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! .
The wind is blowing from the east, misty and rainy,
There was a faint thunder from the wheels on the hibiscus pool.
Jin Chan locked the lock and burned incense.
The jade tiger tells the story of the water it is drawing on its rope.
A great lady once stood behind a screen, favoring a poor young man.
Once, a fairy girl, a prince from Weiyi Wang, brought a bridal mat and disappeared.
Spring is not in full bloom,
Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? .
Red beans ring in the south and rush to your branches in the south
Take a hug home for me as a symbol of our love.
Chen (in The Book of Songs)
Guan Guan's pigeon, in Hezhou, is a gentle and graceful lady and a gentleman. Water chestnuts are uneven and flow from side to side. My gentle and elegant lady,
I want it. I want it. I want it. I want it. I want it. I want it. I tossed and turned. I choose it from left to right.
My Fair Lady is a friend of the harp and the harp. My Fair Lady is a friend of the left and the right.
Jia Jian (The Book of Songs Qin Feng)
The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long; Swim back from the inside and swim to the middle of the water.
After a long time, the Millennium is unclear. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
If you follow, the road will be blocked and you will jump. If you follow it, you will drown.
The dew hasn't touched yet. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Follow it, the road is blocked, turn right. Follow it, Wan.
Evil spirits (Han Yuefu folk songs)
Evil! I want to know you, and I will live long.
Thunder in winter, rain and snow in summer, harmony between heaven and earth, but dare to break with you!
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Bring a separated heart and long-term consideration at night.
Although I blew out the candle, it didn't get darker, although I put on my coat, it didn't get warmer, so I left my message to the moon and turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream.
You said you would come, but you didn't. You didn't leave me any trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock. I cry for you and leave forever. I can't wake up yet.
I tried to read your hasty notes, and I found that the ink was too light blue to burn your candle in its kingfisher feather lantern embroidered with hibiscus musk.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
Clouds are smart, flying stars spread resentment, and silver and China people stay away from darkness. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless people.
Tender as water, like a dream, I can't bear to take care of the magpie bridge and go home. If love lasts for a long time, you can't be together sooner or later.
Willow trees in the west city make spring soft. They stay away from troubles. Tears are hard to collect. They still remember their feelings and once went back to the ship's department. On Bi Ye Zhu Qiao's Day, people disappeared and the water ran out.
Young people do not stay here for teenagers. When do they rest? When the flying catkins fall, when they climb the stairs, there are tears, endless tears and many worries.
What is love in the world? Teach me to live and die together. Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the pain, and there will be more stupid children. You should say, Wan Li floating clouds, Qian Shan snow, just for who?
Hengfen Road was lonely in those days, beating gongs and drums. The wasteland and smoke are still flat. What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui was crying in the dark.
The sky is also jealous, I don't believe it. Birds and swallows are all loess. For future generations, I will leave it to poets to sing and drink and visit Qiu Yan.
The fog is thick, the clouds are sad forever, the spirit is refreshing, and the golden beast disappears.
After dusk, the wine in Dongli is full of fragrance.
Red lotus root fragrance, jade leaves autumn color. Leave Luo Shang light and walk to the blue boat alone. Who sent the brocade book? Yan Zi returns, and the West Building will be full tomorrow.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two places of leisure. Nothing can eliminate this feeling, only frowning, but facing my heart.
Send you a poem about your lover/a poem about your lover. May your love be sweet.
I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen? I just hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you don't miss it.
At one time, it was difficult for the sea to touch water. Amber forever is too lazy to look back. He is a monk and a gentleman.
Green heart Ji move, leisurely, even if I don't go, Zi Ning will not inherit this voice? Qing Pei, I miss Long. Even if I don't go, I won't come, will I? At the city gate, within reach. If you don't see it for a day, it will be like March.
Who read the west wind alone cool, yellow Ye Xiao Xiao Guan window. Meditation on the past makes the sun set. Jiuquan sleeps soundly, and gambling books makes tea fragrant. It was just ordinary at that time.
I can't sleep every night. Why does the bright moon call for joy and empty promises?
At first, I wanted to know Lang, and my two hearts were one. Why can't I realize it?
Every winter solstice in Handan post office, I have a kneepad lamp.
The child took the clothes and asked, Why don't you come back?
Red lotus root fragrance, jade leaves autumn color. Leave Luo Shang light and walk to the blue boat alone. Who sent the brocade book? Yan Zi returns, and the West Building will be full tomorrow.
Flowers drift from one body of water to another. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure. Nothing can eliminate this feeling, only frown, only mind.
Since farewell, the sigh has never stopped ringing, and Berberis amurensis and Chunsheng have painstakingly grown up together.
The autumn wind drifted into the window. Look up at the moon.
Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I long for a writer's book.
Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday.
There was nothing on the road, so I picked a cloud and gave it to you thousands of miles away, telling you that children love the world of mortals. Tenderness is inextricably linked, turning into a gentle breeze and drizzle, gently brushing the blue silk skirt. Don't come to warm up and ask me a few more questions.
The mountains are heavy, the water is vertical and horizontal, and there is another village. Did this white cloud float into the house tonight? Don't hate how much you left. Turn into infinite tenderness and give it to the dreamer. When I wake up in my dream, play the lyre for me.
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? Last night, the east wind blew in the small building, so my country could not bear to look back at the middle of the month. Carved fences and jade articles should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. Just freshen up and lean on Wangjianglou. After all, Qian Fan is nothing, the setting sun is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken.
The moon, now at sea, brings a separated heart at this time, and the night is long and considerate. Although I blow out the candle, it is not dark, although I put on my coat, it is not warm, so I leave my news to the moon and turn to my bed, hoping for a dream.