The same idea, both of them are disappointed.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. -Song Lu You's "Bu Operator"
There is a broken bridge outside the post station, and the plum blossoms bloom alone, and no one asks. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, sad enough, but destroyed by wind and rain.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice. -Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
Like another kind of sadness and hatred secretly breeds; At this time, it is more touching than the sound.
When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is sad. -Tang Li Bai's Bodhisattva Man
The distant forest smoke waves stretch like textiles, and the mountains in autumn are like clothes and sad green. Twilight entered the boudoir, and someone was upstairs alone.
Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze. -Tang Li Shangyin's "Gift"
The banana's heart has not yet unfolded, and the buds of lilacs are clustered like knots; It is also the spring breeze, and the two are United in different places, and they are all worried about not meeting each other.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste. -Don "Crying at Night"
Missing in my heart, I want to cut it off, but I don't stop. I want to tidy up, but it's messy. This kind of worry about divorce and missing is another taste in my heart now.
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. -Don Young Beauty
Ask how much you can worry about. My troubles are like the river flowing eastward in spring.
Worry is endless, and the distance is like spring water. -Song Ouyang Xiu "Walking on the Sand"
Going further and further, it is endless, just like an endless spring.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears. -Song Fan Zhongyan's "Plain Wood Covering"
The bright moon shines on tall buildings, so don't lean on it alone. Picked up the wine to wash the sorrow, but turned into acacia tears.
Being by the river, I can't stop crying and have a lot on my mind. -Guan's "Jiangchengzi"
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely and lightly, just like a dream. The rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, just like sadness is flying. Look at the gem-decorated curtains hanging on small silver hooks at will.