1. Verses about flying swallows
Verses about flying swallows 1. Verses about flying swallows
Jade frost flows in front of the water-colored curtain, and the flying swallows of the Zhao family serve Zhaoyang.
The sound of the flute after dancing in the palm of my hand is endless, and the autumn night in the thirty-sixth palace is long.
——"Han Palace Song"
The newly cracked Qi Wan Su is as bright as frost and snow.
Cut it into an acacia fan, which looks like a bright moon.
Going in and out of your arms, shaking in the breeze.
I am often afraid that when autumn comes, the coolness will overtake the heat.
Abandoning the donation basket, there is no way out of kindness.
——"Poetry on the Round Fan" (also known as "Song of Resentment")
When the Golden Palace is opened, the round fan will wander around.
The jade face is not as bright as the color of a jackdaw, but still carries the shadow of the sun.
——"Chang Xin Qiu Ci" by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty
There were only Zhao family makeup in the palace, and the rain and lingering clouds entertained the king of Han.
Only one who knows a month has spied on birds flying into Zhaoyang
——"Nostalgic Poems" by Queen Xiao of Liao Dynasty
Xiao Yan's "Song of the Shrike Flying to the East": Shrikes fly in the east and swallows fly in the west. They meet each other when Huang Gu and the Weaver Girl
2. What are the poems about "flying swallows"
1. Flying swallows come from the south and return to the north, and they meet by chance. , sad face. ——"Jiang Chengzi· Swallows flying from the south and returning to the north" Qin Guan Year: Tang
Translation: We are like swallows flying from the south and swans returning north, meeting each other occasionally, carrying with us A miserable and sad face.
2. Swallows fly in the melted mud, and mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. ——"Two Quatrains" Du Fu Era: Tang Dynasty
Translation: Swallows are busy building nests with wet mud in their mouths, and pairs of mandarin ducks sleep on the warm sand.
3. When will the Swallows fly back? Peach blossoms bloom when dipped in water. ——"Spring Tour on the Lake" Xu Fu Era: Song Dynasty
Translation: A pair of swallows, when did you fly back? The peach tree branches on both sides of the river are soaked in the water, and the bright red peach blossoms are already blooming.
4. Thinking is like a pair of flying swallows, holding a mud nest in your house. ——"The East City is High and Long"
Anonymous Era: Han Dynasty
Translation: In my heart, I dreamed of becoming a pair of flying swallows with the beautiful woman, building a nest with mud in their mouths and bonding forever.
5. When the building is empty and people are gone, Feiyan can talk about the old travels. ——"Nian Nujiao·Shu Dongliu Village Wall" Xin Qiji Era: Song Dynasty
Translation: Nowadays, the buildings are empty, only the swallows of the past still live here, and only it can bear witness to the joy of that time.
6. How can I bear to see the two flying swallows. ——"The Sapphire Case: Stopping Needlework Every Year" by Huang Gongshao Era: Song Dynasty
Translation: How could she, lonely, bear to see the spring swallows flying and roosting together?
7. Shrikes fly in the east and swallows fly in the west. We meet each other when Huanggu and the Weaver Girl are together. ——"Song of the Shrike Flying to the East" Xiao Yan Era: Southern and Northern Dynasties
Translation: The shrike flies east and the swallow goes west, Huang Gu and the Weaver Girl meet each other from time to time.
8. In the beautiful pavilions of ancient Taiwan, flying swallows play red maidens. ——"The Garden is Fragrant·The Blooming Clouds at Dawn" Qin Guan Era: Song Dynasty
Translation: Ancient pavilions, beautiful waterside pavilions, flying swallows trampling through flowers and falling pieces of red flowers.
9. Flying swallows meet in the sunset when they come. ——"Ding Feng Bo·Late Spring Blooming" Xin Qiji Era: Song Dynasty
10. Feiyan will return to the wrong place again, and the small screen goes to Xijiang Road. ——"Die Lian Hua·Yi Shen Luo Yi Han is not gone" Zhao Ling's Year: Song Dynasty
Translation: There were swallows flying in the sky, and she couldn't help but jump for joy, thinking that the good news of her husband's return home had come. Knowing that her joy was in vain was really annoying and embarrassing, and she couldn't help but direct all her anger and resentment towards Feiyan.
3. Poems containing flying swallows
Xiao Yan's "Song of the Flying Shrike from the East": The shrike flies to the east and the swallows fly to the west. They meet each other when Huang Gu is the Weaver Girl.
"Feiyan Chapter" Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Han Xiaocheng, the emperor, was originally a delicate and extravagant person, and he was lucky enough to travel to Princess Pingyang's family. My poor daughter is only a flower in the garden.
Singing and dancing are always cheap. Once you meet you, you will feel your love. Your heart will never forget the reward, and the sisters flew into the purple room.
The color girl in the purple house is not allowed to see her, and she is only honored and favored in Zhaoyang Palace. A red mirror, a coral stand, and a green mica fan with silver reeds.
The sound of singing and dancing spreads in the wind day and night, only disturbing the long-term trust and concern for others. Changxin is worried about the popularity, and the king will never stop singing.
Play the Qiong Xiao under the colorful clouds in the morning, and climb up to the bright moon on the golden ladder at night. The bright moon eclipses the yang essence, and the jealousy enchants the supreme being.
I have seen the white rainbow crossing the purple pole, and heard the flying swallows pecking the emperor's grandson. The immortal grandson of the emperor was pecked off by swallows, and his younger brother was like a fire.
It is clear that the Emperor of Heaven has warned him, and the illustrious Zong Zhou Baosi has been destroyed. In ancient times, the sages sighed at the fox fur, which caused one country to be dissolute and dissolute and all others to be ashamed.
Ande broke the horse sword from above and chopped off the head of the young master of the Zhu family.
4. Poems containing flying swallows
Xiao Yan's "Song of the Flying Shrike from the East": The shrike flies in the east and the swallow flies in the west. They meet each other when Huang Gu is the Weaver Girl.
"Flying Swallows"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Han
Emperor Xiaocheng was a charming and extravagant person, and he was lucky enough to travel to the home of Princess Pingyang.
My poor daughter is only a flower in the garden.
People are always cheap in singing and dancing. Once you meet you, you will feel your love.
Your heart will never forget the reward, and the sisters flew into the purple room. The colorful girl in the purple house is not allowed to see her.
She is exclusively honored and favored by the Zhaoyang Palace. A red mirror, a coral stand, and a green mica fan with silver reeds.
The sound of singing and dancing spreads in the wind day and night, only disturbing the long-term trust and concern for others. Changxin is worried about the popularity,
The king’s song will never stop playing. Play the Qiongxiao in the morning under the colorful clouds, and step on the golden ladder at night to climb up to the bright moon.
The bright moon eclipses the Yang essence, and the jealousy allures the Supreme Being. I have seen the white rainbow crossing the purple pole, and heard the flying swallows pecking the emperor's grandson again. The immortal grandson of the emperor was pecked off by swallows, and his younger brother was like a fire.
It is clear that the Emperor of Heaven has warned him, and the illustrious Zong Zhou Baosi has been destroyed. The ancient sages sighed at the fox fur,
One country is dissolute and all others are ashamed. Ande broke the horse's sword from above and chopped off the head of the young master of the Zhu family.
5. About poems containing "Yan"
Poem by Zhang Ji Zaqu Song Ci·Sauvignon Blanc In Wanghe County, Liaoyang, there is no reason to see the white head.
Coral branches on the sea send spring swallows every year. Bai Juyi's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Poems of Boudoir's Resentment The warbler hates the warbler in the morning and sings a hundred times, and the jealous swallows roost at night.
If you are not used to farewell in spring, who would have known the dawn cries. Yu Shinan, Chuqing Yingtiao. On the first day of the year, Yanguan is bright, and the new people are all over Liangchi.
The returning clouds are halfway into the ridge, and the remaining drops are still hanging on the branches. Xiao Deyan chants and dances. He lowers his body and wears a jade pendant, and raises his sleeves to brush his robe.
Swallows are rising across the eaves, reflecting the snow like flying flowers. Song Zhiwen, Yanchao Military Curtain, is not about pity for the Cui Curtain, not about being disgusted with the Zhu Tower.
Therefore, I came to present my chin to Yan and reported that I wanted to be granted the title of Marquis. Su Ting It's time to lie down in the mountain post. The swallows return to the eaves to be quiet, and the flying flowers fall into the courtyard.
If you don’t worry about yourself, who can recall your hometown? King Luo Bin sent people to Yishui. This place is a farewell to Yandan, and the strong men are proud of their crowns.
The people were gone in those days, but the water is still cold today. Liu Changqing's Three Songs of Pingfan: Juemo's army has returned, and Pingsha alone is garrisoning at leisure.
Leave a piece of stone in the sky and it will be in Yanshan forever. Li Bai Zou Yangu There is no heating in Yangu, and the rock is closed and it is dark.
Zou Zi can return to the center of heaven and earth when he plays the tune. Wei Yingwu sent a drunken inscription to Diwu in Feng Shang. He knew that Xi Yan was in Fang Yuan, and he had returned to the western suburbs alone.
Anyone who disagrees with the rewards is intoxicated among the flowers. Two Quatrains by Du Fu Chiri, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.
The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. Qian Qi One hundred untitled poems from Jiang Xing (one poem by Qian Jue) The autumn clouds have not rained for a long time, and Jiang Yanshe is still flying.
But I am a guest in the boat, and I will not return this year. Qian Qi met the hero. The tragic singer of Yan and Zhao met the Meng family.
No matter what I say, the road ahead will be sloping. Zhang Ji's Sauvignon Blanc, Wanghe County, Liaoyang, there is no reason to see the white head.
Coral branches on the sea send spring swallows every year. Gu Kuang's Shanchun Cave leads candles and steps on the fairy mud, always messing with the swallows.
I don’t know what Taoist priest has a spiritual scroll in his hand. Lu Lun and Zhang Pu shot the next song. The golden servant girl with eagle feathers and swallow tail embroidered with cantharides.
Independence promotes new orders, and thousands of camps call for it. Li Shangyin, Shui Zhai, who is sick and happy to have a Taoist state, reminds me of Qiujiang during the Nantang banquet.
The flying swallows on the roller blinds are still brushing the water, and the dark insects are still beating on the windows. The title of the book has been folded before reading, but the vat has not been opened since last night.
Whoever wants to repay the old friend should never miss a pair of carps. The poem is written by Fan Zhongyan, "The Proud Fisherman." Autumn comes under the fortress and the scenery is strange.
Hengyang geese left without paying attention. Sounds echoed from all sides.
Thousands of miles. The long smoke sets and the lone city closes.
A glass of wine can make a difference. Yan Ran has no plan to return.
The ground is covered with frost. People can't sleep.
The general's white hair and husband's tears. Liu Yong Huang Ying'er Who owns the garden on a sunny day and in spring?
The warm rhythm is latent, the valley is harmonious, the orioles are flying, and the fragrant trees are suddenly moving. Watching the dew wet golden clothes, the leaves reflect like whispers.
At dawn, the branches are lush, as if they are whispering their hearts and deep meanings. No evidence.
As soon as the warm smoke comes out, the bees disappear again. Wild traces, two by two calling each other, finally singing in the wind and dancing in the fog.
When the willows are in the garden, the flowers in the villa are deep. At this time, Haiyan was partial to Rao, so she gave up her time.
Liu Yong's "Fighting with Hundreds of Flowers" The rustling frost floats on the mandarin tiles, the green curtain is slightly cold and slightly transparent, the long door is deeply locked and quietly, the autumn colors are approaching in the courtyard. Looking at the chrysanthemums, tears fell like beads on the Double Ninth Festival, and the long powder was covered with powder.
The sound of the Luan Luan is far away. There is no danger and deep hatred, but the love is empty and the fan is empty.
It must be the emperor who blamed the concubine for quitting the chariot. Suddenly, the most enchanting person in the palace came to Zhaoyang Feiyan.
Liu Yong Liu Yao Qing Ying Ying Miao dance with soft waist. Zhang Tailiu and Zhaoyang Yan.
Brocade robes and crowns, feasts in beautiful halls, a place where thousands of dollars are competing for selection. Gu Xiang builds and silk pipes are first adjusted, leaning on the breeze, wearing a ring and trembling slightly.
The first step into the neon clothes is all over the place. Showing off Yingying, gradually urging the sandalwood board.
Slowly drooping the rosy sleeves, rushing towards the lotus steps, advancing and retreating with a thousand changes in appearance. Even if it doesn't stop, the country will fall and the city will fall. Looking back temporarily, thousands of people will be heartbroken.
Liu Yong Liang Tong Xin To trim the tender face, apply light and even swipes. She loves studying and dressing the palace and body the most, but prefers to do things like literati and talking and laughing.
In front of the feast, dancing swallows and singing clouds are uniquely light and wonderful. Drinking scattered jade furnace smoke.
The bridal chamber was quiet. In the brocade tent, the whispers are thicker, but under the silver candle, it is good to take a closer look.
That Renren, it was clear last night that Xu Yi grew old together.
Liu Yong took a sip in the spring courtyard while walking on the Royal Street.
I regret letting go of the music and singing. I was drunk at night when I came back, which aroused endless old sorrows.
Although it seems that they have fallen off the building and changed horses, Zheng Nai is not a mandarin duck companion. The hazy secret thoughts are like flowers.
The desire to dream is still shocking. I couldn't sleep in my clothes and quilt, and my pillow turned over and over again.
Only painted beams, newly arrived twin swallows, heard the dawn and sighed. Liu Yong's Xipingle With high eyes all day long, I feel the mood of spring.
The Qingming Festival is approaching, the season is slightly cold and warm, and the weather is sunny and rainy. The light of smoke is faint, and the trees in the distance are decorated.
Standing still. The pavilion is beautiful and the words of Yingyan are spoken.
It is a beautiful and peaceful day, with a lot of red and green, it is elegantly called to go for a swim. No need to be isolated and looking for a romantic partner.
The phoenix blows in the Qin Tower, and there is a cloud in the Chu Pavilion. I look at it in despair, where is it? The darkness of lonely time.
It's late in the evening, and the sound of Du Yu is heard in the village. Liu Yong Lang Tao Sha Ling There is a person.
Feiyan spirit. The urgent ring is worn with Huayin.
Hurry up and shoot with the red sleeves and windy willow waist. Whispering light skirt.
Brilliant and cutting-edge. At the end of the song, the fragrance collects independently.
Xi Shi must be delicate and sleepy, with dark eyebrows and double frown. Liu Yong, Xuan Qing The waning moon is hazy, the little banquet has faded, and the return is slightly cold.
Carrying silver on my back, I fell asleep alone in the pavilion; I hugged a heavy quilt, and I was still drunk and silent. Time passes by again and again, the joy of the past is gone, and the sadness of separation is just a pillow.
Thinking secretly and reminiscing about old times, the scenery of Shenjing is like a brocade. I wanted to throw fruits to my friends, and I had a banquet, and drank heavily at that time.
The dancing swallows fluttered and sang, and in front of the Dai Banquet, there were all the deities of gods and goddesses. At the end of the night, the situation becomes more and more crazy.
Geng Xiangjiang sleeps with phoenix curtains and mandarin ducks. The jade hairpins are in disorder, and they are scattered all over the high sun. This joy is so joyful that it makes me sleep again.
Liu Yong Feng Guiyun In the Emperor's Village, there are Jingu Gardens, peaceful alleys, and prosperous streets. I have been sparse and crazy for days, but I am not taking it lightly, and my eyes are open. Kuang Jiaren, there are clouds in the sky, and swallows fly in the palm of your hand.
Xiang Dai Yan, all are excellent choices. I grew up because I was addicted to wine and was obsessed with flowers.
What’s more, it’s a pity that the beautiful pavilion is like a pillow on a summer day. The frosty moon is cool in the night, the snow is flying in the morning, the scenery of one year old is worthy of being divided, and you can travel and enjoy the feast.
Things come and go in a blink of an eye, and money will make you famous. I was laughing, but I was temporarily distracted.
But I hate the rain and worry about the clouds, the earth is far away and the sky is far away.
6. Poems about Yan
Bai Juyi--Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. Bai Juyi - March 3rd On the third day of March in the painting hall, catkins fluttered on the window screens and swallows fluttered on the eaves.
Try the cold wine with several cups of lotus seeds, try the spring clothes with the song of twigs. It's better to look in the mirror when you are facing the pond on the steps, and the flowers behind the curtain are reflected in the door.
Instructing Lou Nan to play with the crescent moon, with jade hooks and slender hands. Bai Pu - the warm sun and wind in the spring mountains, the curtains of the pavilions and pavilions.
In the willow swing courtyard. Orioles are singing and swallows are dancing, and the flowing water on the small bridge is red.
Cao Xueqin--The apricot curtain is in sight. The apricot curtain invites guests to drink, and there is a villa in sight. water chestnuts, goose water, mulberry elms and swallow beams.
A border of spring leeks is green, and ten miles of rice flowers are fragrant. When there is no hunger or discouragement in the prosperous age, there is no need to be busy with farming and weaving.
Cao Xueqin·Lin Daiyu--Tang Duoling The powder falls in the Baihua State, and the fragrance lingers in the Swallow Tower. One group after another formed a group.
Wandering is like a person with a thin life, empty and lingering, talking about romance. Even the grass and trees know their sorrow, and their youth turns gray! Sigh: Who will give up and who will take back in this life? Marry with the spring breeze and don't care, go with you and endure the flood to stay.
Du Fu--The water threshold brings the heart away. If you go to Guoxuan Yingchang, you will not be able to see the village without credit. The Chengjiang River is flat on a few banks, and the secluded trees have many flowers in the evening.
Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallows drift in the breeze. There are 100,000 households in the city, but there are only two or three here.
Du Fu--Two Quatrains Chiri is beautiful, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and mandarin ducks sleep.
Fan Zhongyan--A glass of turbid wine can travel thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home. Feng Yansi--Picking mulberry seeds. The small hall is deep and quiet, no one is there, and the courtyard is full of spring breeze. To the east of the melancholy wall, there is a cherry tree red with rain.
My heart is as worried as drunk and sick, and I am still confused when I want to talk. At dusk, the two swallows return to live in the painting pavilion.
Feng Yansi - Picking mulberry seeds. When picking mulberry seeds, the cherries have faded and the pear blossoms are blooming, red and white. When the swallows return, the fragrant breeze and green houses bloom.
How many pleasures do you know in the world, and you can even get a golden cup. Guan Yanxian mourns, slowly leading Xiao Niang to dance her sleeves back.
Feng Yansi--Picking Mulberries The spring rain in the courtyard is about to end, and the flowers are flying. I break off the broken branches alone, speechless and only know myself.
The fragrant jade hall warms the bead curtains, and the two swallows come and go. After a difficult time, I am willing to believe how long the time will last.
Feng Yansi--The longevity girl The longevity girl has a spring banquet and sings over a glass of green wine. I would like to express my gratitude to Chen Sanyuan again: firstly, I wish that my husband will live a thousand years; secondly, I wish that I will always be in good health; thirdly, I wish that I will be like the swallow on the beam, seeing each other year after year.
Feng Yansi - Yan Hongyuan, the Qiang flute is resentful, and the vast clear river is a vast expanse. The mountains are like black daisy, the moon is like a hook, the music and songs are scattered, the soul and dreams are broken, leaning against the high building.
Feng Yansi--The spring is light, the two swallows are coming, and the red sun is beginning to grow. Yan Zhuang is about to give up, and the oriole is flying over thousands of years of branches.
Feng Yansi--Jiuquanzi The spring scenery is beautiful, the flying swallows suddenly come and the orioles say nothing. The peach trees are cold, the poplar trees are hanging late, and the jade tower is empty.
The sky is long and the smoke is far away, full of hatred, and the news is that Yan Hong has returned. The pillow is in front of the lamp, the moon is outside the window, and the Zhuhu is closed.
Feng Yansi--Jiuquanzi The deep courtyard is empty, and the wind curtain under the corridor frightens the swallows. The incense seal is gray, the orchid candle is small, and sleep comes.
Feng Yansi - Picking Mulberries. I lost my spring outing couple in front of the flowers, looking for fragrance alone. My eyes were full of desolation, even if there was music and singing, my heart was broken. In the forest, butterflies play among the curtains, and swallows, each in pairs, can't bear to think about it, and the green trees and moss are half the setting sun.
Feng Yansi - Magpies Stepping on the Branches The six curved railings are nestled against the green trees, and the willows spread out their golden strands in the gentle breeze. Whoever moved the zither to the jade pillar made the petrels fly away through the curtain.
My eyes are full of hairsprings and fallen catkins. When the red apricots bloom, there is a sudden clear rain. When I fall asleep, I feel sleepy and silent. I am frightened and disabled, and my good dreams are nowhere to be found.
Feng Yansi--Poppy The jade hook and curved pillar tune the parrot, lingering in the spring language. The cloud screen is cold and the painting hall is empty, the late spring is cold and helpless, and the flowers are falling in the wind.
Swallows fly low in the curtains, and luanans dance in the mirror. I don’t know who is wearing the double knot of the same heart and leaning on the railings tonight when the moon’s eyebrows are crescent? Huang Gongshao - Qingyu Case Qingyu Case stops sewing every year.
How can I bear to see the two flying swallows. Today is half of spring in Jiangcheng.
The whole body is still there, deep in the chaotic mountains, beside the lonely creek bridge. Whose needlework is wearing a torn spring shirt?
Every line is full of tears. The setting sun unwinds on the grass bank.
No one wears flowers, no one persuades me to drink, and no one cares about drunkenness. Li Bai - Spring Thoughts The swallow grass is like silk, and the green branches of Qin mulberry are low.
When you return home in your arms, it’s time for my concubine to lose her heart. If you don't know the spring breeze, why should you enter the Luo curtain?
Li Bai--Yang Chunge The white sun shines in the spring sky in Chang'an, and the green poplar trees and smoke hang down in the wind. The flowers in front of the Xiang Hall are beginning to turn red, and the fragrance is flowing in the embroidered rooms.
In the embroidered house, phase passed by. Queen Feiyan dances lightly, Lady Purple Palace sings a masterpiece.
The Holy King has thirty-six thousand days, but he is happy every year. Li He - The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook.
Li Qingzhao - Huanxisha In the cold spring weather, the jade furnace sinks into the water, and the remaining smoke curls up. In my dream, I return to the mountain pillow to hide the flowers. In the future, petrels are fighting for grass, Jiangmei has passed willow trees, and the rain at dusk makes the swing wet.
Li Shangyin--Four Untitled Poems Where mourning kites are rushed, cherry blossoms are always hanging on the banks of poplars. The old daughter of the owner is not for sale, and it is three and a half months during the day.
Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and we are watching from the same wall after the Qingming Festival. Returning to the fifth watch, the swallows in Liangjian sighed after hearing this.
Li Yu--Nan Gezi The clouds and temples are cut with fresh green, and the rosy clouds are trailing with dawn red. Waiting for the song to stand in the green banquet, why is a colorful cloud descending from Wu Peak?
While taking pictures of Luan flying in the mirror, he turned back to Yan Kong. Don't turn up your red sleeves and cross the curtain, for fear of being seduced by Yang Hua and marrying Dongfeng.
Liu Jisun--The swallows whisper in the beams, and the details come to surprise you in your dreams. He said that he was confused by others and looked at Mount Zhishan with his wine stick.
Liu Yuxi--In the old days, Wang Xiedang was a swallow in front of the hall, flying into the homes of ordinary people. Liu Yong - Jade Butterfly Looking at the place where the rain has stopped and the clouds have broken down, I lean on the railing quietly and watch the autumn light.
The desolate evening scene makes Song Yu feel desolate. The water is gentle and the wind is gentle, the duckweed flowers are growing old, the moon is cold and the dew is cold, and the phoenix leaves are floating yellow.
Remaining sad. Where is the old friend? The smoke and water are vast.
Unforgettable. During the writing period, there will be a party, a few lonely wind and moon, and the stars and frost will change again and again.
The sea is vast and the mountains are far away. Where is Xiaoxiang? Thinking of the two swallows, it is difficult to rely on distant faith, pointing to the dusk sky and empty consciousness to return home. Looking at each other sadly.
In the sound of broken Hong, the setting sun rises. Lu You - Tongyin is clear and moist with rain, and the eaves are swaying in the wind and the books are sleeping.
I dreamed that no one in the painting hall was there, but a pair of light swallows played on the strings of the zither. Lu You - Magpie Bridge Fairy smells cuckoos at night. The people on the eaves are quiet, the lights on the tent windows are dark, and the Spring Festival evening is windy and rainy.
The warblers and swallows in the nest are always silent, but they often sing Du Yu on moonlit nights. It made me cry, and I was so frightened that I could only dream of being alone, and then I picked up the deep branches and flew away.
The old mountain is unbearable to listen to alone, and I have been wandering around for half my life. King Luo Bin - Farewell to Yandan here, the strong men are crowned with glory.
Mao Wenxi--Geng Liuzi The spring leaves are falling, the spring is full of hatred, and the flowers outside are crying at the moon. Without people to see, it is difficult to rely on dreams, just a little red gauze lamp.
Partial resentment is the Fang Festival, and there are thousands of lilacs in the court. The evening fog disperses, the dawn glows, and the two swallows fly between the beams.
Ouyang Xiu--Linjiang Immortal It is raining on the light thunder pond outside the willow, and the sound of raindrops and broken lotuses is heard. The west corner of the small building has a bright red sky.
Where the railing is leaning, the moon will shine. Swallows fly to peek at the painted building, and jade hooks hang down the curtains.
The cool waves do not move and the lines of the mat are flat. There are two pillows of water essence, with a fallen hairpin hanging beside them.
Qian Qi--The tragic singer of Yan and Zhao, meeting the Meng family in the drama Qin Guan--Man Ting Fang The clouds bloom at dawn, spring follows people's wishes, and the showers are over and the sky is clear again. The beautiful pavilions in ancient Taiwan are filled with flying swallows and red maidens.
The elm money fell from the trap in the dance, and outside the swing, the green water bridge was flat. In the east wind, the red gate reflects the willows, and the little Qin Zheng presses low.
Shen Quanqi - ancient meaning The young woman of the Lu family lives in the Yujin Hall, with petrels perching on the tortoiseshell beam. The cold weather in September reminds me of Liaoyang in ten years.
The Book of Songs - Beishan or Yan.