Jinse/Li Shangyin's fifty strings of Jinse are unprovoked. Each string and one column reflects on the Chinese years. Zhuang Sheng is obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream. He looks forward to the Emperor's spring heart holding the cuckoo in the sea. The moon and pearls shed tears. The sun in Lantian is warm and the jade smoke is born. This feeling It’s time to reminisce, but I was already at a loss at that time [Yulinling/Liu Yong] The cicadas were mournful, facing the long pavilion at night, the showers were beginning to stop, I was drinking in the Dumen tent in the nostalgic place of nostalgia, holding hands and looking at each other with tears in my eyes, speechless and choked, Go and go, the sky is full of smoke and mist, I have been sentimental about parting since ancient times. Where can I be sober tonight on the Qingqiu Festival? Where will the willow bank with the dawn wind and the waning moon come and go? After all these years, the good scenery is in vain. Even if there is such a custom, who can I tell you? Poppy/Li Yu] When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do you know about the past? Last night there was an east wind in the building. The country cannot bear to look back. In the bright moonlight, the railings and jade bricks should still be there. It is the change of the beauty. How much can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward [ Happy Meeting/Li Yu] Speechless, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a lonely phoenix tree in the deep courtyard, the autumn pruning kept cutting it, it was still chaotic, it was the sorrow of separation, it was the general feeling in my heart [Lang Tao Sha/Li Yu], the rain outside was gurgling, and the mood was dim. I can't bear the cold at the fifth watch, I don't know that I am a guest here, I am greedy for pleasure for a while, don't lean on the fence. It's easy to see the infinite rivers and mountains. Sometimes it's difficult to see the water. The water falls and the flowers fall. When spring passes, it's heaven and earth. [Untitled/Yuan Zhen] Once upon a time, it was difficult to make water. Wushan is not a cloud. The flowers are lazily reviewed. Half destined to practice Taoism, half destined to be a king [Hua Fei Hua/Bai Juyi] Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist, midnight comes and dawn goes, like a spring dream for how long, like morning clouds with nowhere to find [Jiang Chengzi/Su Shi] Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable The solitary tomb thousands of miles away has no place to talk about. It is so desolate that we should not know each other when we meet. Faces are as frosty as frost. Night comes and dreams suddenly return home. We are dressing up at the small window. We are looking at each other. We are speechless. Only tears are shed. Thousands of lines of material are broken every year. The bright moonlit night is short in Matsuoka. /Li Qingzhao] The fragrant red lotus root leaves the jade quilt in autumn. I undress Luo Shang lightly in the autumn and go to the orchid boat. Who sends the brocade letter to come back? It's just a frown, but it's in my heart.
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