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Huang Jingren - A Poet Long Overlooked

Huang Jingren, born in 1916, is a lesser-known poet who deserves our attention. Despite his talents and contributions to Chinese literature, he has been neglected and rarely mentioned in discussions about great poets.

Huang’s poetry reflects his deep insights into life and his unique perspective on the world. With a lyrical and introspective style, his poems capture the essence of human emotions and the beauty of nature.

One of Huang’s notable works is “The Song of Solitude,” in which he contemplates the meaning of existence and the fleeting nature of time. Through his vivid imagery and poignant language, he strikes a chord with readers, evoking both melancholy and contemplation.

Another poem, “Whispering Breezes,” showcases Huang’s love for nature. He portrays the gentle whispers of the wind, the rustling of leaves, and the serenity of a tranquil lakeside, painting a tranquil and idyllic scene for readers to immerse themselves in.

Despite his talent, Huang Jingren’s contributions to literature have largely gone unnoticed. It is time for us to rediscover and appreciate the remarkable works of this overlooked poet. Let us delve into his words, immerse ourselves in his thoughts, and pay homage to a poet who has long been overlooked but deserves recognition.

Huang Jingren, courtesy name Hanyong, also known as Zhongze, may be relatively obscure to people today, but he was renowned for his poetry during his time and was considered one of the “Seven Scholars of Pilin” along with Wang Tan. He was also known as one of the “Two Talents” alongside Hong Liangji.

Even if you can’t recall who he was, you have definitely read his poems:

“Nine out of ten people scorn me, a scholar with no practical use”

“After parting, empty longing is but water, looking back is already three lifetimes”

They are well-known to all.

Huang Jingren was from Wujin County, Changzhou Prefecture. It is said that he was a descendant of the Song Dynasty poet Huang Tingjian, but he did not receive any benefits from his ancestral fame.

Growing up in poverty and hardship, with his father dying when he was only four years old, Huang Jingren did not have a good life even during the so-called golden age of the Kangxi and Qianlong eras.

In traditional China after the Sui and Tang Dynasties, a household could only lead a respectable life through success in the imperial examinations.

Although the Huang family was poor, Huang Jingren’s education was not hindered. However, due to the fierce competition of the examinations, he failed numerous times. Because of his impoverished background, Huang Jingren had to give up on the examinations and choose to use his “knowledge” to make a living.

In his pursuit of a living, this poet with a renowned name but no success in the examinations also experienced the harsh reality of interpersonal relationships. His ambition was difficult to realize, and his talent went unrecognized. The frustration and resentment slowly drained his body, and in the end, this “first poet to be recognized during the sixty years of the Qianlong era” died in a foreign land at the young age of 35.

Huang Jingren wrote over two thousand poems in his lifetime, and more than a thousand of them have been passed down to this day. His poems reflect the hardships and frustrations of his life, and they are imbued with a sense of melancholy and desolation. However, the emotions conveyed are exceptionally sincere and moving.

For example, his poem series “Qi Huai,” which was inspired by Li Shangyin’s expression of love and longing in his poem “Untitled,” is quite renowned.

Today, let’s take a look at the most famous poem from this series, “Qi Huai - Part Fifteen,” which depicts a tragic and melancholic love.

“Qi Huai - Part Fifteen”

By Huang Jingren

“Sitting under the flowers, playing the flute several times, The Milky Way enters the distant red wall.”

“Like these stars, it’s not from last night, For whom does the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night?”

“Persistent thoughts pull out the tattered cocoon, The winding heart is hurt after the banana is peeled.”

“Three or five years, three or five months, Pity the wine cup that has never been emptied.”

This poem was written by Huang Jingren in remembrance of his cousin. When Huang Jingren was young, he and his cousin were in love, but their story ended in regret. Just from the title “Qi Huai,” a sense of melancholy and sorrow can be faintly felt.

“In the flowers, playing the flute several times, the Milky Way enters the distant red wall.”

In the opening couplet, the author portrays a beautiful scenery and the beginning of this love story. Under the moonlight flowers, there is a beautiful woman playing the flute. However, despite this picturesque scene, there is a red wall separating the two. This wall makes the two seem as distant and unattainable as the Milky Way in the sky, indicating an unreachable love.

“Like these stars, it’s not from last night, For whom does the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night?”

The second couplet is the most famous in this poem and is a classic expression of love. The author is aware that the previous beautiful starry nights are gone and cannot be retrieved. However, he dares not face reality and can only stand alone under the stars, addicted to longing. The romantic scene from last night when flowers were played under becomes a stark contrast with the person standing under the stars tonight, how lonely and sorrowful it is.

“Persistent thoughts pull out the tattered cocoon, The winding heart is hurt after the banana is peeled.”

These two balanced phrases show the extraordinary linguistic skills of the poet. Each line reveals his innermost feelings and points to profound emotions. The word “silk” in Chinese sounds like “thinking” and the word “heart” sounds like “core.” This conveys the poet’s lingering thoughts and feelings being exhausted, just like pulling a tattered cocoon. The winding emotions have been hurt, just like peeling a banana.

This line is actually very similar to Li Shangyin’s “Till the silk runs out, the spring silkworm dies; When the wax torch turns to ashes, tears dry up.” Both of them depict the desperate end of a love affair.

“Three or five years, three or five months, Pity the wine cup that has never been emptied.”

In the closing couplet, the author uses past events to contrast with the present desperation. The year they fell in love was the same year his cousin turned fifteen. “Three or five months” refers to a specific time, the fifteenth day of the lunar month, which is the night of the full moon.

When they were in love, they spent their time drinking and playing the flute under the flowers. However, everything has become the past now, like the lingering bitterness of last night’s wine that can never be removed.

This heartfelt line and countless sighs create an immortal chapter that depicts the pain of a love that has been shattered. The deep thoughts and hopeless expectations conveyed by the poet are truly touching, leaving a lingering impression on the reader.

In life, they were unable to stay together despite their love for each other. They were merely distant stars, silently gazing at each other in the dark night sky, within reach but forever unattainable.


Love and Farewell

  1. Your tears overflow, my tears overflow; our hearts are still bound by an unfinished tie. By the river, the tide has already calmed. - Lin Bu’s “Longing”

  2. I urge you to frequent the land of intoxication, where worries and sorrows cease to exist. - Yan Jidao’s “Jade Tower Spring”

  3. The crimson strings are severed, the clear mirror is broken, the morning dew evaporates, the fragrant season fades. With a white head, I sing songs of sorrow and separation. Make an effort to eat well and don’t worry about me. The river flows peacefully as we bid each other farewell. - Zhuo Wenjun’s “Farewell Letter”

  4. I lament the morning thrush and the waning moon, as we part and become separated by the sound of silence. Now we are both strangers in a foreign land, with no chance of meeting again. - Wei Zhuang’s “Lotus Leaf Cup: Remembering the Flowers of That Year”

  5. I don’t know where that person’s face is, but the green waves still flow eastward. - Yan Shu’s “Qingping Yue: A Red Letter”

  1. I also believe that a beautiful person will eventually turn into soil, unable to sustain a fleeting dream. - Lu You’s “Spring Outing”

  2. Liu Lang already hates the distant Peng Mountain, now separated by ten thousand folds of mountain. - Li Shangyin’s “Untitled”

  3. I vividly remember the moment of parting, shedding tears to bid farewell. Like a dream! Like a dream! The waning moon and falling petals are shrouded in smoke. - Li Cunxu’s “Remembering the Fairy’s Grace”

  4. Spring has not yet brought greenness, but my temples turn white. Our separation in the mortal realm has not brought much sadness. Who teaches the red lotus to bloom on every New Year’s Eve? In our contemplation, we each know our own thoughts. - Jiang Kui’s “Zhe Gu Tian: Dreaming on the Night of the Lantern Festival”

  5. Now I finally realize that I was wrong at that time, and my mind is filled with melancholy. Tears of sorrow flow, and my eyes are filled with the spring breeze and countless burdens. - Nalan Xingde’s “Cai Sang Zi”

  1. Although the vow of eternal love still stands, the embroidered letter is difficult to deliver. No, no, no! - Lu You’s “Phoenix Hairpin: Red Silken Hand”

  2. Once entering the noble residence, it becomes as deep as the sea, and from then on the wanderer becomes a stranger. - Cui Hao’s “Remembering the Maidservant”

  3. How much tenderness is contained within an inch of soft intestines? On a thin quilt and lonely pillow, dreams return with the sound of silence, through the peaceful dawn rain. - Hui Hong’s “Qing Yu An: Silk Trees, Smoky Willows, and the Long Pavilion Road”

  4. The drawing room, though near, is as deep as the sea. When I reminisce, I only turn to old books. When will we walk hand in hand into Chang’an? - Wei Zhuang’s “Wan Xi Sha”

  5. When we meet, our emotions run deep, wishing we could have met earlier. Having met countless people, none are as good as her. - Shi Jiu Jian’s “Bu Suan Zi: To the Courtesan Le Wanhang”

  1. This body has become a mound of dirt in the wild, leaving only traces of tears. - Lu You’s “Two Poems from Shen Garden”

  2. The sorrow of parting under the honeysuckle tree remains, but deep inside lies a secret lover. - Wen Tingyun’s “Two Poems of Southern Songs”

  3. Truly, this sorrow is felt by all, regardless of wealth or poverty. - Yuan Zhen’s “Farewell Mourning, Three Poems: No. 2”

  4. Spring nights are filled with the moon, illuminating falling blossoms of someone in departure. - Zhang Bi’s “Sending Off”

  5. The East wind gradually brings greenness to the willows of West Lake, but the geese have returned and the person has not yet come back from the south. The most crucial matter, breaking the blooming plum blossoms, is difficult to send in a letter of longing. - Zhou Mi’s “Gao Yang Tai”

  1. If life could remain as it was when we first met, why would the autumn wind lament behind the painted fan? - Nalan Xingde’s “Mu Lan Hua: A Letter to a Friend in the Style of an Ancient Desperate Poem”

  2. From then on, the sounds of the world became quiet. The spring mountain is like indigo, the grass is like smoke. - Huang Jingren’s “Feeling Nostalgic”

  3. The life of a goddess was originally a dream, and the residence of a young girl was never meant for a lover. - Li Shangyin’s “Untitled”

  4. Pity the fickleness of human emotions, as thin as clouds and water. Beautiful encounters are hard to come by again. Deliberating deeply, it’s clear that a broken heart can be found in many places, but it won’t be the same as before. - Yan Jidao’s “Youthful Wanderings”

  5. On this year’s Lantern Festival, the moon and the lanterns remain the same. Not seeing the people from last year, tears stain my spring clothes. - Ouyang Xiu’s “Sheng Cha Zi: Yuanxi”

  1. The apricot blossoms on the jade bridge are now mere memories, as people disappear and only the flowing water remains. - Qin Guan’s “Jiang Cheng Zi: West City Willow Plays Spring Softly”

  2. After parting, longing is as vast as a body of water. Looking back, it feels like three lifetimes have passed. - Huang Jingren’s “Feeling Nostalgic”

  3. Unknowingly, my soul has been broken, and only dreams continue to accompany me. - Wei Zhuang’s “Nv Guan Zi: April 17”

  4. This feeling has already turned into a memory, like the scattered mandarin ducks. The rain stops, leaving a coolness in the air, reminiscent of an ephemeral dream from eleven years ago. - Nalan Xingde’s “Cai Sang Zi”

  5. I long for someone far away in a distant land. I am deeply affected by a matter that lies deep within me. - Bai Juyi’s “Night Rain”

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A state of loneliness, confusion in constant change.

Today, while scrolling through my phone, I came across a sentence:

A lonely white rabbit, walking east while looking back west.

I didn’t feel much when I read it before, but it suddenly struck a chord with me today.

“Lonely” in this context means being alone and having no one to rely on.

What does it look like? Walking east but constantly looking back west, that’s when that sense of loneliness arises.

Why does it happen?

It could be due to confusion, not knowing where to go, or simply not wanting to go but having no choice.

The next line is, “Clothes are not as new, people are not the same.”

According to the common interpretation:

This poem was originally found in the book “Tai Ping Yulan”, volume 689, titled “Ancient Erotic Songs”, without an author’s name. In editions selected by people from the Ming and Qing dynasties, it is often attributed to Dou Xuan’s wife, titled “Ancient Melancholy Song”.

In volume 30 of “Yi Wen Lei Ju”, it is recorded that Dou Xuan’s wife’s story goes as follows: “Dou Xuan, from the Later Han dynasty, possessed a unique appearance, and the emperor married a princess to him. His previous wife wrote him a farewell letter, saying: ‘Abandoned wife, dismissed daughter, I respectfully present this to Dou Sheng. I am lowly and vulgar, not comparable to a noblewoman. I am already far away, while she is already close. Where can I turn to for solace, looking up to the heavens. Oh, Dou Sheng, how tragic! Clothes are no longer new, people are no longer the same. How can this sorrow be endured, this resentment not dissipate? Who is that person alone, residing in this place?'” However, it never mentioned that Dou Xuan’s wife wrote this song. This information is still sourced from “Tai Ping Yulan”.

This poem is a poem by a forsaken woman. The first two lines metaphorically describe herself being abandoned and still longing for her former lover. The next two lines try to convince her former lover to remember the past.

Looking at it more broadly, it doesn’t necessarily have to be about a scorned woman, a parting, or being forced. The emotion conveyed is universal.

Leaving a familiar place, walking while constantly looking around, however,

Everything seems boundless, the breeze shakes hundreds of grasses.

Encountering unfamiliar things, how can one not age quickly?

This is a state that everyone experiences in life, and perhaps it’s our entire existence. Nothing is eternal, everything is in constant flux. We are surrounded by unfamiliar things, and that sense of confusion can lead to immense sorrow.

Going to Great Lengths

Speaking in nonsensical dreams and reciting poetry, the sentences that wake you up, a pinch, a kick, a scratch, going to great lengths, allowing you to instantly experience the joy of speaking gibberish.

One day, you and I will each have our own families, one wife, two concubines, three or four children. Over five or six years, the world will change dramatically, and the past will become nothing but old dreams. Only two or three remnants of youthful recklessness will remain, memories of old age that serve as nothing more than laughter.

Just as you are enjoying life to the fullest, you discover something under the bed. It’s fine to have ideals, but please don’t talk nonsense. The consequences are severe.

If you are lying on the ground, don’t get up just yet. There is still a chance to remedy the situation, then recite another poem.

At the end of prosperity, find an uninhabited valley, build a wooden cottage, lay a small path of bluestones, and live a peaceful life with you, surrounded by the sound of morning bells and evening drums.

At this point, an interlude can be added. Rubbing my eyes, “Where am I? Just now, the Chinese teacher asked us to recite verses and I spoke too softly. I’ll get scolded for sure.”

If you’re not satisfied yet, there are alternative verses to choose from.

  1. I would give up three lifetimes of fireworks for the bewildering beauty of one lifetime with you. It is all because of catching your one glance that I am constantly thinking of you from morning till night.

  2. One city, one person. One lantern, one fireworks display. One ancient tree, one lingering fragrance of snow jade. One person glances back, one lifetime of prosperity without blemish.

  3. Even if a million catastrophes befall us, even if lovesickness seeps into our bones, I will still treat you as if it were the first time we laid eyes on each other, as timeless as the passing years.

  4. Though only a brief moment of surprise to me, to you, it is like a gentle breeze passing by your fingertips.

  5. The picturesque landscape is no match for the vermilion mark between your brows. Empty words mean nothing, yet I am willing to believe that you would overthrow the world for me.

A Heartache

  1. I have a jug of wine, enough to console the weary soul.
  • Looking back, I now suffer from severe fatty liver disease.
  1. If life were as it was when we first met, we would have thought it was ordinary.
  • Instead, we have become each other’s exes.
  1. There are trees on the mountains, but these trees have no branches. My heart delights in you, but you are unaware.
  • Don’t send me a wedding invitation when you get married.
  1. Wind sweeps away fragrant sand, time ages like old wine.
  • The crossroads of middle age.
  1. No concerns but for the white tea’s pure joy, I am waiting for the wind, waiting for you.

Being alone with plain wine is dull, I dream of flowers, and I dream of you.

  • The unfinished love between a person and a ghost.

A Broad Mind Determines the Landscape


A broad mind determines the landscape, Height determines the vision, Angle changes the perspective, Scale grasps life, The domain determines the territory.


Life is nothing more than a process, Glory is like morning dew on flowers, wealth is like frost on grass, You can’t bring life when you’re born, you can’t take anything when you die, What are you proud of? What are you disappointed about? Go with the flow, accept whatever comes your way, Be as carefree as the clouds, as relaxed as flowing water, That is the attitude life should have.


Time is a wonderful thing, Forgiving the unforgivable, Getting over the unovercome past, Maybe occasionally reminiscing the beauty of the past, But people always have to learn to look forward.


Learn magnanimity from Taoism, Learn tranquility from Buddhism, Learn righteousness from Confucianism.


In life, we must balance two things: “What I want” and “What I should”… Everyone wants a life where they can do whatever they want, But as we watch our parents grow old, shouldn’t we take on some responsibilities that we should? Young people should shoulder more responsibilities and be less willful.


Life is like a game of chess, Not all moves lead to victory, not all retreats lead to defeat, When it’s time to get what you deserve, don’t hesitate, go for it decisively; When it’s time to retreat, let go and don’t regret it. Plan with magnanimity, assess the situation, Be clear-headed in the details, be cautious and tidy.


Life is long yet fleeting, Each day is a limited edition, Do not let down any given day, It is the best account for the future, Enjoy the beauty of life to the fullest, Constantly enrich the essence of life, The life you desire depends on yourself.


Walking on the path of life, There is no need to envy those who are high up, There is no need to look down on those who are behind, Because success is not the height of life, But the speed of life, It is right under our feet at this moment, Getting closer the further we walk.


What determines one’s personal image, Is not just in appearance, but also in temperament; What determines the reputation of a painting, Is not just in craftsmanship, but also in craftsmanship.


The worst thing in life is to care about everything, But not being able to hold onto anything. Lost scenery, scattered companions, Unattainable desires, Are all residing at the end of fate. Why hold on too tightly? What needs to come will come naturally, what needs to leave cannot be kept. Let go of attachments, living with detached mind is the best life. It was not the world that chose you, But you chose this world, Since there is no pure land, it’s better to be calm; Since wishes may not come true, it’s better to be content.

Tear-jerking Verses

  1. I sing, you dance, both in misery. - Chen Shidao “Drinking Alone on New Year’s Eve”

  2. I also know the price of talent, lost for twenty-three years. - Bai Juyi “Drunkenly Inscribing an Epitaph for Ambassador Liu Twenty-eight”

  3. One day of favor, a hundred years of mistake. - Bai Juyi “Drawing Water from the Well: To Stop an Adulterer”

  4. A lifetime of worries, a dream of nothingness. - Chen Shidao “Drinking Alone on New Year’s Eve”

  5. At twenty, I am not satisfied, my heart only mourns for withering orchids. - Li He “Chant of Sorrow”

Poems and verses that make people unable to hold back their tears, each word resonating with heartache.

  1. White hair, born from the distant river. Several people, their lanterns fading in the dusk. - Wang Shouren “In Rain, Harmonizing with Du Rhyme”

  2. Heart, like ash, body, like an untethered boat. - Su Shi “Self-Portrayal on Golden Mountain Paintings”

  3. Bones exposed in the wild, a thousand miles without a crow’s cry. One out of a hundred people, remembering it breaks their heart. - Cao Cao “Through the Wastes”

  4. Too sensitive, too emotional, still too troubled, amidst the delights of the tower. Toasting when we encounter each other, joyful moments become empty with a single smile. - Su Shi “Picking Mulberries: Meeting Sun Juyuan at the Ruin Tower”

  5. But poets often have tragic fates, among them, none compare to yours. - Bai Juyi “Li Bai’s Tomb”

Poems and verses that make people unable to hold back their tears, each word resonating with heartache.

  1. Afraid to talk about distant things, instead let the children recite Flower Gathering. - Liu Kezhuang “River Rouge: A Sudden Stir in the Night Rain Spurs Military Spirits”

  2. Overwhelmed with joy, speechless, only able to smile once the tears are gone. I now know it’s not a dream, but my heart is unsettled. - Chen Shidao “To My Three Sons”

  3. Suppressing tears, the envoy asked, “When will the Six Armies truly arrive?” - Fan Chengda “Zhou Bridge”

  4. Through endless years of life and death departure, the soul has never come to visit in dreams. - Bai Juyi “Song of Everlasting Sorrow”

  5. I too have drifted for so long, ten years have passed. Deep gratitude repaid, life and death, teacher and friend. - Gu Zhengguan “Two Golden-threaded Melodies”

Poems and verses that make people unable to hold back their tears, each word resonating with heartache.

  1. Aimless, ten years have passed, leaning on my cane, counting crows. - Chen Yuyi “Reflecting at the Imperial Examination Hall”

  2. You awake early, I dream myself, endless weeping under the eaves, in the night rain, the tolling bells. - Nalan Rongruo “Southern Village: An Inscription for a Deceased Woman”

  3. Bitter when young, bitter when old, how to endure the bitterness of youth and old age together? - Bai Juyi “The White-Haired Man of Shangyang”

  4. Hearing about elder statesmen of the Central Plains, I often look south and see emerald standards and banners. When a traveler arrives here, a loyal anger fills their heart. Tears flow like a river. - Zhang Xiaoxiang “Song of the Six States: Gazing Back at Changhuai”

  5. Heartbroken, the moon shines on red cardamom. The moon seems like it did back then, but are the people the same as they were? - Nalan Xingde “Clouds Wisp in the Ears”

Poems and verses that make people unable to hold back their tears, each word resonating with heartache.

  1. Who accompanies me, sitting alone in the bright window? Only my shadow, just the two of us. As the lamp flame wants to sleep, my shadow also dodges. No, no, what a pitiful me. - Xiang Hao “Dreamlike Tune”

  2. Haven’t you seen visitors from other provinces? Along the road to Chang’an, with each return, we grow a little older. - Bai Juyi “The Road to Chang’an”

  3. Sound should reach the heavens, tears should soak springs. The deceased fear they are unaware, but I have always pitied myself. - Chen Shidao “My Ill-Fated Life”

  4. A lifetime spent waiting culminates in this day, but no one remains to witness the setting sun. - Chen Yinke “Remembering My Old Residence”

  5. In life, there is an end to each performance, and in death, what matters death’s domain? The world of the living and dead appear the same, only drifting in a foreign land. - Tang Bohu “Final Poem”

Poems and verses that make people unable to hold back their tears, each word resonating with heartache.

  1. In an instant, dust on the carriage grows from tall branches. On the side of the road, by the tower, all grow old in the dust. - Wang Guowei “Butterfly in Love with Flowers”

  2. Traveling south, returning north, aging alone, old friends are scarce. - He Zhu “Returning on the Fishing Boat: Verdant Spring Deeply Stains My Clothes”

  3. Mournful cries at heavy springs go unheard, mournful rain, all return home. - Bai Juyi “Contemplating the Wilderness on Cold Food Day”

  4. From old to new, beneath Mount Beimang’s road, here, heroes are forgotten amidst yellow dust. Bitterly lamenting life’s long hatred in the east. Whose ghost shares my thoughts? Gazing afar, seeing migrating geese return. - Yuan Haowen “Imperial River Immortal: Composed Along the Road from Luoyang to Mengjing”

  5. The affairs of youth are like the clouds, who cares about my lonely and desolate state? - Li He “A Toast in Anticipation”

Sadness and Disappointment

  1. In the Southern Dynasty, there are countless heartbreaking matters, singing the Back Courtyard Flowers. - Wu Ji, “People and Moon Round: Southern Dynasty’s Countless Heartbreaking Matters”

  2. The morning breeze does not disperse thousands of worries, the overnight rain adds another trace of tears. - Cao Xueqin, “Song of White Crabapple”

  3. Countless skilled painters in the world, but unable to create a piece of heartbreaking painting. - Gao Chan, “Jinling Evening View”

  4. Looking east at the homeland, the road seems endless, tears flowing despite the Dragon Bell on both sleeves. - Cen Shen, “Meeting the Imperial Envoys”

  5. Affectionate peonies hold spring tears, powerless roses lie on morning branches. - Qin Guan, “Spring Day”

  6. The double eyebrows of cassia leaves haven’t been painted for a long time, leftover makeup and tears stain the red silk. - Jiang Caiping, “Thanks for the Gift of Pearls”

  7. Countless heartbreaks, Qinhuai River illuminated by a bright moon! - Sulu, “Thinking of Nü Jiao: Climbing the Stone City in the Style of Su Dongpo”

  8. When will we cut the west window candle together, and speak of the rainy night in Bashan. - Li Shangyin, “Night Rain Sent North”

  9. Do not be a foolish victim of love in this world, nowhere in the human realm does longing find a place. - Kuang Zhouyi, “Reduced Characters in the Stream Sand”

  10. But sorrow pounds the fragrant cassia oars, the sorrowful song of Liang Fu, tears flowing like rain. - Zhu Dunru, “Dragon Boat Song: Sailing Thousands of Miles Against the Waves”

  11. Pitiful bones by the uncertain river, still the person in the dream of the spring chamber. - Chen Tao, “Travels in Longxi”

  12. Sitting under the moon on a leisurely night, the recluse playing a plain zither. Suddenly hearing a sorrowful tune, like a cold pine’s chant. Snow falling on delicate hands, clear and empty heart in green water. The promised time has long passed, in this world, there are no understanding ears. - Li Bai, “Listening to Lu Zishun Playing the Zither on a Moonlit Night”

  13. Green spring waves under the bridge of heartbreak, once shining with the reflection of a startle swan. - Lu You, “Two Poems in Shenyuan”

  14. Everything changes, but we remain the same, wanting to speak but tears flow first. - Li Qingzhao, “Wuling Spring: Late Spring”

  15. The beautiful morning is still chilly, the hidden table is desolate, and the hat of Dai He hovers in silence. - Du Fu, “Shao Han Shizhouzhongzuo”

  16. Leaving a message in the wine market of Dongyang, getting drunk once, now the joy belongs to tears of another year. - Zhu Fu, “Proud Fisherman: Light Rain, Gentle Wind”

  17. Unaware in the dream that one is a guest, indulging in worldly pleasures for a moment. - Li Yu, “Lantao Sandling”

  18. Parting sorrows gradually disappear, long and uninterrupted like spring water. - Ouyang Xiu, “Treading on Sha: Remains of Plum Blossoms”

  19. The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, but it is only near dusk. - Li Shangyin, “Climbing the Leyou Plains”

  20. Holding onto duties diligently for a long time, yet feeling regretful when departing. Poor family without servants, officials ascending to the bedchamber. Clothes hidden inside a case, medicinal herbs drying on the front step. Who knows the order of things, all is well-planned. Still expecting my return in old age, how to console my troubled heart? - Wei Yingwu, “A Reply to Minister Pei’s Presentation on Returning to the Capital”

  21. Withdrawing the sword stops the flow of water, raising a cup only increases sorrow. - Li Bai, “Farewell at the Xuanzhou Inn: Farewell to the Chief Scribe Shu Yun”

  22. The joys and sorrows of parting are ultimately heartless, letting them linger before the stairs until daybreak. - Jiang Jie, “Yumeiren: Listening to the Rain”

  23. Tears by the pillow, raindrops on the windowsill, separated by a window dripping into the morning light. - Nie Shengqiong, “Zhenge Tian: Farewell Affection”

  24. Cold Food Festival, watching the spring outside the Guo residence, the common people have nowhere to not worry. - Yunbiao, “Cold Food Poem”

  25. Never shedding tears in life, but shedding boundlessly here. - Li Bai, “Leaving Jiangxia: Farewell to Song Zhi Yi”

  26. The postal pavilion is unattended, listening to the constant noise from the eaves, drowsiness gradually taking hold. - Zhou Bangyan, “Grand Celebration: Yue Diao Chunyu”

  27. February has surpassed March, gradually aging as spring returns. - Du Fu, “Nine Poems on a Whim”

  28. Tonight’s victory is unrivaled, lying down to watch the stars, completely at ease. - Chen Yuyi, “Rainy Clear Weather: The Sky is Incomplete, and the Jiang River is Clear”

  29. The army hears it and within there is worry, the people hear it and become fearful. - Wang Pan, “The Emperor: Ode to the Trumpet”

  30. Do not live a life of sentimental foolishness, the human realm has no place for lovesickness. - Li Bai, “The Scholar Has No Thoughts: Actions”

  31. After separation, empty thoughts are like water, looking back already entwined for three lives. - Huang Jingren, “Feeling Old”

  32. The charming face, standing silently, wordless with tears, heartbreakingly refusing to turn and look back. - Liu Yong, “Picking Lotus: Gathering of the Moonlight”

  33. On a night with an eastern wind, tears hidden at the pillow, countless sorrows. - Zeng Yunyuan, “Dianjiangchun: One Night Eastern Wind”

  34. Dust of years, a dream of Huzhou, still meeting like before. Eyes promise while hearts connect, just a glimmer of understanding. Searching for spring, I regret the late arrival, spring matters have turned to naught. Annoyed by the east wind, green has faded and sparse shade falls along with the red. - Wang Ji, “Cai Sangzi: A Dream of Ten Years of Dust of Huzhou”

  35. Yellow flowers are not heartless objects, they also share the virtuous character of a gentleman. - Yu Qian, “Passing by the Chujian Pavilion”

  36. The wave of wheat rolls in the clear wind, the lingering sorrow of spring seems to knock. - Nalan Xingde, “Sihe Xiang: The Wave of Wheat Rolls in the Clear Wind”

  37. Under the Great Levee, missed the appointment, tears flow southward. - Li Bai, “The Great Levee Tune”

  38. A cup of wine for peach and plum blossoms, a night of rain for the rivers and lakes. - Huang Tingjian, “Sending a Letter to Ji Fu”

  39. Pitiful bones by the uncertain river, still the person in the dream of the spring chamber. - Chen Tao, “Travels in Longxi”

  40. After the old days, the smoke and mist remain, worries about the lake, rain and sorrow fill the heart. - Wu Wengying, “Crossing the River Clouds for the Third Time: West Lake in Clear Brightness”

  41. Wait until the moon rises in the evening, still feeling heartbroken. - Cheng Gai, “Fortune Telling Song: Alone Ascending the Tower”

  42. Had I known it would tie my heart this way, it would be better to never have met. - Li Bai, “Autumn Wind Ci”

  43. The boundless sky and earth, but tears involuntarily fall. - Chen Ziang, “Song of the Yuzhou Tower”

  44. A lamp in the well deep, the candle of love that no one needs. - Wen Tingyun, “South Song Ci: Newly Added Sheng Yang Liu Branch Ci”

  45. When were pine nuts planted, to hear the sound of pine trees in this place. The sound of the waves returns, the mountains empty, the night bright. A bowl of wine is troublesome, playing it nine times is timely and clear. If only I were like the old man with a white beard, continuously accompanying it. - Zhang Yu, “In Response to the Imperial Scholar Listening to the Pine Breeze Pavilion”

  46. The clear moon tower stands high, wine enters the sorrowful heart, turning into tears of longing. - Fan Zhongyan, “Suzhou Shutting Umbrellas”

  47. Covered in blood and tears, and dust, returning home after chaos is also lamentable. - Gao Qi, “Sending Mr. Chen back to the Provincial Tomb”

  48. On the pillow, three in the morning, raindrops keep falling. - Li Qingzhao, “Adding Words to Ugly Slave: Who Planted the Banana Tree in Front of the Window”

  49. Longing for a joyful meeting, tears fall like hail. - Xie Tao, “Late Climb the Three Mountains and Look Back at the Capital City”

  50. If only I knew it would entangle my heart so, why did we ever meet? - Li Bai, “Autumn Wind Lyrics”

  51. Secretly shedding tears on the pillow, secretly broken-hearted amidst the flowers. - Yu Xuanji, “Gift to the Neighbor Girl”

  52. Never experienced lovesickness before, only felt it after experiencing it, causing even more lovesickness. - Xu Zaisi, “Zhui Mei Ling”

  53. Blushing sleeves hide the sun, melancholy spring makeup is applied lazily. - Yu Xuanji, “Gift to the Neighbor Girl”

  54. A cup of wine bidding farewell to spring, the night rain keeping the lamp lit for ten years. - Huang Tingjian, “Sending Huangjifu”

  55. Fallen flowers are not heartless, transforming into spring mud to protect the flowers. - Gong Zizhen, “Jihai Miscellaneous Poems: Part Five”

  56. Liu Si-hu’s tears fell as he said farewell in the countryside. - Li Shangyin, “Crying for Liu Sihu Fan Ci”

  57. Suddenly, the northern wind blows, yellow clouds clear and the white sun darkens. - Li Qi, “Listening to An Wanshan Play the Suona and Sing”

  58. Red beans are unbearable to look at, tears of lovesickness fill the eyes. - Niu Xiji, “Shengchazi: Moon Melody Recitatives”

  59. Willow leaves wrinkle as the song goes, pear blossoms and tears pour. - Huang Tingjian, “Nan Ge Zi: Huai Green, Low Window, Dark”

  60. Life and death are vast and endless, not considering it is difficult to forget. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, no place to talk about the heartbreak. - Su Shi, “River City Song: Dream of the Third Watch of the Night in the First Month of the Yiyao Year”

  61. Late at night, dreams of youthful matters, crying with mascara and red eyes. - Bai Juyi, “Pipa Xing”

  62. Forgetful of time and place, feeling sorrowful tears. - Yu Qian, “Spring Feeling”

  63. From today on, I no longer have the heart to love these beautiful nights, letting the moonlight fall on the West Tower. - Li Yi, “Writing of Love”

  64. Don’t talk about the half page, but it can bear countless sorrows. - Ou Yangxiu, “Yuluochan: Zenggu Ci”

  65. Who says a heartbreaking painting cannot be completed? Painting a person’s heart follows the world’s emotions. - Wei Zhuang, “Jinling Map”

  66. Emaciated and sorrowful for years, desolate and increasingly self-pitying. Wind authority invades diseased bones, rain air stifles melancholy. Night tripod is only used for medicine, morning whiskers half dyed with frost. Previous karma is nothing like this, who can inquire about the empty king? - Li Yu, “Feeling and Reflection during Illness”

  67. Quietly shedding tears at night, rouge and tears hidden. - Wu Wengying, “Dianjiangchun: Trying Out the Lantern, Night Just Clearing”

  68. In the deep shadow of the heavy curtain, lying in bed during the long night, constantly moving. - Li Shangyin, “No Title: In the Deep Shadow of the Heavy Curtain”

  69. Days and nights are endless, this grudge has no definitive period. - Bai Juyi, “Chang Hen Ge”

  70. Do not speak of just half a sheet, ten thousand pounds of lovesick burden. - Chen Pengjie, “Jiwaier: Incompletion”

  71. In the distance, mountains and rivers are empty, fallen flowers, wind and rain, and the heart is even more saddened. - Yan Shu, “Huanxi: Emotion of Autumn”

  72. Sorrow immediately freezes in the deep palace, washing up as the night lengthens. - Wu Wengying, “Yanqingdu: Autumn Feeling”

  73. The Qin woman’s furrowed eyebrows face the moon, a melancholy red belt that remains damp. - Wen Tingyun, “Xichang Lake: Yearning for Spring”

  74. This life, good times and good scenery are all fleeting, yet the sorrows linger. No matter how many joys and sorrows exist, who can I talk to? - Liu Yong, “Yu Lin Ling: Cold Cicada Pierces the Heart”

  75. Enter the gate of my longing and understand my bitter sorrow. Longing is long and endless, short longing is infinite. - Li Bai, “Three-Five-Seven Syllables”

  76. An empty bed listens to the southern window rain, who again will light the lamp to mend torn clothes! - He Zhu, “Half Dead Paulownia”

Spring Festival Gala and Fragrant Lotus

  1. “Wuling Spring: Spring Festival Gala” by Li Qingzhao

The wind stops, the fragrance of the dust, and the flowers are exhausted, and in the evening, one feels tired combing the hair.

Things remain the same, but people have changed. All matters come to an end, and tears flow before words are spoken.

I heard that the double creek is still beautiful in spring, and I plan to take a light boat trip. But I fear that the double creek boat cannot carry so much sorrow.

  1. “A Twig of Plum Blossoms: Fragrant Lotus in the Waning Autumn” by Li Qingzhao

The fragrance of the red lotus lingers as the jade mat of autumn unfolds.

I gently untie the silk robe and ascend the orchid boat alone.

Who sends a silk letter in the clouds? When the wild geese return with their messages, the moon is full above the western tower.

Flowers wither and fall, and water flows freely.

One kind of longing, but two different sorrows.

This emotion cannot be eliminated by any means. It only falls from my brow and rises in my heart.

Love at First Sight

If life were only like the first encounter, why would the autumn wind sadden the painted fan?

Sad Poetry Lines:

  1. Who says a sad heart cannot create art? Through art, one can capture the emotions and feelings of the world. - Wei Zhuang, “The Golden City”

  2. Enter the door of my longing, understand my bitter longing. Longing for you endlessly, even short moments create infinite longing. - Li Bai, “Three, Five, Seven Word Poem”

  3. Sorrow lingers, as the faint sunset fades away. - Wu Wenying, “Feeling of Autumn”

  4. In the morning, lonely and cold, I make my way through the waves and rain. - Wu Wenying, “Crossing the River, Clouds Crossing”

  5. I lament the missed meeting, tears falling like hail. - Xie Tiao, “Looking Back at the Capital Mountains at Sunset”

  6. Her delicate face, standing silently, tears in her eyes, heartbroken, reluctantly turns back. - Liu Yong, “Picking Lotus Song, Moonlight Palace”

  7. The wheat waves in the clear wind, the willows sway in the lingering spring. - Nalan Xingde, “Four and Fragrant, Wheat Waves in the Clear Wind”

  8. The sadness of a thousand generations, the Qinhuai River illuminated by the bright moon! - Sadula, “Thinking of Slave Beauty, Climbing the Stone City and Reciting East Slope Rhyme”

  9. Things have changed, people have changed, everything rests. When we try to speak, tears flow first. - Li Qingzhao, “Wuling Spring, Spring Evening”

  10. Under the great embankment of our promised meeting, tears flow like southward clouds. - Li Bai, “Great Embankment Tune”

  11. Infinite new sorrows, difficult to express in front of the wind. - Wu Wenying, “Dotting Vermilion Lips, Seeing Plum Blossoms Across the Mountain”

  12. The tears shed in the spring river are countless, endless sorrows. - Qin Guan, “Jiangchengzi, West City Willow Plays Tender Spring”

  13. Leaning alone against the painted railing, the quiet chime mourns and flute accompanies the sunset. - Cao Xueqin, “Ode to the White Crabapples”

  14. Full of poetry and books, ancient and modern, years of exile easily bring sorrow. - Yuwen Xuzhong, “In the Golden Sun, Second Selection”

  15. Bright eyes and white teeth, who can see them again? Only the paintings retain traces of tears. - Su Shi, “Lady Su of Guo State’s Night Outing Painting”

  16. Tomorrow, near Chang’an, the guest’s heart is still filled with sorrow. - Nalan Xingde, “Bodhisattva’s Lament, White Day Frightens the Winter”

  17. After a few desolate days, a desolate scene in forbidden smoke. - Yan Shu, “Untitled, Oil Wall Fragrant Carriage No Longer Meets”

  18. Who says we bravely crossed the river with a whip, remembering the past when the ox was covered in blood, and the wind and rain saddened the Buddha’s grief. - Xin Qiji, “Watermelon Song, Boat Docking in Yangzhou to the Tune of a Poem with Someone”

  19. The insensitivity of things, the change of people, everything comes to rest. The desire to speak leads to tears. - Li Qingzhao, “Wuling Spring, Spring Evening”

  20. Under the great embankment of our promised meeting, tears flow towards the southern clouds. - Li Bai, “Great Embankment Tune”

  21. The copper tray, the tears have flowed completely, the misty dew dampens the clothes. - Zhou Bongyang, “Night Flying Crows, Escorting at the River Bridge”

  22. The pair of swallows fly by, will we meet on the path? Disheveled spring sorrows flutter like willow flakes. - Feng Yansi, “Magpie Treading Branches, For a Few Days Clouds Travel Where?”

  23. No one weaves embroidered quilted armor, who will forge the golden whip? - Li He, “Twenty-Three Horse Poems, No. 1”

  24. The world’s situations are thin, human emotions are evil, rain sends the twilight flowers to fall easily. - Tang Wan, “Phoenix Head Phoenix, The World’s Situations Are Thin”

  25. After the heartache of losing someone, new poems are left abandoned. - Li Beng, “Han Palace Spring, Plum Blossom”

  26. If you take the road of fame and fortune, and I remain in obscurity, how can we overcome our differences and be together? - Cao Zhi, “Moon Rising Above the High Tower”

  27. Many new ghosts cry out in battle, and I grieve alone as an old man sings. - Du Fu, “Facing the Snow”

  28. From now on, it may be years before the perfect opportunity arises. Even if there are thousands of emotions, who can I share them with? - Liu Yong, “Rain and Bell”

  29. Don’t tie the willow branches in front of the carved saddle, the jade face is lonely and sees the shame of the flowers, the cold wind blows after the evening rain. - Qiao Ji, “Spring Boudoir Yarn, Don’t Tie the Willow Branches”

  30. When I turned twenty, I was discontented, my heart filled with sorrow, like a withered orchid. - Li He, “Song of Opening Sorrow”

  31. Infinite sorrow, withering to the point of exhaustion, who knows? I casually teach the jade cage parrot to recite your poems. - Nalan Xingde, “Happy Encounter, Falling Flowers Dream Confused”

  32. Last year, the military’s food was expensive, this year, cheap rice greatly harms the farmers. - Du Fu, “Going to Bed Early”

  33. Forget all past sorrows, where will the new sorrows find a foothold? Thin snow leaves a trace on the corner of the wall, green calyxes have already lost their petals. - Wang Tingyun, “Visiting Golden Gate, Double Magpies”

  34. A new makeup suits a face beneath a vermilion building, spring beauty locked away brings only sorrow. - Liu Yuxi, “Spring Ci with Happy Pleasure”

  35. Sending you off in September towards the north, tears fill my clothes in the snow. - Cen Sen, “Sending Cui Zi Back to the Capital”

  36. Who saw on the Tingzhou coast, the sorrow in my white skirt. - Liu Changqing, “Farewell to Wang Eleven Traveling South”

  37. Urged on by clear tears, awakening from a lonely dream, once again choosing deep branches to fly towards. - Lu You, “Magpie Bridge Fairy, Hearing the Cuckoo at Night”

  38. Full of sorrow, bones ache, but the night bit by bit infiltrates the ash of the gold threads. - Shi Dazu, “Partridge Sky, Leaning on the Willow Railing Gazing and Waiting”

  39. A red apricot flower blooms over the wall, and beyond the wall a passerby laments in solitude. - Wu Rong, “Seeing Apricot Blossoms on the Way”

  40. Joyful festivals like Qingming, laughter among peach and plum trees, but the wild fields and desolate tombs bring only sorrow. - Huang Tingjian, “Qingming”

  41. After the banquet, the beautiful maidens disperse, while I am left feeling desolate, watching the moon on the Yangtze River. - Wei Zhuang, “Accompanying the Night Banquet of the Prefect of Jinling”

  42. Tonight, what night is it, seeing this beloved person. - Anonymous, “Poetry Classic, Tang Style, Chou Miao”

  43. The red lotus leans on, as if drunk, the white bird is silent, feeling sorrow on its own. - Xin Qiji, “Partridge Sky, Dancing in the Goose Lake”

  44. Wind and rain trap sorrow in an unknown place, nightingales linger on the four walls. - Anonymous, “Jiangjiang Moon, Sending Farewells by the River”

  45. The talented poet is heartless, why doesn’t he collect his unfinished yearnings? - Li Qingzhao, “Partridge Sky, Osmanthus Flower”

  46. The tip of the eyebrow already knows the taste of sorrow, the shy and timid has yet to understand matters of the heart. - Huang Gongdu, “Bodhisattva’s Lament, The Tip of the Eyebrow Already Knows the Taste of Sorrow”

  47. Infinite talented painters in the world, but cannot create a single heartbroken painting. - Gao Chan, “View of Jinling at Sunset”

  48. I am infinitely emotional, but you are always emotionless. I feel as if our love cannot be fulfilled. - Du Mu, “Parting”

  49. Though full of affection, it seems to show no emotion. I only feel that in front of the wine cup, laughter is impossible. - Du Mu, “Farewell”

  50. Hidden among the cold rain and morning chill, how can I still be with the apricot flowers? - Nalan Xingde, “Wanxi Sand, Crouching Rain Morning Cold Can’t Bear Sorrow”

  51. Tears fall as the red lacquer drips, while the Wuchan River is filled with grief. - Yan Jiji, “Broken Battle Array, Under the Willow Song and Dance Courtyard”

  52. Jiang E weeps beside the bamboo, Li Ping plays the Chinese zither. - Li He, “Li Ping Playing the Guzheng Introduc