◆ The ospreys call to each other, resting on the river's islet. A graceful lady, a worthy match for a gentleman.
◆ Life naturally has its own emotional obsessions; this regret has nothing to do with the wind and moon.
◆ From now on, through the years, even the best of times will seem hollow. Even if there are a thousand amorous moods, to whom can I speak of them?
◆ I only wish your heart mirrors mine, surely not betraying the meaning of longing.
◆ Amidst falling flowers, I stand alone; in drizzling rain, swallows fly in pairs.
◆ Pitifully, the bones by the uncertain river remain, still dreams of loved ones in springtime chambers.
◆ Even if one spends a fortune for a love poem, who could possibly convey such deep affection?
◆ Under the parasol tree, at midnight’s rain, it speaks not of the bitterness of parting. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, it drips onto the empty steps until dawn.
◆ We tied our hair as husband and wife, loving each other without doubt.
◆ Seeking sweet dreams, but they’re hard to come by. Who knows my feelings now? Tears mingle with the rain before the curtain, separated only by a window pane dripping till morning.
◆ In loneliness, to whom can I confide? Counting previous words, all lightly betrayed.
◆ The distance is long and the soul flies with difficulty; dreams struggle to cross the mountain passes. Longing thoughts torment the heart and liver.
◆ Don’t refrain from saying beautiful vows because things might change, don’t shy away from a heartfelt encounter just because separation may occur.
◆ May I be like a star and you like the moon, glowing together every night.
◆ Returning your pearl, tears streaming down my face, regretting we didn't meet when I was unmarried.
◆ How can I make you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this, I've prayed for five hundred years before Buddha, asking for an earthly bond between us.
◆ Alas, my shadow lingers in this world, how can we be born together yet die apart?
◆ Beneath the tree of yearning, speaking of yearning, missing my beloved, yet he doesn’t know.
◆ Since you’ve been gone, the bright mirror gathers dust unattended. Thinking of you flows like water, never-ending.
◆ Meeting might be worse than not meeting, having emotions may be better than none.
◆ Falling petals aren’t heartless things, turning into spring mud to protect the flowers even more.
◆ As long as heaven does not grow old, love will never end. The heart is like a double silk net, filled with countless knots.
◆ These stars are not as they were last night, for whom do I stand in the dew-filled midnight?
◆ Knowing fully that as long as I live, so does my love, I gaze wistfully at the sound of the river.
◆ The more one loves, the less one feels it deeply, and now indeed, there isn’t much feeling left.
◆ This emotion could become a memory to cherish, but at the time it was already filled with melancholy.
◆ How much yearning occurs in one night? Not even the ends of the earth and sea compare in length.
◆ Ask the world, what is this thing called love, that it makes people pledge life and death to each other?
◆ Without wings like colorful phoenixes to fly together, hearts can still connect with a single understanding.
◆ Animal stoves burn incense, emerald ponds hold faded flower petals, line by line written into letters of yearning.
◆ Lifetimes spent without knowing yearning, once knowing, one suffers from it.
◆ An inch of yearning brings thousands of worries, nowhere in the world to place it.
◆ For ten years, life and death have separated us, no need to think about it, yet it remains unforgettable. A solitary grave far away, no place to speak of sorrow.
◆ What night is this, seeing such a fine person.
◆ High mountains and long rivers sometimes end, but this hatred continues endlessly.
◆ In heaven, wishing to be birds flying wing to wing, on earth, wishing to be branches intertwined.
◆ Layer upon layer of tear-stained letters sealed with brocade, life holds only the enduring power of love.
◆ One is a fairy flower from the celestial garden, the other a flawless jade.
◆ Spring silkworms spin silk until death, candles weep until their wax is gone.
◆ In another life, don’t be a lover obsessed, there’s no place on earth for yearning.
◆ Before the cup, planning to say the date of return, even before speaking, the spring face turns pale with sadness.
◆ With fish sinking and geese vanishing beyond the horizon, one truly understands the pain of separation.
◆ Holding hands, looking into each other’s tearful eyes, unable to utter a word.
◆ Truly knowing this sorrow is universal, poverty-stricken couples suffer in everything.
◆ Exchange my heart for yours, then you'll understand the depth of my longing.
◆ Remembering you, my heart resembles the westward-flowing river, ceaselessly day and night.
◆ Spring emotions shouldn’t vie with flowers blooming, an inch of yearning turns to ash.
◆ Yearning is as deep as the sea, memories stretch as far as the sky.
◆ Hating each other is less painful than tides that keep their promises, yearning makes one realize the ocean isn’t deep enough.
◆ Tiny dice hold red beans, do you know the yearning embedded within?
◆ Would you trade riches for a smile? Ultimately, yearning isn’t as good as meeting.
◆ There may be limits to the corners of the earth, but yearning knows no bounds.
◆ All say it’s a golden jade union, I only remember the wood-stone pact. Facing only the pure snow of lofty scholars, never forgetting the lonely forest of transcendent beauties.
◆ People are like clouds blown by the wind into the river, emotions resemble rain-soaked cotton sticking to the ground.
◆ Dropping endless tears of yearning, casting red beans, opening endless spring blossoms filling the painted tower.
◆ Tearful eyes ask the flowers, but the flowers remain silent, disordered petals fly past the swing.
◆ My thin shadow pities itself reflected in the autumn water, you should pity me as I pity you.
◆ Fearing the path of love, hoping for a long embankment, grass ends where red hearts begin. Sorrowed chants, searching both heavens and hells, finding it difficult in either place.
◆ If asked how much idle sentiment exists? A field of tobacco plants, the whole city covered in wind-blown fluff, plum rains in early summer.
◆ Only the full moon over the spring courtyard understands, still illuminating fallen flowers for those who have parted.
◆ Flowers turn red easily like a lover's intentions, water flows endlessly like my sorrows.
◆ If there’s someone who understands and appreciates, I won’t hesitate to sing songs of spring.
◆ On a high tower under the bright moon, don't lean alone, wine enters the sorrowful gut, transforming into tears of yearning.
◆ Missing you is like a bright candle, burning the heart while shedding tears.
◆ Living, I shall return, dying, I shall forever miss you.
◆ Don’t say half a sheet of paper weighs little, it bears ten thousand measures of parting sorrow.
◆ I’m like Mount Xu always in sight, you're like a stone Buddha, heartless.
◆ Unaware my soul has broken, empty dreams follow. Except for the moon at the edge of the world, no one knows.
◆ Hearts united yet living apart, grieving leads to aging.
◆ A night's moon casts a curtain of dreamy solitude, a gentle breeze carries ten miles of tender affection.
◆ After parting, remembering meetings, how many times have I dreamt of being with you.
◆ Since ancient times, the sentimental have been hurt by farewells. How much more so during the cold clear autumn festival.
◆ Indifference isn’t as painful as passion, an inch becomes millions of threads.
◆ Only keeping my eyes open all night, repaying a lifetime of furrowed brows.
◆ Letters have ceased for half a year, an inch of parting intestines ties a thousand knots.
◆ Yearning overnight causes plum blossoms to bloom, suddenly appearing before the window, I suspect it’s you.
◆ Simply due to recalling your kindness in one thought, making my two tears flow endlessly.
◆ Yearning is baseless talk, don’t waste tears on flowers.
◆ Parting sorrow grows further and limitless, stretching endlessly like spring water.
◆ If there were no sorrow of parting in sight, one wouldn't believe white heads exist among people.
◆ Opening up chaos, who is the seed of love? All because of the intense passion of the wind and moon.
◆ The bright moon doesn’t understand the bitterness of parting, slanting light piercing through vermilion doors until dawn.
◆ At departure, earnestly reiterating vows, words known by two hearts.
◆ Tears may dry eventually leaving traces, too many disasters to express bring silence instead of words.
◆ Returning to you a bowl of indifferent tears, regretting not meeting before shaving my head.
◆ Day and night thinking of you, for you I’ve wasted away entirely, during the time of a hundred flowers.
◆ Wanting to send beautifully written letters and measurements, but mountains are long and waters wide, where would they go?
◆ Parting hate is like spring grass, growing further and further as one travels.
◆ Wild geese in the clouds, fish in the water, this sorrow cannot be conveyed.
◆ Even if clothes grow loose, I’ll never regret, wasting away for her.
◆ In life and death, we are bound closely, with you I declare. Holding your hand, with you I grow old.
◆ If two hearts truly love each other, why must they be together every moment?
◆ Seeing a beautiful woman, once seen, never forgotten, one day without seeing, thoughts go wild.
◆ This time I leave you, it's the wind, the rain, the night; you smiled, I waved, a lonely road stretched out in two directions.
◆ Entering my door of yearning, knowing my yearning's pain, long yearning means long remembrance, short yearning means endless extremity.
◆ Once having seen vast oceans, lesser waters seem inadequate, aside from the clouds of Wu Mountain, all others appear plain.