Author of quotes: Li Yu

And I would like to know
How much grief still
In this life hard
I bear it could.
So immense she
As the spring river,
What razlicici,
Flows and flows to the East!

The wanderer's dream - one only consolation,
To forget about the troubles and hardships.
The flowers fell off. Their river sped away.
All your end has from the beginning.

Native lands not to return me again.
Far away, lost, road...
And growing and growing anxiety,
As the grass on the meadows in the spring.

Mountains ridge
And even ridge,
The high sky above them.
In the haze of the transparent cold flow,
The boat, like the maple leaf,
In another side of the persecuted.
Blooming chrysanthemum
And withered.
I goose winged
To return from the Outpost in a hurry before dark.
The wind behind the curtain. The moon rises.
And I only no refunds.

Scissors will not cut
A cruel separation anxiety.
The more I lament,
The more confusion covered.
Or maybe something else-
Cause mental anguish,
In the depths
Heart had long been hiding?..

So happened that people
Sadness is destined from birth,
She is like a stream of endless,
Always committed to the East.

Dim month. Mist on the flowers
Barely noticeable cast strand.
This evening as then,
To a secret meeting to look.
As it was hard for me to come.
And leave and harder...
My desirable, I beg you.
Be nice and play nice!

Than impatiently waiting for the reward, the longer it comes. And when the passions cease to burn, what's left is the ashes, when desires fade and disappear feelings, then suddenly comes the reward.

Those that have will have
To be like a mountain, strong and high.
It is impossible that the life-like murky water,
Obediently flowed to the lower reaches of the river.

True sorrow words can not Express, the real pain does not feel.

Carnal passion of a man as big as the Sky, but his soul trembles like a frightened mouse.