I remember the flower that year, late at night,
when I first met Xie Niang.
the curtain hangs on the west side of the water hall,
hand in hand with the dark phase.
I am sad that Xiaoying has a broken moon, so I say goodbye.
From then on, I am soundproof.
Now we are all strangers,
There is no reason to meet each other.
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A pair of distant eyebrows are sad,
I can't bear to be more thoughtful.
I'm hiding the emerald screen and the golden phoenix, and I'm dreaming.
The Luomu painting hall is empty.
There is no way to get through the blue sky, and
I am disappointed with my old house.
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the small scent is swaying into the flowers, and
the wave rises and is separated from the west wind.
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Xiao Niang's pretty face is cold wave,
melancholy and positive thinking.
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The green stems are red and bright, and the
heartbroken, water and air are cool.
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the sea durian blooms and clusters of red Luo.
The young warbler of Ruyan talks in words, which is in harmony with the sound of a willow and a cockroach.
after a shower, pearls are scattered everywhere, and new lotus seeds are scattered all over the place.
There are a few hundred years in life, so don't live in vain if you think of its moments of beauty.
if you are poor, you can decide before, so why bother?
ask friends to invite guests to enjoy the show, and drink lightly and sing lightly to Fang Zun.
as drunk as a fiddler, let him go back and forth for two rounds.
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the more yellow it is.
All because of a frost last night,
I was lonely in Qiu Jiang.
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the initial scale of the net is pricked, and the cage is destroyed for a long time.
when the thunder and lightning announce the season, the yang and the old age turn cold.
carry on the old ideas, and give a new official.
I feel that the future is near, and my heart is wide with foreign affairs.
You deserve to be alive. Xi Xiao asked Chang 'an.
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I never feel lonely, unlike this pool.
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No one can understand Xiao Tiao's condition, but even look around the decline cluster.
Zhang Jiuling, a lotus leaf, was found in Liang Ming House, Jiyin County.
Lotus leaves gave birth to secluded bamboo, and Fanghua believed in it. If you look at the empty place, who will pick it?
However, the fear of the stars and frost will make Pu barnyard grass decline. Don't say goodbye to your beauty, and talk about giving your heart.
Holland Li Qiao
The new lotus is full of chengbei, and the round lotus shadow is irregular. When the wind comes, the fragrance is far away, and the sunset covers the shade.
fish play with leaves, and turtles float to see green pools. It was difficult for the Wei dynasty to accept the mining, but Chu took it with him.
-----------. The fairy road welcomes three birds, and the cloud is in two dragons.
if you look at the pagoda in the garden, you will know the rest of it. Smelling the flute outside the mountain is like meeting in the sky.
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never touch the water, clean the heart. ◇ Poems about Lotus ~ Jiang Hong
There are tiny grasses in Zebei, which can be rejuvenated by flowers. The green leaves are fond of the wind, and the red ying is suitable for the sun. It's a great loss to move to Yuchi. How to frost dew, should be with erigeron.
chanting concentric hibiscus ~ Sui Du Gongzhan
burning lotus flowers, graceful out of the water. A solitary stem leads to green, and a double shadow pays dividends. The color wins the song and the face, and the fragrance dances in disorder. The famous lotus can be read by itself, and the situation is the same.
◇ Antique (the 26th) ~ Tang Li Bai
Bihe gives birth to a quiet spring, and the morning sun is bright and fresh. Autumn flowers emit green water, and dense leaves are full of smoke. The beautiful powder is peerless, and who will pass on the fragrance? Sit and watch the flying frost fade away.
I'm willing to trust the edge of Huachi since I haven't got my roots.
◇ picking lotus songs ~ Southern Liang Liu Xiaowei
Golden oar Mulan boat, playing with Jiangnan lotus. Lotus fragrance is separated from Pudu, and lotus leaves are fresh all over the river. The room is easy to start with, and the handle is self-contained. When the flowers are exposed, they are wet, and the wind stems are suddenly swaying.
◇ There is a gift when you fold the lotus ~ Tang Li Bai
Playing autumn water in the river, I love this red and fresh. The water drops on the lotus leaf, but the rolling is not round. The beautiful beautiful woman hid in the colorful clouds, want to give her flowers, and far in the sky. Acacia and meet life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind.
◇ Lotus ~ Li Shangyin
are colorless and compatible, so I don't want this fragrance. Yao seats are set in the cool, and the gold is too late. Turn back the lamp and shine, and cross the socks with water. Expect to say goodbye to the autumn before, and leave home to sing a song.
◇ Lotus ~ Wen Tingyun
The green pond is shaken to meet Xingjin, and the rolled orchid is rolled into Baiping. We should put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far the lotus core has incense dust.
◇ Going out to Jingci Temple at night to see Lin Zifang ~ Yang Wanli
After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaf in the next day is not to be green, the lotus is particularly bright red in the sun.
◇ hibiscus on Qian's pond ~ Wen Zhiming
In September, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River stopped, and hibiscus turned to Zhongzhou. Beauty smiles across the water, and the sunset is still full of sorrow.
The dew-washed jade plate is cold in the golden palace, and the wind blows the ribbon to bring Jincheng to autumn. It's useless to look at each other, it's late, and there is a kind of seclusion in the pond.
◇ Su Muzhe ~ Zhou Bangyan, Northern Song Dynasty
Burning agarwood to cool off the summer heat. Birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds, birds and birds. Chu Yang leaves dry overnight rain, the water is clear and round, and the wind and the lotus lift one by one.
my hometown is far away. when will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time. Do the fishermen remember each other in May? Small boat, dream into Furong Pu.
◇ Liantang ~ Ming Huang Qiong
Dongjiatan is vast and desolate, with shady trees facing the water inlet. Ten miles of brocade incense is constantly seen, and the west wind and the bright moon are still singing.
◇ picking lotus songs ~ Li Yaru
The lotus field is surrounded by a lake, with faint bonuses. Three or five boats will go, and the songs will be loud and clear.
◇ hibiscus ~ Qing Zheng Banqiao
I am most sympathetic to the traces of blush, and there is a small bamboo gate beside the bridge outside the water. Looking at the mirror, I was surprised and regretted. Xi Shi used to live in the village of Zhuluo.
◇ Thinking about Ouxiang ~ Modern Leisure Literature
Say goodbye to the ancient town of Anyi, and take a canoe in Ouxiang; The shore willow is dyed with green brook water, and the lotus fragrance is brewed with golden autumn.
Being stranded in a foreign land hurts the poor and chaos, and the hometown returns to the happy scenery; People with political integrity and wealth start from the beginning, and Fairy Furong is happy to visit.
in Summer at the South Pavilion Thinking of Xin ~ Meng Haoran
the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, in the east from the lake the slow moon rises. With her hair hanging in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in the quiet and spacious place. Waves of evening breeze sent to the fragrance of lotus, the dew from the bamboo leaves to send a crisp sound.
I would take up my lute and I would play, but, alas, who here would understand?. Regrets the night, the memory of old friends, all night in the dream also hard to miss.
◇ Untitled Second ~ Li Shangyin
a misty rain comes blowing with a wind from the east, and wheels faintly thunder beyond Hibiscus Pool. There are locks of the golden toad incense burner, cigarette wrapped in elegant, like the yuhu pulley, traction rope to draw the well water.
a great lady once, from behind a screen, favoured a poor youth, a fairy queen brought a bridal mat once for the ease of a prince and then vanished. Never mind * * * flowers compete for hair, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?.
◇ Making friends in summer ~ Xu Ji
When the water steps are quiet, you can sleep alone. The moon gives birth to the forest, and the rain stays overnight like autumn. Looking back at Lotus Pu, who sings Du Ruozhou? There is no dream in a good night, and you can swim if you have a dream.
◇ Huanxisha Xue Zhaoyun
I hate the whole country, and how many red tears shed tears over Gusu, leaning against the wind to coagulate the snow skin. The setting sun is in the sky of Wuzhushan River, the King of Yue Palace is semi-flat, and the lotus flowers are full of heavy lakes.
◇ Nanxiangzi Li Xun
Take a colorful boat, cross the lotus pond and sing songs to wake up sleeping mandarin ducks. Younv cuddled with incense and laughed, contended for gentle and graceful, and trembled to break the lotus to cover the evening photos.
◇ Huanxisha Li Jing
The fragrant lotus sells the green leaves, and the west wind worries about the blue waves. Also with Shaoguang * * * gaunt, ugly.
the drizzle dreams that the chicken is far away, and the small building blows through the jade to chill the cold. How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing.
How about ◇ Sidi Township Sun Guangxian
? More lingering feelings! The moth gathers shame under the curtain of eternal water. Six Luo skirts, tiny lines dragging blue waves. Look at the ground to get rid of the rain and play the lotus.
◇ Recalling Yuhang Pan Lang
I remember the lonely mountain for a long time. The mountain is like a cluster in the middle of the lake, and the monk's room is open to the lake all around, and I will return when I leave.
lotus fragrance is sprayed on the cloud pavilion, and the pavilion is covered with the sound of the eaves. Don't come to dust and dirty people's clothes, and dream of flying in vain.
◇ picking mulberry seeds Ouyang Xiu
When the lotus blooms, the West Lake will be fine. When you bring wine, you don't need a standard, and red buildings and green covers will follow. Draw a boat into the depths of the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, and go home drunk.
◇ Linjiang Xian Ouyang Xiu
It was raining on the light thunder pool outside the willow, and the sound of the rain broke the lotus. Soon the rain is stopped, the small building west corner shows the broken rainbow. We leaned against the railing until the moon rose in the east.
Swallows fly to see the painting building, and the jade hook hangs down the curtain. The bed on the bed is flat, like a cool water wave, but no ripple. Water spirit double pillow, there is a falling hairpin on the bank.
◇ Gan Caozi Liu Yong
In the autumn dusk, the lotus is scattered indiscriminately, and the pearls are raining. After the rain, the moon is born, and it is cold.
there is no companion in the pool, so I can't stand such a solitary mood! But beside the golden cage * * * parrot, read the words of Pink Lang.
◇ Butterfly Lovers Yan Jidao
The first twist of frost is disappointing. Through the sound of Ye Ying, it seems to imitate Qin E's singing. After a nap, I woke up for a day, and the double-striped green bamboo was covered with cold waves. When the rain strikes, the wind blows and the sky rises.
the lotus flower is in a pulse, and the tears are blushing. Inclined to Lv Yun crescent moon, the curved ring is just like a frown.
◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇967 Wandering around Mulan boat and straying into Shuangyuanpu. Unreasonable frivolous clouds, dark for cheap fiber rain. The green sleeves are too cold to speak to the lotus.
◇ Ruan Langgui Su Dongpo in early summer
Green Sophora japonica swallows new cicadas with high willows, and the incense wind is just beginning to enter the strings. Wash the heavy smoke under the blue screen window, and the sound of chess scares you to sleep during the day.
after a light rain, the lotus turns over and the pomegranate blossoms are in full bloom. Jade basin hands to find out the spring, Qiongzhu broken but round.
◇ Yong Yule Su Dongpo
The moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. Jumping fish in a curved harbor, shedding dew in a round lotus, loneliness is unknown. Like three drums, a leaf is loud and clear, and the dark dream cloud is broken. The night is boundless, I find nowhere again, and I feel that I have traveled all over the small garden. Tired of visitors at the end of the world, I return home in the mountains, looking at my hometown. The swallow house is empty, where is the beauty? Empty lock the swallow in the building It's like a dream in ancient and modern times, but there are old joys and new grievances. At different times, the night view of the Yellow House is a sigh for Yu Hao.
◇ Man Tingfang Huang Tingjian
The water is thick and clear, the new strip is light green, and the green light reflects the virtual pavilion. The golden-flowered frost heron, the lotus path picks up the duckweed. The trunk of Xiangdu column is curved with red makeup, thin and sparse.
the wind is clear at night, the moon is full in the horizontal pond, and the water is clear and the stars are moving. I can hear it, and after a light rain, she bloomed, so she moved to the Hu bed and became a square screen.
The training scales are full of clouds, the sound is constant and the eaves ring with wind chimes. When the banquet is reopened, the Yaochi is full of snow, and the mountain dew is green.
◇ Huang Yinger Chao Buzhi
The south garden is better than the summer. In twos, threes and threes, new bamboo shoots came out at the beginning, and they invaded households over the eaves.
listen to the chaotic lotus wind and sprinkle the buttonwood rain. After noon, the curtains are uneven, the cicadas are far away, and the dreams are still there.
I'm stuck in the past, but it's all empty. Why have I ever lived temporarily? Counting human affairs is not enough to remember, but to dream of emotions.
count the floating flowers, and a wisp of fragrance lingers. The strange Taoist said: Tao Qian has done a great job.
◇ Nan Kezi's Wonderful Selected Poems of Tang and Song Dynasties
Ten miles away, the mountains are green, and the Chaoping Road is sandy. A few times, the birds complain about the years, and it is a bleak time in the end of the world!
White dew gathers the waning moon, and the breeze scatters xiaoxia. Green Di Yang asked Lotus: Remember that family who sold wine that year?
◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇967 Rippling Mulan boat, people and teenagers in the boat. Lotus is charming and eager to talk, laughing into Yuanyangpu. On the waves, the smoke is low, while on the song month, the diamond returns.
◇ Su Muzhe Zhou Bangyan
The fragrance burns and the summer heat disappears. Birds call clear, encroach on dawn and peep at eaves. Chu Yang on the leaves is dry and rainy. The water surface is clear and round, and the wind and the load are lifted one by one. My hometown is far away, when will I go? I live in Wumen,
and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time. Do the fishermen remember each other in May? Small boat, dream into Furong Pu.
◇ Huanxisha Zhang Yuangan
The mountain is around Pinghu Bo Han City, and the reflection of the lake light is soaked in the green mountains, and the crystal floor wants to watch the night. When the fog and willow are dark, the clouds are cloudy and the moon is full, and the dew and lotus are turned over by fireflies, and the rustling is distributed to the morning.
◇ Linjiangxian Ye Mengde
I didn't see the fish jumping over the harbor, but I passed by the lake specially. Rustling winds and disorderly Yu He. Weiyun blows away, and the moon falls flat. A glass of white wine is still drunk, and it is swaying when you come back.
no one can sing the song of picking diamonds. Xiao Xuan pillow bamboo, eaves shadow hanging star river.
◇ Nian Nujiao Jiang Kui
Make a splash, and remember to be with Yuanyang. Thirty-six vicious people have not arrived, and there are countless water dresses. The green leaves are cool, the jade capacity sells wine, and the rain is sprinkled. Shake it,
Leng Xiang flies into the poem. At dusk, the green pavilion is graceful, and the lover is gone, so why bother to endure Ling Bo? I'm afraid that my dancing clothes will be cold and easy to fall, and I'll worry about entering Nanpu, the west wind. High willows hang in the shade, old fish blow in the waves,
leave me to live in the flowers. How many fields, how many times to return to the sand.
◇ Yan Guiliang Fenglian Jie Jiang
I dream that it is late in the spring in the Tang Dynasty, just as I am dancing, I am dragging my feet. Cui Yun's team is full of crimson clothes, with hands hanging down. All of a sudden, the drum rushed up, like Cai Feng, flying in a panic.
I didn't see Princess Wan Qiong in my dream, but I saw the lotus flower, which was blown by the wind. <