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"Yu Jia Li" by Gu Kui in the Five Dynasties: "Yu Lang still doesn't return, teaching people to chase flowers around the cape." Mao Kun teased: "Love flies, dreaming of traveling to Yuhuan." Body-bone sentence: Jin Yangfang's "Acacia Poetry": "Life is a body, and death is coffin ash." Li Bai's Long March: "But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and smiled, knowing that no dust can seal our love." Du Fu's "Zheng Sima Tai Chi meets the same drink": "The crane sends a thousand stems of snow, and the heart of Dan is one inch gray." Li Shangyin's "With Han Lu, Send the Guifei to the Taoist": "If you loved Han Linglang at that time, you must bury your bones and hate it." Four untitled poems: "Does the human heart have to bloom in spring like all other flowers?" Even if this bright flame of love, should it only be ashes? "Poems of deja vu by Qing Tan Stone": "Xu Jiaxin repents and wishes to become a bone." This kind of participation and use is to love to death.