Qing dynasty: Cao Xueqin
The it is difficult to poetic muse Entanglement me from morning till night, and had to walk around the fence or whisper it on the stone.
The pen contains the wisdom to the story of the story of the story of the story of the story of the story of the story of the fragrance of the story of the moon.
Full of paper writing is their own sorrow, who can understand their innermost feelings through the words only language?
Since Tao Qian wrote the yongju, the noble character of Qiu Qiu ju has been praised.
Seven mourning poems
Wei and Jin dynasties: Cao zhi
The moon shines on the tall building, the light shining on the upstairs is wavering.
There is a sad woman upstairs sighing.
Who is the sigh of the upstairs? The answer is the wife of the in another place.
The husband left more than ten years, qieshen often a person.
My husband is like the light dust on the road, like the mud in the dirty water.
The floating dust and the mud are different, when can they meet each other harmoniously?
Yes, I would like to turn into the southwest wind, in the world disappear into the arms of my husband!
My husband's heart is no longer open to me, what can I rely on?
Qingming day alone
Song dynasty: Wang Yucheng
A county officer idle only agreement, a year cold festival is Qingming festival.
Spring to spring when to do, idle hate idle sorrow touch.
Lacquer Yan oriole kua tongue health, willow flower elm pod bucket body light.
Strip for shangshan wine, smile to Li Sao alone.
Late autumn alone swim Qujiang
Tang dynasty: Li shangyin
Lotus leaf grows when spring hate, lotus leaf withered when autumn hate.
Know the body in the long in, disappointed wangjiang head river sound.
Mournful autumn song
Han dynasty: Liu Xijun
My family marry me Xi day side, far foreign Wu sun Wang Xi.
Dome room Xi felt for the wall, meat for food Xi cheese for pulp.
In often thought Xi heart internal injuries, willing to oriole Xi home.