Xin Qiji's words:
The green mountains are full of wisdom, and the words of the masters are connected with thousands of horses. The misty rain looked back, hoping that it would never come.
People say that hair on the head always turns white in sorrow. Clapping my hands and laughing at the sand gulls, my whole body is full of sorrow.
In the evening, the jackdaws are sad, and the willow pond is fresh and tender. If you don’t have hatred in your eyes, you don’t believe that there are white heads in the world.
The flowers float and the water flows, a kind of lovesickness and two places of leisurely sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my brows, but it is in my heart.
——Li Qingzhao's "One Cut Plum"
Red hands, yellow vine wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls.
The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, a cup of melancholy, and a few years away.
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw.
The peach blossoms are falling, the pavilion is idle, and although the mountain alliance is still there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. ——Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix"
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and scatter, the jackdaws are roosting again,
I know when we miss each other, now and this night Embarrassed.
——Li Bai's "Autumn Wind Ci"
The heart has been broken, the tears are hard to hold back, and the lovesickness returns to the little red building. Love and knowledge have been blocked by mountains, and I often lean against the railings and cannot feel free.
The night moon terrace, Qiuxiang courtyard, smiling people come and go. Who is desolate when autumn comes? Song Yu was so sad back then!
With the sharing of cups and plates, they sang and danced and asked him what was so sad about him? There are times of reflection but also sadness, as the Double Ninth Festival is going to be windy and rainy.
In late spring, Baochai is separated, peach leaves are crossing, and smokey willows are darkening Nanpu. Afraid of going up stairs, where it will be windy and rainy nine times out of ten.
The pieces of broken heart are red, and no one cares about them. Who calls Qian, and the wandering orioles live there?
Looking at the temples. Try to use the flowers to tell your heart, and then the hairpin will be counted again.
The lights in the tent are dim, and I am sobbing and dreaming: It is he who brings sorrow in spring. Where does spring go? But I don’t understand, and I will go back with sorrow!
Smoke and dew dew, barren ponds and willows, wash by rain and clear. The rain is washing and the sun is shining, the spring breeze is still green.
Hold up the pot and take off your trousers to urge you back, full of hatred and emotion. There are thousands of hatreds and thousands of emotions, and everyone is bored and complains.
Picking mulberry seeds, I will stop asking questions in this life, and I will rely on the dangerous building alone. Leaning alone in a dangerous building, I don’t believe that there is no sorrow in this world.
It is the time for you to go to bed, so please return home. The king returns to rest, saying that he will live with the west wind for the rest of the year.
Tell the wine to Changting. Look at Yuanming and Fengliu, they look exactly like Crouching Dragon Zhuge. Where do the forest magpies come from? The snow remains on the pine tops.
It is necessary to break off the hat and add more hair. The remaining water and mountains have no attitude, and they have been thinned with plum blossoms and cooked into wind and moon. Two or three wild geese are also bleak.
A beautiful woman makes a promise but neglects to say goodbye. The Qingjiang River is so cold that it cannot be crossed due to the cold weather, and the water is deep and icy. The road is broken, the wheels are growing at the four corners, and the bones of pedestrians here are broken.
Who asked you to make me sad? It was forged now that I miss the wrong lovesickness, but I spent all the iron in the world to predict it at the beginning. Don’t blow the night flute to crack!
Qin Guan's:
Reduced word magnolia
Old hatred at the end of the world, lonely and desolate, no one cares. If you want to see the ileum, cut off the small seal incense of the golden furnace.
The black moth grows long and gathers, no matter how spring wind blows, it will not spread. I am trapped in the dangerous building, and I feel sad after passing all the flying stars.
Huanxi Sand
The desert is cold and the mountain is small. In the building, the dawn is like a poor autumn, and 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.
Treading on the sand
The towers are lost in the fog, the moon is lost in the river, and the peach garden is nowhere to be seen. It is worth mentioning that the lonely pavilion is closed in the cold spring, and the setting sun is setting in the sound of cuckoos.
< p>The post sent plum blossoms, and the fish conveyed the ruler's elements, and there are countless hatreds built up. Fortunately, the Chenjiang River circled Chenshan Mountain, and for whom did it flow down to Xiaoxiang.Su Shi's:
Jiangchengzi recorded a dream on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao
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.
When night comes, I suddenly return home 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.
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Looking and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. Three cups and two cups of light wine,
How can I defeat him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so important!
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returned, the moon was full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows, a kind of lovesickness and two places of leisurely sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart.
The mist is thick, the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain eliminates the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival and it's the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose your soul. The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
The flowers float and the water flows, a kind of lovesickness and two places of leisurely sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my brows, but it is in my heart.
——Li Qingzhao's "One Cut Plum"
Red hands, yellow vine wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls.
The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, a cup of melancholy, and a few years away.
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw.
The peach blossoms are falling, the pavilion is idle, and although the mountain alliance is still there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. ——Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix"
The autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and scatter, the jackdaws are roosting again,
I know when we miss each other, now and this night Embarrassed.
——Li Bai's "Autumn Wind Ci"
Enter my lovesickness door, knowing that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless memories. －Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. －Yuan Zhen's "Five Poems on Lisi Thoughts, Four"
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time. -Li Shangyin's "Jin Se"
Ask what love is in the world, and teach you the promise of life and death. －Yuan Haowen's "One of Two Songs About Touching Fish"
Only if you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love lovesickness, and it will harm lovesickness. －Xu Zaisi's "Order of Gui Gui"
Ten years of life and death are vast, without thinking, unforgettable, lonely tomb thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation. -Su Shi's "Jiang Cheng Zi"
The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, and this hatred will last forever. -Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on the ground, I wish to be a twig. -Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"
Life is full of love and obsession, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. －Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House"
The falling flower man is independent, and Wei Yuyan flies together. －Yan Jidao's "Two Poems of Linjiang Immortal"
The sycamore tree, the rain in the middle of the night, do not tell the truth about the separation of love and the suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky. - Wen Tingyun's "Third of Three Gengluozi Poems"
Change my heart for yours, and then we will know each other and remember each other deeply. －Gu Hong's "Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings"
With tears in his eyes, he asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. －Ouyang Xiu's "One of Two Poems on Butterfly Love Flower"
How much leisure is there? Yichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and rain, and plums are yellow and rainy. - He Zhu's "Hengtang Road"
After seeing each other goodbye, we reminisced about meeting each other, and shared our dreams with you several times. －Yan Jidao's "One of Three Partridges in the Sky"
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times. It’s even more embarrassing to miss the Qingqiu Festival. －Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell"
Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality. One inch is like thousands of strands. －Yan Shu's "Spring in the Jade House"
Love is without words, so don't waste your tears on the flower paper. －Yan Jidao's "Two of Three Partridges in the Sky"
The sorrow of separation gradually becomes distant and infinite, and the distance is endless like spring water. - Ouyang Xiu's "Traveling on the Shasha"
If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, you will know where the mountains are and the rivers are wide. -Yan Shu's "Magpies Stepping on the Branches"
Departure from hatred is like grass in spring, and you can walk farther and still be alive. －Li Yu's "Qing Ping Le"
I don't regret it when my clothes get wider and wider, but I feel haggard because of the beauty. －Liu Yong's "Feng Qiwu"
The relationship between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together. - Anonymous "The Book of Songs Beifeng Beats Drums"
There is a beautiful woman, and you will never forget it when you see her. If you don't see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy. - Anonymous "Phoenix and Phoenix Song"
Hua Tangchun by Nalan Rongruo
A pair of people from generation to generation in their lives, competing for teaching and ecstasy. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring?
It is easy to beg for blood from the blue bridge, but it is difficult to escape into the blue sea for medicine. If you visit me and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty.
There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. Look at the Qingren city once, and then look at the Qingren country. I would rather not know a beautiful city or a beautiful country. It is hard to find a beautiful woman!
It snows in Nancheng, and all the flying flowers are scattered and people are scattered.
The moon in the east city makes it difficult to leave a chance in the world of mortals.
1. Beicheng Farewell. Looking back at Sansheng Amber. Xicheng Jue. Turn around and the glass will be white for the rest of your life.
2. When the dust has settled and all the dust has been washed away, who has laid down his hands and poured out the world for her? Who can embrace a beautiful woman and travel with her to the end of the world?
3. The Phoenix Tour on the Phoenix Platform broke the promise and left, waiting all night. From then on, thousands of miles away, south and north of the Yangtze River, wept.
4. Lament the tears of beauties, the death of heroes, and there is so much suffering in this world. Mountains and rivers are eternally silent, how can we be happy?
5. Fenghua is like quicksand, and old age is like a period of time.
6. You must remember that the red sandalwood is not extinguished, and I am not gone either.
7. The vast sky of Han Dynasty holds the prosperity and sorrow, and between the curved eyebrows, destiny is destined to become the past.
8. The world of mortals is just beginning to make up, and mountains and rivers have no boundaries. The first face crushes the nightmare and has an unparalleled destiny.
9. The past covered by the passing years, white horses passing by, hastily turned into a trace of sadness.
10. Those prosperity and sorrow will eventually become a thing of the past,
Please don’t be disappointed, ordinary is for the most beautiful soul-stirring.
11. The long song should be weeping, for those promises that cannot be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, which will eventually dissipate into smoke.
12. You must remember that in that month, the weeping willows and purple trees loomed east of Luo City.
13. The vast land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall.
14. Who burns the smoke and scatters the vertical and horizontal ties;
Listen to the broken strings and break the three thousand obsessions.
15. The breeze is moist and the tea smoke is blowing lightly.
Reliving old dreams, the old friend has passed away.
16. The maple forest is dyed with fire, the beautiful pot sings to the moon, and the long song leans against the building.
Year after year, in front of the flowers and under the moon, there is a statue of fragrant wine.
The red lotuses are falling from the water, and the only sound is the jade chime, but the feeling remains the same.
17. In the bustle of the world, the flashy life is fleeting.
18. As time goes by, I dream back to the edge of the winding river, watching the fireworks bloom and the full moon appear.
19. At the two ends of life, we stand on the shore of each other.
20. Destinations come together and dissipate like water, carrying the world on our backs, just for a word, waiting for the next meeting.
21. Holding the old man in his hand, time and space are imprisoned, and he suddenly reaches the end of the world.
22. In the dream, all the flowers have fallen, but the feeling is still lingering. The meaning is unforgettable. Although the string is broken, the music is still singing.
23. People can never see through the mirror, but they are just smoke and clouds between my fingers. Thousands of years in the world are like my moment.
24. The illusion is vast, and once you meet, you will never forget it. It doesn't matter if you don't know the master, smile when you meet him.
25. It is useless to miss lovesickness, but it is pure madness to feel melancholy.
26. I would rather we never fall in love with each other, I hope we never forget each other.
27. In the rivers and lakes in the dream, a hundred flowers bloom, people come and go, and it is prosperous.
28. Lili gradually remembers each other, this feeling has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. Let time be like water, let the world of mortals be endless.
29. Beauty, old age, and youth in a flash
30. Who can laugh away the misery of ten years and sing for thousands of miles.
Beautiful verses
1. Use me to give you three lives of fireworks in exchange for your confusion for the rest of your life.
2. I am young, and my time is spent.
3. The street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You turn on the light and look back.
The short pavilion is short and the world is shattered. I sigh again.
4. Who made the string break in the end, the flowers fell on the shoulders, and the flowers fell on the shoulders, in a trance
5. How many beauties are haggard, how many lovesickness are broken, only blood is left to stain the ink fragrance and cry in the grave.
6. The vast land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.
7. Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will fall into reincarnation just because of your smile.
8. I send you a song, regardless of whether people gather or disperse at the end of the song.
9. Who burns the smoke and disperses the vertical and horizontal ties.
10. Listen to the strings break and cut off the three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.
11. There are trees in the mountains, but the trees have branches. I am happy but you don’t know it.
12. Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The overthrown country is the homeland. Ling Ling refused to play, and her shadow was startling.
13. In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves that would captivate the city and the country.
14. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
15. Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die.
16. The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows.
17. The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.
18. Like flowers and beautiful families, time flies like water. We can’t go back to the past, but we can’t go back to the beginning.
19. Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people around. It’s indescribable to be so lonely.
20. This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
21. As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
22. The stars look like they are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
23. Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles in a lonely tomb, with no place to express desolation.
24. Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea.
25. Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
26. Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
27. Mountains and rivers are handed over, and I smile for you.
28. A few moments of lamentation and several lifetimes of joys and sorrows. It’s ridiculous that my fate is decided by nature.
29. As time goes by, I dream back to the edge of the winding river, watching the fireworks bloom and the full moon.
30. The fog cleared and I woke up from the dream. I finally saw the reality, which is the silence after thousands of sails have passed.
31. At the two ends of life, we stand on the shore of each other.
32. Destinations come together and dissipate like water, carrying the world on our backs, just for a word, waiting for the next meeting.
33. Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch for generations; just like in my heart, you have never left or changed.
34. So be it, the mountains and rivers will never meet again.
35. If you don’t look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why make an oath? Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace. Tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger.
36. The heart is slightly moved, but the love is far away. Things are not the same, people are not the same, everything is different, and the past cannot be pursued.
37. Maybe it’s the marriage in the previous life, maybe it’s the fate in the next life. Meeting each other in this life by mistake only adds to a fruitless grudge.
38. Year after year, one day after another, one autumn after another, one generation gathers and one parting, one happy and one sad, one couch and one bed, one lifetime and one dream. I'm looking for a group of acquaintances here. They get to know each other, play and sing for a while.
39. Always born in unexpected years. Looking back to the other side. Even though the scene of discovery is long.
40. There is a kind of forbearance that actually contains a kind of power, and there is a kind of silence that is actually a shocking confession.
41. Just looking back at you makes me miss you.
42. I raise a glass and get drunk alone. After drinking the snow, I feel confused and one year old.
43. Turn around, a wisp of cold fragrance is far away, the passing snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Would you like to save me in the next life?
44. One flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a lifetime for one person.
45. The world has always been like water, and tears are rarely needed. How can we end our life's love? Don't be sentimental, for love will hurt yourself.
47. Whoever accepts someone’s calamity becomes someone’s obsession.
48. If you act wild, I will accompany you with wine in this life.
49. If life were just like the first time we met, it would just be ordinary.
50. There is a tiger in my heart, and I smell the rose carefully.
After the feast, tears flowed down