Collection of Jiang Kui's Ci
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Wu Songzuo, who has dyed crimson lips but has not passed the winter
The swallows and geese are careless and follow the clouds to the west bank of Taihu Lake.
Several peaks are clear and bitter, and it rains at dusk.
Beside the fourth bridge, it is planned that Tian Sui will live there. What's going on today?
Pinglan is nostalgic for the past. The remaining willows dance unevenly.
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There is something happening on Yuanxi in the Partridge Sky Dream.
The fertilizing water flows eastward endlessly. At first it was not the same kind of lovesickness.
In my dream, I saw nothing like the blue sky, and I was suddenly startled by the cry of mountain birds in the secret.
The spring is not yet green, but the temples are silky. Farewell in this world will not bring sorrow for a long time.
Who taught me the red lotus night every year? The two places meditate and know each other.
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Talking on Shasha from Miandong Come, I will arrive in Jinling on the first day of Ding Weiyuan, and I will write this poem inspired by my dream on the river
The swallows are light and the orioles are delicate and soft. Clearly meet Hua Xu again.
The long night fights for thin love, and the early spring is stained by lovesickness.
Writing words after farewell, needlework and needlework when farewell. Leaving the soul in darkness, Zhulang travels far away.
The bright moon in Huainan is cold over thousands of mountains, and no one cares about it when it returns.
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Qing Gongchun
Double ointment waves, a coir rain, the twilight sadness gradually fills the sky.
The gull called me is about to descend gracefully, carrying people back across the wood.
When I return, I will see the clouds and snow, and my lonely boat sailing at night.
Sadly meeting each other again, as promised in Meishan, with traces of depression.
It is cold in spring on the incense-picking path, I am whirling, who can answer my own song?
Looking westward at the hanging rainbow, it floats away and is unstoppable.
When the wine wakes up, the waves are far away, and I am thinking clearly, wearing plain socks.
Now that I am safe, I can only stay with you for a moment.
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Qi Tianle
< p>Yu Lang first chanted the poem "Chou Fu" by himself. Miserably, I heard whispers.
The wet copper pavilion and the moss invading the stone well are all places where I once listened.
The mourning sound is like complaining. The woman who was thinking about her was sleepless, so she started looking for opportunities.
Ququ Pingshan, the cool night is very lonely and emotional.
Dark rain blows from the west window again. For whom is it intermittent, phase and anvil?
Waiting in the palace to welcome the autumn, leaving the palace to hang the moon, there are countless sorrows.
Bin Shiman and. Laughing at the falling fence and calling the lantern, children of the world.
Written on the piano wire, each sound becomes more painful.
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Pipa Fairy
When the double jelly came, there were people like old peach roots and peach leaves.
The singing fan is as light as the flying flowers, and the eyebrows are strangely beautiful.
As spring fades away, Tingzhou becomes green, adding more sounds of crows.
Ten miles away from Yangzhou, Du Mu was born three years ago. Let’s not talk about the past.
It’s still the same, the palace candles are smoked, and the season is changing in a hurry, feeling sad.
They all think about the fragrance and the elm pods in the empty steps.
Thousands of wisps of willows, hiding crows, are like jade statues, dancing back to the snow.
I want to see my old friends leaving Yangguan in the west for the first time.
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Eight returns to Xiangzhong to send Hu Dehua off
Fragrant lotuses are falling with powder, sparse tung trees are blowing green, and the dark rain in the courtyard has stopped.
In the place where I held my shadow for no reason, I also saw the dark walls and dark moss steps.
As I saw off my guests, I looked for the way to the west again and asked who played the pipa on the water surface.
The most regrettable thing is that the whole country is always given to Ciao Lao.
The long-lasting hatred has never paid off, but now, what happened, I said goodbye to the west wind again.
It is cold and the smoke is light, the boat moves far away, and the boat is as misty as a leaf.
I miss Wenjun for a long time, leaning on the bamboo and worrying about walking in socks.
After returning, Cui Zun drank together, lowered the bead curtain, and looked at the moon leisurely.
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Nian Nujiao
< p>A famous couple, I remember that when I came here, I tasted being a couple.
The Thirty-six Pei people have not arrived yet, and there are countless people wearing wind and wind clothes.
The green leaves are blowing cool, the jade face sells wine, and the wild rice rain is sprinkled.
Swaying beautifully, the cold fragrance flies up to the poem.
Sunset. The green roof is pavilion, the lover is gone, struggling to endure the waves.
I am just afraid that my clothes will fall off easily due to the cold weather, and I will be worried about the west wind in Nanpu.
The tall willows are overcast, and the old fish is blowing the waves, leaving me to live among the flowers.
How many fields there are, how many times we return home across the sand.
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Yangzhou Slow
The famous capital of Huaizuo, the best place in Zhuxi, where Xie An Shao was stationed in the first journey.
Ten miles past the spring breeze, all the shepherds and wheat are green.
Since Hu Ma peeked into the river, the trees in the pond were abandoned, and the soldiers were still tired of talking about it.
It is getting dusk, the clear corners are blowing cold, and we are all in an empty city.
Du Lang's handsome reward, now, is so important that I am shocked.
Despite Cardamom’s lyrical skills, Dream of a Brothel is good, but it is difficult to describe it with deep emotion.
Twenty-four bridges are still there, the waves are swaying, and the cold moon is silent.
Reciting the red medicine beside the bridge, you will know who you are born for every year.
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Changting is resentful
Gradually it is blown away and the branches are fragrant. This is a home with deep green doors.
Yuanpu lingers, where are the sails heading in disorder?
There are so many people here, who can look like a long pavilion tree?
If the tree had feelings, it would not be green and green like this.
Sunset. I can't see the high city, but I can see countless mountains.
Wei Lang is gone, how can he forget to pay for it with Yuhuan?
The first is, return early, fear of red calyx and no one in charge.
It’s hard to cut off thousands of strands of sorrow even if it’s all in vain.
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Light yellow willow
The empty city of Xiaojiao. Blowing into the weeping poplar road.
I immediately felt cold in my single clothes.
Looking at all the goose yellow and tender green, they are all old acquaintances from the south of the Yangtze River.
It is calm. There will be cold food again in the Ming Dynasty.
I am forced to carry wine and stay at Xiaoqiao House, fearing that all the pear blossoms will fall into autumn colors.
The swallows fly over and ask where spring is, only the pond is green.
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Secret fragrance
Old moonlight. Count on me several times, playing the flute beside the plum blossom.
To arouse beautiful women, no matter the cold or climbing.
Now that He Xun is getting older, he has forgotten the spring breeze and his writing style.
But strangely, there are sparse flowers outside the bamboo, and the fragrance is cold when entering the Yao mat.
Jiang State. It's quiet. Sigh and send it to the road far away, the snow is beginning to accumulate at night.
Cui Zun is easy to cry. The red calyx is speechless and remembers each other.
Chang remembers that we once held hands together, under the weight of thousands of trees and the cold green of the West Lake.
It will blow out again and again, how soon will it be seen?
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Sparse shadow
Moss branches are decorated with jade. There are small kingfishers sleeping together on the branches.
We met as guests, at dusk in the corner of the fence, leaning against the bamboos in silence.
Zhaojun is not used to Hu Shayuan, but he secretly recalls Jiangnan and Jiangbei.
I want to wear the ring and return on a moonlit night, turning into this lonely flower.
I still remember the old things in the deep palace. The man was sleeping and flew close to the moth green.
There is nothing like the spring breeze, no matter how good or bad the wind is, it will arrange a golden house as early as possible.
I just let everyone go with the tide, but I resented and lamented the jade dragon.
Waiting for a long time, looking for the fragrance again, it has entered the small window banner.
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Xinghua Tianying
p>The green silk is brushing the Yuanyang Pu. Thinking of peach leaves, I called for a ferry at that time.
The sad eyes and the spring breeze will go away again. It leans on the orchid and is less stationary.
Jinling Road. The orioles sing and the swallows dance.
Counting the tide and knowing people are the most painful.
The grass in the courtyard is full of fragrant grass and there is no way to return, and the sun is falling. Move the boat even further.
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一Calyx Red
The ancient city is overcast. There are a few official plum blossoms, but the red calyx is not suitable for hairpins.
The surface of the pool is covered with ice, the snow on the wall is old, and the clouds are still heavy.
The green vines and green vines wander through the path of bamboo, gradually laughing, startling the birds lying on the sand.
The wild old forest and spring, the old Wangtai Pavilion, are calling to come.
What's the matter going south and north? I'm wandering in the Xiangyun and Chushui, my eyes are very sad.
The chickens in Zhuhu are sticky, the golden dishes are clustered with swallows, and the empty sigh is invading in time.
Remember Zeng and the elegant gathering in Xilou, thinking about the weeping willows and the thousands of gold threads curling up.
When the return saddle arrives, I am afraid that spring will be deep.
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Nice dress ranks first< /p>
Tinggao is looking at the extreme. The lotus that fell into the river was not returned.
Sick but weak. Kuang Wan's fans are gradually sparse, and his clothes are beginning to be untied.
The streamer passes through the gap. Sighing at the apricot beams, the two swallows are like guests.
Where is the person? A curtain of light moon seems to illuminate the color.
Silence. Chaotic crickets chanting on the wall. Move Yu Xin, clear sorrow is like weaving.
Pondering the wanderings of youth. Dili Guanshan, Liuxiafangmo.
No information about Falling Red. The water is dark and trickling green.
I have been wandering for a long time, what do you mean now, lying drunk on the side of the wine cellar.
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Xiao Chongshan Order
When people circle around Xianggao and the moon falls.
The diagonal flowers and trees are small and filled with sorrow.
Who knows what happened in Yi Chunyou?
The east wind is cold and the fragrance is far away, and the skirt is returning.
The gull is gone and traveling in the past.
I love the flower cocoa in the distance and dream about it.
Nine doubtful clouds disappear and the soul cries.
Acacia’s blood makes the branches green.