Without words, I go to the West Building alone, and the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, which is to leave sorrow. It's not just a general taste. -Li Yu's "Meeting Huan, Going to the West Wing Without Words"
In the cold spring, after the lonely lights are turned off. In the middle of the year, in the heart of fighting grass, when exploring flowers. -Wu Wenying's
A letter to explore the fragrance
There are many people in the country, and there are always people who don't kiss each other. Four awarded official capital and seven products, and then married and still single. Books are also frequency-shifted, and brothers are also poor. Being alone at home looks like a guest, crying to wild Tian Chun at dusk. -Wang Jian's "Self-injury"Reed flowers everywhere are old with me, and who will fly next to the swallows in my old home? -Wen Tianxiang's "Two Poems of Jinling Post One"
The spring breeze blows across the autumn waters, and the shadows are far away. I only know that I have been working for a long time, but who believes that the east wind blows away the clouds? The dream of Silverscreen is far from flying, only the bead curtain is rolled. The flowers are scattered and the moon is dissolved, and the dust covers the jade, the zither, the string column and the painting hall. -Feng Yansi's "Young Beauty, Spring Mountain, Whistling Autumn Water"
The snow is cold, the mountains and clouds are frozen, and the red is broken and the pepper is shallow in spring. -careful "Xian Yin Diao Xue Xiang Ting Mei"
The beast furnace sinks hookah, and the emerald marsh leaves flowers. One line is written in Acacia Biography. -Zhang Kejiu's "Sai Hongqiu Chun Qing"
There are 3, romantic poems in Hanlin, which are sent to Wu Ji to endure tears. -Liu Zhu's "Partridge Days, Snow Showing the Mountain City, Jade Pointing to the Cold"
No one said anything about the past. Who is drunk for and who is awake for? I still hate leaving lightly. -Lv Benzhong's
Now, listening to the rain monk coming down, the stars are already on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless, and they are dripping until dawn. -Jie Jiang's "Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain"
There is nothing I can do to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to my heart. -Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum, Red Lotus Root Fragrance and Residual Jade in Autumn"
On a bright moon and yellow river night, the cold sand is like a battlefield. The rushing water rang, and Ping Ye went to waste. Wu Huishu is hard to reach, and Yantai Road is long. Men are few guests, and they don't distinguish from other places. —— Li Liufang's Night Sleeping on the Yellow River
Whoever throws a whip to fly across the river remembers the sound of the past _ blood, and the wind and rain are worried about the beaver. -Xin Qiji's
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling and the spring is fading. Luo Zhou can't stand the cold. I don't know if I'm a guest in my dream, but I'm greedy for joy in one day. Don't lean on the fence alone, it's infinite, and it's easier to see when it's not. The flowing water is gone, and the spring is gone. -Li Yu's "Waves on the Sand"
There is no one in the postal kiosk, and the eaves are constantly listening, and I am sleepy and early. -Zhou Bangyan's
Spring silkworms have not yet formed cocoons, but they have been packed in boxes. _ Children have silk, but they can't be a horse all the year round. Every time you read the ancient saying, you have something to gain and something to lose. I'm lonely, haggard and as long as one. In the daytime, you are as dark as paint. When the flowing spring is dry, the poverty is endless. Melancholy comes again and again, and several new moons come out. -Shao Ye's Self-Sighing
Knowing a bottle of wine on the lake from a distance can recall the people in Wan Li. -Ouyang xiu's "Song of Cao Cao in the West Lake in Spring"
Feeling disappointed and not satisfied with the wine. Thinking it's hard to have a lover. -Yan Jidao's
Huanxisha, Idle Playing with a String and Lazy Wearing a Skirt, is as green as a skirt, and it is fascinating inch by inch. The spring heart is exhausted as the king and grandson. Regardless of the east wind blowing old, the color reflects the dusk. -Qu Dajun's "Langtaosha"
Get up, hand seal the title, and the word Yuanyang is ice. -Na Lanxingde's "Being Good in China, Don't dream like silk"