Don du fu
In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times.
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
Qujiang
Don du fu
A flower flew away, but it was spring, and the wind was so sad.
And look at the flowers and eyes, don't hurt your lips.
The small hall on the river is full of jade, with high lace and unicorn lying.
We must eat, drink and be merry in physics, so why trip this body with a floating name?
flowers fall
Tang Li Shangyin
Visitors to the High Court have been competing to leave; The spring flowers in the small garden are dancing in the wind.
The flower shadow is confused by the winding path; Overlooking the petal dance reflects the afterglow of the sunset.
My heart is too small to sweep away the fallen flowers; Looking forward to spring, but returning in a hurry.
Flower lovers who love flowers will naturally blame spring for leaving too early; When spring comes to an end, flowers and flowers only shed tears.
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Tang Li Shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Butterfly Hua Lian Spring Scene
Song sushi
Flowers wither and red apricots are small.
Swallows fly, green water people go around.
There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea.
Swing inside and outside the wall.
The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.
Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
The Ci of Huayang's Two Poems of Shui Long Yin
Song sushi
Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground.
Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection.
It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly.
Dream with the wind Wan Li, looking for lang, also be warbler.
I don't hate this flower flying away. I hate the West Garden, which is difficult to compose.
Where are the traces of falling flowers after the rain in the morning? Drift into the pool and become a pool of duckweed.
If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water.
Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.
Donglan pear flower
Song sushi
Snow-white as Sydney, wicker exudes a strong sense of spring, fluttering like Sydney, filling the whole city.
I am disappointed, just like a pear in Dongzhu, how thoroughly and clearly I see this complicated secular life in the earthly and self-clearing.
Red autumn ear
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Outside the sand by the water, battlements retreat in spring.
Liu Ying's flowers, the lightness turns, are heard too fast and too thin.
Oh, wandering alone, worrying that the wine is getting thinner, it is rare to get drunk.
Missing day after day, body and mind have been burned to ashes.
Recalling yesterday's Xichihui, Heron Qi Fei.
Hand in hand, who is here today?
Ah, the ship goes around the sun and the moon, and the dream is broken, only the bronze mirror, and the rosy face is gone.
In spring, there are thousands of fallen flowers, and the ones that should fall fall, leading the melancholy, such as the sea, pushed by the tide.
Huatangchun
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Drop the red floor and cross the pool. It's sunny and rainy.
The apricot orchard is withered, and the cuckoo is singing. Helpless spring return.
Outside the willow, the building is unique, and the flowers are twisted by hand.
The flowers are silent to the oblique light. Who knows this hate?
Dianjiangchun
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Drunk in a canoe, letters flow to the depths of flowers.
The fate of dust is wrong, and there is no intention of living between flowers.
Smoke and water are boundless, and the setting sun is thousands of miles away.
Countless mountains are as red as rain. I don't remember the way you came.
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Don
Don't dream of thanking, wandering under the railing of the small corridor.
Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.
Langtaosha order
Nan Tang Li Yu
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading.
Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.
I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Not leaning on the fence, the vast mountains and rivers,
It's easier to see when it's not.
Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Meet Huan
Nan Tang Li Yu
Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry.
Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.
Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.
People naturally hate each other for a long time, and water flows east.
Ji hai's miscellaneous poems
Qing palace zizhen
Feng Gang vigorously winnowed the soul of spring, and the tiger and leopard lay for nine days.
I am always in a good mood and feel the kindness of the Jade Emperor all my life.
Linjiangxian
Song Yan Dao Ji
After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking.
When hatred came last spring.
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se.
Acacia is written on the string of pipa.
At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
Linjiangxian
Song Yan Dao Ji
When you and your partner play games on the steps, we will meet first, and when you and your female friend are upstairs, we will meet again.
The girls are playing games in the competition.
I saw you on the grass in front of the rank, like other girls, your clothes were covered with dew, and your hair was swaying in the breeze. I was deeply impressed by that lively and beautiful mood.
The other is the seventh festival, and girls must have needles at night.
I hate Jin Pingkong when I'm sober.
Unexpectedly, by the end of the year, Iraqis were like dark clouds, and I didn't know where they had gone.
Huanxisha
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A new word, a glass of wine. The weather was bad last year.
When will the sunset come back?
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.
Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Song Ouyang xiu
How deep is the courtyard,
The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy.
Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm,
It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
I heard that Wang Changling left and moved to Longbiaoyao to deliver this.
Tang Libai
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams.
I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.
Huanxisha
Song Zhou Bangyan
On a sunny day, the sky is blue upstairs, and the grass in front of the building meets the world.
You are advised not to climb the highest ladder.
Hsinchu has become a bamboo in the hall, and the fallen flowers are full of bird's nest mud.
Endure to listen to the cuckoo crow in the forest.
flowers fall
Song Zhu Shu Zhen
The bright flowers wrapped around the trunk are in full bloom, but the wind and rain are jealous of the beauty of the flowers and always want to urge them to wither.
I really want the God of Guan Chun to live longer, instead of letting those delicate and lovely flowers fall on the green moss.
A cluster of plum blossoms
Song liqing Zhao
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.
Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.
Bloom is full of flowers and flowing water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Xiao Chun
Tang Meng Hao ran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Excerpts from funeral songs
Cao Qing Xue Qin
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and who will pity if the red disappears and the fragrance disappears?
The spring pavilion floats softly, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the dusk of spring, and there is nowhere to release her melancholy;
Hoe out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again.
Willow and elm are entangled in wheat straw, whether peaches float or Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
Touch the fish
Song Xin qi Ji
More can disappear, a few storms, and rush back to spring.
Cherish spring for fear of early blooming, not to mention countless red flowers.
Living in spring, you will see no way back.
Hate spring and have no words. Only hospitality,
Draw cobwebs on the eaves and release sheep in Yogyakarta.
Nagato, quasi-quasi-rituals and mistakes. Moth eyebrows used to be enviable.
A thousand dollars to buy each other is like buying a gift, but who complains about this situation?
Stop dancing, can't you see, Yan Feiyu's ring is covered with dust!
Leisure is the hardest! Don't lean against the fence,
The sun is setting, and the flowers are bright.
On Tong Yuanming's Drama of Crossing Hongfu Temple in Two Generations
Huang Songting Jian
The yarn is blown in Hongfu Monk Garden, and the dust wall of the old topic seems to faint.
The residual wind and rain in spring make tourists shake flowers.
Su Xinshi xugong branch
Song Yang Wanli
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
Beibei Xinghua
Wang Song Anshi
A vicious spring water surrounds the flower body, and the flower shadow is enchanting, occupying the spring.
It is better to be blown into snow by the spring breeze than to be crushed into dust by Nanmo.