Jianjia is green, and the white dew is frost. "Jianjia"
The so-called beauty is on the side of the water.
If you follow it for backtracking, the road is long and blocked.
If you follow it for backtracking, it will be in the middle of the water.
——"The Book of Songs: Qin Feng"
"Mystic Yin" "Pingsha Wild Goose"
A small boat with a light sail. Temporarily parked on the south bank of Chujiang River. The twilight corner of the lonely city attracts Hu Jia's resentment. The water is vast, and the geese and whirling geese are scattered in the flat sand.
The smoke gathers in the cold forest clusters, and the painting screen spreads. The sky is far away, the mountains are small, and the black eyebrows are shallow.
The old rewards were thrown away lightly, and now I have become a wandering official. I feel like I'm tired of being a guest and it's too late. The scenery of a foreign land must be endured and desolate, and the eyes should be filled with sadness.
The imperial city is on credit, the Qin Tower is blocked, and the traveling spirit is in chaos. The fragrant grass is wide and empty, and the remaining light is full. There is no news about the beauty, and the clouds are far away.
Liu Mo Ling
The light smoke lingers, and the swaying stream is bright and green. There are shallow peaches and deep apricots beside the stream, and the wind is dyed with spring colors. Last night, where the boat was moored, the bottom of my pillow was a moraine.
The sound of the fishing whistle. I was shocked to return to a good dream, but I wanted to go back in the dream but couldn't.
It turned into sleeplessness, so it was difficult to do the work. I miss you so much, so beautiful and beautiful, yet so close and separated by thousands of mountains. They all love each other deeply and cannot bear to be separated easily. Good day and good evening. The mandarin curtain is lonely, so we should remember each other secretly.
Standing in the dangerous building, the breeze is gentle. Looking forward to the extremely sad spring, the sky is gloomy. The grass is dimly illuminated by smoke. Who would be speechless?
I plan to get drunk on the madness. Singing to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt gradually becomes wider and I will never regret it. It makes people feel haggard because of Yixiao.
Huanxisha "Who misses the west wind and cools alone" "The only way is ordinary"
Who misses the west wind and cools alone? The yellow leaves are closed and the windows are sparse, meditating on the past. Standing at the setting sun, being drunk, don't be frightened by the spring sleep. The gambling book disappeared and the fragrance of tea was just ordinary at that time
Mulan's poem imitates the ancients and Jue's poem is Cambodian Friends
What if life is just like the first time we met? The autumn wind sad painting fan will change easily and the old heart will be gone The old man's heart is changeable, Li Shan's words are over, the rain and the rain in the middle of the night are still ringing, but I don't regret it. It's such a bad luck. Who can pity the red and the fragrant?
The soft hairspring ties the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the country curtains.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, full of melancholy and has nowhere to go;
Peding the flowers out of the country curtain, she endures stepping on the fallen flowers to come and go.
The willow silk and elm pods will bloom from time to time, regardless of the peach blossoms and Li Fei.
The peaches and plums will bloom again next year. Who will be in my boudoir next year?
In March, when the fragrant nest is first built, the swallows in the beams are too ruthless;
Although the hair can be pecked next year, will the nest be empty when people leave?
Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other;
How long can the bright beauty last, it is hard to find it once it is wandering.
The flowers are easy to see but hard to find when they fall, and I worry about killing the person who buried them in front of the steps;
I hoe the flowers alone and secretly shed tears, and sprinkle the empty branches with traces of blood.
The cuckoo is speechless at dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door;
The green lantern shines on the wall, and the man is sleeping for the first time, while the cold rain knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm!
Is the blame on Nong so frustrating? Half pity for spring and half angry for spring.
The pity for spring comes and goes, and the anger goes away, and the words come and go without hearing.
Last night a sad song was heard outside the court, do you know it was the soul of a flower or a bird?
The soul of a flower is hard to retain as the soul of a bird. The bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed.
May I have wings this day and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.
Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky?
It is not like a brocade bag to collect the beautiful bones, but a handful of pure soil to cover the romantic flow.
Quality comes and goes clean again, and does not fall into ditches if it becomes dirty.
You will be buried after you die now, but you don’t know when you will be buried!
The person who buries the flower today is laughing like crazy, but he will bury it next year and I don’t know who it is!
Look at the spring flowers gradually falling, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age.
Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it!
Autumn Wind Poems Li Bai "Long Memories"
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened.
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If I had known that it would be such a troubling thing, why would I not have known each other before?
"Preface to Departure"
I will dye the West Lake in your dream with rouge
Your clothes have been washed away by the spring rain
The wheel is turning with a face full of loneliness
I hope you can look back and remember the last sight of me
The belt gradually widens and is sent to the long pavilion, the bamboo horse becomes a pair of green plums
The morning breeze blows your sleeves into a dance
A queue of new words cannot fill the lonely song of separation
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A cup of light wine cannot relieve the ever-changing melancholy
On the west building under the full moon, the preface to departure is played
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You let the moonlight shine on the heights of the city wall
My face lightly brushed with tears
There is boundless hesitation in my delicate steps
I hope you can look back and remember the last sight of me
Suddenly you look back and no longer see me, the candle is weeping and the red shadow is alone
The willows are caressing your hair and temples. Tie Xu
A wisp of yellow flowers cannot pave the way to commemorate memories
A broken string cannot play the piano and drum of joy and laughter
Under the silver stars, the composer You can find a lot from this Li Ren Fu