Magnolia
Qian Weiyan
The scenery above the city is full of orioles talking in confusion, while the smoke and waves below the city are lapping the shore in spring.
When will the green poplar grass rest? The tears in my eyes and the sorrow in my heart have already broken.
The feelings gradually fade away, and the beautiful face in the mirror changes in surprise.
In the past, I was sick of Fangzun, but today Fangzun is afraid of being shallow.
Su Muzhe
Fan Zhongyan
The blue sky, the yellow leaves on the ground, the autumn colors are rolling, and the cold smoke is green on the waves.
The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country is thinking about traveling. Unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep.
I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
Royal Street
Fan Zhongyan
The fallen leaves are fragrant. The night is silent and the cold sound breaks.
The pearl curtain rolls up in the empty jade building, and the sky is pale and the Milky Way hangs down to the ground.
Every year tonight, the moon shines brightly, and people are thousands of miles long.
There is no reason for me to get drunk when my heart is broken. Before the wine arrives, I will burst into tears first.
The remaining lamp lights up the pillow [odd branch], and I know the feeling of sleeping alone.
Everyone came to this matter, with their eyebrows in their hearts, and there was no way to avoid it.
Thousands of years old
Zhang Xian
Several calls of "It's a bird" and "Husband's bird", and the news is that Fangfei is resting.
Cherish the spring and choose the remaining red folds, when the rain is gentle and the wind is violent, and the plums are green.
Yongfeng willows, no one is there, the flowers are flying and the snow is falling. Don't pluck the unitary string, because you can complain about the extremely string.
As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
The night has passed, and the light in the east window has not been turned off.
Bodhisattva Man
Zhang Xian
Ai Zheng played "Xiangjiang Song", and his voice wrote all the green in Hunan.
The slender fingers of the thirteen strings convey the deep hatred. When the autumn water is slow during the feast, the jade pillars are tilted and the geese are flying.
When the heart is broken, Chunshan’s eyebrows are low. Drunk and hanging whip Zhang Xian
Double butterflies embroidered Luo skirt, we met for the first time at the Dongchi banquet. The vermilion powder is not deep and even, and the idle flowers are light and springy.
Look carefully at all the good points, everyone knows the willow waist. Yesterday, the mountains were in chaos and it was dark. When I came here, my clothes were covered with clouds.
A Flower
Zhang Xian
When will Gao Huaiyuan be poor? Nothing is as strong as love.
The sorrow of separation is causing thousands of threads to be in chaos, and the wind is flying across the east road.
The horses are getting farther and farther away, and the dust is constantly collecting. Where can I find the trace of Lang?
The water in Shuangyuan Pond is soluble, with small radials connecting it from the north to the south.
After dusk in the Tihenghua Pavilion, the moon is still slanting behind the curtains.
Thinking about it deeply is not as good as peaches and apricots, but it is better to marry the east wind.
Tian Xianzi. At that time, Jiahe Xiao [庻死] did not go to the government meeting because he was sick
Zhang Xian
Listen to "Shui Diao" several times while holding wine , I wake up drunk in the afternoon and worry about not waking up. When will you send Chunchun back?
Looking in the evening mirror hurts the scenery, and the past events will be forgotten later.
It is dark on the sand and on the poultry pond, the clouds break through the moon and the flowers make their shadows.
Heavy curtains cover the lights, the wind is unstable, people are still at first, and the bright moon and the setting red should fill the path.
Qingmen Yin
Zhang Xian
It is warm but slightly cold at first, and the wind and rain will come later.
Tingxuan is lonely near the Qingming Festival, drinking wine among the remaining flowers, and suffering from last year’s illness again.
The wind blows in the corner of the building, and the door is quiet at night. The bright moon and the shadow of the swing were sent across the wall.
Huanxisha Yan Shu A new song with a glass of wine. The weather was the same last year. When will the sun set?
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, the familiar swallows return, and the fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone.
Huanxisha
Yan Shu
Time has always been limited, it is easy to say goodbye and the soul is easily lost, and wine and feasts are inseparable.
The mountains and rivers in the eyes are empty and far away, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more. It is better to take pity on the people in front of you. Qing Yueping Yan Shu
The small characters on the red paper say everything about Ping business. The geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water. It’s hard to convey this feeling of melancholy.
The setting sun leans against the west tower alone, and the distant mountains are just opposite the curtain hook. The human face is unknown, but the green waves are still flowing eastward.
Qing Leping
Yan Shu
The golden breeze is thin, and the leaves of the sycamore tree fall. It is easy to get drunk when you first taste green wine, and you will fall asleep with a pillow under the window.
The crape myrtle and hibiscus flowers are withered, but the setting sun is shining brightly. It’s the season when the two swallows are about to return, and the silver screen was slightly cold last night.
Magnolia by Yan Shu After Yan Hong passes, the orioles return, calculating thousands of thoughts.
How long it lasts in spring dreams, scattered like autumn clouds with nowhere to find.
Wen Qin Jie wears the immortal couple, but he can’t keep the robe after breaking it off.
I advise you not to be a sober person, there are many drunk flowers among them.
Magnolia
Yan Shu
The water in the pond is green and the wind is warm, I remember the first time Yu Zhen met.
The rhythm of the main song is [Wang Zheng] Cong, and the waist is red and swirling into the dance.
Next to the fragrant steps under the jade hook railing, I don’t know how late the sun is when I’m drunk.
At that time, I was a flower appreciator, but now I don’t have half of them.
Magnolia
Yan Shu
The long pavilion road with green poplars and fragrant grass is easy to get to when you are young.
The lingering dream at the top of the building is the fifth clock, and the March rain is leaving melancholy at the bottom of the flower.
Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands.
When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love.
Treading on the Shasha
Yan Shu
The ancestors left the banquet and sang farewell. They had a farewell banquet in the pavilion. The fragrance and dust have been separated and they still look back.
The horses of the residents are reflected in the forest, and the pedestrians go and follow the waves.
The soul of the painted pavilion disappears, the tall buildings are broken, and the setting sun only sends the waves far away.
Endless is the sorrow of separation, and I have thought about it all over the world.
Talking on the Shasha by Yan Shu
The paths are sparsely red, the suburbs are full of green, and the trees on the high platform are shady.
The spring breeze does not lift the ban on poplar flowers, and it flutters at the faces of passers-by.
The orioles are hidden in the green leaves, the swallows are separated by the red curtain, and the incense of the stove is quietly turning on the gossamer.
When I woke up from a sad dream, the setting sun shone deep in the courtyard.
Die Lianhua Yan Shu
The six curved railings are nestled against the green trees, and the willows are showing their golden strands in the gentle breeze.
Who moved the zither to the jade pillar, and the petrels flew through the curtain.
My eyes are full of hairsprings and fallen catkins. When the red apricots bloom, there is a sudden clear rain.
The orioles talk gibberish while sleeping, and the good dreams are nowhere to be found.
Fengxiao Yin Han Zhen
Suoli's sorrow is endless. When I come, it is just smoked on the road. The embroidered curtain is far away, and the dewdrops are hanging in the dark, weeping to send off the Zhenglun.
The long line is in the eye, but the heavier one is far away. But looking at the extremely high tower, one can see all the kings and grandsons as far as the sun goes.
Escape the soul, after saying goodbye to the pond, I was walking around, green and jealous of the light skirt. When I am tired, I hold my bare hands, walking slowly among the scattered flowers and flying catkins.
The beautiful face changes itself, and its beauty grows new year by year. Travel all over the green fields and get drunk, don’t lose your youth.
Magnolia Song Qi
The scenery in the east city is gradually beautiful, with wrinkled ripples welcoming guests. The morning clouds are light outside the green poplar smoke, and the spring is stirring on the red apricot branches.
If you grow up and hate the joy, you are willing to smile lightly in love with a daughter? I hold wine for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers.
Picking mulberries by Ouyang Xiu
The West Lake is beautiful after all the flowers are fragrant. The wolves are red, the catkins are flying, and the weeping willows are drying up in the sun.
As the tourists dispersed, they finally felt the spring sky. The curtains were lowered, and the two swallows returned in the drizzle. Telling the Heart
Ouyang Xiu
In the early morning, the curtains are rolled with light frost, and I try my plum makeup on my hands. They all have their own hatred of separation, so the paintings are long mountains in the distance.
Thinking about the past and cherishing the beauty can easily lead to injury. The imitation song is restrained first, and the smile is returned with frown, which is the most heartbreaking.
Traveling on the Shasha by Ouyang Xiu
The plum blossoms in the waiting hall are withered, the willows on the stream bridges are thin, the grass is fragrant and the wind is warm and the bridle is swaying. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance continues like spring water.
Every inch of the soft intestine is full of pink tears. Don’t lean on the high building near the dangerous lantern. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and travelers are outside the spring mountains.
Die Lian Hua Ouyang Xiu
How deep is the courtyard? The willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are countless. The jade carving saddle is at the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road.
The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing at the end of March. The door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. Tears asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.
Die Lianhua Ouyang Xiu
Who says leisure can be abandoned for a long time? Every time spring comes, the melancholy still remains. I often get sick and drink in front of flowers every day, and my beautiful face looks thin in the mirror.
The willows on the green bank of the river are asking for new sorrows, why do they happen every year? The wind on the independent bridge fills the sleeves, and the new moon people in the flat forest return.
Die Lian Hua Ouyang Xiu
Where will Xingyun go in a few days? Forgot to return, don't know that spring is approaching.
There are hundreds of grasses and thousands of flowers on the cold food road, whose tree is the incense car tied to?
With tears in his eyes, he leans on the floor and talks alone. When the two swallows come, will they meet on the road?
The spring sorrow is like catkins, and Yiyi is nowhere to be found in her dream. Magnolia Ouyang Xiu
After we say goodbye, I don’t know whether you are far or near, how desolate and depressing it is to see you! As we travel further and further away, there are no more books. Where can the fish sink in the vast water?
The wind blows through the bamboos in the deep night, and the autumn rhyme is heard. Thousands of leaves and thousands of sounds are filled with hatred.
Therefore, [the strange branch] can be found in a dream on a single pillow, but the dream will not turn into a lamp and burn in two pieces.
Langtaosha Ouyang Xiu
Wish the wine to the east wind, and be calm. Weeping Yang Zi Mo in the east of Luo City, we always join hands at that time, traveling all over Fangsi.
The gatherings and separations are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's. Unfortunately, next year's flowers are even better. Who do you know?
The Sapphire Case Ouyang Xiu
How often does spring happen in a year? Long gone, two out of three. Green, dark, red, and bright colors can be a problem.
In the green poplar courtyard, with warm wind curtains, there is a haggard person.
Buying flowers and wine in Chang'an City, and competing to see peaches and plums at home?
It is true that the east wind blows away the tears of the guests, the longing for lovesickness is hard to express, and the dream soul has no basis, the only way is to return.
Qu Yuguan Liu Yong
The clouds are flying over the long head, and the sun is setting by the river, and the mist is everywhere for a long time.
As soon as I look at the desolate Guanhe River and the clear autumn thousands of miles away, I can't help but stare.
Yao Yao Shen Jing, Ying Ying fairies, don't come to Jinzi, it will be hard to meet.
The broken goose has no basis, slowly flying down to Tingzhou, thinking leisurely.
I secretly think about how many happy and joyful gatherings there were at the beginning; but I didn’t know that the difficult time of gathering and separation would turn into rain, hatred and clouds of sorrow.
Hunting and pursuing a journey, every time you climb a mountain and face the water, it brings up the worries of your life, which makes you feel depressed and speechless for a long time, but you go downstairs.
Yulinling Liu Yong
The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the Changting Pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent,
The place of nostalgia and the orchid boat urge the hair.
Looking at each other with tears in their hands, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and neglected in the Qingqiu Festival! Where can I wake up from my drunkenness today?
The willow bank, the dawn wind and the waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them?
Die Lian Hua Liu Yong
Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the spring sorrow, the gloomy sky.
In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, who is speechless?
I want to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the music is still tasteless.
The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of Yi.
Lotus Picking Order Liu Yong
The moonlight is harvested, the clouds are light and frosty, and the sky is dawning. Visitors from the west are in a miserable mood at this time.
Cui'e's hand is sent to Linqi, and the Zhu household is opened.
Standing with beautiful faces, speechless and tearful, looking back with heartbreak?
An orchid boat sails across the waves with a swift oar.
Those who are greedy and lustful do not know how to be separated from their emotions. There are so many dimensions, but who can speak the same language as drinking, hating, and pulse?
Looking back, the important city has disappeared, and outside the cold river, there are two or three smoke trees faintly visible.
Slow Waves on the Sand Liu Yong
I dreamed that there was a ray of wind through the window, and the cold current of the lamp was blowing.
When I woke up from the wine, I heard the frequent rain falling on the empty steps. Sorry, I have been a guest from far away for a long time.
With the help of a beautiful woman and a few words of alliance, I can endure it. What used to be a happy meeting suddenly turned into sadness.
I was extremely sad and thought about it again and again. Deep in the bridal chamber, I drank and sang songs several times, and the fragrance warmed the mandarin duck quilt.
How can we temporarily evacuate, Fei will do his best. [Evil band] There are thousands of clouds and rains, and they are of all kinds, and we love each other.
Just now, the sky is forever, and we are separated from each other for no reason. When did you know that you would embrace Qin Yuntai?
I would like to lower my curtains on my pillow and talk softly to Jiangxiang every night.
Ding Fengbo Liu Yong
Since spring comes, green is sad and red is sad. On the bright sun, orioles wear willow belts and lie still under incense quilts.
Warm and crisp, greasy clouds [enjoy single], tired of combing and wrapping all day long. None of that.
As soon as the hatred and love are gone, there will be no news. If I had known it earlier, I would have regretted not locking the carved saddle.
Xiangjichuang, only with Manjianxiang in charge, restrained in teaching chanting lessons.
Stay with me, don’t throw away, sit with me while I am leisurely spinning my needle and thread. Come with me, so that your young years will not be wasted.
Youth Tour to Liuyong
The horses on the ancient road in Chang'an are delayed, and the tall willow trees are full of cicadas. Outside Sunset Island, on the plains of autumn wind, my eyes are broken and drooping for four days.
Once Guiyun has gone without a trace, where is the early stage? The scene is unfamiliar and the drunkards are desolate, unlike last year.
Qi Shi Liu Yong
In late autumn, a light rain fell on the courtyard.
The chrysanthemums on the threshold are sparse and sparse, and the wells are in disorder, causing residual smoke. Sadly, looking at Jiangguan, the flying clouds are dim and the sunset is leisurely.
Song Yu felt sad at that time, so he went to the water and climbed the mountain.
The long journey makes the passers-by miserable and tired of listening to the gurgling water [氵爰].
The cicada sings and the leaves fade, the crickets sing and the grass fades, making a corresponding noise.
The days in the solitary hall are like years, the wind and dew gradually change, and the night comes quietly.
The long sky is clear, the Jianghe River is clear and shallow, and the moon is bright and beautiful.
Thinking about the past forever, facing the scenery forever at night.
People who are not well-known for their fortune, and the beautiful red building in Qimo, tend to delay their fortunes over the years.
The scenery in Dili is beautiful. In those days, there were banquets in the evening and joy in the morning.
There are crazy friends and strange couples, who meet to sing and drink together.
The scenery is as fast as a shuttle, the old trip is like a dream, how long is the journey of smoke and water?
Thinking about fame and fortune makes you feel haggard and lingering, chasing the past makes you miserable and sad.
The leaking arrow moved, and I felt a little cold, and gradually started whimpering and drawing my horn several times.
By the opposite window, the light is turned off to face the dawn, and I can’t sleep without the shadow.
Midnight Music Liu Yong
The freezing clouds dimmed the weather, and a small boat sailed away from Jiangzhu. Travel through thousands of ravines and rocks, and cross deep streams.
The angry waves gradually subsided, the woodcutter wind suddenly started, and we heard businessmen and travelers calling each other. The sail is held high, painting "Benefit Bird", flying across Nanpu.
Looking at the sparkling wine, there is a cluster of smoky villages and several rows of frost trees. Under the waning sun, the fishermen return with their bangs.
The lotus flowers are scattered, and the declining poplar trees are shaded. On the shore, there are two, two, three and three women wandering in the sea, avoiding travelers and talking to each other with shy smiles.
Because of this thought, the embroidered pavilion is thrown lightly, and the waves are difficult to stop.
What is the basis for making an appointment with Ding Ning after sighing? It's tragic to leave my heart, and I regret that my return will be delayed at the end of the year.
With eyes full of tears, the road to Shenjing is blurred, and the sound of broken bells reaches far into the dusk.
Jade Butterfly Liu Yong
Looking at the place where the rain has stopped and the clouds have broken, 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 flowers are getting older; the moon is cold and the dew is cold, the phoenix leaves are turning yellow, my feelings are hurt, where are my old friends?
The smoke and water are vast. Unforgettable, the wine party during the period, a few lonely romantic days, many times changing into stars and frost.
The sea is vast and the mountains are far away. Where is Xiaoxiang?
Remembering the twin swallows, it is difficult to rely on the news; it refers to the twilight sky and the empty consciousness returning home.
Looking at each other sadly, in the sound of broken Hong, the setting sun rises.
Eight Sounds of Ganzhou Liu Yong
The Xiaoxiao dusk rain sprinkles the river sky to cleanse the autumn.
The wind is getting colder and frostier, the Guanhe River is in the cold, and the remaining light shines on the building. The redness and greenness of this place have declined, and the beauty of the place has ceased.
Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastwards silently. I can't bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the dimness of my hometown. I can't bear to think about it.
Sighing at the traces of the past years, why is there so much suffering left behind?
I miss the beautiful woman and stare at her makeup building. How many times have I missed the boat and returned to the boat?
Striving to know me, leaning against the balconies, I am feeling sad?
Mystic Yin Liu Yong
A small boat with a light sail rolled up, temporarily anchored on the south bank of the Chu River.
The twilight corner of the lonely city attracts Hu Jia's resentment. The water is vast and the sand is flat with wild geese. The spin was frightened and dispersed.
The smoke gathers in the cold forest clusters, the painting screen is spread out, the sky is far away, the mountains are small, and the dark 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 in a foreign land, endure the desolation, and be sad. The imperial city is on credit, the Qin Tower is blocked, and the traveling soul is in chaos.
The fragrant grass is endless and the remaining light is full. There is no news about the beauty, and the clouds are far away.
Zhu Ma Zi Liu Yong
Climbing the lonely fort is desolate, the dangerous pavilion is wide and wide, and it is quiet in Yanzhu. The female neon is hanging in the rain, the strong wind is blowing on the threshold, and the twilight is slightly closing.
Gradually, I feel the autumn leaves are startling, the remaining cicadas are noisy late, and the time sequence is familiar. Looking at the scenery, I think of Xiao Huan, pointing to the depths of Shenjing, neither zero nor smoke.
To pursue this feeling, it is easy to accumulate new sorrows and it is difficult to reunite with old friends. Standing still for a long time with such high height, you will be left speechless.
The sky is bright and dim, the crows are dim, and the city is desolate at dusk. Draw a corner on the south tower and send the setting sun away.
Cinnamon Zhixiang Wang Anshi
When I came to see him off, it was late autumn in my motherland and the weather was beginning to be calm.
Thousands of miles of clear river seems to be flowing, and the green peaks are like clusters. Return to the sail and go to the setting sun, with the west wind at your back, and the wine flag is leaning.
The clouds are light on the colorful boats, the herons are rising on the stars and rivers, and it is difficult to draw a picture.
Thinking about the past and the prosperous competition, sighing at the building outside the door, filled with sorrow and hatred.
Through the ages, I have been proud of my high position, and I am full of honor and disgrace. The old things of the Six Dynasties are like running water, but the cold smoke and decaying grass are green.
To this day, Shang Nu still sings the remaining song "Back Court".
Qianqiuxiang Wang Anshi
I came to see him off. It was the late autumn of my motherland and the weather was beginning to be calm. Thousands of miles of clear river looks like a train, and the green peaks are like clusters.
Returning to the sail to sail in the setting sun, with the west wind at my back, and the wine flag standing slantingly.
The clouds are light on the colorful boats, the herons are rising on the stars and rivers, and it is difficult to draw a picture.
Thinking about the past and the prosperous competition, sighing at the building outside the door, filled with sorrow and hatred.
Through the ages, I have been proud of my high position, and I am full of honor and disgrace. The old things of the Six Dynasties are like running water, but the cold smoke and decaying grass are green.
To this day, Shang Nu still sings the remaining song "Back Court".
Qianqiu Suiyin Wang Anshi
The annex is cold and the anvil is in the lonely city, and the sound of autumn enters the vast outline.
The geese returning from the east go from the sea, while the geese coming from the south fall towards the sand head. The typhoon in Chu and the moon in Genglou are just like yesterday.
Yang Mang had no choice but to be bound by fame and fortune, and had no choice but to be taken over by his love. Unfortunately, the romance always came to an end.
At first, I left China to express my love for you, but now I made an appointment with Qin Lou by mistake. In the middle of a dream, after waking up from the wine, I thought about it.
Qing Ping Le Wang Anguo I can’t stay in the spring, and I have exhausted my words.
The red palace and brocade are stained all over the ground. It was windy and rainy in the South Garden last night. When Xiaoling first started playing the pipa, her thoughts wandered around the world at dawn.
If you don’t want to paint a small house, the spring breeze will bloom freely.
Linjiang Immortal Yan Jidao
After the dream, the tower is high and locked, and the curtains are hung low at dusk after being drunk.
When spring came last year, the falling flowers were independent, and the little swifts flew together.
I remember when I first met Xiao [上艹下frequency], the double heart character was Luo Yi.
The strings of the pipa say lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and the colorful clouds once returned.
Die Lian Hua Yan Jidao
I dreamed of entering the Yanshui Road in the south of the Yangtze River, and traveled all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, never leaving the path of humanity.
There is nothing to say when you are sleeping, and you are melancholy when you wake up.
I want to exhaust this love letter. The floating goose sinks the fish, and there is no evidence in the end.
But relying on the slow string song to say goodbye, the broken heart moves the Qin Zheng pillar.
Die Lian Hua Yan Jidao
I can’t remember the farewell to the West Tower when I’m drunk. It’s so easy to gather and disperse in spring dreams and autumn clouds.
I haven’t slept much under the half-mooned window, and the painting screen is leisurely displaying the greenery of Wushan Mountain.
The wine stains on the clothes and the words in the poems are always desolate.
The red candle is self-pitying and has no good plan, and the night is cold and the sky is weeping for others.
Partridge Sky Yan Jidao
The colorful sleeves held the jade bell diligently, but in those days, I was drunk and beautiful.
Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan.
After seeing each other again, we met again and again, and shared our dreams with you several times. I have only a few silver photos left tonight, as if I was afraid that the encounter was a dream.
Sheng Zhazi Yan Jidao
The soul of Guanshan has a long dream, but there are few books of Yanyin. My temples are pitifully green, just because I miss my old age.
I returned to the green screen window and said to everyone: "It is really difficult to be apart, but it is better to meet again."
Magnolia Yan Jidao
The east wind is ruthless again Plan, the bright pink and delicate red blow all over the floor.
The curtains of the green building do not hide my sorrow, but I still feel like I was last year today.
Who would have thought that I would be in charge of the Spring Festival incident, and I would shed tears every time I visit it.
At this time, the marigold is so deep that you can get drunk by seeing all the falling flowers.
Magnolia Yan Jidao
The swing courtyard has double curtains at dusk, and the colored pens are leisurely used to inscribe embroidery on the households.
On the wall are red and apricot flowers left by the rain, and outside the door are green poplars that are fluffing in the wind.
Where does Chaoyun Xinjue know? It should be said that King Xiang has a spring dream.
Zi Liu recognized the traces of his old journey and crossed the east bank of the Huaqiao Road.
Qing Ping Le Yan Jidao
If you can’t keep people in, you will get drunk and leave Lanzhou. A green spring water road passes by the place where the orioles sing at dawn.
The willows at the ferry are green, and the branches and leaves are alienated. From then on, I stopped sending brocade books, and there was no proof of the clouds and rain in the painting building.
Ruan Lang returns to Yan Jidao
The old fragrance and residual powder are like the original, and the human feelings are not as good as before.
There are still a lot of running scripts in the spring, but in autumn the writings are even sparse. The quilt is cold, the mandarin duck is alone on my pillow, and my sorrowful heart is waiting for wine to soothe it.
Even if the dream soul exists, it will become empty, which is nothing compared to the dream.
Ruan Lang returns to Yan Jidao
The golden palms of the sky are dewed into frost, and the clouds follow the long words of wild geese. Green cups and red sleeves take advantage of the Double Ninth Festival, and the human feelings are like hometown.
The orchid is purple, the chrysanthemum hairpin is yellow, and the old madness is diligent and managed. If you want to exchange intoxication for desolation, don’t break your heart by singing clear songs.
Liu Mo Ling Yan Jidao The green clouds are gone in spring, and the catkins are flying around the Xiang Pavilion.
It’s like coming to Cuimei Palace late at night and learning from the distant mountains skillfully. Without even speaking an inch of madness, I felt it towards Hengbo.
The painted curtains cover the corners, and the newly rewritten music is wonderful, secretly allowing idlers to pick it up secretly.
There are many cryptic words in the previous book, and the meaning is shallow and difficult to answer.
No need to use red wax, after the idle clouds return, the moon is in the old corner of the garden.
Yan Jidao, Royal Street
The green trees in the south of the street are filled with spring catkins, and the spring road is covered with snow. There are bright flowers and beautiful clouds at the top of the tree, and there are beautiful houses at the bottom of the tree.
Go up to the north tower, the sparse curtains are rolled up, and you can see the trees in the south of the street.
The lantern is still leaning against the sky, and it rains at dusk several times. In late spring, horses were riding on the moss, and they once stood deep in the green shade.
The fallen flowers are still there, the fragrant screen is empty, where do you know the human face?
Yan Jidao, Poppy
The sky outside Qulanqian is like water, and I leaned on it last night.
At the beginning of the day, the bright moon is compared to the good time, and when the moon is full, I look forward to people returning.
The fragrance is still there before the clothes are worn, who can teach you the old ideas?
After a spring of separation and laziness in tuning the strings, there are still two lines of idle tears in front of the zither.
Leave the Spring Order Yan Jidao
Painting the sky bank, dreaming back to the promise, clouds and water in ten continents.
Twisted red paper in hand and sent it to someone, writing about infinite and sad things.
The tall buildings of Biepu once leaned over thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.
In the sound of water flowing downstairs, there was Ping Gao crying that day.
Yan Jidao from Siyuan
Autumn is late with red leaves and yellow flowers, and I miss travelers who have traveled thousands of miles.
After flying through the clouds, I will return home without any letter. Where can I send a letter?
When the tears fall out of the window, I spin the inkstone to grind the ink.
As I write farewell, deep in my love, the red paper is colorless.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou. Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily until the end of the day, writing this article while pregnant with children
Su Shi When will the bright moon come, ask the blue sky with wine.
I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home.
I am afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade houses will be too cold at high places. If I dance to clear my shadow, it will not look like I am in the human world.
Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, where you will find a low-rise house, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, and the moon has its yin and yin eyes, which is difficult to solve in ancient times.
I wish you a long life and a long life.
Shuilongyin. Ciyun Zhang Zhifu's "Yanghua Ci" Su Shi
It looks like a flower but not like a flower, and no one cherishes it.
Leaving home and taking the road, my thoughts are ruthless and thoughtful.
The lingering damage to the tender intestines makes the eyes so sleepy that they want to be opened or closed.
The dream travels thousands of miles with the wind, looking for the man's whereabouts, and is called by the oriole again.
I don’t hate that these flowers will fly away, I hate that the red flowers in the West Garden are difficult to decorate.
After dawn and rain, where are the traces? A pool of broken apples.
There are three parts of spring scenery, two parts of dust, and one part of running water.
Looking closely, they are not Yanghua, but the dots are tears of separation.
Yong Yule. Pengcheng stayed in the Yanzi Tower at night, dreaming about panpan, so he wrote this poem Su Shi
The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the clear scenery is infinite.
There are fish jumping in Qugang, round lotus pouring dew, and no one can see the loneliness.
The mouth is like three drums, one leaf is sonorous, and the dim dream cloud is broken.
The night is vast, I am looking for nowhere, and I feel like I have been walking around the small garden.
Weary travelers at the end of the world, returning to the mountains, can’t see their hometown.
The Swallow Tower is empty, where is the beauty? The swallow in the empty locked building.
The past and present are like dreams, never dreamed, but there are old joys and new resentments.
At the same time, Yu Hao sighed at the night view of Huanglou.
Dong Xiange Su Shi
Ice muscles and jade bones, naturally cool and sweat-free. The water palace is full of fragrance when the wind blows.
The embroidered curtain is open, and a bright moon peeks at people. They are not sleeping, and the hairpins on their pillows are messy.
Get up and hold hands, the courtyard is silent, and you can see sparse stars from time to time across the river.
How is the night? It's the third watch of the night, the golden waves are light and the jade rope is turning low.
But when will the west wind come, it will change secretly.
Bu Suanzi. Su Shi's residence in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou
The missing moon hanging on the sparse tung trees makes one feel at ease. Unexpectedly, I saw a lonely man living alone, a misty and solitary shadow.
When you start, you look back. There is no one to forgive you for your hatred. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.
The Sapphire Case. Sending Bogu back to Wuzhong Su Shi
In the third year, I went to Wuzhong Road and sent the yellow dog to follow you.
If you go to Huxiao Ferry in Songjiang River, don’t be frightened by the mandarin ducks. There are four bridges all over the place where I walked.
When I look at the late spring in "Wangchuan Picture", I often remember the words of Master Youcheng.
Make a promise to return to heaven. The spring clothes are still there, and the little man's needlework has been wet by the rain from the West Lake.
Linjiang Immortal Su Shi
Drinking at Dongpo at night and waking up drunk again, returning as if at midnight.
The boy's nose is already thundering, and he doesn't answer the knock on the door. He leans on his stick and listens to the sound of the river.
I always regret that this body is not mine, when will I forget Yingying.
The wind is calm at night and the lines are flat. The boat passed away from now on, and the river and sea left it for the rest of my life.
Ding Fengbo Su Shi
Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly.
The bamboo stick and mango shoes are easier than the horse, who is afraid! A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly.
Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine.
Congratulations to the bridegroom Su Shi
The milk swallows fly in the mansion, no one is there, the locust shade turns to noon, and the cool evening brings a new bath.
The raw silk and white round fan is made by hand, and the fan hand looks like jade for a moment.
As I gradually become sleepy and sleep alone, who will push the embroiderer outside the curtain?
It was a waste of time to teach people, and the dream broke "Yao Tai Song", but it turned out that the wind knocked the bamboo. The pomegranate half spit out the red cloth and frowned.
When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. [Grain Farmer] If you look closely at a beautiful branch, you will see a thousand layers of fragrance like a bundle.
I am afraid that the west wind will frighten the green. If I wait for you to come here, I can't bear to touch the wine in front of the flowers.
***Pink tears and two rustles.
Looking at the sea tide, Qin Guan
The plum blossoms are sparse, the ice is melting and leaking, and the east wind secretly changes the years.
Wandering in the golden valley, walking in the alleys of bronze camels, walking on the smooth sand in the new clear weather.
When I mistakenly followed the car, I was dancing with butterflies, full of sweet thoughts.
The peach branches are under the willows, and the beauty of spring comes to everyone at random.
In the West Garden, I drank and sang bamboo tea at night. There were bright lanterns blocking the moon and flying canopies blocking the flowers.
The Orchid Garden is not empty, and the pedestrians are getting older, and it will be a shame to start again.
The smoke and wine are rising. But as far as the eye can see from the Qilou, I can see crows from time to time.
I have no choice but to return to my heart, secretly following the flowing water to the end of the world.
Eight-Sixth Son Qin Guan
Leaning on the dangerous pavilion, hatred is like a fragrant grass, and the luxuriant grass still survives after being shoveled away.
After saying goodbye to Qing Cong outside the willow tree, I felt sad and secretly surprised when I saw the red coat beside the water.
Wu Tuan Tian and Ping Ting, the night moon and a curtain of dreams, the spring breeze ten miles tender.
Unfortunately, joy gradually follows the flowing water, the sound of plain strings breaks, and the fragrance of green silk decreases.
It was so late that the flowers were flying, and it was still rainy and sunny. Just as the condensation was disappearing, the oriole crowed several more times.
The courtyard is full of fragrance, Qin Guan. The mountains are covered with light clouds, the sky is sticky with decaying grass, and the sound of paintings cuts off the Qiaomen.
Suspend the expedition and talk about *** to lead Li Zun. How many old events in Penglai can be looked back in vain and covered with mist.
Outside the setting sun, there are thousands of jackdaws, and flowing water surrounds the isolated village.
Erosion, at this moment, the sachet is secretly dissolved, and the belt is lightly divided. Man wins the brothel, but survives in name.
When will we see you again? There are crying marks on the sleeves.
At the injured place, Gaocheng looked out, and the lights were already dusk.
The courtyard is full of beauty and Qin Guan
The clouds are blooming at dawn, spring is as everyone wants, and the showers are over and the weather is clear again. The beautiful pavilions in ancient Taiwan are filled with flying swallows and red maidens.
The money fell from the trapped elm in the dance, and outside the swing, the bridge was level with green water.
On the morning of the east wind, the red gate reflects the willow tree, and the small Qin Zheng is pressed low.
Sentimental, a place of pleasure, covered with pearls, uranium and green, and a jade bridle with red tassels. Gradually the wine is empty of gold [Wooden Cup], and the flowers are trapped in Peng Ying.
The old hatred on the head of cardamom, the dream of ten years, can only be frightened.
It has been a long time, the smoke is sparse and the sun is light, and I am lonely in Wucheng.
Jiaan Magnolia Qin Guan
Old hatred at the end of the world, being alone and desolate without anyone asking. If you want to see the ileum, cut off the small seal incense from the golden furnace.
The black moth grows long and gathers, no matter how the spring breeze blows, it will not spread. Trapped and leaning on a dangerous building, I feel sad every time I pass by.
Huanxisha Qinguan
Go up to the small building in the desert and cold, the dawn is like a poor autumn, the light smoke and flowing water paint the screen.
The flying flowers are as light as dreams, the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and the precious curtains hang with small silver hooks.
Ruan Lang returns to Qinguan
The wind and rain in Xiangtian broke through the cold weather, and the courtyard was deep and empty. After Li Qiao blew the little Chanyu, she traveled far away in the clear night.
The dream of hometown is over, the soul of traveling is lonely, and the glorious years are gone. There are still geese in Hengyang passing books, but there are no geese in Chenyang.
Mallard Chao Yuanli
The evening clouds have gathered, and the pale sky is covered with glass.
The rotten silver plate comes from the bottom of the sea, and the color is bright and clear.
The radiance is dust-free, Su'e is standing still, the stillness can be counted, and the osmanthus is mixed.
The jade dew has just begun to break, and the golden wind has not yet cooled down. There is no time like this in a year.
When the dew sits for a long time and the fireflies are sparse, the black magpie is flying south. Yaotai Ling, Lingan relies on warmth, and she wants to go down for a long time.
When you miss a beautiful woman and say goodbye, you should express your longing for her.
The most important thing is love, the sound is leaking, the heart is broken secretly, and the flower yin is secretly moved.
It is expected that the night will come, the clear light has not diminished, and the cloudy weather has returned.
*** Ning Lian, now that we are apart, it is still a year apart. The man is strong, pure and respectful, and has a long-term wish to be with him.
Die Lian Hua Zhao Ling [Tian Temple]
If you want to take off your clothes, the cold has not gone away. If you don’t roll up the bead curtain, you will be deep in the depths.
How many flowers are there on the red apricot branches? Crying marks stop hating Qingming Rain.
There is a wisp of smoke incense all day long, and I wake up late from the hangover, which makes me feel annoyed at the end of spring.
Feiyan made a mistake again and went to Xijiang Road with a small screen.
Die Lian Hua Zhao Ling [Tian Temple]
The wind is almost gone, the falling powder is fragrant, and the flowers are red every day.
The new wine adds to the sleepiness of the remaining wine, and this spring does not reduce the hatred of the previous spring.
There is no place to ask when the butterfly is gone. The tall building across the water can see the letter of Pisces.
The waves of anger are only an inch away, and the setting sun is only as close as dusk.
Qing Ping Le Zhao Ling [Tian Temple]
The spring breeze is still there, focusing on Sui Diliu. The goose is almost yellow, and the weather is clear and bright.
Last year the purple road was the green gate, tonight the rain cloud soul is there. It only takes a few evenings to ruin a lifetime of languor.
Water Dragon Yin. The next rhyme is Lin Shengyu's "Cherishing Spring" Chao Buzhi
Ask why spring is so hard, why not? The wind and rain are like galloping.
The secluded flower has a thin calyx, the small garden has a low threshold, and the cultivation has not been completed.
Blowing all the red flowers will last for a long time in spring, not as good as the weeping willow.
Though spring will last forever, people worry about growing old in spring. Worry only exists in this world.
Spring hate is common in nine out of ten, and I can bear to be lonely and drink the sweet wine through my mouth.
Know that you are right, peach blossoms will bear fruit, and you will not lose weight due to spring.
The fame in the world comes with age and the time of spring.
The most affection is still there, the blue eyes in front of you are still the same when we meet again.
Reminiscing about my youth. Farewell to Chao Buzhi
Infinite officials and willows, ruthless painted boats, boundless travelers. Nanshan still sees each other off, only separated by people from the city.
The stream in the garden is blue and blue, and it will be forgotten once again. Liu Lang is like this, and he is like a peach blossom.
Song of the Cave Immortal. Written by Chao Buzhi in Sizhou Mid-Autumn Festival
Where the green smoke shines, the golden mirror flies over the blue sea. The shadow of osmanthus lies on the leisurely steps of the water at night.
When the dew is cold, there is a lot of chaos and coldness [general generals and insects]. Shenjing is far away, but only Lanqiao Road is close.
The crystal curtain is not lowered, the mica screen is opened, and the beauty is cold-soaked with light powder.
I will give you a lot of light in the future, and I will give it to Jinzun, and I will pour all the clouds into the morning sky.
Moreover, I took the south building on the bed and watched the jade make up the human world.
Linjiang Immortal Chao Buzhi
I recall the past when I drank in the West Pond and had so much fun every year.
Don't send me a single line of writing. Even if we meet each other normally, it will feel like we are not as good as before.
I dream of a safe brocade quilt tonight, and the moon is bright so I can cross the rivers and lakes. How about stopping asking for love?
After the love knows that spring has passed, the flowers will be gone.
Yu Meiren Shu [trembling without pages]
The hibiscus falls all over the sky, and the waves rise at dusk.
With two swallows flying on my back and sticking to the cold clouds, I asked alone to lean on the east bank of the small building and look at it.
In the floating life, I only respect the old man before me, and the road to Chang'an is covered with snow.
My old friend goes to the high platform morning and evening to send me the spring beauty of the south of the Yangtze River.
Yujiaao Zhufu
The light rain is thin and the wind is thin, and thousands of willows are in the green smoke.
The wet flowers in love with the tree cannot fly, the autumn is boundless, and the spring comes with the flowing water in the east.
How long can ninety years last? The golden turtle has all its solutions and leaves nothing to be desired.
A message to the wine market in Dongyang, I’ll be drunk for a while, but now I’ll be in tears. It's a pity to fly away. A farewell message from the Fuyang monk's house to the prostitute Qiongfang
Mao Pang's tears wet the stems of the flowers and made them dew, and he was so worried that the peaks of his brows gathered green.
This hatred is shared equally, and there are no words to look at each other in vain. The broken rain and lingering clouds have no emotions, and I am lonely day and night.
Tonight deep in the mountains, the broken souls are returning in waves.
Bodhisattva Man Chen Ke
The Chilan Bridge is as straight as the fragrant street, and the willows in the street are delicate and weak. The sky is golden and blue, and the flowers are clear and the curtains are red.
The yellow shirt flies on the white horse, and every day is green downstairs. Drunk eyes don't see anyone, and the noon fragrance blows the dark dust.
Bodhisattva Man Chen Ke
The green walls surround the moss courtyard, and the atrium is covered with banana rolls. Butterflies fly up the steps, and the curtain hangs freely.
Bilingual swallows with jade hooks, treasures [upper autumn and lower tiles] Yanghuazhuan. There are sounds of money being winnowed here and there, and spring sleep is light under the green window.
Song of the Cave Immortal by Li Yuanying The snow clouds have cleared and the courtyard is full of light. Willows are green eyes for people.
There are many more romantic places, a little plum blossom heart, which contrasts far away, with a slight frown and a light smile.
The advantage of spring is not that it is rich in fragrance, but that its fragrance is the softest and most delicate.
By the time of Qingming Festival, the colorful flowers are in chaos and half of the spring breeze has been lost.
Seize it early and chase it in time, but don’t worry about the cold spring, drunken red and white warmth.
Qingmen Drinking Shi Yan
The wild horses hissed in the wind, the Han flag turned over the snow, the red clouds vomited again, and a pole was still shining.
The ancient trees are in the sky, the mountains are countless, and the dusk sand and grass are all gone.
The secluded pavilion is full of stars, and the lights are empty all night long. The fog is thick and fragrant, the ice is frozen and the candles are tearing, and the frosty sky is hard to see.
Always remember that a little makeup makes you grow old. Before the cup is finished, you are no longer pregnant.
Looking at each other while drunk, and seeing rain in dreams are all worries when you are awake.
It is expected that there will be an affection, I can’t bear to think about it and heard it in my ears. When I came back from the prancing horse, I recognized the door and smiled lightly.
Xie Chichun Li Zhiyi The remaining cold has disappeared, the rain has passed, and after the Qingming Festival.
The flower path is red, and the wind and marsh are freshly wrinkled. Swallows pass through the courtyard, and flying catkins touch the sleeves.
It’s still late in the day when it’s perfect, and it’s so delicious that it’s as strong as wine.
The frequency shift brings eyes, and the sky is just tired of being thin.
I think about it when I don’t see it, but I remain the same when I see it. I wonder how we can stay together for a long time when we see each other so often.
The sky is not old, the people are not married, and the willows in front of the court are divided.
Bu Shuzi Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River; I miss you every day and don't see you, but I drink the water of the Yangtze River.
When will this water stop? When has this hatred ended? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love