Like a Dream, It rained last night and the wind blew suddenly, like a dream It's still early in the spring, reducing the word magnolia, the five winds outside the curtain of Langtaosha, the lonely boudoir, the swing with the red lips, the deep amber of the Mohui cup in Huanxisha, the idle window in the small courtyard in Huanxisha, the cold food day in the spring, and the comb of the bun in Huanxisha that hurts the spring. Luo Yi is full of powder, Die Lian Hua Shang Si Zhao Kin, Fisherman's Pride, Tian Jie Yun Tao Lian Xiao Wu, Fisherman's Pride, Xue Li Known Spring Letter, Minced Magnolia, Flower Selling, Partridge and Double Ginkgo, Changshoule Nanchang Birthday, Hangxiangzi Tian and Qiu Guang. Zhang, Spread the Huanxisha, Rub the Gold, Spread the Huanxisha, Get Sick, Whispering at the temples, Wuling Spring, Wind, Dust, Fragrant Flowers, Drunk Flower Yin, Mist, Thick Clouds, Worrying for a Forever Day, Nangezi, Turning the Stars in the Sky, Resenting Wang Sun, The Wind and Waves on the Lake are Vast, Partridge Sky The meaning of Shu Yu's Ci in Mei
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Li Qingzhao (184-about 1151): a poetess in Southern Song Dynasty. No. Yi 'an Jushi was born in Zhangqiu, Qizhou (now Shandong). Father Li Gefei was a famous scholar at that time, and husband Zhao Mingcheng was a textual research scholar. Early life was prosperous, and I worked with Mingcheng * * * to collect and sort out calligraphy and painting stones. Nomads from the army entered the Central Plains and lived in the south. Ming Cheng died of illness and the situation was lonely. In his lyrics, he wrote about his leisurely life in the early stage, lamented his life experience in the later stage, and felt sentimental, and some of them also showed nostalgia for the Central Plains. In form, we make good use of line drawing, develop our own ways and use beautiful language. On ci, it emphasizes harmony, advocates elegance and emotion, puts forward the theory that ci is "different from one family" and opposes the method of writing poems. He was able to compose poems, but he didn't keep much. Some of his poems were time-honored and lyrical, which was different from his ci style. There are "Yi 'an Jushi Anthology" and "Yi 'an Ci", which have been lost. Later generations have a collection of Shu Yu Ci. Today, there is "Li Qingzhao's Collection of School Notes".
like a dream
I often remember the sunset in the Xiting, and I don't know my way home when I am drunk. Always play to the fun to return, but lost to the fengzhu pool in the depths of the pool. How to draw a boat out, not careful, but startled a group of Oulu.
like a dream
last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew suddenly, so a deep sleep didn't consume the wine. Ask the shutter man, but the Chinese flowering crabapple remains the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin
a touch of crimson lips
Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart. Cherish the spring to go, what time to urge the rain.
leaning over the bar, I'm just in no mood! Where are people? Even the sky is fading, and the road to return is broken.
touch your lips
stop swinging, get up and straighten your hands. Beside her, the thin de hung with crystal dew, her ch perspiration permeated with a thin silk gown.
when someone comes, socks shovel gold hairpin and slip away, and they are ashamed to leave. Looking back by the door,
sniffed the plums.
Huanxisha
Don't make a cup with deep amber, and melt it before you get drunk. You should come late to relax your clock.
The brain-refreshing fragrance dispels dreams, turns the cold golden bun loose, and turns the candle flowers red when you wake up.
Huanxisha
The idle window in the small courtyard is deep in spring, and the heavy curtain is not sinking, so I can't talk to heptachord by leaning against the building.
It's hard to stop pear blossoms when they come out of the mountains in the distance to hasten dusk, and the breeze blows and rains to lighten the shade.
Huanxisha
It's cold in the spring, the jade stove sinks with water and smoke, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow with hidden flowers.
In the future, Haiyan will fight for grass, while Jiangmei has passed the willow floss, and the rain will wet the swing at dusk.
Huanxisha
The bun hurts the spring and makes the comb more careless. In the evening breeze, the courtyard falls at the beginning of the plum blossom, and the light clouds travel to and from the moon.
Jade ducks smoke the stove to refresh their brains, while Zhu Ying covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros also relieves the cold.
Huanxisha
Embroidered hibiscus smiles and leans against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya duck, and the eye movement is guessed.
on the one hand, it is full of charm, and on the other hand, it is charming and hateful to send you a lonely heart, and the moon will move and the shadow will come again.
complaining
I came to Shen Zui late at night to remove makeup, and the plum calyx was stuck with branches. When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in the spring, and your dreams will never return.
people are quiet, the moon is soft, and the green curtain is hanging. It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time.
Bodhisattva Man
The sound of returning to Hong broke the clouds, and the smoke from the back window fell straight. At the bottom of the candle, the phoenix is bright, and the head of the hairpin is better than the light.
the sound of the horn urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the bull's-eye. It is difficult to see flowers in spring, but the west wind keeps the old cold.
Bodhisattva Man
It's still early in spring when the wind is soft, and I feel good at first. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and the plum blossoms are on my temples.
where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burn when you are lying in the water, and the fragrance will not disappear.
Good things are near
The wind will set the flowers deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. After the flowering of Begonia, < P > it is the season of hurting spring.
when the wine bar sings, the jade is respected, and the blue jar is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable and bitter, and it is even more screaming.
qingpingle
in the snow every year, I often get drunk with plum blossoms, and I have no intention to remove them, so I win tears all over my clothes!
this year, the corners of the earth are far away, and the rustling temples are full of flowers. Look at that night wind blowing open the plum, probably also difficult to see its gorgeous.
recalling Qin' e
Lingao Pavilion, chaotic mountains and Ping Ye are sparsely populated. The smoke is thin, and when the crows return, they smell the horns at dusk.
the fragrance is broken and the fragrance is lingering, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls,
it is still autumn and lonely.
adding words to pick mulberry seeds
Who planted banana trees in front of the window? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the atrium, and the leaves are heart-warming.
It's raining in the middle of the night on the sad pillow, and it's dripping with rain; A little bit of rain, worrying about the loss of northerners, not used to listening!
spread the Huanxi sand
knead the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of demeanor, such as Yanfu, is too bright.
plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, but cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked through a thousand miles of dreams, but heartless.
Spread out the Huanxisha
Sick of rustling and burning temples, lying watching the broken moon on the window screen. Boil the nutmeg into boiling soup, do not have to beat the spirit of tea and eat.
Poetry and books on the pillow are in a good leisure place, and the scenery and rain in front of the door are good. I borrow more from people all day long and spend a lot of time with osmanthus flowers.
Wulingchun
The fragrant flowers are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to go canoeing. I'm afraid that the boat can't move and I'm worried.
Drunken Flower Yin
The mist is thick, the clouds are sad forever, and the brain is refreshed and the golden beast is eliminated. It's also the Double Ninth Festival,
the jade pillow and gauze cabinet are cool in the middle of the night.
after dusk, Dongli Bar has dark fragrance and full sleeves. Don't die,
the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
nangezi
the stars turn in the sky, and the curtain on earth hangs. My pillow is full of tears.
What a night!
Cuitie lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather and old clothes,
only feelings are different, old home!
Complaining about Wang Sun
The wind on the lake is boundless, and autumn is already dusk, with little red and fragrance. The water, the mountains and the mountains are close to people, which is inexhaustible and infinitely good.
Lotus seeds have grown into lotus leaves, which are washed with green dew and covered with flowers and grasses. Sleeping in Sha Ou heron doesn't look back, it seems to hate, and people return early.
partridge sky
lock the window when it is rustling in the cold, and the phoenix tree should hate the frost at night. The wine column prefers the bitter tea, and the dream is broken.
Autumn is over, and the days are still long. Zhong Xuanhuai is far more desolate. It's better to get drunk with the respect, and don't be negative.
partridge sky
It's dull and light, with a soft corpus luteum, and the trace of affection is far away, but only the fragrance remains. Why should it be light blue and deep red? It's the first among flowers.
Plum blossoms must be jealous, chrysanthemums should be ashamed, and the painting column will be crowned in the Mid-Autumn Festival. The poet can be cruel and heartless, but why didn't he receive it in that year?
Jade Tower, Spring and Red Plum
Red Crisp Ken. I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see that it is infinite.
Taoist priests languish at the bottom of the spring window, bored, depressed and worried. If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there is no wind in the Ming Dynasty.
Xiaozhongshan
Spring comes to Nagato, and the spring grass is green, and some red plums are broken, but they don't bloom evenly. Take out the cage pianissimo tea, crushed jade crystal like crystal, want to keep the morning dream, suck a mouthful, shocked a cup of green spring scenery.
The shadows of flowers are heavy on the door, and the curtains are thin on the moon. It's a good evening. For the third time in two years, live up to, guilaiba, said to have good taste of the warm spring.
Linjiangxian
The courtyard is a little deep, the cloud window and fog pavilion are often covered, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually distinct, and the spring returns to Moling tree, making people old and healthy.
It's a lot to feel the moon and sing the wind, but now you're getting old and getting nowhere. Who's more pathetic and haggard? It's boring to try the lamp, and you're not in the mood to walk through the snow.
Linjiang Xianmei
The courtyard is a little deep, and the fog pavilion in the cloud window is late in spring, so who is haggard and loses its charm? It is good to dream at night, and it should be the southern branch.
Jade thin sandalwood is light and infinite hate, while the Qiang in the south building is in charge of it. Who knows when the strong fragrance blows out, the warm wind will be late, so don't let the apricot blossom be fat.
Butterfly Lovers
It's warm and sunny, and the wind breaks the ice at first, and my eyes are full of eyebrows and cheeks, so I feel the heart of spring. Who is in love with wine and poetry? Tears melt the residual powder and flowers are heavy.
At first, I tried to clamp the gold thread seam of the shirt, and the pillow was inclined, which damaged the hairpin and phoenix. There is no good dream when you are alone with deep sorrow, and the night is still in snuff.
Butterfly Love Flower Changle Pavilion sends a message to my sister
Tears are wet and Luo Yi is covered with powder, and she sings all over Qian Qian. The humanity mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain is drizzling and lonely.
I'm sorry to leave my place, but I forgot to leave. The wine is deep and shallow, so that I can pass the book over the geese. Donglai is not as far away as Penglai.
I've called my relatives on the Butterfly Lovers
I'm too lazy to be happy all night, dreaming of Chang 'an, and I'll take Chang 'an Road. In order to report the good spring scenery this year, the flowers and the moon should be photographed together.
Although casual cups and plates are sloppy, the wine is delicious and sour, which is just like being embraced by people. Don't laugh when you are drunk, poor people are like spring.
a prune
the fragrant red lotus root can last forever. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book in the cloud? When the word geese returns, the moon is full of the West Building.
flowers drift and water flows. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to mind.
fisherman's pride
The sky meets the clouds and the mist, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance; It seems that the dream soul belongs to the emperor, smells the heavenly language and asks me where I belong.
I reported that I had a long way to go, and there were amazing sentences in learning poetry; Nine Wan Li Fengpeng is lifting, the wind stops, and Pengzhou blows away the three mountains.
Fisherman's pride
In the snow, it is known that spring is coming, cold plums are dotted with delicate branches, and the face is half-opened. In court, the Jade Man bathed in new makeup.
Nature may be intentional, so teach the bright moon exquisitely. * * * The bounty honors the green ants, so don't be drunk. This flower is not comparable to the flowers in the group.
Minced Magnolia
When you sell it on a flower pole, you get a spring flower. Tears are dyed lightly and evenly, with traces of rosy clouds and dew.
Afraid Lang guessed that slave flour is not as good as flower flour. The cloud temples are slanting, and I want to teach Lang to compare and watch.
partridge and ginkgo biloba
the charm and grace are not very good, and you can be a slave if you respect the sweet orange before. Who has pity on the Jianghu? jade bone's ice muscles are not willing to wither.
whoever teaches me to pick branches at the same time, when I am drunk, I will rely on the truth. The householder is really interested in breaking up, and he wants to sing two new flavors.
Chun Qing, Niannujiao
The courtyard is depressed, and it is windy and drizzling, so the heavy doors must be closed. Petting willow flowers and eating cold food is close, and all kinds of annoying weather. It's a leisurely taste to make a poem. It is hard to send a thousand worries when you have spent too much money.
it was cold in spring upstairs for several days, and the curtains hung all around, and the jade fence was dry and careless. Be Leng Xiang's new dream sleep, don't be sad. Clear dew in the morning, the new tung is introduced at the beginning, how much is the spring! The day is high and the smoke is gathering. Is it sunny today?
Changshoule
It's Nanchang's birthday, and it's slightly cold to wait. Looking at the sun, there are six leaves, and the steps are beginning to show. I love the scenery and want to hang the hibiscus, but I can't find the silver arrow. On this occasion, a pearl in the palm of your hand is cut open. There is an order for Rong Shu to be a good couple. Up to now, every day is full of nobles.
glory, words are forbidden, and gold medals are green. It's even more valuable for Tangdi to connect with Yin, to be a tiger and a bear, and to divide the river. Kuang Qingyun is close at hand, and he will enter Chengming at dawn and dusk. Look at the colorful clothes, and you are ashamed of jade. I wish you a thousand years of age.
Xiangzi
Tian and Qiu Guang, turn around and feel hurt, and explore Jin Yingzhi's approach to Chongyang. Put on the rough clothes, drink the unfiltered wine, every gust of autumn, a autumn, bring the cool autumn.
In the courtyard at dusk, I feel sad and anxious, and when I wake up, I feel sad about the past. How can endure this long night, the moon shines on this empty bed. Listening to the distant sound of Daoyi, the long and pointed sound of crickets, and the long style leaky surface acoustic, the feeling of time too slow.
Chinese Valentine's Day
The grass is singing, and the phoenix tree is stunned, which is full of sorrow on earth and in the sky. Cloud terrace and moon land, locked up thousands of times. If you come and go, don't meet.
I haven't seen you for years. I want to leave my love, so don't hate being poor. Petunia Weaver, it is nothing but separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it's raining, sometimes it's windy.
Lonely Goose
The paper tent on the rattan bed starts to sleep, and there are endless words and thoughts. Shen cigarettes break jade furnace cold, with my feelings like water. The flute is played three times, and the plum blossoms are broken, which is full of spring affection.
a small breeze dispels the rain and makes a thousand tears. The piper went to the jade building, and who was heartbroken? A fold is worth a fortune, and no one can send it.
bad belt] people feel the plum blossoms in the charming pavilion
jade is thin and fragrant, and the tan is deep and snowy. I hate visiting plum blossoms late this year. Jiang Lou Chu Guan, the clouds are far away. Clear day forever, lean on the fence and the green curtain is low.
when you sit on the guest, the wine is full before you, and the singing is broken. The south branch can be inserted, but it needs to be cut frequently. Don't wait for the west building and make several strong pipes.
Man Tingfang
The small pavilion hides the spring, the idle window sells the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and secluded. The seal incense is burned out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook. It's better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why climb the stairs near the water? No one arrives, loneliness is like He Xun in Yangzhou.
Never, like rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, can't bear the wind. Whose flute blows deep sorrow? Don't hate the fragrance and eliminate the jade, but it is difficult to stay in the channel and sweep the trace. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is pale, and the shadows are still romantic.
Man Tingfang
The small pavilion hides the spring, the idle window sells the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and secluded. The seal incense is burned out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook. It's better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why climb the stairs near the water? No one arrives, loneliness is like He Xun in Yangzhou.
Never, like rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, can't bear the wind. Whose flute blows deep sorrow? Don't hate the fragrance and eliminate the jade, but it is difficult to stay in the channel and sweep the trace. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is pale, and the shadows are still romantic.
On the Phoenix Terrace, I remembered to blow my flute.
The incense was cold and golden, and I got up and brushed my hair. Ren Bao is full of dust, and the curtain is hooked. I'm afraid I'll leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything. New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn.
take a break! If you go back, it will be difficult to stay if you go to Yangguan for thousands of times. Read Wu Lingren far, smoke locks Qin Lou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at the place, from now on, a new sorrow is added.
the voice is slow
looking for it, it is cold and clear, and it is sad and sad. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to stop breathing. Three cups and two light wines, how can you beat him and come late in the wind? Yan Guo is sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground. Who can pick it now? Watching the window, how can you be dark alone? Indus is even drizzling, and it is dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad word!
Celebrating the Qing Dynasty is slow
It's forbidden to keep a low profile, and the carved fence is skillfully protected, so it will monopolize the last spring. The guest is indifferent to China, and everyone is naive. After spending a lot of time, I was exposed to the wind and put on new makeup. Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and laughing at the moon, long [bad belt] Dongjun. On the east side of the city, on the south side of the city, there is a sun-drying pool hall, and the incense wheel is racing. Who can succeed Fang Chen when the feast is over? Better bright palace, a few branches are evenly distributed recently, and the golden statue is down, and all the candles are put together, regardless of dusk. Eternal joy
where is the sunset melting gold and the twilight clouds combining together? How much do you know about spring when you dye willow smoke and blow plum flute? Is there no wind and rain in the Lantern Festival when the weather is in harmony? Come and greet each other, enjoy the BMW, and thank him for his wine friends and poems. Zhongzhou is in its heyday, and the boudoir has more leisure. Remember to focus on three to five. Pave green crowns, draw golden snow willows, and cluster with them to compete for economic benefits.