1. Poems about the love between children
1. Untitled·It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
When I look in the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
The opportunity to meet is really rare, and it is even more difficult to part ways. Moreover, the weather of late spring is about to end with the east wind, and the flowers have faded, which makes people even more sad. A spring silkworm spins a cocoon and spins out all its silk only when it dies. A candle burns out and turns to ashes before the tear-like wax drips dry. When a woman dresses up and looks in the mirror in the morning, she is only worried that her lush, cloud-like hair will change color and her youthful appearance will disappear. If a man moans and cannot sleep at night, he must feel the cold moon encroaching upon him. The other party's residence is not far away from Penglai Mountain, but there is no way to get there and it is out of reach. I hope there will be a messenger like a blue bird who will diligently visit my lover for me.
2. Night rain sent to the north
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
Jun asked about the return date but had not yet arrived, and the night rain in Bashan filled the autumn pond.
How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
You asked about the return date, but it is difficult to say accurately. It rained heavily all night in Bashan and the autumn ponds were full. When will I return, I will cut the candles from the west window and tell my face to my face how bad the rain is at night in Bashan.
3. Jinse
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, and each string and one column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss.
Seben has twenty-five strings, but this poem was written after the death of Li Shangyin’s wife, so the fifty strings have the meaning of broken strings. But even so, every string and every syllable is enough to express the meaning of the poem. The longing for those beautiful years. Zhuang Zhou actually knew that he was just a butterfly longing for freedom.
Emperor Wang’s beautiful heart and deeds can move Du Juan. The shadow of the bright moon in the sea is like a pearl turned into tears. Only in the Lantian at that time and place can good jade be produced like smoke. Those beautiful things and times can only remain in memories. At that time, those people thought that those things were just normal, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
4. Four of the Five Poems of Lisi
Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
Once upon a time, it was difficult to find water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
Take the flower bush to look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
If you have been to the sea, you won’t care about the water elsewhere; except for Wushan, you won’t call the clouds anywhere else clouds. I walked through the flowers in a hurry, not bothering to look back. The reason for this is partly because of the asceticism of the monks, and partly because of the you I once had.
5. One of two poems about bamboo branches
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I can hear the singing of people stepping on the Langjiang River.
The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.
The Yangliu River is green and the water is wide and flat. I can hear the lover singing on the river. The sun rises in the east and it starts to rain in the west. It is said that it is not sunny but it is still sunny. 2. Request: A love poem describing the long-lasting love between children in the world
With four machines, the mandarin ducks want to fly together, but the poor old man turns gray first; the spring waves are green and the grass is deep in the cold dawn, and each other is bathed in red clothes.
Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, you suddenly return to your hometown with a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
All loving encounters are impermanent and hard to come by. There are many fears in this life, and life is in danger from the morning dew. From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear. If you are separated from the one you love, there is no worry or fear.
Ask the world, what is love? Direct teaching promises life and death.
The vast sorrow, the vast calamity, the short song ends, and the bright moon is missing. The beautiful city is full of green blood. Sometimes the green is exhausted, and the blood is also there, but a ray of fragrant soul is never cut off! Yes? Transform into a butterfly.
The world is full of love, and the world has gone through many vicissitudes of life.
The Third Side Story of Legend of Sword and Fairy: Asking for Love - Sword and Asking for Love
The drizzle is falling, the breeze is swaying, and the love is as long as infatuation; the bright snow falls, and the Yellow River is turbid, let it be He is heartless and heartbroken; put it down, the sword in his hand, I am willing; recall the feelings in my heart, the thorn of fate. Why do you do it, lonely, you are on the other side of the world; how can you write your deep love for me in just a few words? I got the scripture... I wrote it all, and I don't want to make a wish; I also think of your face, day and night, and the long road of life; every moment, I see the tenderness in your eyes like water; the fate of this life will continue in the next life. , What is love, we promise each other in life and death; if I have you by my side, I will not envy mandarin ducks or immortals...
The Third Side Story of The Legend of Sword and Fairy · Asking for Love Chapter - Asking for Love with the Fairy Sword
Love is moving in the sky, in the green mountains, the wind is fleeting and the clouds are thousands of miles away; looking for a beautiful woman, love is hard to be true, and the sword cuts through the chaotic world of mortals; soaring in the sky, my heart is endless; vertically and horizontally, in the thousands of years, the reincarnation is turning. Why give up, the loneliness is long, I am on this side of the world. How can I express my thoughts about you clearly in thousands of words... I can only express my thoughts clearly. I only hope to get drunk once. I think of your face again, searching for it and meeting you in my dreams. Every moment. At this moment, I see your eyes full of affection; the fate of this life will continue in the next life, what is love, life and death; if I have you by my side, I will not envy mandarin ducks or immortals...
Kill Broken Wolf
The body that has been sleeping for a thousand years wakes up from the rotten branches and dead leaves. It is the nightingale's sad sigh that unlocks the spell. Who has sealed the forgotten sword? Follow the sound of the flute and the horse's hooves to find you. The most glorious sacrifice is that of a warrior. The moment fate wields the knife, my heart is crying. Life is to prove the traces of the existence of love. The greater life after the fire burns. Killing is to praise the magnificence before destruction. The night is a wolf with deep eyes and loneliness waiting for the dawn. I cannot see the future and the past. I cannot distinguish between life and death. Differences do not take away joy or regret. Leave here. The dawn and the crescent moon are alternating. I have traveled through centuries just for you. The cherry blossom petals are falling. This sad scenery has long sleeves that cannot be shaken. A lifetime of swords and swords. Have I been doomed to this wandering fate? My broken wings. Until you are you, let me find myself
Xiaoyaotan
The years are rare, the autumn wind is tired of wandering, the sunset lingers, hanging on the wall, reluctant to leave my former sweetheart, the words in my ears have merged with the sound of the tide Flowing eastward, I look back at the past and follow the falling maple leaves. Love has come to an end. Hate has given up on promises. My destiny is self-conscious. Humor, thoughts, and attitudes are beyond my control. My ambitions are so high that I feel sad. It’s rare to meet a close friend. Only a few people stay. I look back again, but I hear laughter and talk about it in my drunken dreams. The poverty of the past, the madness of the present, finally become an empty sword, a dull blade, no gratitude, no meaning, no dream, a broken road, a desolate road, I have sighed, no one understands, I have been looking forward to pass through the rolling dust of mortals for many years, I have not seen through the words, ridicule, ink, thousands of emotions, thousands of resentments, the hero's sorrow, the song ends with flowers on the temples. The white beauty is not even aware of it. She competes with the sun and loses weight. When the tears dry up and the blood rushes out, the white snow flies and everything becomes empty. 3. Words describing the love between children
Huanxisha · Boudoir Love
Author: Li Qingzhao
The embroidered hibiscus smiles. The tilted duck is lined with fragrant gills. Only when the eyes are moved are people guessed.
One side is full of charm and charm, and the other side is full of tenderness and hatred. The moon moves and the shadows of the flowers come back again.
Shengchazi·Yuan Xiu
Author: Ouyang Xiu
On the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day.
The moon is on the willow branches, and people meet after dusk.
On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same.
I can’t see the people from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears.
Untitled·It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet
Author: Li Shangyin
It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
When I look in the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
4. Poems criticizing the love between children
Blow the remaining smoke into the night wind.
A bright moon hangs above the curtain. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, even though our hearts are still in the same bed.
Feelings of love and affection. Biyun returned without a trace.
Only in the past life, love caged the mandarin ducks in two places. "Double Tune? Toad Palace Song" Spring Love by Xu Zaisi Only if you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness.
My body is like floating clouds, my heart is like flying catkins, and my energy is like a gossamer. A wisp of lingering fragrance is here, what's the point of looking forward to a wealthy wanderer? When will the syndrome come? When the lamp is half dim, when the moon is half bright.
A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to be poured, the wind is drifting, the rain is drifting again, the boat is rolling on the river at Qiuniang Ferry and Tainiang Bridge, and the curtain upstairs indicates when to go home to wash the guests' robes, with silver characters and Zheng tune, and the word "heart" Burning incense and flowing light can easily make people think that the cherries are red and the bananas are green - Jiang Jie. A plum-cut painting brings spring to the whole life, a pair of people from generation to generation, competing for two ecstasies. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring? It's easy to beg for blood from the blue bridge, but it's hard to run across the blue sea for medicine.
If you visit and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty. When the love is strong, the love turns weak, and there is still a strong love for Jiao'e. I only hear the smile of the new person in front of the hall, but I don't see the old person Bao Qiluo.
I was passionate and refused to leave, and I will never give up for eternity. The oaths of alliance are still in my ears, and my heart has moved westward as early as the moon. When I heard the joyful voice in front of the hall, I regretted that I had trusted you so deeply. I had known that the young master was a great debtor, and I should not have been mad at him sincerely.
Like water, you have never regretted wearing someone else's wedding dress. I heard that every butterfly is the reincarnation of every flower. I heard that lonely flowers always wither in lonely nights. I promise to cry for you quietly in my lonely cocoon. After transformation, I will use fragrance to find the past. buds.
My expectations are always melancholy and become one after another. Do you still know how to taste when love has become antique? Our love story is just a kind of tiredness that no longer exists. The old green clothes are left by you. Thin and haggard. It’s not that the person who gave you flowers doesn’t know tenderness and refuses to savor it, nor is it that you are helpless. I like to see your eyes slightly lowered, put on that green dress and listen to my words of comfort. Your good intentions are the one beside me on the pillow. Scattered green plums.
Guan Ju "Book of Songs" Guan Guan Ju Jiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman is eager to seek.
The jagged water plants are flowing around; the graceful ladies are longing for them. If you don't get what you want, you will sleep hard and think about it; you will be leisurely and tossing and turning.
Pick the water-lilies from left to right; play the harp and harp to the fair ladies. The water-lilies are growing here and there; the fair ladies are playing with bells and drums.
Shangxie (Han) Yuefu Folk Song Shangxie I want to know you, my life will never end, the mountains will decline, the Wuling River will be exhausted, the winter thunder will shake, the summer will rain and snow, the heaven and earth will unite, but I dare to be with you. Folk Song" The autumn wind blows in through the window, causing the curtains to flutter. Look up at the bright moon and express your feelings for the celestial light.
Huashan Ji "Yuefu Folk Songs of the Southern Dynasties" Huashan Ji, since you died for your peasants, who will you give to when you are the only one alive? When joy comes, the coffin will be opened! Song of Folding Willows "Yuefu Folk Songs of the Northern Dynasties" I am unhappy in my belly, and wish to be a horse whip; I spread my arms when I go in and out, and I sit beside my knees. Bamboo Branch Poetry (1) (Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River.
The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine. Bamboo Branch Poems (2) (Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi The mountains are covered with red flowers, and the spring water of Shujiang River beats the mountain flow.
The bonus fades easily like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like Nong's sorrow. Sauvignon Blanc (Song Dynasty) Lin Bu Wushan is green, the mountains are green, and the green mountains on both sides of the bank see each other off. Who knows the love of parting? The king is full of tears, the concubine is full of tears, and the knot of love between Luo and Dai has not yet been completed.
The tide at the head of the river has subsided. Mo Yuer Jin·Yuan Hao Qian Preface: In the fifth year of Taihe, at the age of Yi Chou, I went to the imperial examination to merge the prefectures. I met a goose hunter and said, "If you catch a goose now, kill it."
The one who escaped from the net Unable to go away, he threw himself to the ground and died.
"Yu bought it and buried it on the Fen River. He piled up stones as a symbol and named it Yanqiu.
Most of the people who traveled with him at that time composed poems, and I also wrote "Yanqiu Ci". His old works No palace merchant, now change the decision.
Ask what is love in the world, and teach us about life and death? Children.
You should say that there are thousands of miles of clouds and thousands of mountains are covered with snow. Who is the shadow going to? On the Hengfen Road, the flute and drum are still lonely, and the desolate smoke is still plain and clear. , The mountain ghost secretly cries in the wind and rain.
The sky is jealous, and the orioles and swallows are all in the loess for eternity. They sing and drink wildly, and visit Yanqiu. 5. Poems
1. "Farewell to Prince Li of Zizhou" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: Thousands of trees are towering in the sky, thousands of mountains are ringing with cuckoos.
It rains all night in the mountains, and a hundred springs fall under the trees. Bu, the Ba people filed a lawsuit against the taro fields.
Professor Wen Weng did not dare to rely on the sages. 2. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Seeing Azaleas in Xuancheng": The country of Shu once heard azaleas, and azaleas were seen in Xuancheng.
One cry, one ileum, one break, three springs and three months, remembering Sanba. 3. "The Road to Shu is Difficult" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty: Where is the green mud, there are nine twists and turns in the mountains.
I went to the Lijing Well and sat down with my hands on my chest and sighed. I was afraid that the journey to the west would be unreachable.
But I saw the mournful bird singing about the old tree, and the male and female flying around the forest. . I also heard that Zigui was crying about the moon at night, and I was worried about the empty mountain.
The road to Shu is so difficult that it makes people lose their beauty! 4. "Pipa Xing" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: I resigned from the imperial capital last year and lived in exile. I am lying sick in Xunyang City. There is no music in Xunyang, and I can't hear the sound of silk and bamboo all year round.
I live near the Huanjiang River, where yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house. I hear cuckoos crying blood. The ape moans.
On a spring river with flowers facing the autumn moon, I often drink wine alone. 5. "Old Man's Song of Picking Jade" by Li He of the Tang Dynasty: The jade must be picked with clear water, and the steps are swaying for lust.
p>I am hungry and cold, and the dragon is worried. The water in the blue stream is not pure. It rains a lot and I eat wild rice. The cuckoo has blood in my mouth and I cry.
The water of the blue stream hates people, and I hate it for a thousand years. Stream. The cypresses on the leaning mountain are whistling in the wind and rain, and green curls hang from the ropes at the foot of the spring.
The white house in the village is in memory of the baby. 6. "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty. Fifty strings for no reason, one string and one column, thinking about the past.
Zhuang Sheng is obsessed with butterflies, and the emperor's spring heart is full of tears. This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already lost at that time. 7. "Sleeping at Qipanling" by Shen Quanqi of the Tang Dynasty: Traveling alone thousands of miles away, lying high in Qipanxi
The mountain moon is close to the window, and the Tianhe River flows in. The house is low. The fragrance of spring is flat and green, and in the clear night, the guests are listening in the air, and they are praising the city for hearing the dawn chicken. The country is at the end of the world.
The moon is setting and the sky is full of apricot blossoms. 9. "Spring Eve" by Cui Tu of the Tang Dynasty: The water flows and the flowers fade without mercy, sending the east wind across Chucheng.
The butterfly dreamed of a home thousands of miles away, and the branches of the tree were updated three times a month. The books in the hometown have been extinct for many years, but the spring flowers are only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don’t return, you will gain it. Who can compete with the misty scenery of the five lakes? 10. "Listening to the Zheng" by Liu Zhongyong of the Tang Dynasty: Pull the strings and push the pillars to listen to the Qin Zheng, and you will hear the infinite sorrow and resentment of the Qin people. It is like following the spring breeze to know the state of willows, like following the singing of birds to know the mood of flowers.
Whose family is worried about the shadow of the lamp alone at night? Where can I miss the bright moon in an empty building? More layers of separation and hatred, the crossroads in the south of the Yangtze River lead to Luoyang City. 1. "Farewell to Zizhou Li Shijun" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: There are towering trees in thousands of valleys, and the sound of cuckoos in thousands of mountains.
It rains all night in the mountains, and there are hundreds of springs under the trees. The Han women lost the cloth, and the Ba people sued for the taro fields.
Wen Weng translated professors and did not dare to rely on sages. 2. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Seeing Rhododendrons in Xuancheng": The Shu Kingdom once heard the Zigui bird, and the Rhododendrons were seen again in Xuancheng.
One cry, one ileum, one break, three springs and three months of memories of Sanba. 3. "The Road to Shu is Difficult" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty: How is the green mud coiling around the rocky mountains?
When I went to the Lijing Well, I raised my head and breathed. I sat down and sighed with my hands on my back.
I asked you when will you return from your journey to the west? Afraid of the unreachable rocks.
But I saw the mourning bird calling the ancient trees, and the male flying and the female flying around the forest. I also heard Zigui crying about the moon at night and worrying about the empty mountains.
The difficulty of the road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky, which makes people wither their beauty! 4. Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing" of the Tang Dynasty: I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick. There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.
The land where I live near the Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house. In the meantime, I heard something at dawn and dusk, the cuckoo crows and the blood ape moans.
On a spring river with flowers and an autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone. 5. "Old Man's Song of Picking Jade" by Li He of the Tang Dynasty: To pick jade, the water must be green, and to carve it out, you can walk with lust.
I am hungry and cold, and the dragon is worried. The water in the blue stream is not pure. In the rainy night, I eat wild rice on the hillside, and the cuckoo bleeds from the mouth and the old man sheds tears.
The water of Blue Creek hates living people, and I will hate the stream for thousands of years. The cypress trees on the leaning mountain are roaring in the wind and rain, and green curls hang from the rope hanging from the foot of the spring.
The white house in the cold village is dedicated to the baby, and the intestines are hanging on the stone slabs of the ancient terrace. 6. "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty: The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss. 7. "Sleeping at Qipan Ridge" by Shen Quanqi of the Tang Dynasty: Traveling thousands of miles away alone, lying high in the west of Qipan Ridge.
The mountain moon is close to the window, and the Tianhe River enters the house low. The fragrant spring is flat and green, and the child cries in the clear night.
The floating passengers are empty and listening, and the praising city hears Shuji. 8. Tang Dynasty Wen Tingyun's "Bixiangyi Xiaosi": Incense lamps accompany residual dreams, and the Kingdom of Chu is at the end of the world.
As the moon sets and the sun comes to rest, the apricot blossoms fill the mountains. 9. "Spring Eve" by Cui Tu of the Tang Dynasty: The water flows and the flowers wither without mercy, sending the east wind across Chucheng.
The butterfly dreamed of a home thousands of miles away, and the branches of the tree were updated three times a month. The books in the hometown have been extinct for many years, but the spring flowers are only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don’t return, you will gain it. Who can compete with the misty scenery of the five lakes? 10. "Listening to the Zheng" by Liu Zhongyong of the Tang Dynasty: Pull the strings and push the pillars to listen to the Qin Zheng, and you will hear the infinite sorrow and resentment of the Qin people. It is like following the spring breeze to know the state of willows, like following the singing of birds to know the mood of flowers.
Whose family is worried about the shadow of the lamp alone at night? Where can I miss the bright moon in an empty building? More layers of separation and hatred, the crossroads in the south of the Yangtze River lead to Luoyang City. 11. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Longbiao was far away and sent this message": The poplar flowers have fallen and Zigui cries, and I heard that the dragon on the road has crossed the five streams.
I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and follow the wind to the west of the night. 1. "Farewell to Zizhou Li Shijun" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: There are towering trees in thousands of valleys, and the sound of cuckoos in thousands of mountains.
It rains all night in the mountains, and there are hundreds of springs under the trees. The Han women lost the cloth, and the Ba people sued for the taro fields.
Wen Weng translated professors and did not dare to rely on sages. 2. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Seeing Rhododendrons in Xuancheng": The Shu Kingdom once heard the Zigui bird, and the Rhododendrons were seen again in Xuancheng.
One cry, one ileum, one break, three springs and three months of memories of Sanba. 3. "The Road to Shu is Difficult" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty: How is the green mud coiling around the rocky mountains?
When I went to the Lijing Well, I raised my head and breathed. I sat down and sighed with my hands on my back. I asked you when will you return from your journey to the west? Afraid of the unreachable rocks.
But I saw the mourning bird calling the ancient trees, and the male flying and the female flying around the forest. I also heard Zigui crying about the moon at night and worrying about the empty mountains.
The difficulty of the road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky, which makes people wither their beauty! 4. Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing" of the Tang Dynasty: I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick. There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round.
The land where I live near the Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house. In the meantime, I heard something at dawn and dusk, the cuckoo crows and the blood ape moans.
On a spring river with flowers and an autumn moonlit night, I often drink wine alone. 5. "Song of an Old Man Picking Jade" by Li He of the Tang Dynasty: To pick jade, the water must be green, and to carve it out, you can walk with lust.
I am hungry and cold, and the dragon is worried. The water in the blue stream is not pure. In the rainy night, I eat wild rice on the hillside, and the cuckoo bleeds from the mouth and the old man sheds tears.
The water of Blue Creek hates living people, and I will hate the stream for thousands of years. The cypress trees on the leaning mountain are roaring in the wind and rain, and green curls hang from the rope hanging from the foot of the spring.
The white house in the cold village is dedicated to the baby, and the intestines are hanging on the stone slabs of the ancient terrace. 6. "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty: The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The bright moon in the sea has tears. 6. Has Xin Qiji ever written any poems about expressing the love between his children?
It was shameful to see Luan Luan alone in prison. Beautiful people comb and sweep. A long spring is spent worrying about flowers, very night, the east wind is bad. Rows of beads and foil surround the emerald curtain. Who will entrust the brocade paper? The jade cup is full of tears but I stop drinking it, fearing that the wine will make me feel weak. As soon as the rope is dropped, the brocade tent is like a cloud. I don't know how high it is. In the depths of the night, silver candles make a line of tears, and all my wishes are fulfilled. Don't wait for Yan to fly into the mud. Ask Hua Hua. I don’t know whether Hua Ding has love or not, but she seems to be afraid and new words are jealous. A cut of plum blossoms sprinkles the train of clothes and makes the journey long. It's late in the frost forest, but the autumn stamens are still fragrant. Parting is desolate. I couldn't bear to think about the brothel in my dream. The sky is dark and the sun is setting yellow. The clouds cover my eyes, and the mountains cut my heart. Full of pearls and tears. The strong west wind blows into the orchid house.
Jiang Chengzi Su Shi recorded a dream on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao. In the past ten years, life and death were vast and vast. Without thinking, I will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely grave, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines. About the author: Su Shi (1037~1101), courtesy name Zizhan, also known as Dongpo Jushi, was a native of Meishan in the Northern Song Dynasty. He is a famous writer and one of the eight great writers of prose in Tang and Song Dynasties. He is knowledgeable and versatile, and has high attainments in calligraphy, painting, poetry, and prose. His calligraphy, together with Cai Xiang, Huang Tingjian and Mi Fu, is known as the "Four Calligraphers of the Song Dynasty"; he is good at painting bamboo, wood and strange rocks, and he is also outstanding in painting theory and calligraphy theory. He is the literary leader after Ouyang Xiu in the Northern Song Dynasty. His prose is as famous as Ouyang Xiu; his poetry is as famous as Huang Tingjian; his poetry is majestic and bold in style. Instead of the elegance of his poetry, he is called "Su Xin" together with Xin Qiji in the Southern Song Dynasty, and he is the most bold and bold. Send a lyricist. Comments