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The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the grass and trees are shaking and turning to frost.
The flock of swallows bid farewell to the wild geese flying south, and their hearts are broken when they think of you as a guest.
I miss my hometown so much, why should I leave it somewhere else?
The humble concubine stays alone in the empty room, worrying about you and not daring to forget you.
Unconsciously, my clothes were stained with tears.
The sound of the piano's strings brings forth the Qing Dynasty, but the short songs and slight chants cannot be long.
The bright moon shines brightly on my bed, and the stars are drifting west into the night.
The Morning Glory and the Weaver Girl shook their heels and looked up, "Why are you limited to Heliang?"
——Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing" (Part 1)
How easy it is to see another day, how difficult it is to meet another day, the mountains and rivers are long and the road is long.
Yu Taosijun did not dare to say anything, and his message was never returned.
Who can be sad and not sigh when the face is ruined by tears and rain?
Exhibiting poems and singing songs to talk about self-forgiveness, happiness and sadness will destroy the lungs and liver.
The sad wind is shrill and the autumn air is cold.
Geng Geng couldn't sleep with his head in his pillow, so he put on his clothes and went out to walk around.
The curtains move slowly and pass by Qin Xuan, looking up at the stars, the moon and the clouds.
The morning cry of the flying bird is pitiful, but I can't linger in my heart.
——Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing" (Part 2)
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