The smoke of the spring mountain is about to be collected, and the sky is light and the stars are sp

From the Tang Dynasty poet Niu Xiji's "Shengchazi".

The smoke in the spring mountains is about to be harvested, and the sky is light and the stars are scarce. The waning moon's face is bright, don't cry before dawn.

There are many words, but the love is not over, and I still look back and say: I remember the green Luo skirt, and I pity the grass everywhere.

Niu Xiji was a native of Shaanxi in the Later Tang Dynasty, and his poem, with a feminine tone, created the emotion of parting with each other. Spring Mountain has twilight, the waning moon reflects the face, don't tears crystalline, the words have been many, the love is not over, looking back is still serious, the feelings shared by everyone, written so true, only deep love, there are countless repeated admonitions, the hostess not only thinks of herself, but also thinks of the person who loves each other, in order to comfort him lovesickness, thoughtful for the person you love, "Brother, when you think of me, you look at the herb, that's me, you love the herb, you love me", this is the noble character of ancient Chinese women, (someone once said, Remember me in the green Luo skirt, don't look for herbs everywhere, or this is a rhetoric, an admonition, a warning).

Spring is not green, bai sideburns are silky, and the world is not sad after a long absence. Who Zhi taught the years of the Red Lotus Night, and the two dao groaned and knew each other. - Jiang Kui, "Partridge Answering the Bird".

The flowers are deep, willow and shaded. Du Liu wears flowers to find letters, and the gentleman's heart bears the heart of the concubine.

Complaining about the qin, hating the lonely man. Where to find the alliance of the swear, who expected it to be now. - Chen Dongfu, "Sauvignon Blanc".

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. ——Ouyang Xiu, "Shengchazi Yuanxi".

The shadow of the stream, the sky is at the bottom of the clear stream. There are clouds in the sky, and people are in the clouds.

Who is singing and Yu? The hollow valley is clear. Neither ghosts nor immortals, a song of peach blossom water. - Xin Qiji's "Shengchazi".

Raw Chazi. Niu Xiji.

The smoke of the spring mountain is about to be harvested, and the sky is light and the stars are small.

The waning moon's face is bright, don't cry before dawn.

There are many words, but the love is not over, and I still look back.

Remember the green skirt, pity the grass everywhere.

I only know the source of "there are many words, but the love is not over", Niu Xiji's "Shengchazi" in the Tang Dynasty: The smoke in the spring mountain wants to be collected, the sky is light and the stars are scarce, the waning moon is bright, don't dream of Qingxiao, there are many words, the love is not over, looking back, I still remember the green Luo skirt, and pity the grass everywhere!

Jingjing Zijin, my heart.

If you love me, be merciful.

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"Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter" with a mote of dust:

I'm waiting for you in the early spring wind There are small orange wildflowers in my hair Even at the ends of the earth You will see this dazzling persistence The wind passes by The faint fragrance of wildflowers will bring you into a dream Please don't tear my clothes!!