A machine to pick mulberry trees and try on spring clothes. The wind is clear and the sun is warm and languid. On the peach blossom branches, the oriole sings and refuses to let people go home.
With two machines, pedestrians immediately reacted slowly. Deep in my heart, I can't bear to pay lightly. I look back, smile, and go back among the flowers, just for fear of being known by the flowers.
With three machines, Wu silkworms have grown old and young swallows are flying. After the Dongfeng Banquet in Cheung Chau Garden, the ladies and maids in the pavilion have to change into their dance clothes.
There are four machines, and there is a frown behind the hoarse voice. Weaving weaving lotus seeds back and forth, the coiled flowers are easy to twist, the worry is difficult to control, and the veins are as messy as silk.
Five machines, weaving Shen Lang's poems with horizontal patterns. No one understands the central sentence. No words of sadness or hatred, no words of haggard, just longing for each other.
The six machines are all tricks. There are two more butterflies among the flowers. When the shuttle stops, I watch it alone in the shadow of the window for a long time.
With seven machines, Yuanyang hesitated to weave. I'm just afraid of being lightly cut, separated into two places, a separation and hatred, how can we stay together again?
Eight machines, which poem is the palindrome? Woven into a piece of desolation, I read it line by line, feeling speechless and unable to bear to think more.
Nine machines, double flowers, double leaves and double branches. Since ancient times, there have been many farewells. From the beginning to the end, it has tied my heart and passed through it through a thread.
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This is a set of lyrical lyrics with a strong folk song color. It creates an image of a brocade girl from the folk who is extremely loyal to love. She has an incomparable love for the beautiful spring scenery and a persistent pursuit of a happy and happy life. From picking mulberries to brocade weaving, from saying goodbye to looking far away, she forms a colorful and image-like picture. The vivid picture of life gives people great aesthetic enjoyment. It is obviously an expression of the girl's spring sorrow and hatred, and her emotions of separation.
"One Machine" expresses her love for nature and life through the beautiful feelings and intoxication of the girl picking mulberry trees. The "piece of machine" in the first sentence is a metaphor commonly used in folk songs. The second sentence "picking mulberry trees and trying on spring clothes" points out the object, place and season of labor. "The wind is sunny and the sun is warm and the power is weak" expresses a person. The girl is intoxicated in nature. In the three lines of "On the Peach Blossom Branch", she was fascinated by Huang Ying'er's beautiful singing and was reluctant to go back.
"Two Machines" expresses her infinite affection for the lover who is about to leave through the parting feelings of pedestrians hesitating and the woman turning back with a smile. "Pedestrians are hesitant to move immediately" is to see the hesitation of pedestrians from the eyes of the heroine, wanting to act but then stopping, which truly depicts the contradictory mood of being reluctant to leave. "A deep heart cannot bear to pay lightly" is about the inner activities of the heroine, depicting the shyness and reserved attitude of a girl in first love who hides her deep affection. The three lines of "Look back and smile" are not only a unique tacit understanding of her expressing her "deep heart" to the other party, but also an artistic reflection of her concealing her inner secrets.
"Three Zhang Ji" refers to the ancient Wu King's palace maids who had to change their dance clothes, and wrote about the early summer when the silkworms were old, and the girls began to work intensely on brocade weaving.
"Four Machines" uses the artistic technique of homophonic puns in Yuefu folk songs to express the heroine's affectionate longing for her. The woman was meditating while weaving. She did not stop her crafts because of the pain of lovesickness, but weaved the meaning of lovesickness into the silk brocade, so there is the next sentence "Weaving hanging lotus seeds back and forth", where the "dropping lotus seeds" are It's a homophonic pun, which means "having pity on my son", which also means "loving you". "It's easy to twist flowers into knots, but it's hard to untangle sorrow, and the veins are as messy as threads." It means that it is easy to weave twists and turns into beautiful flowers, but it is difficult to clean up the emotions of separation in the heart.
"Five Zhang Ji" expresses the heroine's infinite affection for her sweetheart by weaving poems on cotton and expressing the description of lovesickness. She silently weaves love-sickness poems into horizontal patterns, but is worried that the meaning of the poems will not be understood by her lover. So what exactly is the poetic meaning she weaves on the brocade? "Don't talk about sorrow, don't talk about haggard, just express my love." Here, she repeated two "no words", indicating that she was unwilling to tell the other party her inner sorrow after farewell, nor was she willing to reveal her haggardness. Instead, he only expresses his tenderness and love in the poems.
"Six Machines" uses the two butterflies flying on the brocade and the shuttle stopping in front of the window to watch alone, showing the heroine's rich inner world and complex lovesickness. This symbolizes the two flying butterflies of youth and happiness. A girl who is in love for the first time is naturally very sensitive, so she can't help but "stop for a while, watch alone in the shadow of the window for a long time."
"Seven Machines" uses the pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water to worry about being "lightly cropped", highlighting the doubts about the destruction of the happy life of youth, and expressing the heroine's endless worries about the future and destiny. Weaving a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water, we should be happy, but why do we feel "hesitant" instead? It turned out that she was "only afraid of being lightly cropped", which would cause a divorce that was difficult to resolve.
"Ba Zhang Ji" expresses the heroine's endless resentment through the depressed mood caused by reading the palindrome. Obviously knowing that the palindrome poem was sent by Su Hui to her husband, why did she ask "that poem"? Because of her longing for love, her desolation was melted together with Su's palindrome poem. Su's palindrome poems express her thoughts and feelings. Her thoughts and feelings are placed in Su's palindrome poems. They are integrated into one and are indistinguishable.
"Nine Machines" uses the metaphor of flowers and branches to express the heroine's persistent pursuit of a better life and her deep accusation against thin men.
"Unlucky lovers" and "partings often" have been true "since ancient times"; but what about "passionate girls"? But it is necessary to "tie the heart from beginning to end and thread it through a thread", that is, to use a thread full of sweetness and affection to tightly connect the red flowers, green leaves and soft branches together. This "heart" "Rather than saying it is the heart of a lover, it is better to say that it is the heart of a couple. This "thread" refers to the love of the same heart. It is a pun and has a profound meaning. It highlights the girl's true feelings, kind character, and beautiful wishes, leaving a lasting impression on people. Made an indelible impression.
A plane rolls up the curtain in the morning breeze and the rain is like weaving green marks in front of the steps. The late spring feeling and tears send each other away, cherishing the sorrow of separation and a few people getting to know each other
Two captains’ notes about how they met at the beginning of the year. Sweeping the emerald green eyebrows, looking back at Liubo and smiling, Pingting will be gone and come again
Three planes, twilight, heavy lead clouds, distant mountains, wild geese flying together, lonely hearts filled with pink tears, chasing dreams and souls at the end of the world
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Four paintings of flying giants flying across the sky and deep green azaleas, floating clouds reflecting in the water, light dust rising out of the small pond, creating ripples
Five paintings of lotus flowers in the shade of green poplars, blown by willows and blown by warm breeze. The spring drunkenness in the pavilion softly whispers and softens the eyebrows
The chrysanthemums are yellow in front of the window of the six-storey machine. The colorless phoenix sighs at the scenery. The autumn wind frightens the scattered butterflies. The two phases are boundless
Seven colorful paper rulers are used to express lovesickness. Thousands of sails pass by and people don’t recognize the setting sun. Looking across thousands of mountains, the beauty’s return is late
Eight ones are deeper and have leaks. The lamps are like beans and long silk is woven into a plate, buckles, pins and pins. Tender painting screen, clear shadow and thinness
Nine machines, heavy with frost, air-cooled, fire in the furnace, green hands, all the silk, the machine has been parked for a long night, the long night is full of mixed feelings and thoughts, even two people can be of the same mind
One machine, lotus flowers in June in Xiaotang During this period, there was so much affection and affection involved. Hibiscus is like a face, who cares about it? Look into the mirror and straighten your hair.
Two machines, green willows beside the pond are covered with flying branches, and thousands of catkins are blown away by the wind. The soul floats thousands of miles away, knowing who will follow you, and I will hear the flute playing in the spring.
Three planes, a row of egrets roosting towards the south, red clouds filling the sky competing for the brilliant glow. The silk basket is sent far away, and old memories are added, and new words are gloomy.
Four machines, koi carp swimming in the deep blue water, but making waves towards people. Throwing it among the flowers, I also hope that people will know it, who can say that I am crazy.
There are five machines, thousands of flowers on the ground, and people are sleeping among the flowers. The ground is paved with red flowers, brocade silk is gently held, and the silk is hand-woven.
Six Zhangji, green peaks and green ridges are accompanied by clouds, and the silver flowing in the stream becomes a waterfall. Youthful spirit, Zhongli period, landscapes are all included in poetry.
Seven machines, lightly dressed in red makeup, contemplating, weaving clouds and holding flowers in hand. A floating dream, there is no ladder in the end, but the fragrance remains but there is a period.
With eight machines, the mandarin ducks weaved the Qingshui River and handed it to the Prime Minister to weep in the red. The fine ripples and patterns once played with the flowers, but how can they be separated from each other?
Nine-piece looms, hand-picked white Luo clothes, and weaving red embroidery on the lining. The icing on the cake is the lingering sunset and the silken loveliness.
Nine-card machine
One-card machine. Spring brings new silk as one wishes. The delicate oriole tries to speak shyly and feebly. The peach blossoms are beginning to bloom, the clear waves are rippling slightly, and the windy roads are full of spring charm.
Two machines. The butterflies lingering on the low branches. Tenderness and fragrant dust. The shadows of two couples, whispering in front of the flowers, are so infatuated.
Three card machines. The silver hook dawn is at that time. The breeze wants to mess up the fragrant green grass. The green plum blossoms are filled with ink, the dancing rhythm is full of emotions, and a few new poems are intoxicated.
Four machines. The flying red fades away and spring returns. The pattern weaving back is sent to the first phase. It's easy to tie the knot of concentric thoughts, but it's hard to untie the thread of worry. I'm speechless and frowning secretly.
Five-card machines. The lotus leaves in the small pond become new poems. No one will understand you if you mutter to yourself. Sing two swallows, sing two butterflies, but don't express lovesickness.
Six cards. The residual lotus is haggard and thin with blue hair. I still pity the cardamom and it contains the feeling of spring. Wandering for a few degrees, the cold wind a few degrees, hopeless for spring's return.
Seven-card machines. Listening leisurely will miss your thoughts. It is difficult to rest after tossing and turning. Re-reading old sentences, walking into a dream, the melancholy night lasts for a long time.
Eight machines. Want to cut but hesitate. The words "Feiyan" condense blood and tears. In the shadow of the west window, I listen to the night rain alone, and bear to watch the wax turn to ashes.
Nine-card machines. The bitterness of the plum blossom contains cold fragrance. The remaining half of the poem is frivolous. Yesterday's love was like water, but tonight it's over again, with some new words.
A machine, folding willows in front of the bottle to say goodbye. I am so sad that I have no plan to punish you. You are in a different place, and I am here, hoping that you will have a clear understanding.
Two machines, I forced myself to smile and put on my cold clothes when I said goodbye. I would like to go with the spring grass man, secretly shed pink tears, lean on the railing and look into the distance, the dawn smoke is low outside the building.
Three machines, don’t take it lightly if you are bored. A bit of lovesickness leaves only residual dreams, and my fingers are full of bends. If I carefully calculate my itinerary, I should go to Longxi.
With four machines, it is unknown where the bluebird is roosting. There was no news after the king and grandson left. I was looking forward to seeing a brocade book suddenly arrive outside the clouds, every word of which was inlaid with pearls.
Five-player, leaning against the window to reread the movement collection. There is a lot of desolation in the sentence, sparse and light, soft and curling, and it is a pity to cover up the volume.
Six Zhangji, I saw the willow oriole singing when I was painting the beam. The fragrance of the flowers and the moonlight pity the shadow. On my pillow last night, I clearly dreamed of a chicken at the fifth watch.
Seven machines, the cold quilt was attacked by the cold night. The fragrant boudoir tossing and turning, I can't sleep, the lamp is broken and the books are hanging, I lie down and listen to more leaks, but I see the dawn star moving.
Eight machines, blue spring water is like glass. I remember traveling together hand in hand, sitting in front of flowers, explaining Yi's wise words, and dreaming vaguely.
Nine cards, money will fall and ask for the return date. The soft silk styles are lingering together, I hope that the bright moon can illuminate people's way home, and don't let people get lost in the distance.
A machine, separated by a folded grass path by the stream. The sky full of flowers fell into the water, sparse and faint, and the sorrow accumulated in my heart, I couldn't help but pity my idiot.
Two machines, the cool breeze ruffled the hair on the temples. Let me send my thoughts to my pillow. After meeting each other several times, I look back and smile, secretly raising my eyebrows.
Three machines, wearing old clothes in the northwest of the balcony. But when I hear the rain of banana trees miserable, I pick them up with bare hands and put them in with painstaking efforts. Who would pity them when they are haggard?
Four machines, the morning dawn is quiet and the people are late. The cold weather has arrived in autumn in the south of the Yangtze River. By the Xiling Bridge, partridges are flying in the sky, all alone and graceful.
With five machines, the disabled heroes dance to make them lovesick. The west wind does not understand the affairs of the world. It whistles when it rises and whistles when it retreats, but there is no green smoke.
With six machines, it’s hard to say that no one knows what’s going on. I once touched a hibiscus branch in my pen, and the alliance has been made. I secretly promise it with my white head, hoping that the envoy will have a clear understanding.
Seven machines, the quilt can reveal the sound of old cold insects. People can't sleep while wandering around the small pavilion. They sit in front of the flowers, explain Yi's pleasantries, and look up at the lead dish for washing.
Eight machines, the late autumn has already asked about the return date. When did the Milky Way merge into two places? The ruins of the case are solitary lamps. After reading the brocade books, each one is a pearl.
Nine Zhang machines, Jade Dragon is in urgent need at the beginning of winter. A cup of wine carefully searches for the traces of the past. The plum blossoms have all fallen. I will only make an appointment to lean in front of the pavilion with you in the coming year.
With a machine, the sun returns with rain. Who will replace Yedu Zhouxing? The flowers are like a brocade, the floating life is like a duckweed, and I miss you deeply after hard work.
Two machines with palindrome characters Shu Xuanji. The frost and flowers in the south window are as beautiful as jade. In the Linghua mirror, in front of Xiaozhuang's case, I am afraid that the wind and the moon will fade away.
Three machines, there is no shame in knowing each other in this life. Let go of the pity and love of this world. The ruler is hidden in the sleeves, the red beans are picked up with a smile, and the moon in the west building is hesitant.
Four machines, playing string strings with plain hands. It makes people miss each other. The pear blossoms are beautiful and whisper softly, fearing that someone will be obsessed with writing.
Five machines, Pengshan Road is far away and you are heading west. Liu Lang has nowhere to go. The spring silkworms are getting old, the mulberry trees are getting greener, and there is no way to send the cold clothes.
Six machines, dreams in this life and in the future. Yunmeng is very interesting. The tired wings are lazy, the wind is messing up the hair, and the haggard skin is hurt.
Seven Zhangji, the night is cool and the autumn is cool, you should wear more clothes. The frosty sky is lightly cold on the ground. The sound of crickets has finally stopped, the light shines thousands of miles away, and my mind longs to visit my old place.
Eight machines broke off all the spring flowers and left the remaining branches. It is difficult to find old traces in Liang Garden. In the play, life and death are as vast as the horizon, and the threads of the heart are woven into pieces.
Jiuzhangji, I advise you not to miss lovesickness after farewell. Let’s say goodbye to each other in this life. Remember the past alliance and fulfill the old covenant, and appreciate the old words in the next life.
With a machine, Mo Yan can’t wait to see the dawn of spring. The fragrance of jade can be smelled deep in the willow darkness. It is leisurely and joyful, causing all the flying catkins, and painting the boat on the Su dike.
The second machine is on the west side of the building at the beginning of the next month. The sound of flute singing among the flowers while pouring water. Lotus rhymes, full of smiles, deep brows and low spring banks.
Three machines, jasper made up into jade silk. Blue birds look at each other in the sky. The brocade script is written, and the wild goose characters are interesting. Who weaves this scene?
Four machines, a plain song with warm strings. The wings of a white butterfly pass through the gap between the curtains. The shadows of swallows in Guitang, the sound of painted corners, how can I send my lovesickness.
Five cards, if you don’t believe in the dream, it will never come true. He is willing to write poems and essays that describe his heart. It's hard to beat the high cold, and with wavy brows and autumn eyes, I suspect it's a gathering of immortals.
Six machines broke all the branches of Baqiao. Send each other off in the distant sails. Looking out at the wind, the flowers are sobering and people are drunk, and the willows are leaning on each other in front of the embankment.
The seven-card machine is the best time to watch and feel sad. The lights are dim and people can't sleep. The oriole's throat is twittering, the night is always desolate, and the chicken is often heard at dawn.
Eight machines, leaning against the open firewood gate in Beipu Garden. The autumn clouds rustled away with the wind. The steps are covered with moss, yellow leaves are everywhere, and a lonely man is drying his raincoat.
Nine machines, holding a blue boat and riding a light smoke. The sound of Guihong sounds outside Yangguan. Looking for flowers in the mist and crying in front of the water case.
On a machine, Liuxia weaves a phoenix garment. The sunset in the south of the Yangtze River is in the wind and smoke. With her brows full of words and green hair on her temples, the woman has nothing to think about.
Two machines, the golden wind is lingering. Mulan stared at the boat. The water ripples clear, the wood sings the green branches, and we hope to know each other for a long time.
Three machines, bamboo branches in the shadow of bamboo branches. The sunrise in Dongshan is somewhat clear. Under the Xiuyun window, I read with my eyebrows low, poems at four o'clock in the middle of the night.
Four machines, the ancient music of Baoqin and Liushui. Qing Shang music scores frequently contain errors. With a shy smile, he pointed his finger one by one in the sound of jingdong.
Five cards, three oaths on the stone. Pray for the suffering in this life. The South Garden is full of flowers, and you are surprised when you see them, but you are still confused when you meet them.
Six machines, who can we expect from this far away country? The clouds are three thousand miles away. The long and weak water, the bright stars and the moon, long live without migration.
Seven machines envy him the white tiger and Cai Luan riding. Three mountains and five mountains are not far away. Together with the family members, side by side with the immortal couple, we return to the west of Dongtian.
Ba Zhangji, where is Wu Yinweng’s wife? All kinds of village ugly are suitable for both. Warm and cold, hunger and fullness, oil, salt, firewood and rice, the white head will last for a hundred years.
Nine machines, who said that silkworms only become silk when they are old? The blue waves are blooming and the west wind rises. The body is like an autumn lotus root, the heart is like a lotus seed, and I feel lovesickness to the core.
A machine, the Sun Niu once recalled bathing in fat. The Milky Way is shallow. The number of threads in the shuttle weaves a new dream, and even more misses me on the pillow.
With two machines, the moonlight is like washing and dyeing blue silk. Who can make Chunshan charming again? The wild geese return silently, and the solitary wolf is tired and lazy. How can I recall the two flying together?
Three machines, the war is ablaze. Erlang's bones are nowhere to be found. The beauty has teary eyes, the young man has a bad life, who is the bird that roosts for?
With four machines, shuttles weave heartbreaking poems. The red tear stains overflow the short note. Dating on a jade pillow, the night wind invades the dream, and the time of your return is unclear.
With five machines, when will it be like this again? The bridal chamber is filled with candles, lights and flowers.
The mandarin ducks were together, how could they be so lonely as a pillow, bathing in red clothes secretly?
Six machines are used to make hundreds of flower branches. The crazy bee searches for flowers in vain. You have been traveling for a long time, and your faith is faint. Who knows where the flowers will bloom.
Seven machines, stopping the shuttle and condensing the beauty of lovesickness. Yulang can identify the character Xue Tao. There are two places of leisure and sorrow, the curtains of the boudoir are silent, and the haggardness damages the beauty.
Eight machines, spring silkworms will lose their threads until they die. Poor brocade, no one recognizes it. It's so haggard that the breeze arouses hatred, and I can't bear to think about it any more.
Nine machines, the cloud hairpin on the temples makes a sad sound. The slender hands weave frequently. How can the sorrow of separation disappear when you return without a day? Luo Wei is drunk with tears.
With a machine, Xiao Hong is good at poetry. The young man doesn't understand what love is, so he writes on the flower paper with brocade patterns, conveying sorrow and hatred, and deliberately writing about lovesickness.
Two machines, plum blossom posture and willow waist. Deep in the embroidered curtain, under the rhombus mirror, the eyebrows are lightly swept, the red lips are lightly tapped, and the thin Luo clothes are secretly tried on.
Three machines, spring night and spring rain rise in the spring pond. The warmth of spring brings my heart to my boudoir. I go out on the greenery to pick up the greenery, listen to the fluttering of orioles and butterflies, and refuse to lose the light of spring.
Four machines linger around and the sun flies to the west. The narrow bridge with hanging poplars, curved water and rainbow, I was suddenly surprised to see it, I smiled sweetly, and my heart followed secretly.
There are five machines, and the matchmaker ties her clothes with red silk. Once married as a bride, the mandarin ducks and purple swallows fly together and stay together, and their happiness is better than that of the thrush.
Six machines, the spring breeze blows the green poplar embankment again. When Yulang went out, he was heartbroken. He walked across the river bridge and on the post road, holding his clothes and hands, hiding his tears and asking about his return date.
Seven machines, travelers are far to the west of Yujing. Who knows the bitterness of being a traveler? In the wild shop in Jiangcun, the solitary lamp is waning and the moon is shining, and the dream is breaking and Zigui is crying.
Eight machines hang on the autumn fence in the autumn frost and autumn night. Unbearable to be frightened by the autumn geese, I lean against the building and look into the mirror. The red pins and greenery are diminishing. Who knows if my soul is broken?
There are nine machines, the plum blossoms are sparse and the snow is falling. Suddenly I heard the magpie chattering in the tree in the courtyard, and I thought to myself that the night before, the lights were blooming and the flowers were blooming, but the jade man returned?
A machine, with a solitary lamp and shadow leaning against the dim moon. It is difficult for my delicate hands to pick up strands of silk. Thousands of measures, thousands of lovesickness, all expressed in the east wind.
Two machines, old hair and pale face are ashamed to be washed again. There are dead branches among the flowers. Prosperity on the brocade, dullness at the bottom of my heart: a journey of five thousand miles.
There are three looms, the east end is not woven with palindrome brocade, and the west end is early with the word "Goose Hong" and a horizontal stripe. In the middle, the concubine has been married to him.
With four machines, stop the shuttle, relax your eyebrows and hands, and have a half-day of leisure. Everyone is worried about the situation in the two places, and it rains in the middle of the night.
With five machines, the mandarin ducks and ducks will fly apart when weaving. Why stay in Hanchi so hard? Want to be in a foreign land, a hotbed of warm quilts, and a world full of spring scenery?
The six-piece machine is cut by Huajin by hand, so no one else needs to say anything. Even if there is a negative relationship, it is reasonable. I am betrothed to myself!
Seven looms, one weaving and one embroidery, with my heart in mind. There are many dancing girls in the palace. In exchange for Ah Zhu, when the husband returns, I will remarry you.
There are eight machines, the words are delayed in the hoarse voice, and the light red sleeves are stained with tears. Just then I went to Qianlang, then I left to Jinlang, and then I saw him off on his journey of no return.
Nine looms, the corners of which continue to weave the sycamore tree, and the twin branches and leaves are waiting for the phoenix to rest. There are cars and horses in front of the door, string music outside the window, and I can listen to the song of seeking the Phoenix.
One plane, the traces of fragrance are nowhere to be found, the love is empty, the connection is empty, the night dream is for no reason, riding the Luan back, the labor and swallow fly in two parts
Two planes , I climbed up the stairs and looked far away to ask about my return date. No one cares about my leisurely worries. The new wind cuts the moon. What is this person like? Is there so much suspicion everywhere?
Three machines, the wind is high and the moon is full and falling to the west of the window, the gums are covered with brocade and colorful quilts, the bitter supper is short, the boudoir is leaning against the door, who is going to brush the fragrance on the skin.
Four cards, passionate people are deceived by passionate people, the heart dies before the body grows old, and the lonely wife is alone, whispering through the dawn window, and crows to the nightingale.
Five pictures, the beautiful girl sits alone in the newly moved mirror, sad and haggard, wearing a bun in reverie, lazily combing her hair, secretly looking forward to a good time.
The six pieces of paper were still folded to see off the departing branches. The silence was just sad, the mountain breeze was faint, the sky was green, and the scenery was sighing.
Seven Zhangji, a night of cool breeze penetrates the heart, the remaining red flowers are falling all over the ground, the flowers are blooming and falling, the morning and evening are gone, the grudges are knitted together and the eyebrows are low.
Eight pictures, wrapped in single clothes when the cold comes, the most beautiful things must be remembered, there is only a shadow in front of the window, the beautiful woman is like jade, and there are few stars in the night.
Nine cards, in front of the quilt, I wrote a dream about melancholy, the lonely star and the cold moon make people suffer, the love is hard to break, I sat up alone, and put on my purple dress.
On a machine, the tragic song melodiously wraps around the light branches, shaking withered and red with a soft sound. The curtains are slowly rolled up, feeling helpless and helpless, and the autumn wind blows again.
Two machines, the screen is off, listening to the crows of crickets at night, and writing all the remaining poems with no hope. I'm typing on the keyboard, my heart is full of dreams, and my sentences are full of crazy words.
Three machines, a few strands of black hair and blue hair, who is playing with the cool breeze and the moon. There is no boat in the empty boat, and there are personal feelings. I lean on the railing and look at the sky.
Four machines, admiring the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, my heart is silent, and Chang'e's tears are dripping again in the cold weather. The sweet-scented osmanthus and the jade rabbit can solve lantern riddles, so why bother asking Hou Yi.
Five machines, clear lanterns and watch the sleepy night, and a few autumn chrysanthemums to add to the sleepiness. A faint fragrance, imaginary as a confidant, wanting to go into the spring breeze.
With six machines, dead leaves and branches fell all over the ground, and the mournful roar broke the silence of the autumn pond. The courtyard is idle, the path is deserted, the thin words are solitary, and the cold moon shines on the bottom of my heart.
Seven Zhangji, the leisurely sea and cool shores are weeping, and the west wind brings snow to urge autumn to go. I drink alone and pour myself. I collect the pole and hide the jigsaw, and draw the firewood to bake the cold wall.
Eight machines, residual glasses of strong wine and solitary music, beating tables and chairs to the beat. Dancing in the drunken wind, there are wolves all over the place, and the moon is in full swing.
There are nine machines, the gray forest and mist stick to the small building, and the whistle is noisy where the fence is gone. Looking out the window, you can see the cold mist blowing over you and the incense of smoke blowing away in the wind.
Nine machines [Zhao Zhiwei]
One machine, plain water, blue sky and green willows hanging down. The east wind cannot understand the core of the flower, and the strands of silk are hurrying and slowly trying to send the spring flowers back.
Two planes, watching wild geese flying through the bead curtain at the top of the building. The moonlight is clear and dust-free, the sky wolf is covered by clouds, and the cuckoo sings, it's better to just go home.
Three machines, one brocade and two embroideries. Twisting it horizontally and vertically is always silk. The west wind blows every year and returns to Hong every year. How can I care for my lovesickness?
Four machines, the lotus pond is green in July in the south of the Yangtze River. The lotus boat moved with the sound of leaves, picked lotus seeds and folded lotus leaves, but asked how to send them?
Five machines, picking chrysanthemum hairpins on the east fence. The west wind is getting colder and my skin is cold. I drink wine with cinnamon dew and write a sentence about a peach fan. How can I feel sorry for you?
Six machines, the setting sun and the slanting wind return the figures. Those who are tired of being a long-distance traveler in a foreign country can miss their loved ones during every festive season. What can they see when they climb high?
Seven machines, Shu mountain, Shu water, Shu sky are green, year after year, love in Shu. The earth is far away and the sky is far away. I lean on the railing and look far away, and hear the sound of returning geese.
Ba Zhangji, pomegranate flowers bloom in the southern sky, grass grows and orioles fly like smoke in the willows. Who has ever remembered that it seems vaguely like the candles dimming by the west window.
Nine cards, the past is illusory, and the water, moon, mirror and flowers are never destined. A handful of black hair, thirty years passed by the water's edge.
Nine-piece machine [Ximen Jiqi]
One-piece machine. Outside the garden, the smoke is light and the willow silk is green, and the river flows gently and the water is sentimental. The shadow of the Qionglou Palace is a little deep in the palace, lonely with the moon leaning against it.
Two machines. The wind blows the lotus and sends clear ripples, and the king can understand the fragrance and beauty. Shuo Fei's heart is in confusion, and the night is always silent, and there is no way to see it for how long.
Three card machines. If you want to weave a brocade handkerchief skillfully, you are willing to give it to me. I have no regrets, but he avoids me, so I can't bear to part with you.
Four machines. In the middle of the night, the dark lamp dreams of each other, and the memories of past love bring tears to our eyes. When I wake up from the dream, the swallows fly away, looking for things at the end of the world.
Five-card machines. The machine sighs loudly, and there is no plan to return to the peach blossom formation. Brocades and books are sent frequently, but despite the wind and rain, we can never meet again.
Six cards. Weave brocade handkerchiefs and robes into a piece of love. Spring waves and clear water, poor mandarin ducks, for whom are they covered with gray hair?
Seven-card machines. Time is easy to see in the old mirror, I'm afraid we won't know each other again. Still reminiscing about old dreams, like water flowing eastward, I still have to wait for when I will regret it.
Eight machines. I feel so lost in ecstasy that I know all the flowers, and my longing and yearning remain unchanged. Looking back suddenly, the love is still there, but I just sigh that you are late.
Nine-card machines. Two places and two dwelt on the branches, why do we need many oaths when we are in love? The babbling and the mute are tied together by love, weaving together the infatuation of two hearts.
Jiu Zhangji [Silver Flute Boy]
He is too anxious to travel through the cold window day and night ***Weaving lovesickness sentences for Jiu Zhangji all his life, looking at the world of mortals without any problems
One spring silkworm spun out thousands of silk threads just because of the thousands of knots of love, the soft intestines turned and turned, and the lovesickness cut it and turned into colorful butterflies.
Two airports, one parted and the other parted, and they were separated for ten years. Mornings and evenings, spring nights are short and incomplete, tears are falling from the lonely pillow
Three plum blossoms are missing and the bridge is broken. The west and east winds are powerless to lean on the spring branches. One night, the cold rain is red and the ground is full of broken dreams. Broken dreams are in vain
The beauty of the four pictures moves the heart of spring with a smile. The hibiscus tent is warm and undressed. King Yunyu Xiang of Wushan intentionally promised not to separate.
Where do the five pictures meet? The dream is vague, the mountains are thousands of miles away, the red dust is rolling, the green mountains are silent, the sunset is also lingering.
The six-card machine sees the oriole crows on the willow again, the pitiful spring scenery leans against the east fence, the pear vortex smiles lightly, the flying petals silently count the return dates
The seven-card machine, life is like a dream, like a shuttle, weaving in a rush of lovesickness. There is no place to ask, how deep is the sorrow, how much spring is left, no plan, tired and lazy in clothes
Eight pictures, one pool of moonlight, lovesickness, mandarin ducks facing each other, red clothes, orchid boat, one lotus leaf, no place in the depths, no words, melancholy
Nine-piece butterflies are woven together and want to fly together through the world of mortals, past lives, this world, and heaven to cuddle up with you ***