Li Shangyin's poems: "Untitled"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Shangyin
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.
When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
Li Shangyin's poems: "Untitled"
Era: Tang Author: Li Shangyin
When I was eight years old, I secretly looked in the mirror, and I could already draw eyebrows.
When I was ten years old, I went on an outing with hibiscus as my skirt.
Twelve years of learning to play the zither, the silver armor has never been removed.
Fourteen have hidden six relatives, but they still haven’t married yet.
Weeping in the spring breeze on the fifteenth day, the swing falls on the back.
Li Shangyin's poem: "Untitled"
Era: Tang Author: Li Shangyin
Last night the stars and the wind blew, west of the painting building and east of Guitang.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind.
Gouchun wine is given to every other seat to warm it up, and the wax-covered lamps are red.
I listened to the drum and went to answer the official question, walking around Malantai and turning around.
Li Shangyin's poems: "Yaochi"
Era: Tang Author: Li Shangyin
The window of Amu Qi in Yaochi opened, and the singing of yellow bamboo moved the earth to mourn.
Eight horses travel thirty thousand miles in a day. Why does King Mu not do it again?
Li Shangyin's poems: "Late Qing"
Era: Tang Author: Li Shangyin
Living deep in Fucheng, spring is gone and summer is still clear.
God takes pity on the quiet grass, and the world is clear at night.
Also add high pavilions and small windows.
After the bird's nest is dry, its body becomes lighter when it returns.
Li Shangyin's poem: "Peony"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Shangyin
The edge of the ditch is compound, and the window reflects the building.
To destroy a country in the end is nothing more than to ask for tens of millions of gold.
Luan and Phoenix play on three islands, and gods live on ten continents.
You should pity Hemerocallis pallidum, but you should be called Wangyou.
Li Shangyin's poems: "Willow"
Era: Tang Author: Li Shangyin
The snow in the south of the Yangtze River has just disappeared, and the desert is light and yellow, stirring up tender strips.
Ba'an has already climbed up to the guest's hand, and Chu Palace is the first to ride on the waist of the dancing concubine.
It rains on the official road during the Qingming Festival, and the wind blows on the wild bridge in the evening.
As long as a thread is like a thread, hatred is drawn, and the way back for the king and his grandson is far away.
Li Shangyin's poems: "Untitled"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Shangyin
Thousands of miles of turmoil are like a boat, but when I return to the beginning, I am still confused.
The Bijiang River has no source of attraction, and the yellow cranes are rarely left beside the sand.
The innocent soul of Yide finally returns to the Lord, and A Tong Gaoyi suppresses Hengqiu.
How can life be long and meaningless? Nostalgia for the past and homesickness will make you grow old.
Li Shangyin's poems: "Drunk Under the Flowers"
Era: Tang Author: Li Shangyin
Looking for the fragrance, I don't realize I am drunk by the flowing clouds, leaning against the tree to sleep, the sun has set .
After the guests woke up late at night, they held red candles and admired the remaining flowers.
Li Shangyin's poems: "Recalling Plum Blossoms"
Era: Tang Author: Li Shangyin
Standing at the end of the world, leaning towards the beauty of things.
Winter plums are the most hated, often used as last year’s flowers.