A cut of plum blossoms
--Li Qingzhao
In autumn, the fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat. He undresses his clothes lightly and gets on the lotus boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose came back, the moon was full on the west tower.
The flowers drift by themselves and the water flows by themselves, a kind of lovesickness, and two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Traveling is Difficult
--Li Bai
A gold bottle of green wine is worth ten thousand dollars, and a jade plate of treasures is worth ten thousand dollars.
Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can’t eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.
If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.
I was fishing on the Bixi River when I was free, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming about the sun.
The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, and the paths are many divergent, but now I am at peace.
There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the cloud sails are hung directly to help the sea.
About to enter the wine
--Li Bai
If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return.
Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
If you are proud of life, you must have all the fun, and don’t let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.
I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent.
If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop drinking.
A song with you, please listen to me.
Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time.
In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, only the drinkers left their names.
In the old days, King Chen used to have banquets, fights and banquets.
What does the master mean when he has less money? It is up to you to sell it.
The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you.
Climbing high
Du Fu
The wind is strong, the apes are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhu.
The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls by.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage.
Difficulty hates the frost on the temples, and the new wine glass becomes muddy.
Lisi
-- Yuan Zhen
Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Take the flower bush to look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Seven-Step Poetry
--Cao Zhi
Boiling beans burns the bean sprouts, and the beans weep in the cauldron.
They are born from the same roots, so why rush each other?
Yanmen Prefecture
Li He
Black clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and the armor's light opens towards the sun's golden scales.
The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, and the night is purple when stuffed with swallow fat.
The half-rolled red flag is near the Yishui River, and the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard.
Report your favor on the golden platform, and guide the jade dragon to die for you.
Acacia
Red beans grow in the south. How many branches will grow when spring comes?
I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
The following are all by Li Shangyin:
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Author: Li Shangyin Era: Tang Genre: Qilu Category: Boudoir Love
< p>It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
When I look in the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
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Author: Li Shangyin Era: Tang Dynasty Genre: Five Ancients Category: Unknown
When I was eight years old, I secretly looked into the mirror and could already draw eyebrows.
When I was ten years old, I went on an outing with hibiscus as my skirt.
Twelve people learn to play the zither, but they never take off their silver armor.
Fourteen years ago, six relatives were hidden, and she was still unmarried.
Weeping in the spring breeze on the fifteenth day, the swing falls on the back.
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Author: Li Shangyin Year: Tang Dynasty Genre: Qilu Category: Unknown
The phoenix tail incense is several layers thin, the green dome is late at night seam.
Fan Caiyue can't hide her shame, and the car is driving and the sound of thunder can't make sense.
Once upon a time, it was lonely, golden embers dark, no news, pomegranate red.
The spots are only tied to the banks of the weeping poplars, where can we wait for good winds in the southwest?
The heavy curtains go deep into the Mochou Hall. After lying down, the night is long and thin.
The career of a goddess is just a dream, and my sister-in-law has no husband at all.
If the wind and waves don’t believe that the water chestnut branches are weak, who will teach the moon dew that the osmanthus leaves are fragrant.
It’s useless to be longing for lovesickness, but it’s just pure madness to feel melancholy.
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Author: Li Shangyin Era: Tang Genre: Qilu Category: Unknown
Come with empty words and leave without a trace, the moon is tilting upstairs at midnight .
The dream is far away and it is difficult to cry, 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 Pengshan for being so far away, and even more so because he was separated by 10,000 layers of Pengshan.
A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond.
The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
The Jia family peeked behind the curtain of Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of Wei Wangcai.
In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
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Author: Li Shangyin Era: Tang Dynasty Genre: Qilu Category: Unknown
Last night the stars and 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.
The next seat will be warmed by spring wine, and the red wax lamp will shine on each seat.
I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's call, walking around Malantai and turning around the tent.
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Author: Li Shangyin Era: Tang Genre: Qilu Category: Unknown
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Where to mourn The kite is in charge of the emergency, and the cherry blossoms are always in the lane and the poplar banks are hanging down.
The old daughter of the owner is not for sale, and it is half a month during the day.
Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and we are watching from the same wall after the Qingming Festival.
The return exhibition turned to the fifth watch, and the swallows in Liangjian sighed after hearing it.
Brother Wang and his colleagues visited each other, and when they saw him having a drink, they expressed their condolences as his death was approaching.
He refused to go because he was sending it.
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Xie Fumenting was in his old days, but now the singing pipe belongs to Tanlang.
There is no one around, and the curtains are hanging to the floor. When I want to brush the dust, the mat is on the bed.
The young boy of the Ji family is still pitiable, but how can he hope for the beautiful daughter of the Zuo family?
It’s hard to get rid of the worries and abdominal ailments, and the west wind is blowing thousands of miles at night.
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It’s pitiful to hear the sound of the shadow, and the lotus leaves in the jade pond are in the fields.
Don't look back unless you meet Xiao Shi, and don't see Hongya tapping his shoulder again.
The purple phoenix holds Chu Pei in its arms, and its red scales dance wildly to pluck the Xiang string.
Mr. E looked sadly at the night in the boat, sleeping alone with his embroidered quilt and burning incense.
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When the Chinese Valentine's Day comes, there is a date, and the curtains of the bridal chamber are still hanging down.
The moon and the rabbit are just born, and the iron net coral has no branches.
Check and Shenfangjiao is stationed in the scene, and collect the phoenix paper to write about lovesickness.
Emperor Wu’s internal biography is clearly there, but the world doesn’t know about it.
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I heard the green flowers of Yama gate, and we looked at each other as far as the end of the world in the past.
Unexpectedly, a guest from Qinlou peeked at the flowers in King Wu's garden one night.
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The water spirit and wishful jade are connected in a series, and the Caicheng City in Xia is in danger.
The red blooming cherries contain white snow, and the sound of heartbreak sings the sun.
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There is nothing I can do about missing you during the day, but the city is constantly passing by at night.
I only know how to lose weight when spring comes, but I don’t know how to gain weight when spring comes.
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Upstairs, desire rests at dusk, and the jade ladder cuts across the middle of the moon.
The plantains do not show their lilac knots, but they are facing the same spring breeze and are each worried.
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The sunrise in the southeast illuminates the high-rise building, and the people upstairs are singing Shizhou.
I always sweep my eyebrows away from Chunshan, but I don’t know how much sorrow it will bring.
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Every time you lean into the smoke and mist, thousands of threads will fall into the sunlight.
In order to repay the travellers, I will leave all my friends, half stay to see them off, and half to welcome them back.
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Thousands of miles of turmoil are like a boat,
I still remember the beginning of my journey.
The blue river has no source of attraction,
There are few yellow cranes left beside the sand.
The innocent soul of Yide will finally report to the Lord,
A Tonggaoyi Town Hengqiu.
How can life be long and meaningless?
Nostalgic for the past and homesickness, *** grow old.
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The white road lingers back into the dusk, and the spotted hair hisses to pieces of the seven-incense carriage.
Who will laugh at the spring breeze? It will destroy hundreds of thousands of families in Yangcheng in vain.
A sentimental spring evening, but the night is dark for a while.
The sound of the building makes me feel timid when climbing up, and the curtains are dry and I feel uncomfortable.
I am so ashamed of the hairpin and the swallow, I am really ashamed of the Luan in the mirror.
Returning to Hengtang at dawn, Huaxing gave me a precious saddle.
Zhao Liang was in love at first, and Chushui was famous in the past.
The skirt is small like hibiscus, and the hairpin is light like emerald.
The long book is solemn and the eyebrows are thin and clear.
Don’t play the chess game close to it, the center is the most uneven.
A secluded person never tires of appreciating you, and he invites you in the autumn and summer.
The green bamboos turn to melancholy, and the pond is clear and lonely.
The dew flowers will eventually become wet, and the windy butterflies will be strong and delicate.
This place is like holding hands, and the king does not talk to himself.
The precious lantern of the Zifu Immortal, the cloud slurry turned into ice before it was drunk.
How the snow and moon meet at night, even on the twelfth floor of Yaotai.
Deep love and lingering thoughts