Author: Cao Pi Dynasty: Wei and Jin Dynasties
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the vegetation is shaken and exposed to frost.
Yan Zhiqun's words return to Yan Nanxiang, thinking of your guests.
I miss my hometown, so why did you send it to stay for a long time?
I am alone in my room, afraid of forgetting my worries, and I don't feel tears on my clothes.
Short songs cannot be long.
The bright moon shines on my bed, and it's still early for the stars to flow west.
Penny Weaver shook her heel and looked at it. Why should I restrict the river beam?
Huanxisha
Author: Wu Wenying Dynasty: Southern Song Style: Ci
The copper flowers on the wave surface are cold, the jade people are fishing pipe hooks, and the moon is bright and the pool is autumn.
Jiang Yan said goodbye, the spray was red like a spring break, and the west wind left the well first.
Candle shadows are red, and Shangyuan is pregnant.
Author: Zhang Lun Dynasty: Song Style: Ci
Shuangque Zhongtian, Fenglou twelve spring cold shallow. Last year, I visited Chen Chen on the first night of the Yuan Dynasty and held a banquet in Yaochi. The jade palace is covered with beads, and there are many immortals and Penghu and Yuen Long. Deep in the five clouds, in the candlelight, the Tencel tube is exposed.
Time flies, like a flash of stars and frost. Tonight, whoever misses the lonely minister will look back on Chang 'an. However, the fate is not broken, and Hua Xu's dream is short. Full of hatred, count the cold light and return the geese a few times.
Pimp a butterfly
Author: Shi Dazu Dynasty: Southern Song Style: Ci
The late rain did not destroy the palace tree, and the poor leaves were still holding cicadas. The short scenery returns to autumn, and the thoughts are connected with sorrow. Dreams are hard to stop. People are old, windy and cold. I want to enjoy the earth and flowers, and the insect net is dry.
Crying at night for no reason, hating fans and suffering from autumn lotus. When a flute landed, Xie Niang hung tears in front of the wind. The old garden is late, poetry and wine are strong, and the new geese are far away, without saying hello. Who will accompany ChanJuan through the fragrance of Chu smoke?