A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
well
Ten thousand accounts are drunk, and the stars are teetering. Dreams are separated by the Wolf River and broken by the sound of the river. Still sleeping, still sleeping, waking up is boring.
The nearest flower
The most important thing is to cherish the day and the moon, and the night is like a ring. Every dusk becomes a haze. If it is like a full moon, it will be as bright as ice and snow.
It's easy to die without that layer of dust, but the swallow is still there. The soft curtain hook said that after singing the autumn grave, the sorrow did not rest, and the spring shrub recognized the amphibious butterfly.
Mulan's poems imitate ancient and decisive words, friends of Cambodia.
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind. It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
Huanxisha
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
Bodhisattva-level people
The north wind blows away the snow in the middle of the night, and the soul still loves the peach blossom moon. Don't wake up when you have a good dream, so that he can benefit.
Listen to the corners for no reason, and the red ice on the pillow is thin. Marseille hissed and the remnant stars waved the flag.
mulberry leaf harvest
Cool dew, fragrant and moist, flowers are dripping, who shakes the curtain, swallows silk and sticks wicker.
Dressing case, dancers, always wearing masks, careless drying powder, tears streaming down her face. Last night, she felt like a dream.
mulberry leaf harvest
Bamboo column in white, bright moon in the west [walking and sitting], temples frost. Do you know if you will come back when you are old?
The remnants are even more eye-catching, and the size is still thin, just like the old days.
mulberry leaf harvest
Now I know I was wrong, my mood is sad, my red tears are dripping, and my eyes are full of spring breeze.
Knowing that I have no plans after that, I still insisted on a happy period, saying that I was like this, when I was down, I lost my life.
mulberry leaf harvest
Who turns the bleak music of Yuefu, the wind is rustling, the rain is rustling, and the snuff is thin all night.
I don't know what a lingering heart is, and it's hard to let it go. After waking up, I'm drunk and bored. Is it Xie Qiao that I haven't been to in my dream?
mulberry leaf harvest
Peach blossom is ashamed to die mercilessly, grateful to the east wind, blowing off the delicate red and flying into the window with regret.
Who pity Dongyang's hard work and thinness, but also for the carelessness of spring, not as good as Furong, a cold feeling.
mulberry leaf harvest
The Xie Family Courtyard is even more crippled. Yan Su carves beams, but the moonlight wall does not distinguish petals.
This feeling has been recalled by myself, dispersed, and the rain is cold. This was a dream eleven years ago.
Cold willow in Linjiang Xianzi
Where are the flying catkins? The layers of ice and snow are destroyed, and it is colder to sparse a tree. Love him, the moon is good, and haggard is also related.
Most importantly, it is difficult to teach people to remember the spring mountain and dream about skirts intermittently. The west wind is more or less annoying and can't blow away the eyebrows.
Jiuquan child
Thank you, but the moon is as bright as water. The smell of seals disappears, especially when you don't sleep, crows have already crowed.
The gentle and cold gangster had a thin coat and had to rest and dry his horns. The most worrying thing is that the lights are almost off and the geese are still flying.
Langtaosha
Red shadows wet the secluded windows, thin in spring, and setting sun outside the rain. Who saw a thin shirt with a low bun also made people think.
Don't be sad, stick to it early and think about what broke people's intestines. I once caught a glimpse of the cloister in his spring dream.
Quail day
Yingying pretended to be ashamed with her back and moved Meirui to hit her on the shoulder. If you want to find A Lang from hatred, you should stay with him, but you should rest.
Clouds and water flow forever, and a flute locks an empty building. When * * * pan spring creek, broken shore hanging Yang Zhou.
Langtaosha
The rain at night makes autumn, just in my heart, teaching him to cherish the wind. Who is sick to the end, who is more shameful.
The hidden meaning is not over, and the hidden wish is hard to pay. Full moon with beaded curtain. Recalling happy times is really like dreaming, and dreams must stay.
The nearest flower
Then he went to the place where Qingyang was broken, and without saying a word, he walked all over the clear autumn road with a whip. Grass has no intention of falling into the sky, and the sound of geese is as far away as xiaoguan.
I don't hate the hardships of the end of the world, but I hate the west wind blowing my dreams to the present. How much is the journey tomorrow? It's cold and rainy on your clothes.
Biography of rivers
Shallow spring, red resentment, double-ring cover, micro-rain flower. Painting is idle, silent and dark, red tears will be played, and dreams will be returned.
Thinking about the past by leaning on the screen is nothing, just a lovesickness. Recalling that time, weeping willows, flowers and butterflies filled the courtyard.
Lanshi
There have been countless sad things recently. Who has a long talk? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces.
At that time, I enjoyed it and ruined myself. I was always sentimental. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love.
Inscription photo of Nanxiangzi forgetting his wife
Tears are more silent, regretting the past fickle feelings. If you want to come back to your party with your photos, your tears won't break your heart. You can't draw your face.
The parting words are still clear in my ears, and fly with me's dream was awakened in the middle of the night for no reason. Qing wakes up early, MUBI, crying the rain bell the night before the wind.
The title wall of Qinqin Gorge in Qingping Music
All night, who is a bosom friend? It's like a dream, and it's hard to write a song while worrying.
The sky is in the clouds, and people follow the geese to the west wind. Call for red scarf and green sleeves, and don't teach tears to shed heroes.
Bodhisattva-level people
Spring clouds blow away the rain from the curtain of Hunan, and sticky butterflies fly to life. People are in Yulou, and the wind is everywhere.
A handful of willow tobacco, a colorful cage and a tile. If you don't work closer, the sunset will be infinite.
Bodhisattva-level people
Stay in spring and live for the haggard spring, and half an hour will run back to the rain. Cherry is sold in the deep alley, and the sound of rain is more charming.
At dusk, tears flow clear and flowers fall. With the sound of warblers, the east wind is in March.
Bodhisattva-level people
The flower slave drum didn't stop, but after waking up, she saw the red dance. I couldn't bear to reply and cried a few lines in the breeze.
Pink fragrance wins the moon. The moon at that time was also different, sad and clear.
Bodhisattva-level people
I asked you why you left so easily. How many months can there be in a year? Willow looks like silk at first glance, so the garden is in late spring.
Spring can't come back, and two oars separate the pine flowers. The past banished the cold dynasty, and the crying and resentment did not disappear.
Bodhisattva-level people
The crystal curtain is sad and white, and the clouds are fragrant and foggy. I have nothing to ask about clothes, and the moon has gone west.
The west wind is blowing in the weft, so you are not allowed to sleep. Just last autumn, how to cry.
Serenade of Peaceful Joy/ Lyrics to the Joy of Peace and Tranquillity
Lovers braved the wind and rain to date, because they sneaked out, so they often couldn't keep the appointment. It is easy to talk about recent news when you are tired of watching the moon halo on the jade fence.
The soft wind blows through the window screen, and the heart is separated from the horizon. From then on, I was injured in spring and farewell. Dusk is only for pear blossoms.
A golden song dedicated to Fen Liang
Germany is crazy, too. Occasionally, I am a family in Beijing. If there is wine but Zhaozhou soil, who will become bosom friends if they don't believe it? Young eyes sing before they grow old. They respect the front and wipe away the tears of heroes. If you don't see me, the moon is like water.
* * * You must be intoxicated by this night, and it's just that he is jealous of Emei from ancient times to modern times, and he has a long life experience, just sneering. Think about it and repent from the beginning. One day you will be robbed in your heart, and you will never dare to marry him in your life. But, you must remember.
Nalan Xingde (1655- 1685): Formerly known as Chengde, Rong Ruo, a native of Lengjiashan, Zhenghuang Banner, Manchuria, was a famous poet in the early Qing Dynasty.
Nalan Xingde is the eldest son of Pearl, a college student in Wuyingdian. Young, smart, all-round in civil and military affairs. In the 15th year of Kangxi (1676), he was twenty-two years old, ranked seventh in palace examination, and was given a Jinshi background. Give a third-class bodyguard, and then follow, the military attache is the doctrine.
He married Lu, the daughter of Lu Xingzu, governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, gave gifts to Shu people, and later married a wife. After three years of marriage, his wife died. He married an official and gave a gift to Shu people. His concubine Yanshi, who was later a talented woman in the south of the Yangtze River, wrote "Choose Dreams". Nalan Xingde died at the age of 3/kloc-0 and was buried in Zaoshitun, west of Beijing. There are three sons and four daughters.
Most of Nalan Xingde's friends in his life are Han literati in cloth, such as Zhu Yizun, Gu Zhenguan, Jiang, Yan and so on. His residence in Lushuige was often an elegant gathering place for him and his friends, which virtually netted a group of Han intellectuals for the Qing government in the prosperous period of Kangxi.
Although Nalan Xingde's life is short, his works are quite abundant: 20 volumes of Tong Ji (including Fu 1 volume, 4 volumes of Poems, 3 volumes of Preface, 2 volumes of Wen, and 4 volumes of Miscellaneous Knowledge of Lushui Pavilion) and Brief; Set "Yi Ji Yan" 80 volumes, "Chen Liji" 38 volumes; Edited and selected books such as Early Collection of Modern Style Words, Notes of Famous Jueju Poems, Selected Works of All Tang Poems, etc. And these are mostly done after his pommel horse retinue, and the brushwork is amazing.
The main achievement of Nalan Xingde lies in Ci. There are 349 existing words, which are published as "drinking water collection in the side hat", later called Nalan words. The style is fresh and beautiful, sad and stubborn, and there is a legacy of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Wang Guowei commented: "Since the Northern Song Dynasty, there was only one person."
Nalan Ceng Yun, "If a fish drinks water, it knows whether it is warm or cold", which is the origin of the name of drinking water. At that time, it was widely rumored that "everyone is vying to sing water words, who knows what Nalan is worried about." This reflects Nalan's loneliness from one side.