the leaves of the wind and water turn white, and the rain presses the eaves and branches just obliquely.
there are more kinds of willows in the house than in the wood mulberry, and the door can float home.
when guests come, they can provide utensils, sweep baskets, simmer and try tea. Li Liufang (1575 ~ 1629) was a poet and painter in the Ming Dynasty. The word is long, and the word is Mao Zai. The number is Tanyuan, Xianghai, Guhuaitang and Cangan, and the number is Shenyu layman and Liufu Taoist in the evening. She county (now Anhui province) lives in Jiading (now Shanghai city). At the age of thirty-two, I was promoted to a higher position, and then I gave up my career. Poems and poems are often rewarded for writing scenery, and their styles are fresh and natural. Together with Tang Shisheng, Lou Jian and Cheng Jiasui, they are called "Mr. Jiading Four". He is good at painting landscapes, learning from Zhen Wu and Huang Gongwang. He is cool and fluent, and is one of the "Nine Friends in Painting". Also work on calligraphy.
Li liufang, the obedient son of Zhongshan, leans on her new makeup, and Zheng Nv Yanji is good at the show alone. Sing the Xian Wang Chun Yuefu together, and the moon outside the golden beam bridge is like frost. -Ming Dynasty Li Mengyang's "Bianzhong Yuanxi (Two Songs)"
Bianzhong Yuanxi (Two Songs) Zhongshan Ruzi leans on new makeup, and Zheng Nv Yanji is good at the show alone.
Sing the Xian Wang Chun Yuefu together, and the moon outside the golden beam bridge is like frost. There are no clues in the poor lanes. There are people who hug their knees, and they are not full of food. Glory is too extravagant, and my clothes are not sad. Offer jade to despise Bian He, and buckle the angle to be ashamed and peaceful. The sky doesn't hang clouds, but it sighs at midnight. -in the Ming dynasty, Liu Ji's "Ode to History (Twenty-one Songs)"
Ode to History (Twenty-one Songs), and the poor lanes are absolutely clues.
there are people who hug their knees, and they don't eat enough.
splendor is more than floating, and my clothes are not sad.
offer jade to despise Bian He, and buckle the horn to be ashamed and peaceful.
clouds don't hang in the sky, but sigh at midnight. When Shuang Yan was nesting, she was bilingual. The light willow wind vibrates the rain in Qintang. The nest is close to the embroidery, and the two nights are more double-flying. To be loved by your master, it is against your will not believe it. In April, the wind is warm and the pomegranate blossoms are red. Picking up worms and feeding young, there is no stopping in and out. May teaches young birds to fly and dance in black clothes around the nest. Avoid the spider silk sideways, and return to the willow line obliquely. In June, the young wings are old, and they fly separately. The pulse is next to the bead curtain, and the orchid is gathered in Yiyi. Things have turned around, and Linggu has moved. Kunming delayed the fire, and the first place turned to smoke. Fly out with sleep, dust and sand are lost. I don't know if I live or die, so I will never finish. Looking back at the old owner, makeup turned to dust. The sky is high, the clouds are misty, and the sea is wide and scaly. Time flies, and it's still dusk, where are you going? Hair withers in the middle of the night and frost, tears drop in three spring dew. The dew and frost are thick and gaunt. It is difficult to be separated from each other with one heart, and the soul will eventually follow. -Ming Dynasty Liu Ji's Shuang Yan Li
Shuang Yan Li
Ming Dynasty Liu Ji
started reading the full text ∨ When Shuang Yan was nesting, he was bilingual.
the light willow wind makes the Qin pond rain.
the nest is close to the embroidery, and the two nights are more flying together.
to be loved by your master, it is against your will not believe it.
in April, the temperature rises, and the pomegranate blossoms are red.
picking up insects and feeding the chicks, there is no stopping in and out.
In May, teach the young to fly and dance in black clothes around the nest.
avoid the spider silk sideways, and return to the willow line obliquely.
in June, the young wings are old, so we can fly separately to protect each other.
the pulse is beside the bead curtain, and the orchid is gathered in yiyi.
things have changed, and the valley has moved once.
Kunming delayed the fire, and the first place turned to smoke.
flying out with a fright, dust and sand are lost.
I don't know if I'm alive or dead, so I'll never finish.
look back at the old owner, and make-up turns to dust.
the sky is high, the clouds are misty, and the sea is wide and scaly.
it's a waste of time, where are you going?
the hair withers in the middle of the night, and the tears drop in three spring dew.
The dew and frost are thick and gaunt.
if we are United, it is difficult to separate, and the soul will always follow. ▲