Spring Festival Evening Li Qingzhao
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes.
I'm afraid a boat with two streams can't carry much worry.
Jiuji
Drunk stay, the old name of Yuefu; Jiuji is a new talent tune. Write the spring resentment of picking a shuttle with Jiayu's Qingge. The chapter sends hate, and every word is deep. Respect China and dare to be a slogan. Throw a wisp of silk into the shuttle's heart and weave nine machines again and again. I never know how much I know, and I hate the spring breeze for a long time.
A machine, picking mulberry and trying on spring clothes. It's sunny and warm, and on the peach branches, warblers sing and refuse to let people go home.
Two machines, pedestrians were immediately delayed. I couldn't bear to pay lightly, but I turned and smiled. I returned the flowers for fear of being known.
Third machine, Wu silkworm is old and young. The Dongfeng banquet will stop at Changzhou Garden, and the ladies-in-waiting will change their dancing clothes.
Four machines, black eyebrows in the dumb voice. Back to weaving lotus seeds, the flowers are easy to swallow, the heart is difficult to complete, and the pulse is like silk.
Five machines with stripes woven with Shen Lang's poems. The central sentence says that no one will, don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, just send acacia.
Six machines are playing with flowers. There were even two butterflies among the flowers, who stopped for a day and watched alone in the window shadow for a long time.
After seven machines, Yuanyang hesitated to knit. I'm afraid of being chopped lightly, flying in two places and hating you once. What's your plan?
Baji, palindrome, do you know which poem it is? Woven into a desolate meaning, I kept reading, speechless, unable to bear to think more.
Nine machines, two flowers, two leaves and two branches. Since ancient times, fickle feelings have been separated from each other, and from beginning to end, my heart has been tied with a thread.
Light silk. Like a jade bed, the hands are novel. Flowers and grass, bright and beautiful. Tailor-made, spring song and dance, flying butterflies and orioles.
Spring clothes. It's sad to dye with plain silk. The world is dull and colorless. It should be abandoned forever, just like the autumn fan. When you have nothing in return.
The song flies down and paints Liang Chen, dancing and embroidering. I wanted to hate on the plane, and suddenly there was a heartbroken person in front. When you return to China, you will be good.
Nagato prefecture
Empress Chen, the filial emperor, was jealous. Don't be sad at Nagato Palace. According to legend, people in Shujun, Chengdu, wrote a composition to the world, offering 100 kilograms of gold as their relatives, and taking wine to solve their worries. On the other hand, fortunately, Queen Chen has recovered. If you are a beautiful woman, you will feel at ease. The soul is excessively lost, but not rebellious, haggard and living alone. They say I come and go, eat happily and forget people. Be proud of your heart moving without worrying, and be proud of your blind date. Yi is dull and stupid, and he is chaste in his heart. I am willing to ask questions and make progress, and I will get the jade sound of Zunjun. I hope my empty words are sincere. I will leave the palace in the south of the city. Repair thin tools and set yourself up, but you refuse to be lucky. The program dives alone and specializes in it, and the sky is blowing with the wind. When I arrived in Lantai, from a distance, the gods were embarrassed and lewd. The clouds are gloomy and crowded, and the sky is overcast. Thunder sounds like your car. Float back to the boudoir and lift the curtains. Sweet-scented osmanthus trees compete, and the fragrance disappears. Peacocks gather and coexist, and mysterious apes scream and sing. Emerald comes with wings, and husband and wife are fragrant. When the heart is uncomfortable, evil spirits attack. Go to Lantai and take your time in the palace. The main hall is gloomy and full of worship. By the east wing, the husband is decadent. Squeeze the jade gate and shake the gold shop, which sounds like a silver bell. Carving Mulan is sad, decorating apricot is beam. Luo's tree trip is like a tree, leaving the building and supporting each other. Shi Gui's wood is clumsy and the committee is uneven. It seems that things have changed, like stones. The five colors are dazzling and shine against each other. Right or wrong stone, just like tortoise shell. Qi's curtain is hanging, and Chu's connection is also hanging. Stroking the lintel calmly, you can see the center of the platform. The crane whines and feels lonely. At dusk, I look forward to it, and I feel lonely in the empty hall. Hang the bright moon and look at yourself, and stay in the bridal chamber for the night. Ya Qin's aid to tone sandhi can't last long. The case turned to Xi, and the voice revived. Throughout history, it is generous and proud. Weeping around, tears flowing. Relax and increase, stumble and hesitate. Look at yourself and count your past sorrows. I had no face to show it, so I thought about it and went to bed. If you think you are a pillow, Xi Spring is blue and fragrant. Suddenly falling asleep and dreaming, the spirit is like a gentleman. If you feel it without seeing it, your soul will die. When a chicken crows, it worries about the moon. The audience is among the stars, and the blue clouds come from the East. Looking into the atrium, it looks like autumn frost in four seasons. At night, when I am old, I can't suppress it any more. Wait until dawn, and your eyesight will be restored. My wife feels sorry for herself secretly, but she dare not forget her age.