People feel sentimental and thin, and now they really regret it; Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.
Weak water, a gourd ladle bitter, provoked heartbroken.
Looking from the bridge, Meng Po was covered with shadows and was in rags.
Today, when he came home, the Iraqi dream had withered.
Silver hair, ear burns, soup and medicine are worn by feeling.
There are countless sentimental species in the world, and the situation of tears and acacia is the same.
However, marriage is predestined, and love is often broken.
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. All the doors are empty, the party is nostalgic, and the blue boat is urging. Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless. Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy.
Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, and the cold autumn festival is even worse! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to?
One of my favorite ancient poems is Sentiment.
Published in May 2007-1 0: 25: 00
Titu Chengnanzhuang Cuihu
On this day last year, in this door,
Peach blossoms set each other off in red.
People don't know where to go,
Peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
Li Siyuan Zhen
Once the ocean is short of water,
Amber forever.
Looking back at the flowers lazily,
Half the sky is cultivated, half the sky is a gentleman.
Yang Liuzhi's Ci Liu Yuxi
Willow and green Jiang Shuiping,
Smell the songs on the Langjiang River.
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west,
The road is sunny or sunny.
Endless desire
Spring outing, apricot flowers everywhere. Who is young and romantic?
I'm going to marry him, but I can't be ashamed of being mercilessly abandoned!
Huan (Huan Yin) Xisha Zhou Bangyan (Song)
Fight for tung flower temples to droop and make a small makeup pool. When bees are around, go out and step on socks.
Jump out to increase the weight of the wrist, and the pipa plucks out the sad four strings. Who wants to cut spring clothes on a cold night?
Jinmen Feng Yansi (Sisi) (Nantang)
As soon as the wind blows, it wrinkles into a pool of spring water. Yuanyang fragrant path, hand swallowing (if two sounds) red almonds.
The duck is lazy and lonely, and the jade scratches its head obliquely. I can't see Jun Jun all day, but I can smell the magpie's happiness when I look up.
Que Qiao Xian Qin Guan (Song Dynasty)
What a coincidence, flying stars spread grievances, and Yinhan sneaked into Chen Cang. Golden phoenix and high curative value meet, more than countless people.
Tender as water, ritual like a dream, you can go home from the bridge! If the relationship between two people is long-lasting, it is still a matter of time.
Butterfly lotus technique
On the threshold, chrysanthemums are worried about smoke and blue tears, the curtain is light and cold, and swallows fly away.
The bright moon does not know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely on Zhuhu Lake.
Last night, the west wind adjusted the trees, climbed the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.
If you want to send a colorful letter (sword tip) and a ruler, you know where it is.
Cai sang zi Yan Shu
Time will only make people old, not sentimental.
I hate leaving the pavilion for a long time, but I easily wake up with tears and wine.
Last night, the phoenix tree was westerly and bright.
Good dreams are often surprising, and there are geese in tall buildings.
Jinse Li Shangyin (Tang)
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
There are tears in the sea, and the blue fields breathe their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Jade case, Yuan Xin Qiji (Song)
Thousands of trees bloom in the east wind night, and the stars are like rain. BMW carving cars look all over the road, the wind is rustling, jade pots are shining, and fish dragons dance all night.
The laughter of the moth faded away, and the crowd searched for him thousands of times. Looking back at dusk, the man was there, dimly lit.
Liu Yong (Song)
Standing in a dangerous building, the wind is thin, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. No one can rely on silence in the afterglow of grass.
I plan to get drunk and treat wine as a song, which is strong and tasteless. The wider the clothes are, the more regretful they are, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Jane Yimei and Li Qingzhao (Song)
Red lotus root fragrance can last forever, so I can untie Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word "wild goose" turns back, and the moon is full of the West Building.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is no way to get rid of this feeling, only frown and take it to heart.
Hate Li Bai (Tang)
How beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement and sitting in the air. You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much.
Qiu Puge. Li Bai (Tang)
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a long blade. I wonder where to look for autumn frost in the mirror.
Dong Yuankai of Langtaosha (Qing Dynasty)
The crescent moon bows, the black magpie bridge rings, and the clouds are slightly curved with silver.
There is no shower head in the sky, and forgetting is even worse.
Don't be hard to see, tears will fall in tears. Some people hesitate to stand alone.
If it is true once a year, it is better than the world.
Su Shi's Jiangchengzi.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, and there is nowhere to talk about the lonely grave. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home. Xiao Xuan window was dressing up, and I didn't care about anything but a thousand tears. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
Su Shi (Song)
Flowers wither and red apricots are small.
Swallows fly, green water people go around.
There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea!
Swing inside and outside the wall.
The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.
Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind. It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
-Naran Xingde's Mulan Ci, Antique Ci, Cambodian Friends
Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin)
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.
Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin)
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, it has been longer. The east wind has started, flowers have withered, 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! .
Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin)
The stars last night and the wind last night are in the west of the studio and the east of the cinnamon room. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
Queqiaoxian (Qin Song Pass)
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Drunk flowers (Song Qingzhao)
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
Chemei (Song Qingzhao)
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Mulan Tobacco Tree (Song Dynasty)
On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off.
The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
Linjiang Xianyan (Song)
After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking.
When hatred came last spring. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on clothes.
Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
Distant Altair
Nineteen Ancient Poems (Korean)
Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl.
Skillful hands, make a loom.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.
The river is clear and shallow, and there are many differences.
Between water and water, there are no words.
Wen (Tang)
Jade furnace incense, red candle tears, partial according to the painting hall Qiu Si.
The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter.
A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
Cui Jiao the donkey.
Childe, prince, grandson followed in his footsteps, green beads crying towel.
Xiao Lang was a passer-by as soon as Houmen entered the sea.
The Second of Three Sorrow Poems: Tang Yuanzhen
But suddenly, in front of my eyes, you left. A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die.
Your needlework is blocked. I dare not look at it. Almost all your clothes have been given away.
Sometimes, in dreams, I bring you gifts, and I continue your generosity to us men and women.
But unlike those who have been poor together, this is a sorrow that all mankind must know.
Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty, the second of two untitled poems
There are many curtains in your carefree house where ecstasy lasts all night.
What if they don't bring lovers into their rooms? Besides dreams, what is the life of angels?
The moon dew makes the laurel leaves sweet, and the storm makes the nut horns charming.
However, how it relieves my heart! I know very well that this kind of love will not have any result.
Jin Tongxian sings Chinese songs, Tang.
Maoling Liulang Qiu Fengke heard that Ma Si knew nothing at night.
Hua Zhu GUI Hua Shu Gua Qiu Xiang 36 Gongtu Garden
Wei Guan led the car thousands of miles, and the sour wind in Dongguan shot at his eyes.
When I drove John out of the palace door, I remembered that my feelings were like lead water.
Declining orchid to see Fujian off, Xianyang Road, if there is love, the sky will grow old.
The desolate acropolis is far away and the sound waves are very small.
Du Mu in Tang Dynasty
Down and out, restaurant Jianghu outfit.
I dreamed of Yangzhou for ten years and won the reputation of a brothel.
Wang wentingyun
After washing and dressing, I leaned against Wangjianglou alone.
The oblique sunlight casts a lingering light.
Oblique sunshine casts a lingering brilliance;
Broken-hearted Baipingzhou
Witch hazel soup Du Qiuniang
I advise you not to cherish gold clothes. I advise you to cherish your youth.
Bloom can fold straight, don't wait for the flowers to run out.
Li Yu, Bodhisattva of Southern Tang Dynasty
Flowers, bright moon, dark cage and light fog, so I can go to Lang's side tonight.
Hand-held gold shoes with socks and incense steps
On the south bank of the painting gallery, I saw a glimpse of trembling people.
It's hard for a slave to come out and teach you compassion.
Long live the five generations of Feng Yansi.
Spring banquet, sake, a cup of song.
Worship Chen Sanyuan again.
I hope Lang Jun is a thousand years old.
Second, I wish my health.
Three wishes are like the meeting of Liang for many years.
Die Hua Lian Song Ouyang Xiu
The courtyard is deep and the smoke screen is piled with willows.
Jade music carving Anyou Ye Chu Lou is too high to see Zhangtai Road.
The wind and rain are coming, and it closes in March, and there is nothing left in spring.
Tears let the flowers fly over the swing without saying a word.
Yulouchun Song Ouyang Xiu
Before you honor me, I'm going to say, the return date is not over, and the spring will be swallowed first.
Life is born infatuated with love, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance.
Leave the song, don't renovate it. A song can teach intestinal knots.
Before the spring breeze, it is easy to see all the flowers in Los Angeles.
Langtaosha Song Ouyang Xiu
Drink Dongfeng and relax.
At that time, Mozi Los Angeles of Chuiyang always traveled around the Champs-Elysé es hand in hand.
Gather, disperse, suffer, worry, and hate endlessly.
This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers are better known to whom.
Yu Linling Song Liu Yong
I am chilling and sad for the early dawn of Changting's late rain.
Dumen Zhang is not emotional when drinking, and Lan Zhou urges you to send it.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked.
Think about it, go to smoke for a thousand miles and sink into ChuTiankuo.
Since ancient times, Leng Qingqiu Festival has been left out even worse.
Where did you wake up tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu.
The past year should be just a nominal good time.
Even if there are thousands of customs, who can you tell?
Su Mu Gai Song Fan Zhongyan.
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves.
The mountain reflects the sunset, the water meets the water, and the grass is ruthless outside the sunset.
The soul of the dark countryside pursues the journey and misses it every night, unless it is a good dream.
The moon is high and the rest is high, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
Sima Guang of Song Yue Dynasty in Xijiang River
Baoji wears loose lead and light makeup.
Red mist's hood is airy and wobbly.
It's better to see love than to meet each other.
At the end of the song, people are scattered, and the wine wakes up slightly. May the moon be quiet.
Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poem Qing Gong Zi Zhen
Disturbed by sadness, leaning during the day
Whip eastward means the end of the world.
Falling petals are not heartless changes.
Turn into spring mud to better protect the flowers.
Cao Xueqin's eyebrows are white
One is Xianpa in Yuen Long, and the other is flawless jade. If there is no strange fate, I will meet him again in this life; If you say there is a strange fate, how does your mind eventually become empty?
Cao Xueqin's mistakes in his life
All roads lead to gold and jade. I only saw the alliance between wood and stone. Facing the sky, the nobles in the mountains are crystal clear with snow; I will never forget the lonely forest in the world.
Cao Xueqin's Red Bean Poems
Endless acacia tears cast red beans, endless spring flowers bloom all over the building.
Sima Xiangru Fengqiuhuang
Feng Feng returned to his hometown and traveled around the world looking for his emperor.
I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today?
There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines.
Why do you want to be a mandarin duck? You are flying!
Emperor Xi Xi lives with me. He must be a princess forever.
Who knows in the middle of the night?
My wings fly high, and I feel sad when I think about them.
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The beauty of the north
There are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent.
Take care of the country first, then the city.
It's best not to know the whole city and country?
Beauty is rare again!
There is a beautiful woman in the south.
In the south, there is a beautiful woman whose face is as fragrant as Rong Ruo peach blossom and as beautiful as plum blossom.
Swim to the north bank of Hebei and spend the night in Xiaoxiang (it should be a check for three cents)
Custom is thin, beauty is thin, who will make white teeth?
It's hard to keep this honor for long.
There are beautiful women in the west
There are beautiful women in the west, and if the sun is white.
There is a silk dress in the quilt, one yellow on the left and one yellow on the right.
Beautiful and graceful, the wind vibrates slightly.
Climb high and look far, raise your hand like the morning sun.
Send a swallow and fly away with your sleeves waved.
I'm in a trance, expecting someone to look after me.