I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
spring rain
I wear white clothes during the Spring Festival, but I only think about Baimancheng, where I can't go.
There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.
The long road ahead will be full of new difficulties, in the middle of the night, the interval of short dreams.
Oh, I'm sending you this message, these jade earrings! I saw a lonely goose in a cloud three thousand miles away.
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Go down to Mochow Hall and party there all night.
If angels don't bring their lovers into the room, what life will they have except dreams? .
Storms enchant nut horns, and the moon dew sweetens cinnamon leaves.
I know very well that this kind of love will not have any result, and depression is frivolous.
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You said you would come, but you didn't come. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.
I cried for your leaving forever. I still can't wake up. I tried to read your hasty notes, and I found the ink was too weak.
Blue candle burns its kingfisher feather lamp, and musk embroiders hibiscus slightly.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
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It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will dry when they turn to dust.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
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Fog and rain are blowing from the east, and the wheels make a faint thunder on the other side of Furong Pool.
The golden toad locked and burned incense, and the jade tiger told the story of beating water on the rope.
Jia Hua peeked behind the curtain. Han Maoshao, a fairy-like queen, once brought a bride pad for a prince's comfort and then disappeared.
In love, flowers are blooming. Even this bright fire of love is only ashes? .
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A wisp of faint phoenix-tailed yarn, fragrant and multiplied, meets Biwen at night.
Will your shy face stare at a moon-shaped fan, and will your voice drown out the rattle of my carriage? .
Once lonely, how far can a pomegranate flower whisper? .
I will tie my horse to a willow tree by the river, where will I stay in the southwest?
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The stars last night and the wind last night are in the west of the studio and the east of the cinnamon room.
Although my body doesn't have wings like a bright phoenix, my heart is always connected.
In the spring rain, there is a hook every other seat, one after another, and we roll the dice under the crimson lamp.
It was not until a drum beat, alas, called me to perform my duties that I got on my horse and left like a cut-off aquatic plant.
Live in Roche Pavilion and pay homage to Cui Yong.
Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city.
Autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving residual lotus to listen to the rain.
Write to my wife in the north on a rainy night.
When you ask about the return date, it rains at night in the autumn pool.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window and talk about the rain at night.
wind and rain
Although I have an ambitious heart, and I also have the heroic poem "Bright Sword", it is not the most popular, and I have stayed in this strange place for a long time.
The yellow leaves are withered, the wind and rain are still destroyed, the noble buildings are rich, and the broad masses of people are playing beautiful dances and impatient strings.
New friends are covered with secularism, so old friends are separated by layers.
If you want to break these troubles in your heart, you should use a new wine to alleviate the pain. The price is 10 thousand or 8 thousand.
cicada
The pure heart is hungry because of this, and you sing in vain all night.
Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! .
Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds.
I thank you for your sincere advice and live a pure life like you.
The flowers have fallen
Visitors to the High Court have been competing to leave; The spring flowers in the small garden are dancing in the wind.
The flower shadow is confused by the winding path; Overlooking the petal dance reflects the afterglow of the sunset.
My heart is too small to sweep away the fallen flowers; Looking forward to spring, but returning in a hurry.
Flower lovers who love flowers will naturally blame spring for leaving too early; When spring comes to an end, flowers and flowers only shed tears.
Liangsi
When you leave, the spring tide roams the railing; Now the dew is hanging on the branches.
I will always miss the good times. This day passed the day before today.
The north of you is as far as spring; I was too late in Nanling, and the delivery was too late.
Far away, I have repeatedly divined my dreams; Doubt that you are new here and forget your old friends.
Revisit the Temple of Our Lady
The white stone gate of the shrine of the virgin is covered with moss, and it has recovered from the fairyland-like fairyland.
In spring, drizzle is often sprinkled on the hall with green tiles, and the flag in the ancestral hall cannot be moved by the night wind.
Elvhua freely said that she had come to live somewhere, and Tong Jie's family in Dulan Township said that she would leave and come back.
Yulang and the virgin met here and informed the fairy that the virgin wanted to board Zizhi with the fairy.
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Where is mourning Zheng? Sakura Lane hangs on the bank of Yangpan.
The master's old woman will marry but not sell, and it will only be three and a half months during the day.
Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and Tomb-Sweeping Day looks at the same wall.
When Fang Zhan returned to Class 5, Yan Zi heard a sigh between the beams.
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Fu Xie's family has ended the old society, and now Song belongs to Tan Lang.
Where there are no curtains, you will fall on the bed if you want to dust.
The teenager surnamed Ji is still poor, so how can the charming girl in the left family expect it?
It's hard to get rid of all the worries, and the west wind is long in Wan Li.
On July 29th, we were honored to hold a dinner in this residence.
Dew like a little rain, down to the front pool, the wind back to the pool.
The floating world is used to gathering and dispersing, and the world of mortals is inseparable.
Melodious dreams are only seen by lights, and life is only known by wine.
How long does it take to get old? Songyang Song Xue has a heart.
Bi Cheng's Three Poems (Ⅰ)
When the twelve songs are dry, the rhinoceros turns to dust and the jade turns to cold.
There are many books attached to cranes in Yuen Long, but there are no trees in the girls' beds.
When the stars sink to the bottom of the sea, you can see them from the window. When the rain crosses the river, you can see them from another seat.
If Zhu Xiao is bright and firm, a tree will grow with water.
1 1 In the middle of the month, watch plum blossoms in the hurricane.
The winding path is secluded, colorful, not fragrant or greasy.
Chang 'e is accompanied by moonlight, looking indifferent; Blue jade girl is colder than frost.
Empty hands full of plum blossoms, but I don't know where to send them; And plum blossom's sad parting happened to meet me, heartbroken.
Who is the morning show for? Don't keep the old days.
Duanju
Books in the distance return to dreams, and only empty beds are Su Qiu's enemies.
Under the steps of moss mangroves, the moon is less worried in the rain.
solar radiation
The sun shines on the screen window, the wind shakes the door, and the incense wipes the hands.
Cloisters cover loneliness, parrots welcome red roses.
Two folding willows in the pavilion (I)
If you send me wine temporarily, don't worry about your frown and waist.
Before the world dies, there is only farewell, and the spring breeze strives to cherish the strip.
Two folding willows in the pavilion (part two)
Smoky fog makes every wish, and a thousand things fall.
Take a break and report to pedestrians, leave half and send them away, and welcome them back.
Give two songs (one song)
Upstairs to rest at dusk, jade ladder like a hook cross the moon.
Bananas do not show lilac festival, but they are worried in the same direction.
Athena Chu
On the mountain, I left the palace and went upstairs. In front of the building, the river flows by the palace.
Chu Tian Huang Yu, Song Yu has no worries and worries about himself.
Yinhe blowing sheng
I am disappointed that the Milky Way is blowing jade, and the cold building is cold and bright.
Dream that he will die again. Don't be surprised last night.
The moon pavilion is fragrant because of the rain, and the residual candle in the wind curtain is self-frosted.
There is no need to make waves. Qin Xiao has his own feelings.
Yat sen villa
Deep in the city, spring goes and summer comes.
The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny.
Climbing on the high shelf, overlooking the distance, the sky is high and the afterglow of the sunset passes through the window lattice.
Birds' nests have been dried, and their bodies are light again.
Xiyanglou
Flowers and bright willows surround the sky, and the city is heavy.
I want to ask where Gu Hong is going, but I don't know his life experience.
Xiazui
You don't feel drunk when you are looking for incense, and the sleeping day by the tree is oblique.
After the guests woke up in the middle of the night, they lit red candles to enjoy the residual flowers.
doomsday
One after another, the spring scenery is unique in the world, and the red is growing westward.
Beautiful oriole, if you have tears, please sprinkle me on the beautiful flower on the highest branch.
every day
In spring, the sun is shining and the apricot blossoms in the mountain city are fragrant.
When the mood is in a daze, it is as long as gossamer.
tears
Yongxiang blamed him for many years, leaving his feelings and thinking about this storm all day.
There are infinite marks on the bamboo in Xiangjiang River, which are sprinkled in front of the first monument.
People went to Qiu Zi to enter the fort, and soldiers heard songs at night.
Chao Lai Ba Shui asked by the bridge, but he didn't come to the blue robe to send jade.
Wandering warbler
Yinger drifted in the jagged waves and could not bear to cross the river.
Clever words can be unintentional, and good times don't necessarily have good times.
When the wind exposes the beads, the night is cloudy and sunny, when thousands of doors open and close.
Can't bear to listen to the pain of spring, Fengcheng where there are flowers.
drizzle
Curtain floating in Bai Yutang, chewing gum rolling.
Chu women were interested at that time, and it was cool.
drizzle
At first, it moved with the mist in the forest, and it was a little cool at night.
The window is cold, and the court is empty near the water.
Wei You
Because the cloud screen is infinitely beautiful, Fengcheng is afraid of spring nights.
Marrying a rich man for no reason is a shame to Xiangzi.
Jiao Shan
It's never a long rope, and water hates more when it reaches the clouds.
Want to buy the sea of Magu, a cup of spring dew is as cold as ice.
Qujiang
Usually, it is green, and Kong Wen mourns at midnight.
Today, it has not returned to the whole city, but the Jade Palace is still divided into Yuan Bo.
When he died, he remembered Huating and smelled the crane, and always worried that the royal family would cry for the bronze camel.
Although eternal change of heart is broken, it is not much more than hurting spring.
Spend the first month worshipping this house.
Close the lock and cover it with moss, and the corridor and deep pavilion are idle here.
The prophet was dizzy in the stormy moon, but he still showed his cold flowers.
The bat blows the curtain and turns, and the mouse guesses through the window net.
When I am alone with my lamp, I can't help singing at night.
Banqiao xiaobie
Looking back at the high city and the small river, the microwave pressure in the pavilion window.
Narcissus wanted to go to carp, and Furong cried all night.
Frost moon
Just beginning to hear the chirping of the southern geese, the chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and I climbed to the top, looking as far as I can, and the water is natural.
The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.
February 2(nd)
On February 2nd, spring outing to the riverside, the spring breeze and sunny and warm music are melodious.
The stamens are like willow buds and graceful eyes, and the purple bees and butterflies hover, which is more slender.
He has been back to his hometown for three years. He has been in his hometown for three years.
The river on the new beach doesn't understand my mind, and the eaves hit by the wind and rain seem to be very loud.
Give it to Liu.
The wind and waves in the river move the roots of clouds, and the danger is heavy and faint in the day.
Hong Yan's early rise was broken, which even surprised the poet and returned to his soul.
The imperial court of the Han Dynasty urgently ordered who would enter first, and Chu Lu sang.
Wan Li wept with joy when they met, and the phoenix nest was separated by nine doors.
After mourning, I went to Shu Dong, and went to the three customs to see the snow.
The road beyond the sword I'm going to is very remote. You can't send me warm clothes without home.
The snow in the three passes is three feet thick, and the past is like a dream. Remember the past and make a loom for me.
Yimei
Far from home, I don't want to see the scenery in spring.
Samuume is the most offensive thing, because the old one is regarded as the flower that opened last year.
Donate willow trees
Willow color on the platform, bright or dark-all the roads, willow branches are dancing like young girls.
Many people have heard the praise of Liu Feng to the extreme, and now what they see is just the same graceful.
The charming willow color has reached the bridge, and my heart is behind me when I watch the willow color cut off and extend across the bridge to the long beach.
Liu Er is really thoughtful, releasing catkins like snow, floating and flying in the brothel.
Beiqingluo
Where the sun has entered the western hills, I look for a monk in his hut.
But only the fallen leaves are at home, and I am flying in the cold clouds?
I heard the sound of stone gongs at dusk, and I leaned all my weight on my slender cane.
In this world, in this dust, how can there be room for human passion? .
Yi Lee's love story
Water lines are precious and thoughtful, and the ceremony of a thousand miles is a night off.
From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon.
Su's Skill Poems
I am playing the shakuhachi flute at the head of Chunyu Building. When will I return to Zhejiang Tide?
No one knows the broken bowl of mango shoes. Which bridge did you cross?
Huang Jingren's Gui got married unexpectedly on New Year's Eve.
Time passed slowly, and there were faint bursts of laughter from all directions.
People standing high on the stone bridge seem to be on earth, staring at the sky, but seeing a star like a moon.
Autumn night in Huang Jingren
Guitang's silence is late, and it is a kind of knowing autumn and bosom.
Envy your cow every other year, for whom Fenglu stands for a long time.
The heart is like a lotus seed, often bitter, and the worry is like a spring silkworm that does not break its silk.
Sentenced to orchid * * * decadent, this life without acacia.
Huang Jingren's love poems.
Several times, I sat under the flowers and played the flute, and the red wall of Han Yin looked into the distance.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
The lingering thoughts are exhausted, and the heart is peeling bananas.
In March and May of 1935, that poor glass of wine not fade away.
Wang Changling's Military Career
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.
Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
Zuyong's Wang Ji Gate
Shocked to see out, China people tremble with fear, the original Korean army camp.
Snow covered the cold, cold brightness, and the frontier light shone on the flag.
The fire on the battlefield, Hu Yue's mountains and clouds stand on the sea like the Great Wall.
Although young people don't like joining the army, I want to learn to volunteer for academic fame.
Li Yi's "Listening to the Flute at Night in the Lane"
The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost.
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
Water bag dance
Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside. Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
Yuminao
fan zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
Sword and song
Xin Qiji
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded.
Give the roast beef to the men and the band will play northern songs.
This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder.
It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation.
Poor hair has become a white-haired man!
I had to leave Potter and me since yesterday. It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine, because the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.