有愁叫，人生天地间，忽如远行客。
There is sorrow, life between heaven and earth, suddenly like a traveler.
花落水流红，闲愁万种，无语怨东风。
Flowers fall, water flows red, all kinds of idle and melancholy, speechless complaining about the east wind.
人生若只如初见，何事秋风悲画扇，等闲变却故人心，却道故人心易变
If life is just like the first sight, why does the autumn wind sad painting fan, change easily, but it makes the peoples heart, but the way makes the peoples heart changeable
春色三分，二分尘土，一分流水，细看来，不是杨花点点，是离人泪。
Spring is divided into three parts, two parts of dust and one part of water. It seems that it is not poplars, but tears.
秋日天高复云淡，摇看红日迫西山。
In autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light. Shake to see the red sun forcing the west mountain.
夕殿萤飞思悄然，孤灯挑尽未成眠。迟迟钟鼓初长夜，耿耿星河欲曙天。
In the evening hall, fireflies think quietly, and the lonely lights are not sleeping. After a long night, the stars are ready to dawn.
山外青山楼外楼，西湖歌舞几时休，暖风熏得游人醉，直把杭州作汴州。
When will the West Lake stop singing and dancing? The warm wind makes tourists drunk and makes Hangzhou bianzhou.
“青瓦长忆旧时雨，朱伞深巷无故人。”
"The green tiles recall the old rain, and there is no old friend in the deep lane of the Zhu umbrella."
西风老树下人家，池墉边落落野花。
In the west wind, there are people under the old tree, and wild flowers fall on the edge of the pond.
听弦断，断那三千痴缠。坠花湮，湮没一朝风涟。花若怜，落在谁的指尖。
Listen to the string break, break the three thousand crazy entanglements. Falling flowers annihilate, annihilate once the wind ripples. If the flower is pitiful, it falls on whose fingertips.
断香残酒情怀恶，西风催衬梧桐落。梧桐落，又还秋色，又还寂寞。
The broken wine is wicked and the west wind is pushing the Wutong down. Parasol falls, but also autumn color, but also lonely.
雨掸霜叶掸落一地过往，云遮秋燕遮住十载月光。
Rain, frost, leaves, clouds and autumn swallows cover the moonlight for ten years.
踏落花，寻一世安好，醉听雨，借一生逍遥，观新月，愁一梦夜少，，暮沉阳，喜一夕晚照。
Step on the falling flowers, find peace all your life, get drunk and listen to the rain, enjoy the new moon all your life, worry about a dream, have a little night, sink the sun at dusk, and like a night photo.
天上人间俱怅望，经声佛火两凄迷，未梦已先凝
The heaven and the earth are all disappointed. The sound of Buddha and fire are sad and confused, and the dream has condensed first
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