I'm leaving, Yang Liu Yiyi.
Today, when I think about it, it is raining.
Liu Li Shang Yin (Tang)
The platform was shrouded in shadows and the road was even more uneven.
I can see that you are romantic and elegant.
Going back, the bridge will be broken and the embankment will be far away.
Let bloom be like snow, and brothels fly wine flags.
Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty) presented willows from pavilions.
For the time being, drinking will kill boredom, so don't worry about frowning and waisting.
Before the world dies, there is only farewell, and the spring breeze strives to cherish the strip?
Liu Li Shang Yin (Tang)
Once danced in the east wind, the spring garden was heartbroken.
How can I be willing to go to clear autumn, accompanied by sunset and cicada singing!
Chunjiangliu (Tang)
The ancient embankment curled up and a tree smoked.
If the silk does not stop, stay in the boat.
Bai Juyi's Ci (Tang)
A tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, as soft as gold and as soft as silk.
Always in the west corner of Fengfang, never a day, whose willow is this?
Chuiliutang (Tang)
Who dares to go into battle light?
The king of Chu planted seeds by the river for no reason, and he could not learn because of hunger.
He (Tang)
Jasper is dressed up as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Liu Yong (Song)
Chaos is not yet yellow, leaning against the east wind.
I wonder if there is frost in heaven and earth.
Ru Mengling Liu Yong Cao Xueqin (Qing)
It's embroidered velvet and residual vomit, rolling up half a curtain and fragrant fog,
Here comes the hand, cuckoo is jealous.
Live, live! Don't let spring go.
Yang Liuzhi's Ci Li E (Qing)
It's not too late for the jade girl window, and the smoke is raining in the cage.
Rou Huang is willing to use it to embroider acacia with gold thread and give it to you.
Warrior Lan Ling Liu Yong Zhou Bangyan (Northern Song Dynasty)
Liu Yin is straight and smoky.
On the Sui Dyke, I have seen it several times, waving water and floating cotton to see me off.
Traveling in the old country, who knows the tired guests in Beijing?
Changting Road, which came last year, should be flexible across thousands of feet.
Looking for old traces, mourning strings while drinking, holding high lights when leaving the table, and urging cold food to pear flowers and elms.
Worry about an arrow, the wind is fast, and half a wave is warm. You can count posts as soon as you turn around and look at people in the north.
Sad side, hate accumulation. Farewell is lingering, Tianjin is quiet and silent, and the sunset is endless in spring.
Hand in hand to read the moon pavilion, show the bridge and smell the flute. Nostalgia is like a dream, there is no classical Chinese, only ancient poems!
2. Writing "Liu" in classical Chinese adopts Wei's "Book of Songs"
Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere.
The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.
Liu Li Shang Yin (Tang)
Willow color on the platform, bright or dark-all the roads, willow branches are dancing like young girls.
Many people have heard the praise of Liu Feng to the extreme, and now what they see is just the same graceful.
The charming willow color has reached the bridge, and my heart is behind me when I watch the willow color cut off and extend across the bridge to the long beach.
Liu Er is really thoughtful, releasing catkins like snow, floating and flying in the brothel.
Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty) presented willows from pavilions.
For the time being, drinking will kill boredom, so don't worry about frowning and waisting.
Before the world dies, there is only farewell, and the spring breeze strives to cherish the strip?
Liu Li Shang Yin (Tang)
I used to chase the east wind, just like a dancer dancing at a banquet. It was a spring full of flowers, and people were playing in Leyuan Scenic Area.
How can I be willing to go to clear autumn, accompanied by sunset and cicada singing!
Chunjiangliu (Tang)
The ancient embankment curled up and a tree smoked.
If the silk does not stop, keep the boat.
Bai Juyi's Ci (Tang)
A tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, as soft as gold and as soft as silk.
Always in the west corner of Fengfang, never a day, whose willow is this?
Chuiliutang (Tang)
Who dares to go into battle light?
The king of Chu planted seeds on the river bank for no reason, and he was so hungry that he lost his waist.
He (Tang)
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Liu Yong (Song)
Chaos is not yet yellow, leaning against the east wind.
I wonder if there is frost in heaven and earth.
Ru Mengling Liu Yong Cao Xueqin (Qing)
It's embroidered velvet and residual vomit, rolling up half a curtain and fragrant fog,
When the hand reaches, the cuckoo crows and the swallow admires.
Live, live! Don't let spring go.
Yang Liuzhi's Ci Li E (Qing)
It's not too late for the jade girl window, and the smoke is raining in the cage.
Rou Huang is willing to use it to embroider acacia with gold thread and give it to you.
Warrior Lan Ling Liu Yong Zhou Bangyan (Northern Song Dynasty)
Liu Yin is straight and smoky.
On the Sui Dyke, I have seen it several times, and the water fluttered and the cotton was sent away.
Looking at the old country, who knows the tired customers in Beijing?
Changting Road, which came last year, should be flexible across thousands of feet.
Looking for old traces at leisure, drinking while mourning strings, leaving the table with high lights, and urging cold food with pear blossoms and elms.
Worry about an arrow, the wind is fast, and half a wave is warm. I can count posts as soon as I turn around, hoping that people are at the ends of the earth.
The sad side, the accumulation of hatred. Farewell is lingering, Tianjin is quiet and silent, and the sunset is endless in spring.
Read the moon and join hands, and smell the flute on the bridge. Nostalgia is like a dream, there is no classical Chinese, only ancient poems!
3. The translation of classical Chinese "Liu" is expensive. Without it, there would be no translation of classical Chinese "Liu".
Liugui hangs down, without hanging down, there can be no willow. Wicker is expensive, but it won't be graceful and restrained for a long time, and it's useless to hang it. This tree is a place for cicadas, and all the birds gather here. Long summer is not lonely. When you listen to advocates, all trees move, and sorghum is the most important. In a word, planting trees is not only entertaining, but also pleasing to the ear. Eyes sometimes don't entertain so as to be on the sofa; My ears are always unhappy. The loveliest bird is not when people are sitting, but when they are sleeping. Birds should be easy to hear, and everyone knows it; And it is only suitable to know the reason, but people have not observed it. The bird's defense has always been there. After Hurricane Chen Mao, everyone got up. People got up, but the birds didn't feel safe. I've been thinking about my life. Although I want to sing, I can't and won't have a good voice. This is not suitable for today. People don't get up at dawn, that is, fewer people get up, and birds have no intention to prevent problems, so they can make the best use of them. And after a night of verbal warfare, I feel itchy in my heart. At this point, I thought of teasing. The so-called "blockbuster without singing" is also true, which is unique to Xiao. Zhuangzi is not a fish, he can know the happiness of fish; Li Weng is not a bird, but he can know how birds feel. All songbirds should be called friends. The joy of planting trees is endless, but there is also a section for those who are inconvenient and elegant; There are many branches and leaves, and the moonlight does not leak. For those who don't see each other through ChanJuan, it is unintentional and irresponsible. However, trees are unintentional, and people are unintentional. At the beginning of planting, it is necessary to prevent this and leave a line of days for the appearance of the moon, so that day and night are good. (Selected from Li Yu's Leisure)
Willow is expensive because willow branches droop, and willow branches don't droop, so I would rather have no willow. Willow branches are long, and if they are not long, there will be no graceful scenery, but drooping will not do any good. This kind of tree is a place to attract cicadas, and there are often various birds perching on it. The long summer does not make people feel lonely. You can always hear cicadas and birds. This tree has all the credit, and sorghum is the biggest credit. In a word, planting trees can not only entertain the eyes, but also delight the ears. Sometimes the eyes can't be entertained because people are lying on the sofa; No ears are unhappy. The loveliest thing about bird singing is not when people are sitting, but when people are asleep. As we all know, birds are suitable for listening in the morning; However, it is because it is only suitable for listening in the morning that people don't notice it. Birds are always wary of hunting. After dawn, people get up, people get up, and birds can't feel at ease. As soon as the idea of trouble arises, although I want to sing it, I can't sing it, but there must be no beautiful voice when I sing it, which is why it is not suitable for daytime. No one gets up in the morning, and even if there is, the number is very small. Birds have no idea of saving for a rainy day, so they naturally show their ability to sing. Besides, my tongue was stuck all night, and I just wanted to show my singing skills. I just want to play with my voice at this time. This is the so-called "blockbuster without singing" situation, which is why it is suitable for morning. Zhuangzi is not a fish, he can know the happiness of fish; Li Weng is not a bird, he can understand the mood of birds. Anyone who sings birds should treat me as a bosom friend. There are many kinds of pleasure in planting trees, but elegant people also have an inconvenience: lush foliage and no moonlight. It is an unintentional fault to block the moon from being seen (moonlight), and it is not worth blaming. However, it is not that the tree is unintentional, but that people are unintentional. If we prevent this at the beginning of planting trees and leave a free sky to wait for the bright moon (among the trees), we can benefit from it all day and all night.
4. Yang Liushi: On the embankment, Liu Daishulun is weeping willows, and spring comes to make up for parting.
Pedestrians climb high, when my concubine heartbroken. Liu Du Mu alone contains Liu, which blows the ground and shakes the wind for a long time.
The beauty could not bear to fold and looked back at her hand. The willows on the riverside are graceful, and the ancient embankment is filled with smoke.
If the silk does not stop, keep the boat. Zhan Dunren planted 30 hectares of rice and 100 willow trees in Liu Di.
Rice can be used for porridge and willow can be used for cooking. Rest in the shade of willow trees and study in the corner of rice fields.
To be happy, Yao and Shun are both farmers. Liu Zongyuan's play of planting willows is called "History of Liuci Liuzhou", and he planted willows by the river.
Laughing and laughing is a story that continues into the past. When you cover the ground, you will hang the curtain, and when you dry it, you will ascend to heaven.
Good at thinking of others, but shy of passing on. Li Shangyin's farewell dinner in Jiangting, followed Liu Lu's song (back to the official residence), and the words were lightly cut into half a cup.
Jiang has been killed, and Mei Zi has been hiding in the snow. Widowed and true disciple, Yin's worry came at once.
What can I get from poetry, but I think it's twenty cents. A cage of gold thread was in Liu's nest and Han's nest, which bent the bridge, and several children injured their waist.
But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long. Shi Jianwu's miscellaneous songs and words, a branch was broken next to Lu Yang.
This year, I will return to last year's position and will not leave others last year. Wang Bochang and Liu made cigarettes and were resting at night.
The evening breeze is clear and the valley is near, and the new moon shines in Wan Cheng. The firewood in the suburbs sings back, and the golden fishing song returns.
I didn't meet the guests, and because of this, I eased my sadness. Liu Xian's folding willow sand blocks the Three Rivers, and the golden boudoir is in the second spring.
Blue smoke, willow color, and pink continue to lead the way. Show pity and cry, think of dancing towels.
I can't see you because I'm listening to new music. Du Muliu contains only one willow with smoke, which blows the ground and shakes the wind for a long time.
The beauty could not bear to fold and looked back at her hand. On the bank of Yongyu River, willows curl up and a tree smokes.
If the silk does not stop, keep the boat. Zhang Zhi's greasy powder and Joan's make-up are full of blue gauze, and the snow is not boastful.
Jinfeng scratched her head and hung it to her temple, her hair was messed up. Leaning against the cloud screen, sleeping, dreaming and laughing.
There are some pillow flowers hidden in her red cheeks. Lutong sent Cui Liuzhou as an emissary to fetch books, which caused many worries.
If your prince doesn't believe me, he will always look at the bald head. 360 States, only Liuzhou.
It's quite late in Liuzhou, and my husband is very quiet. Flowers fall on the dragon's head, and each flows east and west.
Linlin looks forward to thanking the seagulls on the pond. Bai Juyi recalled that Liu Jiang had planted willows in Jiang Nanan and bid farewell to Jiangnan twice in spring.
Looking back at the green river, I don't know who Pan Zhe is. Bai Juyi (Liujiazhuang) stayed in his old age without wine, and his homesickness was full of tears.
It is better to be poor at home than to suffer at home. Fear of the old and the festival, and fear of the spring.
Tonight's hometown, I should remember that I haven't come home yet. Don Yan Qian weeping willows, weeping willows are lush, but the small building is faintly rainy.
Think of it as daydreaming, where spring comes and spring goes. Wash and dress with Zhang Chang and ride with a smile and childlike innocence.
The sky turns from the hat, and the red candle is near the high pot. The angry face is bright and autumn water, and the wrinkles are far from the peak.
The small garden is full of butterflies, and the quiet courtyard wakes up with wine. It used to be a Qintai Phoenix, but now it is a drugstore dragon.
Baoyu has been throwing for a long time, which is the Jingyang clock. Liu Yuxi's Miscellaneous Songs, Yang Liuzhi's Misty Scenery of the Yangtze River, and Sui Palace's Brush Golden Dike with Trees.
Cragginess still has the color of the times, and waterfowl inhabit the waves. Spring comes first, and the light yellow and green set off the balcony.
Because of her charm, she was invited by Chunfeng. There are many willows in Wushan, and the rain is far away.
Because I want to have infinite things on the balcony, I sing bamboo songs for you. Yang Liuzhi and Li Shangyin's miscellaneous songs and words will be sent with wine for the time being, so don't worry about frowning and waisting.
In this world, nothing is more painful than death, and the spring breeze does not allow people to climb out of suffering because of their love for willow branches. Thick wicker covered in smoke, every branch is unwilling to leave, and thousands of branches wipe the sunset in the twilight.
Take a break and report to pedestrians, leaving half to see them off and half to welcome them back. Don's weeping willows stirred up. No one in the world dares to underestimate the enemy.
The king of Chu planted seeds on the river bank for no reason, and he was so hungry that he lost his waist. Wang Liulang's branches meet cherry trees and reflect into Qingyi.
If you don't learn from the ditch, the spring breeze will hurt you. He's "Singing Willow" is made of jasper, which is as high as a tree and has 10,000 green silks hanging down.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Li Bai's words are blowing, folding willows and brushing green water, shaking the east wind year.
Flowers and jade shut off the snow, leaves warm the golden window smoke. Beauty has a long hatred, and I want to be sad.
Climb the fence to fold the spring scenery and send it to Long Ting. Shen Quanqi boasted that the window reflected the morning sun and the spring breeze blew Luo Zhang.
Wipe your tears and climb the willows. White flowers fly through chaos, and yellow birds think differently.
My concubine was heartbroken from her liver, and others learned about it. Liu Zongyuan Liuzhou fig leaves fall in February, I miss the official situation, spring is half like autumn.
The mountain city is full of rain flowers and banyan leaves are full of warblers. Bai Juyi's Miscellaneous Songs and Words and Yang Liuzhi's Trees Full of Spring Breeze are softer than gold and silk.
In the wild garden in the west corner of Yongfeng, no one has ever belonged to that person. One tree decays from the soil, and two branches flourish in the sky.
This spring, after knowing this mysterious image, Liu Su added two stars to the light. Wen's Zage is the longest outside Yichun Garden, with a leisurely and dancing waist.
It is the heartbroken place of Jade Man, a canal of spring water and Hongshazhou Bridge. The south inner wall is next to Donghuang Road, which predicts yellow spring scenery.
Xinghua doesn't want to think mercilessly, so what is the most heartbreaking thing? There are 10,000 willows in front of Xiao Su, and the bridge is flat with gold thread.
The oriole said nothing, the east wind blew, and Zhumen was shut by a thin waist. Golden wisps of grass and green tiles ditch, and six palaces and eyebrows provoke spring sorrow.
It's late. It's raining in Longchi. I'm half dry and half into the building. Outside Guanwa Palace, in the west of Yecheng, the sail is far from the dike.
It's all about spring grass and green grass Pairs of orioles are golden in color, and the chirping of the branches reveals a moving fragrance.
Fortunately, spring is as long as a line, but unfortunately it is entangled in my heart. The imperial willow is like a silk reflecting the nine heavies, and the phoenix window column is embroidered with hibiscus.
Jingyang building is accompanied by thousands of dew, and a new makeup is waiting for Xiao Zhong. The brocade machine speaks English frequently, stopping to cry and remember people.
Simon is still bleak in March, and even if he hangs on the sun, he can't feel spring. Meng Jiao's cross-wound lyrics and broken willow have many short branches, and short branches have many parting.
The ceremony is far and tired, and the soft strips hang down. Youth has certain festivals, but there is no time for parting.
But don't worry about people and don't complain about being late. Mo Yan has short branches with Sauvignon Blanc in them.
Zhu Yan and Populus cathayensis are in the period of separation. The spring breeze has passed upstairs, and willow songs are in front of the wind.
Branches are not bitter, and grievances last for more than a year. Hua Jing Xue, Ye Ying is late at the beginning.
No one can leave here and be stationed in Jiaohe. Li Shangyin The snow in Jiangbei, Liu Jiangnan began to disappear, and the desert showed a faint yellow color.
Ba 'an has climbed the guest's hand, and Chu Palace has danced first. Qingming brings rain to the official road, and the night wind blows the wild bridge.
If the thread is like silk, it is hatred, and Wang Sungui has a long way to go. When Li Shangyin became a monk, he got two broken willows (Yang Liuzhi in Yuefu Poem) and gave a bottle of wine for the time being, so as not to lose his eyebrows and waist.
There is only parting before the world dies, and the spring breeze strives to cherish the strip. Thick wicker covered in smoke, every branch is unwilling to leave, and thousands of branches wipe the sunset in the twilight.
Take a break and report to pedestrians, leaving half to see them off and half to welcome them back. Dai Shulun sent Song to Canglang Ferry in Guiyang for a haircut and was interrupted by a strong wind.
Who can stand the wind, snow and frost climbing? I sent you ashore one by one, and I found my own lonely place.
It is even more complicated to move the family into the water source of Guishui and plant new willow flowers.