard for Iraq. (Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian")

The fragrance is not in the nucleus, not in the calyx, but in the bone (Chao Zhuyan)

Who knows if you are gaunt in spring clothes (Mrs. Wei's Wu)

The haggard Jiangnan is tired and unbearable, and is eager to straighten out the strings (Zhou Bangyan's Man Ting Square)

Miss the moon pavilion, join hands to show the bridge and smell the flute, miss the past like a dream, and cry like rain (Zhou Bangyan's "The Warrior Lanling")

My hometown is far away. When will I go (Zhou Bangyan's Su Mu Cover)

Ask in a low voice: Who are you with? It is already midnight in the city. If the horse is slippery, it is better to rest, and there are always fewer pedestrians (Zhou Bangyan's "Youth Tour")

Everyone says, like Iraq, how can it be like a slave (from "Pinling")

Only the Guanshan Mountain tonight and the moon thousands of miles away are under the same lamp (Xie Yi's Jiang Shenzi)

What time does the Wan Liyun arrive? Send a lonely soul and your eyes will be cut off. Who sings the golden thread for me (Ye Mengde's "He Xinlang")

It's not the moon that hates you, it's east, west, north and south. East, west, north and south, only each other.

I hate you, but I've been on the river for a month, and I'm still losing money when I'm full. When is the reunion (Lv Benzhong's Mulberry Picking)?

Good weather and warm weather, lost to Yingying Yanyan. The flower curtain in the courtyard is not rolled, and the grass is far away (Zhu Jinmen)

Sit alone, pay alone, lie alone. Standing hurts, even touching people hurts (Zhu's Broken Magnolia)

Simple and naive, not afraid of people guessing, clothes fell asleep. When I share the most, I will come back and put it on the dresser lazily (Zhu's "Qing Ping Le")

I'm afraid I'm going to leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything (Li Qingzhao's "I remember playing the flute at the Phoenix")

Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day.

Looking at the place will add new worries from now on (Li Qingzhao's "Recalling Feng Tai Xiao")

Undead, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers (Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers")

Now I am haggard, windy and frosty, and I dare not go out at night. It's better to listen to people laugh under the curtain (Li Qingzhao's "Forever Happiness")

Looking around, cold and lonely, sad and miserable (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Singing")

It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice")

This time, what a sad sentence (Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice"

If you want to give your heart to Yao Qin, there are few bosom friends. If the string is broken, who will listen (Yue Fei's Xiao Zhongshan)

One, one more. The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite.

Dreams are hard to achieve, and hatred is hard to level. People who don't care don't like to hear it, and the empty steps fall. (Si Wanyong's Sauvignon Blanc)

Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. Wrong, wrong, wrong (Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix)

Spring remains the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad (Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix")

Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo (Hairpin Phoenix by Lu You)

It's dusk, and it's stormy (Lu You's Operator)

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same (Lu You's "Bu Operator")

Only dreams can reunite, and dreams can't be made by people (Lu You).

I am not afraid of silver and steel, but I am afraid of the wind and rags (Lu You's "Die in Hua Lian")

Cherish spring is afraid of early flowers, not to mention countless red flowers (Xin Qiji's "Fishing")

A thousand dollars to buy each other is like buying a gift. Who will complain about this situation (Xin Qiji's "Fishing")

Leisure is the most bitter, so don't lean on the dangerous fence. When the sun sets, the flowers will bloom (Xin Qiji's "Fishing")

Old enmity in Chunjiang is endless, and new enmity in Yunshan is thousand fold. I look forward to seeing you again in the Ming Dynasty.

You should also be surprised to ask: Recently, several Fahua (Xin Qiji's Nian Nujiao) have been published.

Old Feiyan can talk when the building is empty (Xin Qiji's Nian Nujiao)

Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words.

Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say that I still have a rest, but I know it will be a cool autumn (Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave)

The heartbroken patch is flying red, and no one cares, let alone persuade the crying warbler to stop (Xin Qiji's "Zhu Yingtai Near")

It was he who brought the sadness of spring, but he didn't understand where it would go (Xin Qiji's Zhu Yingtai Near)

Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, the lights were dim (Xin Qiji's Jade Case)

As a cardamom poet, the dream of a brothel is good, but it is hard to show deep affection (Zhou Yangren, Jiang Kui)

It's hard to cut through all kinds of worries (Jiang Kui's "Long Pavilion complains slowly")

With a smile and a shake, Leng Xiang flew to the poem (Jiang Kui's Niannujiao).

The night is long and bitter, and the early spring is stained by acacia (Jiang Kui's "Walking the Sand")

The grass doesn't grow green in spring, and my sideburns have turned silver, aging too fast. We leave for too long, and slowly all the pain will be forgotten by time. I don't know who made me miss that evening, that happy reunion night. Only you and I can understand this feeling. (Jiang Kui's Partridge Sky)

Cui Zunyi cries, and the red calyx is silent. Geng Yi (Dimfragrance Jiang Kui)

There is nothing better than the spring breeze, no matter what it is, it has already arranged for the golden house to hide its beauty. Or teach a sad song that goes with the flow but complains about Yulong (Jiang Kui's Thin Shadow)

If the shore is broken, it will be green; It's a sad place, and I think of the late-night language of closing the door and turning off the lights (Shi Dazu's Luo Qixiang)

Worried about hurting Cui Dai's eyebrows, the flowers are alone every day (Shi Dazu's "Flying Swallows Together")

The front of the building is black and blue, with a touch of willow and an inch of tenderness (Wu Wenying's "The Wind Into the Pine")

Melancholy can't spend their honeymoons together, and the moss in the secluded steps rises overnight (Wu Wenying's "The Wind Into the Pine")

A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to pour, the boat on the river shakes, and the curtain moves upstairs.

Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is floating and the rain is falling.

When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance.

Streams can easily throw people away, turn cherries into red and plantains into green (A Prune by Jie Jiang).

Sorrow is always ruthless until dawn (Jie Jiang's Yu Meiren)

If you can't write a book, you can only send a little (Jie Lianhuan, zhangyan)

Jiangzhou Sima, with a wet shirt, is the end of the world (Wu Ji's "Full Moon")

Drunk souls want to pursue dreams, pay the west wind, and it will be cool tonight (Cai Songnian's "Partridge Sky")

I advise you not to get drunk before you spend it. This year and next, you will be wilted and your head will be white (Zhao Bingwen's Qing Xing Er)

Baling Bridge on Xiangyang Ancient Road. Poetry prospers in autumn. Romantic figures throughout the ages, how many heroes at one time (Yan Yanshou's "Zhong Chao Wrong")

From the intestine, I feel thin and shallow makeup marks (Yuan Haowen's "Qingpingle")

The seas are dry and the rocks are rotten, and I wish I could not bury the loess (Yuan Haowen's "Maibeitang")

Hate the world, teach the difference between life and death (Yuan Haowen's "Fishing")

Early on, there are few red branches, and the flying catkins are ruthless, which makes people more bored (Duan Keji's "Near Flowers")

Mo Wen's Gains and Losses through the Ages (Wang Mei Wu)

To the west wind, who evokes the soul (Bai Pu's "Winning the Gold")

It's been a hundred years, but it's not easy to make a decision (Wang Yun's Partridge Sky)

Pedestrians can't bear to listen to the cries and complaints, and the wind leaves the mountain in the flute (Chou Yuan's Four Family Guests)

Who knows what's on your mind when you snubbed Jiangnan Night this year (Sadulla's "Little Dry")

Empty and melancholy, there is no reason to meet. Since then, the soul has broken thousands of miles, and Yueyang Tower has been built every night (Xu Junbao's wife "Man Fang Ting")

Yun Lan's rainy and empty building, spring has reached the place where the soul disappears (Zhang Jian's "Walking on the Sand")

Ruthless bright moon, sentient beings return to dreams, and return to the secluded boudoir (Liu Ji's "Charming Moon")

Flowers and moons are blurred, and there is no desire to see them through the curtain (Yang Ji's Bodhisattva Man)

Xia Yan's "Huanxisha")

Turn off the lights in the courtyard for a long time, cut off the rope swing to cut the wind (Yang Shen's "Partridge Sky")

Orchid boudoir is tired, full of worries and dreams, and it is difficult to be brittle (Zhao Nanxing's "Shui Long Yin")

I was fascinated and shed red tears (Zhao Nanxing's Hidden Dragon)

Green yee in hand, swinging strings in vain (Chen Hongshou's Bodhisattva Man)

A few degrees of smoke, only flowers are hard to protect (Chen Zilong's "Eye-catching Lips")

Jade wheel and plain grass, half annoying red makeup (Chen Zilong's "Confessions")

It hurts to worry about the rain in spring and think about the past (Liu's Jin Mingchi)

There is always a desolation and haggard, and there is a beautiful sentence from Yantai (Liu's "Jin Ming Chi")

Looking back on the past, there was a little east wind, and the wind separated the curtains, and the eyebrows were all sad (Liu's "Jin Ming Chi")

The voice is slow and ticking. Eyes do not fold easily. What's going on in the world, the heart of a teenager. Clear and deep (Wang Fuzhi's "More Leakage")

At first glance, it seems that a dollar is flying, the fireworks are wet, and no one sees tears.

Adding water to the river will make the sadness fuller, straighter and farther (Qu Dajun's "Magpie Tread")

After the Qingming Festival, the wind did not turn, my concubine was cold in spring, and Lang was warm in spring (Qu Dajun's "Magpie Tread")

Light green is like a skirt, inch by inch charming. The spring heart is the king's grandson. No matter the east wind blows, the color reflects the dusk (Qu Dajun's "Langtaosha")

Make a few lines of tears at dusk, and the crow crows the moon (Xia Wanchun's Operator)

Unexpectedly, I couldn't get the knot of empathy, so I got the knot of acacia (Xia Wanchun's "Bu Operator")

There are very few things about people (Wu's He Xinlang)

Speaking of the protagonist's lost way, the wind suddenly cooled down (Chen Weisong's "Good Things are Near")

* * * Sleep Agger listens to the autumn rain, and the little guy is cold (Zhu Yizun's "Gui Dian Qiu")

Always writing lyrics, half hating in the air (Zhu Yizun Xie Peiling)

Love is afraid of thinking, looking forward to the long embankment, and the grass is full of heart. Who can find two places when you are sad and singing (Zhu Yizun's High Balcony)

In the past, I fell asleep and the silver Zheng cut off the lane (Wang Shizhen's "The Recent Flower")

Where to synthesize sadness? Autumn in people's minds (Tang Duoling, Wu Wenying)

It's unfortunate that a long-lost friend asks that life is bleak everywhere (Gu Zhenguan's Golden Melody).

The hardest thing is to cherish the day and the moon (Nalan Xingde's Dead Hua Lian)

I don't know what bothers me. It's boring to wake up, and it's boring to be drunk (Nalanxingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds")

With the change of wind and rain, it failed to break the dream of homesickness, so there is no such voice in my hometown (Nalan Xingde's Sauvignon Blanc)

Rain washes autumn, and people are pale (Golden Gate by Li E)

Who knows that thousands of nights, each pair of Yi Deng red (Jiang Shiquan's "Water Tune")

If a stone can talk, it should look at the past and cry like me (Niannujiao by Wang Renpu)

Look at the green Chi Pan and shed tears (Zhang Huiyan's Magnolia Slow)

Lonely and sad, but also self-sent, self-made sadness (Gong Zizhen's "Langtaosha")

Whether the lake is cool or not depends on how you comb your hair (Gong Zizhen's Langtaosha)

Don't worry too much, Qiu Lai is poor, but silence is more bitter (Xiang Hongzuo's Hidden Dragon)

The faint smoke, the courtyard and the moon in the pear blossoms (Gu Chun's "Early Spring Complaints")

A piece of spring sorrow, gradually blowing, like a spring cloud (Jiang Chunlin's "Liu Duanqing")

Tall buildings in tea, strive to get home (Tan Xian's "Recent Love")

Hunchun was speechless and heartbroken. Spring can come, people can come (Wang's "Dianjiang Lips")

Try so hard to sleep, who will listen to the music? Ink and tears will stain the water.

Leave the shadow of sad autumn and pay the flag pavilion (Wang's "Langtaosha")

It is not a sad thing to be disappointed that Yu Di urged you to say goodbye and to have a good impression on Lan Sao (the article "The Recent Flower")

Repeated tears seal words, life is only difficult to die (article "Recent Love")

Inch by inch, the river is closed, and the land is fascinated (article "Death")

Broken-hearted. Who's going to get it? Mourning Yan (Wang's "Langtaosha")

Looking forward to the spring return, the spring return is even more melancholy (article "Zhu Yingtai Near")

Traveling all over the world, dreams and souls are used to it. I love old pavilions (the article "fishing")

Dead souls come back to the tide every night, and red branches are more bitter (Zheng's "Yu Lou Chun")

The candle in the world is red, and the mountains are green in the dream (Zhu Zumou's Partridge Sky)

Shake things and go to an empty mountain, Mo Wen Du Fu (Zhu Zumou's "Slow Voice")

People are homesick everywhere (Kuang Zhouyi's "Reduced Words Huanxisha")

When you lean your head against a stranger, you will grow old in the dust (Wang Guowei's The Recent Flower)

Bitter moss leaves a long way, always wrong.

Bones can be destroyed, not to mention Zhen Hong's forearm sand (Yu Meiren by Wang Guowei)

From now on, I will never dream of gratitude again. I will sit and enjoy Byakki Smoker (Yu Meiren by Wang Guowei).

Wuniang praised her for her good dancing to her face, but she always made a mistake in her waist (Wang Guowei's "Near Flowers")

Ten Years of Unforgettable Dreams (Huanxisha by Wang Guowei)

Disappointed with the autumn wind, the world is haggard, and the beauty complains about the grass (Lv Bicheng's Qi Luo Xiang)

Birds are frightened, flowers are splashing and tears are splashing, and mountains and rivers are worried about locking spring.

Tired of traveling all over the world, still haggard and singing (Lv Bicheng's High Balcony)

This is a once-in-a-lifetime event. Why didn't you rush (Lv Bicheng's "Huanxisha")

The west wind is setting, the tomb of the Han family (Li Bai's "Recalling Qin E")

Weak willows are suspicious of the wind, and orchids are like towels. Sitting alone also includes frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan")

Chu Ke wants to hear Yao's grievances, and Xiaoxiang is in the middle of the night (Liu Yuxi's Xiaoxiang God)

Think long and hate long, until it's time to pay back. People leaning against the building in the moonlight (Bai Juyi's Sauvignon Blanc)

It's dusk, and I'm bored, leaning against the door alone (Wen Bodhisattva Xia)

After all, it's not there, the oblique light is full of water, and my heart is broken (text "Jiangnan Dream")

Be sure to break your heart before you go home (Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man)

I'm going to marry him and grow old together. If you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Four Hometowns")

Canyue's face is bright, don't cry at dawn (Niu Xiji's "Raw Tea Son")

There are many words, but there are still feelings. Looking back, it is important to remember the green silk dress and cherish the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's "Life Check")

Make a thousand wishes before your pillow and wait for the green hills to rot (Dunhuang Ci)

I want him to come back early, but I have time to go to Qingyun (Dunhuang Ci)

Looking back in the dark is very desirable. Heritage is a double emerald. Ride an elephant, first carry people over the water (Li Xun's Nanxiangzi)

I often get sick before the end of the day, but I don't care if I look thin in the mirror (Feng Yansi's "Magpie Tread")

How many tears are hateful to lean on (Jing Li's "Puhuan Xisha")

Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. Don't have a taste in your heart (Li Yu's Night Cry)

Ask how much sadness you can have, just like a river flowing eastward (The Mermaid by Li Yu)

Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. The flowing water has come out of spring, and it is heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha")

It's hard for slaves to come out, but you can be merciful. (Li Yu's Bodhisattva Man)

Don't be lonely in the alley, hope that the smoke will fade away. The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering.

Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi. (Li Zhi's "Linjiang Xian")

In my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply (Gu Huan's Confessions)

If you don't meet heaven and man, you will feel the same way (Lv Bicheng's "Huanxisha")

When does the Populus euphratica stop? Tears are broken (Qian Lou Yuchun)

Before, I felt sick and tired of perfume bottles. Today's fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness (Qian Yu Lou Chun)

The bright moon building rests on its own, and the wine turns into tears (Fan Zhongyan's "Sumu Fu")

Every year tonight, if the moonlight is practiced, it will travel thousands of miles a day (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing")

I got drunk for no reason. Tears come before wine. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar.

Everyone has come to this matter and has no intention of avoiding it (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing")

Send away spring, when will spring come back? Looking at the mirror at night hurts the scene and recalls the past (Zhang Xian's Fairy)

The helpless flowers fall, and it seems familiar that Yan has returned, and the small garden wanders alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha")

The bright moon does not know whether it is bitter or not, and it shines obliquely through the Pearl Lake at dawn (Yan Shu's "Near Flowers")

If you want to send colorful stationery and simple elements, you can know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide (Yan Shu's "Die Hua Lian")

Growing up with little aversion to pleasure, willing to love a daughter, with a faint smile. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night. (Song Qi's "Lou Yuchun")

March storm. It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.

Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's "The Recent Flowers")

Parting from sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's Walking on the Sand)

Inch by inch, my heart ached and tears filled my eyes (Ouyang Xiu's Walking on the Sand)

When the songs are scattered among the tourists, I feel the emptiness of spring (Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds")

If we get together and leave in a hurry, this hatred is endless.

This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. (Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha")

Take the spring water and send you back. If Jiangnan catches up with spring, it will stay in spring (Crown Operator)

Falling flowers are independent, swift and swift fly together (Yan's "Linjiang Xian")

Tonight, there is a photo of the shadow port, and it is like a dream to meet in fear (Yan's "Partridge Sky")

Sleeping late is unforgettable and heartbroken (Yan's "Nanxiangzi")

The temples are pitiful and green, only for the old acacia (Yan's "Raw Tea Son")

Refuse to paint Zhu Hu painting hall, spring breeze is at home (Wang Anguo's "Qing Ping Le")

Ten years of life and death are boundless, and if you don't think about it, you will forget it (Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi")

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Silent care, tears flow thousands of lines (Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi")

In detail, it seems that it is not a flower, but a little tear (Su Shi's Hidden Dragon)

Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live, and the lonely sandbar is cold (Su Shi's "Bu Operator")

There are few willows blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grass in the end of the world (Su Shi's Dead Hua Lian)

Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed (Su Shi's Dead Hua Lian)

Life is empty and nowhere to be found (Li Chi Ngai's Walking on the Sand)

I thought that only dreams come and go, and I was not afraid, but I was stopped by Jiang (Huang Tingjian's "Looking at Jiangdong")

The most important thing is to miss the sound forever, and the shadow of the heartbroken flower has been stolen (Mu De Duck in Chao Yuanli)

Strong man, Qingzun Su Ying, willing to follow for a long time (Mu Deya in Chao Yuanli)

Have a good dream, have nothing to do, sit and watch the golden flower (Lin Yuling in Chao Yuanli)

Don't abandon it, it should be fragrant and narrow (Lin Yuling in Chao Yuanli)

Plum shadows are sparse, ice melts, and the east wind is dark and old (Qin Guan's "Looking at the Tide")

If the two love each other for a long time, it will still be sooner or later (Qin Guan's "Que Qiao Xian")

Shao Hua doesn't stay for teenagers, but hates you. When will he rest in peace (Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi")

Being on the riverside, I shed tears and worry a lot (Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi")

When can I see you here? Tears on sleeves (Qin Guan's prescription)

There are old grievances in the cardamom years, and the dream of ten years is just shocking the world (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan)

But the clouds are heavy and the rain is scattered With dry, east wind tears (Wang Shen's "Memories of Time Past")

It only takes a few nights to ruin a lifetime of haggard (Zhao Lingzhi's "Qing Ping Le")

How much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, wind in the city, plum and yellow rain (He Zhu's Jade Case)

Shangyin

"Jinse"

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies,

The king's longing for spring is crying in the cuckoo. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

[Untitled]

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .

The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.

[Gong Ci]

Your kindness flows east like water, and you are in favor and out of favor.

Don't let the flowers fall in front of you, the cool wind is only at the west end of the temple.

[Le Garden Scenic Area]

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

[Jiao Shan]

It's never a long rope, and water hates more when it reaches the clouds.

Want to buy sea, a cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.