Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself.
Bu operator. Huang Huiyuan lived to be Su Shi.
The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
Gu 'anshi
Heaven is naturally dense and lonely.
Ling Xiao is indomitable, humble and polite.
Old roots are strong, and the sun is more cloudy.
Think about it tomorrow. I want to play the banjo.
The lock is endless, and it is strange when it comes.
Embroiderer Philip Burkart, dripping dew, crying to send the levy wheel.
The long inspector is in sight, heavier and farther.
She is also climbing the castle, but her eyes are erratic.
Feng Xiao sings Han Zhen.
I lost my soul. After I left the pond, I often walked around, green and jealous.
At that time, he took her hand and walked in the catkins of flowers and the green fragrant bacteria.
Now her face has grown old, but her heart still feels like fresh grass every year.
Travel all over the green fields, travel all over the drunk eyes, and never lose your youth.
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Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Dianjiangchun
Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even the sky is failing, and the road is broken.
Dianjiangchun
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame. Looking back at the door, I smelled my childhood.
Huanxisha
Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk, you should be late.
The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
Huanxisha
In the yard, the idle windows are deep in spring, the heavy curtains are not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor speechless.
The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Huanxisha
The spring is chilly, the jade stove is full of smoke and lingering, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.
Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.
Huanxisha
The bun hurts the spring and combs more, and the evening wind falls to the courtyard at the beginning of plum blossom, and the light clouds travel to and from the moon.
Jade duck smoked the brain, Zhu Ying covered the tassel, and rhinoceros also relieved the cold.
Huanxisha
Embroidered hibiscus smiles, leans on Baoyu duck's fragrant cheeks, and guesses.
On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Back to Hong Sheng, the broken rinspeed, the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace. The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp.
The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow. Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
The wind is soft, spring is still early, and the shirt is in a good mood. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples.
Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear.
Qin Yi goose
Forests, chaotic mountains and thin smog in Ye Ping. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.
The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.
Spread happy sand.
Rub the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright.
Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless.
Zui Hua Yin
The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is 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.
A cluster of plum blossoms
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.
Bloom is full of flowers and flowing water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Xiangzi
The sky in autumn is not clear, and the chrysanthemum shows that the Double Ninth Festival is coming.
Put on rough clothes and drink unfiltered wine. Every autumn wind and autumn brings cool autumn.
The courtyard at dusk, the feeling of sadness, and the hangover after waking up make the sadness more intense.
How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed? Listening to the distant sound of changing lanes, the long and sharp crickets, and the long-tune sound, I feel that time has passed too slowly.
Fragrant Valentine's Day in China
The grass is singing and the phoenix tree is startled. The earth and the sky are sad.
Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times. You come and I go, don't meet.
I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor.
Penny Weaver, this is just separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's windy.
Lonely goose
The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, endless, and there is no good mind.
Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace cold, and I feel like water.
The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full.
The small wind dispersed the rain and rustled, but it also urged a thousand tears.
Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou?
A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it.
Slow voice
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Dianjiangchun
(Li Qingzhao)
Lonely boudoir,
A gentle heart is full of sadness.
Cherish spring,
When will it rain?
Leaning against the fence,
Just not in the mood!
Where are people?
Even the sky is falling,
Look at the way back.
Qin Yi goose
(Li Qingzhao)
Lingaoge,
Ye Ping in the chaotic mountains is full of smog.
The smoke is thin,
When the rooster crows and returns,
Smell the horn at dusk.
Fragrance dies, lingering fragrance,
The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall.
Wutongluo,
It's autumn again,
Still lonely.
Wulingchun
(Li Qingzhao)
The wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have come out.
Tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything,
Tears flow first when you want to talk.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good.
I also plan to canoe Pan.
I'm afraid I'll go boating in Shuangxi,
Can't move, a lot on my mind.
Slow voice
(Li Qingzhao)
Looking for it,
Cold and clear,
Sad and sad.
When the temperature was warm and cold that day,
This is the most difficult to arouse interest.
Three glasses and two glasses of light wine,
Why did you object to him, coming late and rushing?
Wild goose crossing also,
Is sad,
We're old acquaintances.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Haggard and hurt,
Who can pick it now?
Look at the window,
How can you be black alone?
The Indus River is drizzling,
At dusk, little by little.
This time,
What a sad sentence!
A bell ringing in the rain
(liuyong)
Cold and sad,
Yes, Changting is late,
The shower began to stop.
Everyone drinks without emotion,
Nostalgia,
Lanzhou urges hair.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears,
I was speechless and choked up.
Think about it, traveling thousands of miles,
The dusk is boundless and the sky is vast.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times,
What's more, it is as cold as Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Where to wake up tonight,
Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
Over the years,
It should be a good time and a good scene.
There are thousands of customs,
Talk to who?
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Song Liyu
When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.