Li Shangyin's "Untitled"
What came is empty words and disappears, the moon is setting at five o'clock upstairs.
The dream is far away and it is difficult to recall it, and the book is hastened to become ink.
The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus.
Liu Lang already hated that Pengshan was far away, and even more so, it was ten thousand layers away from Pengshan.
Nalan Xingde's "Spot the Red Lips and Chant the Orchid in the Wind"
It has a different kind of fragrance, not to mention the richness and beauty. Ling Bo wants to go away, but he lives in the east wind.
It is so desolate and sparse, how can it endure autumn like this? I still take it, half a wisp of cold fragrance, the first Xiangjiang rain.
Nalan Xingde's "Poppy Beauty"
Spring love is only as thin as the pear blossoms, and the pieces fall off. Why is the setting sun so close to dusk? There are still unawakened souls in the world.
The silver paper says goodbye to the dream at that time, and the secret thread is the same as the heart. I am a dreamer for Yi Fan, and I often draw pictures to call out the truth at night.
Yan Jidao's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers"
The bridge of magpies has become a phoenix. The sky is late for joy, begging for the cool night. The two moths begging for cleverness and adding intention to the painting. The jade hook hangs diagonally to the southwest.
Divide the mother-of-pearl and break off the hairpins under the cool leaves. The fragrant sleeves are on the shoulders, who remembers the words at that time. The road across the Milky Way can still be borrowed. How long will it take for the world to be separated from hatred?
Yan Jidao's "Qing Ping Le"
Cold can help you wake up from alcohol. Xiao Mo Fei Shuang Ding. The shadow of the candle on the painted curtain is reflected on the back. People are quiet in the slanting moonlight.
The talented man in brilliant clothes marched westward. The first journey of thousands of clouds and water. Cui Dai leaned against the door to see each other off, and the sound of Luan's heart was broken.
Yan Jidao's "Picking Mulberries"
The spring breeze is exclusive in front of the flowers, and I have always loved Jiangmei. Beautiful clear cup. Fangyi is worried about the phoenix tube.
The search for incense has fallen behind the idlers, and this hatred is difficult to resolve. Must come later. But I am afraid that the victory will not be achieved at the beginning.
Du Fu's "One of Eight Autumn Songs"
The jade dew withered the maple forest, and the Wushan Gorge was desolate.
The waves in the river and the sky are rising, blocking the wind and clouds and grounding the clouds.
The chrysanthemums in bloom will shed tears in the future, and the lonely boat will be linked to the heart of the hometown.
Han Yi is urging the sword and ruler everywhere, and Baidi City is high and anxious at dusk.
Zhu Yizun's "One of the Old Feelings of Qinhe"
Welcome to Youbi is an old trip, so you won't have to worry about spending time in front of you.
If you know the fate, you will be hated, but you will be ashamed when you are affectionate.
So I steal jade chopsticks from idlers and spread good words to the silver hook.
Wuling young man urged him to go back and blocked the twelfth floor of the red wall.