Red lotus root fragrance, jade 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 bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
I can't get rid of this situation. I just frown, but I take it to heart.
Classic
Xiagannan Liang Chao Xiao Yan
Lotus flowers bloom in the south of the Yangtze River, and red flowers cover the clear water.
The color is the same, but the lotus root is different.
This song should count. ...
Bai Juyi, a newly planted Lotus Hall in Jingzhaofu.
Sewage ditch stores turbid water, leaving fields on the water.
I came to sigh and knew it was something lotus.
There is green mud under it, and the fragrance has not recovered.
There is a world of mortals, and the color is not fresh.
Physical attributes are so, and so are personnel.
It's better to be abandoned than donated.
Yesterday, in the stream, flowers and leaves were beautiful and clear.
There is no land this year, in front of the gaunt house.
This is Bai Juyi's sigh that he thinks he is similar to this lotus flower ... nothing more than frustration. ...
Bai Juyi, An Baili Hall of Tolin Temple.
The water in Lintong Beitang is crystal clear.
Bai Furong was born in China and has 300 stems.
Glowing in the daytime, clear and fragrant.
Fragrant silver capsules are broken, and the jade plate is inclined.
I am ashamed of my dirty eyes. The wind is beautiful.
It is called Honglian, but it has a clean name.
The summer calyx is not resting, and the autumn chamber is exhausted.
In the middle of the night, the monks went to bed and walked around the pool alone.
I want to collect a coin and send it back to Chang 'an.
But I'm afraid that the world can't grow out of the mountains.
Or Bai Juyi ...
Fishing, Jin Yuanhao smells.
Ask the lotus root, how much silk is there, and who does the lotus know to suffer for? Two flowers are tender as water, and they know that they are children of their old family. I have promised, but if I don't teach, I will live and die together. The sunset is speechless. In the smoke of thanking the guests, Fei Xianghe was not heartbroken.
Sweet dreams. Fortunately, Ganoderma lucidum. The world is pitching today and tomorrow. The seas run dry and the rocks crumble, so you wish you could bury the loess. Acacia, fleeting, is blown by the west wind for no reason. Blue boat lives less. Afraid of mentioning wine again, the red skirt hangs half, and the wolf lies in the wind and rain.
Yuan Haowen is more famous than this one, "Ask what the world is like and teach me to be committed to death", but I still like this one better, just because I was attracted by the sentence "misunderstood by the west wind for no reason"
Huanxi Shalijing
Xiang Lian sells green leaves, and the west wind worries about the blue waves. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.
The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing.
Spread happy sand.
Roll up pearls to make curtains and hang hooks. In the tall building, I look like before, and my depression is still locked. The fallen flower in the wind is so haggard, who is its owner? This makes me more and more confused.
The messenger didn't bring news to the pedestrians far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of sadness. Looking back at the sunset of the Three Gorges, you can catch up with the horizon.
Excavate, only the Southern Tang Dynasty can give birth to such a gentle man, and the Southern Tang Dynasty Sanjie is not an idle generation.
Gulefu, Ancient Xiang Si District
You are like a bright moon, I am like a fog, and the fog hides with the moon.
You play the piano well and I dance well, but at the end of the song, people are indifferent.
As soon as I looked back,
Makes me miss the monarch and dusk.
The soul will go with you without regrets,
Acacia has pained you.
Acacia bitter, with whom?
I don't know where you are.
Hold the door and think about your instructions.
Climb high and see the end of the world.
Just turn around. ...
Ancient acacia songs
13. I met you at the beginning of the year, making silk and bamboo in the royal palace.
Just because I think, when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk.
When I see you again, I will be fifteen years old and dance for you.
Alas, the years are like the morning dew, when will the mud nest in your house?
Chun Qing Xu Zaisi Gui Ling
After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia. The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying catkin, like it, like it constantly.
There is a faint scent here, and I look forward to wandering for a thousand dollars. When is the most violent time when the symptoms of lovesickness come? The lights are half dim and the moon is half bright!
Actually, I think this song is quite melodramatic. ...
Li Bai, an autumn wind poem
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west. It's embarrassing to meet each other on blind dates; When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter. Looking back, I am lovesick and infinite. If I had known this, I wouldn't have known him.
Every time I see the Laurel Award, I think of the lyrics of autumn. ...
Li Shangyin traveled alone in Qujiang in late autumn.
Lotus leaves hate life in spring when they are born, and hate life in autumn when they are dry.
I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou.
I like a song very much, and I like it inexplicably
Nalanxingde, Caisang people.
Leng Xiang dreamed of Hongqiao and the city. Peach blossoms on the moon, and spring rains break the yan house.
Who can beat drums and break their hearts after a long farewell? Dark loss of youth, a wisp of tea smoke through the blue yarn.
A wisp of tea smoke permeates the blue yarn, and this is the life I want. ...
Minus word magnolia, spring resentment Zhu
Sit alone, pay alone and lie alone.
Standing hurts, even touching people hurts.
Who can see this situation, tears wash the residual makeup.
I am worried that my illness will remain the same and I can't get rid of the cold light.
Zhu, a talented woman!
? Digital poetry?
Zhuo Wenjun
A farewell, the two places are hung together, only in March and April. Who knows that in five or six years, the lyre was unintentionally played, the eight-character script could not be passed down, the nine chains were interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion was eager to see it, and it was hopeless, but it was helpless to blame you. A thousand words can't be finished, and I'm bored to see the lonely goose for nine days. In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival is crowded with people, and in July and a half, people burn incense and ask for heaven. In June, everyone shook my heart. Pomegranate is like fire in May, with cold rain. April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in front of the mirror. In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March. Falling and falling, the kite string was broken in February, alas! Lang Lang, I really hope that you are a woman and I am a man in the next life.
Wen Jun, a talented woman, is very cheap. Then Sima Xiangru.
Zhang Sui County, Qian Qiu
A few stingrays, and then report to Ren Fangfei for rest. Cherish the spring and choose the residual red fold, the rain is light and the wind is strong, and the plum blossom is green. Yongfeng willow, no one is full of snow.
Don't pull strings, you can talk about it. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. After nightfall, the east window is not white, and the solitary light goes out.
I found that all the poems I posted rushed all the way to love poems ... and then the highlight-Li Bai. ...
A: I saw Li Bai in Xiyuan when my brother was a child.
Dressed up, everything is noisy. When I humbly thanked me, I returned to my hometown at leisure.
In the second season, I passed through the old valley and was surrounded by Chi Huaxuan. The sword shines on Songyu, and the guest shines on Shimen.
Shan Tong recommended the precious fruit, and the wild old man opened the perfume bottle. Go fishing in Chen Qiao and talk about farmhouses.
Yesterday, the lotus was in full bloom, but today, the orchid is in full bloom. Laugh after the song, I don't know the evening scenery.
It's hard to talk about getting drunk and having fun together.
The phrase "laughing after the song" went deep into my heart.
Brother luggage white
Laugh, laugh.
You didn't see Song Like, but the ancients knew you were a duke.
The ancients knew you were dead without looking at it as straight as a string.
Zhang Yi only lost his golden tongue, so Su Qin didn't cultivate two hectares of land.
Laugh, laugh.
You can't see the song of the old man's surging waves, and you say that the surging waves are all over my feet.
I've never understood this body in my life, and it's no use sending someone to see it.
Laugh, laugh.
Zhao Youyou let Chu Quping, a Millennium pyramid scheme.
What are the benefits of washing ears in the nest? It's no use starving.
You love the name behind you and I love the wine in front of you.
Drinking makes you happy, there is no hollow reputation.
When a person is poor, he doesn't know Gungun.
The tiger doesn't look at a few pieces of meat, and Lu Hong doesn't throw a cone into the bag.
Laugh, laugh.
Ning Wuzi, a native of Zhu Maichen, paid for oral sex.
Today, when Jun Jun doesn't know, he is worse than a pretender.
This laughter is also sad. ...
Li Bai, an old cadre
My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy. When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls. But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower. When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.
Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky. I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves. Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade. Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng. I remember in my boudoir, I don't know the smoke.
Marry a long-term cadre, and the sand will wait for the wind. The south wind starts in May, and I want you to go to Baling.
The west wind rises in August, and I want you to carry it forward. How about being sad? You see less and leave more.
When I arrived in Xiangtan a few days ago, my dream became more and more turbulent. Last night, the wind was so strong that it broke the trees on the river.
Simon Simon is dark, where there are pedestrians. Good riding clouds, Li Zhu Landong.
Yuanyang Qingpu, Yujinping. Self-pity for more than fifteen, the color is peach blossom red.
As a businesswoman, she is worried about water and wind.
Come trotting around and throwing green plums, we are both young and happy ~
Imitate ancient Li Bai.
The living are passers-by, and the dead are returnees.
Heaven and earth are against each other, and sorrow lasts forever.
The moon is empty, and Fusang becomes a salary.
The bones are silent, and Song Tao knows spring.
Sigh more before and after, proudly.
The incisive sentence is "the living are passers-by, and the dead return"
Shuang Yan is far away from Li Bai.
The freedom of fly with me in heaven is envied by the sky.
They always build love nests in pairs in Yulou Bamboo Pavilion and play with each other in golden window embroidery.
The terrace caught fire and burned their nest, so they had to build a nest in Wu's palace.
Wu Gong was burned again, and this time it was even worse, burning an empty nest.
Only the emaciated widow swallowed it by herself, and the female Yan was thin with infinite love for the male Yan.
The days of Fly with Me are gone forever, which really makes people want to break.
Flying together is hard to get again ...
Li Bai, a child from Nanling, entered Beijing.
When I came back from the mountain, the liquor was maturing, and the yellow chicken grew fat in the autumn of grain.
Calling the boys to stew yellow chicken for me, the children shouted my cotton cloth with a smile.
Qing Qing Shuang sang drunk to comfort, drunk dancing won the glory in autumn and dusk.
The king of great powers struggled for a long time and rushed to the ground to catch up.
Quidditch's fool looked down on poor Zhu Maichen, and now I have left my hometown to go to Chang 'an and go to Qin in the west.
I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time?
The fallen fairy was filled with joy.
Farewell Minister Shu Yun of Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou.
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.
It hurts my heart even more today.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
What is free and easy? That's it!
Shang Liyong
Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars into Wan Li.
If the wind weakens, it can still lift away the turbulent current.
When the world saw my unchanging tone, it sneered at all my big words.
Fu Xuan can still fear the afterlife, but her husband can't be young.
It's really fresh.
Dongxian Suge Dongpo
Jade bone with ice muscles, cool and sweat-free.
Fenglaishui Temple is full of faint fragrance.
Embroidered curtains open, a little bright moon peeks at people;
People don't sleep, but lie on pillows and temples.
Hands up, the family is silent, and when you see the stars, you see the river.
How about the evening?
The night is midnight, the golden wave is light, and the jade rope turns low.
But when the west wind comes, there is no way to change it secretly.
I like this song just because of the sentence "I don't know how to change it secretly."
A generation of sad Chinese Pulsatilla (a generation of white-headed songs) Liu Xiyi
To the east of Luoyang, peaches and plums fly around.
Luoyang's daughter cherishes color,
Sit and watch the fallen flowers sigh.
The color of flowers has changed this year. Who will be there next year?
I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed into firewood, and I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea.
Old friends no longer lament that the peach blossoms are dying in the east of Luoyang, but now people are still falling in the wind.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year.
Tell those young people in their prime that they should pity this half-dead old man.
Now he is white-haired and poor, but he is still a handsome young woman.
The old man in his later years once danced with the son of Yu Fangshu's son in the methotrexate song.
Guangluchitai is resplendent and magnificent, and Jiangjun Pavilion draws immortals.
Once you get sick, you don't know each other.
How long can we turn? The crane will be chaotic in an instant.
But looking at ancient song and dance venues, only birds are sad at dusk.
Classic
Dresser Qiu Si (excerpt)
Meet after a brief encounter, peach blossom brings rain, back to Qiu Si. When will we meet when the autumn frost falls?
Spring blossoms, orchids are fragrant, feelings are confused, music is idle, and it is intermittent and lonely.
The grass in front seems more misty and rainy, and the shadows are speechless in a hurry. I regret looking at the horizon looking for Iraq.
Residual red worries about green fragrance all over the ground, and it lingers for a long time in the drizzle at dusk. How can you get the old marks on your pillow and deeply remember a word abandoned? I lost my soul when I fell, but I didn't know that strong music was always tasteless. My heart was filled with cold tears.
Last night, there were many dreams, the west wind was bleak and tight, flowers blossomed and fell, the dream was gone, and the twelve pillars were careless. The spring is chilly and the banana is rainy.
Two kinds of leisure worries, fishing boat singing late, faint place, leisurely Nanshan. I'm afraid there is music in the vast expanse, and I'm desolate and lonely. The phoenix tree leaves are yellow, which relieves the injury and makes the slave sad.
I woke up drunk tonight, but I was helpless. I missed a piece of paper, so I didn't send it to you for fear that I wouldn't talk. It's midnight, the moonlight is cold, my heart is full of sorrow, blood and tears, listen to the rules!
I don't know where I got this, but I thought it met your standards, so I put it forward.
Hurt the past
Wei Zhuang
In previous years, I toured Wuling and sang songs at midnight, full of buildings.
It looks like daylight in front of the silver candle tree, but autumn is unknown under the peach blossom.
The name of the son of Xiyuan is unscrupulous, and the word "South American" is Mochow.
Today is like a dream, and the sunset only sees water flowing eastward.
Leaving chaos today is a dream ~
Finally, let us accept modern poetry.
Xing Feiming
The stars in the sky,
It is said to be eternal spring flowers.
The shadow of begonia flowers on the east wall,
The star cluster says this is the eternal autumn moon.
Waking up in the morning is a winter night dream.
Last night's midnight star,
Wipe the net bright and beautiful,
Sparse without losing,
The same is true of spring flowers and autumn moons.
Children are not fish.
Feng Wenbing incorporated his beloved Lao Zi and Zhuang Zi into his poems, and his thoughts flowed everywhere in his works. Compared with him, those so-called philosophical poems are not in the same class at all.
I don't know whose comment, please borrow it.
That's it. I'm exhausted. ...