Tang dynasty: Yu
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails. ?
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
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In a sad late autumn, maple leaves are floating on the river. At this time, a west wind blew, and the trees all over the mountain rustled. I'm sorry to hear that, little girl. At first glance, the river bridge is hidden in the maple forest.
It's already dusk, and I haven't seen my lover return by boat. I am eager to see my lover come back, little girl. Miss your lover as the water of Xijiang River, and miss him as the length of running water.
2. Sauvignon Blanc and Zhong Yishan
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.
Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain.
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Heavy and heavy, mountains overlap. The mountains are so far away, the sky is so high, the smoke and water are so cold, but my thoughts are like maple leaves and flames.
Chrysanthemums bloom and fall, and days pass by. The wild geese in Saibei are flying south in the sky, but the people they miss have not come back yet. The long bright moon shines on the curtains and floats in the wind.
3. A wild step
Qing Dynasty: Zhao Yi
The cold wind urged heavy clothes to play in the nearby suburbs of Ye Yuan.
Autumn wind likes other people's business best. First, it not only turns maple leaves red, but also turns people's hair white.
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The chilly wind urged me to change into thick clothes and go to the nearby suburbs of Yuan Ye to play. Autumn wind is nosy. When it comes, it not only turns the maple leaves red, but also makes people's hair white.
4, reduce the word magnolia, sad.
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Sad to leave your arms, you will get old with feelings. How about this idea? As thin as light silk, as thin as waves.
On the shore of the boat, maple leaves hang in autumn. When you think about your previous happiness, you must have thought of the world, not a dream.
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It's sad to leave people's arms. If God has feelings, he will grow old because of parting. Sometimes it's as slender as a light silk but lingering, and sometimes it comes to mind like waves.
A boat by the lake is moored on the shore, and maple leaves and reed flowers are shivering in the autumn wind, which forms a sharp contrast between the joy of the past and reality. The joy of meeting is gone forever, unless we meet in a dream.
5. He Xinlang is tired of getting old
Song Dynasty: Liu Guo
Being old is like being tired. Xiang Wenjun said, it seems like today, how can you have fun? The clothes have been stained with dust, red or soft. Looking forward to each other, the soul will break. Xinliangmian Guest House, listening to the phoenix tree scattering rain and the autumn wind trembling. The lights are cold, remember the first sight.
Don't roll the bead curtain on the low floor. The evening makeup is not complete, moths throw themselves into the fire, and tears set their faces. Humanitarian sorrow needs to be drunk, and there are deep and shallow sorrows. But thanks to the piano fans. Don't bend the piano on the river for fear that the flowers will fall and the maple leaves will be sad. Clouds are stacked, and the heart is far away.
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I am like you, and you are like Wen Jun. As old as we are now, I often feel exhausted. Excuse me, Wen Jun, how should we live in the future? Looking back at the places where we lived together in Beijing, I'm afraid there are traces of our love for each other. Think about what you and I were like then. Why doesn't it hurt? At that time, we slept together in a cool guest house, listening to the sound of autumn rain beating on the plane leaves outside the window. In the dim flickering candlelight before my eyes, the scene of our first meeting always comes to my mind.
You see now, in this low pavilion, the curtains are hanging listlessly, your evening makeup is falling off, your face is haggard, jewelry and utensils are in a mess, and tears are all over your face.
People say that wine can eliminate sorrow, but our sorrow is so deep and the wine is so shallow, how can we eliminate it?
We can solve our troubles only by playing the symphonic piano and shaking the silk fan a few times. I told you not to play that sad pipa by the river. I am really afraid that I will make flowers sad with us, and make maple leaves sad with us. Although the sea of clouds is as high as a mountain, how can it compare with so many sorrows accumulated in our hearts?