What are the ci poems of Xin Qiji, Li Qingzhao and Su Shi?

Su Shi's works: the water dragon is like a flower, but it seems like a non-flower, and no one regrets it. Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection. It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. Dream with the wind Wan Li, looking for lang, but also by warbler. I don't hate this kind of flowers falling completely, but I hate the West Garden, which is full of withered flowers. Where are the traces when it rains? A pool of ping is broken. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear. Yong Yu le Peng cheng stayed at Yanfu overnight, which is why he dreamed of it. The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. Jumping fish in a curved harbor, lotus dew in a round place, but not alone. -like three drums, one leaf is loud, and the dark dream clouds are broken. The night is boundless, and I can't find a place. I feel that I have traveled all over the small garden. Tired of tourists from the ends of the earth, I returned to my home in the mountains and looked at my hometown. Swallow house is empty, where is beauty? It's like a dream in ancient and modern times, but there are old joys and new grievances. At different times, the night view of the Huang family is a sigh of Yu Hao. Jianghong Jianghan comes from the west, and the tall buildings are deep grapes. Or bring your own, sea of clouds and waves, Jinjiang spring scenery. You are a legacy of Nanshan, and I am homesick for foreigners. Are you heartless about this room and the scenery? Speak diligently. Biography of Jiang Biao, stop reading. Crazy Chu Shi, what a pity. The empty continent is desolate for parrots and reeds. Don't just laugh at the literati fighting the bottom, Cao Gong and Huang Zu are erratic. May you give immortal poems and chase the yellow crane. Jiang lived and died for ten years, and it is unforgettable not to think about it. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Looking after each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears are expected to break the heart every year: moonlit night, short matsuoka. When Dong Xiange was more than seven years old, he met Meishan Laoni, surnamed Zhu. He forgot his name, and he is over ninety years old. He said that he would follow his teacher into Meng Taste Palace, the master of Shu. One day, on a hot day, Lord Shu and Mrs. Hua Rui enjoyed the cool air on the Maha pool and made a sentence that Zhu Ju could remember. Forty years ago, Zhu had been dead for a long time. People don't know this word, but they remember its first two sentences. What is the fairy song in leisure time? This is a ball of feet. 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 will come, there is no way to secretly change the time. Xijiang River is in Huangzhou, and it swims in the water at night in spring. Drinking in a restaurant, getting drunk. Take the moon to the stream bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less. I realized that. The mountains are crowded and the flowing water is bright, which makes people doubt that it is not human. On the bridge pillar of the book. According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint. I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass. It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao. Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu. Joy in the sand, clothes towel falling jujube flowers, cars ringing in the south of the village. Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers. The road was full of wine, but he was sleepy. Sun was thirsty for tea and knocked at the door to ask the savage. On March 7th, it was raining on Hu Sha Road. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone. It has cleared up, pretending to be the word. Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny. Chen Bing, a "water tune", likes to drink on Mid-Autumn Festival. He was drunk and wrote this article, and he was pregnant. When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. I can't stand the cold at the top of the mountain. I dance to find out what my shadow looks like on the earth. Turn to Zhuge, arrive at the wild lake, and take pictures without sleep. There should be no hate, everything is biased towards other times. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. Niannujiao Chibi misses the river and never returns, a romantic figure through the ages. To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once. Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. The black silk scarf of the feather fan is in tatters. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, and a bottle returns to the moon. Huanxisha tours Qingquan Temple, the temple is near Lanxi, and the stream flows west. Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free. At dusk, the rain is whispering. Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age! Mrs. Jiang talked about juvenile madness, which led to yellow on the left and blue on the right. Golden hat, mink and fur, thousands of riding rolls and leveling posts. If you want to report the whole city to the prefect, you will see Sun Lang. After drinking wine, my chest is still open and my temples are slightly frosted. What's the harm! When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei? I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun. Irises, spring flowers wither, and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea. Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed. The soothsayer lives in Dinghuiyuan in Huangzhou, which is a place where there is no moon and trees are sparse. At first, it was quiet. 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. Zhao Jun resented who made Huan Yi's three moves and shocked the dream of Green Window. The crescent moon and the sad smoke filled the river. Whether you want to go or not, tomorrow will be the end of the flower. Flocculant is delivered to the ship, and water flows eastward. Minus magnolia flowers dance in spring, spring, court and noon, swaying with fragrant mash. Nine winding corridors, dancing steps, trees among trees, half withered, and the wine is fragrant to plum. Light clouds, thin fog and moonlight on such a spring night are the time for young people to enjoy happiness. Unlike the autumn moon, people who cling to leave are injured twice. Take a photo on Xie Yu Road in Xumen Stone Beach, Huanxisha, where the sun is crimson, the fish is warm, the stream is green and the black is hidden at night. Huang Tong and Bai Lao are together. Although elk are not used to meeting people, apes don't have to bark when they smell drums. The theory of returning home and picking mulberry grains. The second is to spin red makeup to see the monarch, and to stab the fence door in 3355. Touch each other and tear her skirt. Young and old help wheat harvest society, Wu Yuxiang Dance God Village. When you are drunk, you lie in the dusk. Third, the leaves of hemp leaves are bright, and whoever cooks cocoons is fragrant. The fence is charming and the words are distorted. Chenopodium is drunk, soft and hungry. Ask when the bean leaves are yellow. Li Qingzhao's works are dreamlike, and she often thinks of the sunset in Xiting. She is intoxicated and doesn't know the way home. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu. It's like a dream. Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so a deep sleep 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, with a touch of red lips as a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the heart. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken. Click on crimson lips, swing, get up and adjust slender 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, Wen Qingmei. Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight. The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the leaning against the building can't match the lyre. The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. Pear blossoms are hard to thank. Huanxisha is cold in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, 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. Shaji in Huanxi hurts spring, and the wind falls on the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are thin under the moon. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold. On the embroidered curtain of Huanxisha, the lotus flower smiled and leaned against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya, and its eyes were guessed. On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection. Complaining that it was too late to remove makeup, plum calyx got stuck in the branch. When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in spring and your dreams will never return. People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging. It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time. Bodhisattva's voice is broken, and the snow is behind and the smoke is straight. 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's wind is very soft, but it's still early spring, and at first glance it's 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. Good things are close to the wind, flowers fall deep, and there is red snow outside the curtain. I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring. The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming. In the snow of Qingpingle every year, plum blossoms are often drunk, so they are all removed, and it is impossible to win tears all over the clothes! I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous. Recalling Qin E's lofty position, the chaotic mountains and Ye Ping are thin and smoky. 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. Who planted banana trees in front of the window where mulberry seeds were picked? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the heart and leaves warm the heart. Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening! Spread the happy sand, rub the gold and cut 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. Spread out the Huanxi sand, get sick, have a noise in the sideburns, and lie down and watch the window screen break the moon. Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea. Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day and spend more time with osmanthus. The spring breeze in Wuling has exhausted the fragrance of dust, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear. 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. In the southern song, the stars turn and the curtain on earth hangs. Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night? The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather and old clothes, only feel different, hometown! Complain about the boundless wind on the Sun Lake, the autumn dusk, and the red fragrance. Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite. Lotus seeds become old lotus leaves, green dew washing, apple flowers and plants. The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early. Partridges rustling and locking windows are cold, and phoenix trees must hate frost at night. Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken. Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative. The partridge is dark, the corpus luteum is soft, the affection is far away, and only the fragrance is left. Why light dark red? It's a first-class flower Plum envy, chrysanthemum should be ashamed, draw a column mid-autumn festival crown. Poets can be ruthless, but why didn't they receive it in those years? Jade Pagoda Red Plum Crisp is willing to break Qiongya and explore the south branch? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite. The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window. If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty. When Xiaoshan Spring arrived in Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they were not blooming evenly. Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring. Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains penetrate the faint shadows. What a beautiful night. For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring. Linjiang Fairy Garden is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually bright, and the spring returns to Liling Tree, making people old and healthy. I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow. Xin Qiji's work is a mulberry book. The teenager in the middle wall of Boshan Road doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say that I am still resting, but I know it is a cool autumn. Huanxisha is like Sushan Temple, a high uncle, with flowers even today. Why is Liu frowning? The east wind blows rain, which is thinner than dust. Self-mockery is like lewdness, and now I am more pregnant with trees. Bored sadness and hatred are new. Bodhisattva Man's book Jiangxi stoma wall fishing drum platform Qingjiang River, how many pedestrians cry in the middle! Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains! Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains. Bodhisattva's banquet hall endowed Prime Minister Ye * * * with lofty language, drawing countless horses. The misty rain is low, I hope not to come. People always worry when they talk on their heads. Sha Ou clapped his hands and laughed with a sad face. Qingping Music stayed alone in the Wangshi Temple in Boshan, with hungry mice around the bed and bats dancing with lanterns. There is a breeze blowing in the room, and it is raining hard. I am talking to myself between the broken paper windows. From the northern frontier to the south, and now retired to the forest, it is already an old face with white hair. A cold autumn wind blew through the thin cloth quilt and woke up suddenly. It was still a dream country in front of me. Qingpingle Village has low eaves and green grass on the stream. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. As seen in the book "Qingping Music School Mountain Garden", everything starts from now on. The meat and liquor at the head of the bed are cooked with crutches first. Children are stealing a long pole in Lizaoshan Garden in Xifeng. Don't surprise others. I will sit quietly and watch. Ruan Langgui was promoted to the position of Zhang Chu's father in Leiyang Road, and the lights in front of the mountain were dying, and the mountains were one after another. The partridge heard the voices of several families living in the village. I was on the lonely Xiaoxiang Road, and I seemed to meet an old friend. When the young man also learned that Zhuge Liang was holding a feather fan, holding his head high and commanding thousands of troops to fight the enemy with ease. Nowadays, the withered fu evokes the soul, and the Confucian crown is even more wrong! Too often, Jiankang's Mid-Autumn Festival was presented to Lu with a round of autumn shadows, and the flying mirror was re-polished. Ask about Heng E wine: What a pity! It's easy to go by the wind, and Wan Li is in the sky and straight down the mountains and rivers. Going to Guangxi is more humane and clear! Xijiangyue shows that Cao devoted all his money to his family business, and the clouds and smoke suddenly passed away, and a hundred years later, the flowers faded first. What is the most suitable now? Drunk, swimming, sleeping. Take advantage of the early eager opportunity to accept and pay more. Nai Weng is still in charge of something, bamboo tube mountain tube water. Partridges in the sky, fake chickens and ducks, don't harvest in groups at night, and Sang Ma is full of hills. I don't care about anything, I envy rural life very much; Don't eat anything, just eat. The new willow and the old sandbar flowed last year to combat the flow. I said I have children here, and I will hire Zhou if I don't marry Jin. The partridge Swan Lake became sick and became a pillow. Xitang is cold and autumn, and the clouds break through the water and harvest late. Red-violet snuggled up to each other like a drunk, and Bai Niao was speechless and worried. Books are enterprising, and taking a break, one mountain and one valley is also romantic. I don't know how weak my muscles are, but Chueh-hsin is too lazy to go upstairs. Partridge sent people to sing about the sun's tears, fame and other things and meals. The water is connected, as if the trees on both sides of the river extend into the endless distance, and the dark clouds with rain buried half the mountain. There are thousands of hatreds in the past and present, only parting is joys and sorrows. It's not very sinister, but the journey of mankind is even more difficult. The partridge mourns the night in West Western jackdaw day by day, and the flowing pond is green and gentle. No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment. Heartbroken, tears are hard to collect, and acacia belongs to xiaohonglou. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time. Who pushes the mountain at midnight? Looking up at the four directions is a cloud, guessing that it is a dry cloud. Usually relatively few peaks, they can't find them anywhere by the river. The west wind swept through the clouds and suddenly saw a pillar in the southeast. The old monk clapped his hands and said he was happy that Qingshan was still there. As can be seen from the running script of Xianshan Mountain in Queqiao, Matsuoka is in summer and Mao Yan is sheltered from the rain. How many degrees are you free? Drunk to help the lonely stone see the flying spring, but it is a place before waking up. The master marries a woman, and the west is a woman. It has become a thousand hectares of rice flowers, which spend every night and dew every day. On the second night after Mid-Autumn Festival, I took Zhuangang Lake to jathyapple Loutai and Chou-heung Courtyard for a drink. People came and went, full of enthusiasm. Who is sad when autumn comes? Song Yu was so sad! Divide cups and plates, sing and dance at leisure, and ask him what's so sad about? It's also sad to think about it. It's rainy and windy on the Double Ninth Festival. Zhao Guoxing and Tasha knew that I still had a long way to go, and I was quietly worried. The most boring place is Qiu Guang. There are crows outside the west wind forest, and there are many rotten grasses under the setting sun mountain. I remember being good for a long time. At the age of four, Chen also took Xianyang Road. Who do you feel sorry for when you get to the book? So far, this meaning is still unknown. There must be rain and wind in late spring, spring scenery is like wine, and flower arrangement is drunk. When you are old, every spring is like a sick glass of wine. Only a small curtain of tea lotus root turns fragrant. When flowers run out, the wind changes. Don't hate, flowers bloom and fall, and want spring breeze. Who can see the return of spring? Swallows meet in the sunset when they come. I decided to send Lu to be punished, and I didn't dare to write farewell poems for a few days after I came back. There are no geese in the south clouds. You see, plum blossoms also relieve lovesickness. Infinite mountains and rivers have not yet traveled. Senior, you don't need to look at the standard with tears in your eyes. When will Ding Ning be in the future? Remember, when the spring breeze lights up on the tenth day. The childless grandson argued irrationally and asked Chen Tongfu to send him drunk to watch the sword. He dreamed of camping by blowing the horn. Eight hundred miles of moxibustion, fifty strings of external sound. This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn. Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. Despite the king's world affairs, he won a name before he died. Poor hair has become a white-haired man! Zhu Yingtai ordered Baochai to be divided into late spring, with peach leaves horizontal and smoke willow dark Nanpu. I'm afraid of climbing up high-rise buildings. It's windy and rainy for nine days in ten days. The heartbreaking patch is about to be washed away, and no one cares. Who will call prostitutes to stop? Look at the temple. Try to count the flowers in the psychological period. Luo Zhang's lamp is faint, sobbing in his dream: it is his spring that brings sadness. Where does it lead? But I don't understand. I'm going home.